The night in the distance was vast and mysterious, and the nearby was illuminated by the torches on the city walls, and the air was very dull, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.

The corpses on the city wall were carried away in time by the mobilized people, and under the city walls, in the moat, and farther away, the corpses of the East Vietnamese soldiers were lying scattered, with arrows stuck in their bodies, and some of them were still writhing on the ground.

On the wall of the east gate, under a fairly intact female wall, leaning on two people, dust, sweat, and blood mixed together, covering their original faces.

But they didn't care, at this moment, the two of them, like the other soldiers next to them, were holding a piece of bread in their hands, one of them was gulping it down, and the other was chewing slowly.

Maybe they were hungry, maybe they were used to it, and in this bloody battlefield full of dead bodies, the two of them still ate deliciously.

The night owl wolfed down the cake in his hand, got up and glanced outside the city, and said to the young man next to him who was still chewing slowly: "Zhao Yi, you said that the dog-day Dongyue army will not attack immediately again, right?

Zhao Yi swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "I guess I'm going to attack again with a cup of tea." ”

Then he took a big bite of the bread in his hand, and said while chewing: "I hope these inhuman people will wait a little longer, and wait for Lao Tzu to finish the bread in his hand." ”

The wild cat smiled at Zhao Yi, didn't know where to find a kettle, put it to his mouth and took a big sip, and exhaled a long breath, looking very satisfied.

But he saw a hand quickly reach over and snatch the kettle from his hand.

Zhao Yi took the kettle and said angrily: "Didn't you say that there is no water?

Zhao Yi's voice was a little loud, causing the soldiers next to him to turn their heads to look at them, their faces looking tired and dazed.

The wildcat ghost screamed and sneered, "I forgot I still have a kettle." ”

Seeing Zhao Yi put it to his mouth to drink, the wild cat said painfully: "Zhao Yi, you leave some for me, we only have so little left, and we still have it for life-saving." ”

Zhao Yi glared at him, took a sip, and then put the kettle on his waist and tied it, "Your uncle, it's really a monkey spirit, you drank my water just now, and you hide it, this is considered to compensate me." ”

The wild cat looked at the kettle on Zhao Yi's waist pitifully, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, his scarlet tongue suddenly turned black, as if he felt that the taste was wrong, and hurriedly spit on the ground next to him.

The East Vietnamese Army stopped for a little longer, but the more it did, the more unsettling it became.

After attacking for more than four hours in a row, he suddenly stopped, and when something unusual was a demon, he was afraid that the other party was holding back some bad moves.

At this time, on the city wall, except for the soldiers in charge of the sentry, the rest of the people were sitting on the ground, leaning against the female wall, some were eating, and some were asleep with their eyes closed.

Except for Zhao Yi and Wildcat muttering, no one spoke.

"Zhao Yi, do you want to squint for a while?" asked the wildcat.

Zhao Yi shook his head, he looked up at the city tower in the distance, where was the command post for the defense in the east of the city, and there was a general who impressed him and sat in it.

The wild cat leaned against the female wall, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "I can't sleep either, since I joined the army, I haven't killed as happily as today."

Zhao Yi turned his head to look at the wild cat, and saw that although his face showed exhaustion, his bright eyes were shining with a hot light, so he asked, "You like to fight very much?"

"I don't like it, but I don't know what to do without fighting. ”

It was the first time Zhao Yi had heard someone say this, and he grinned: "Fighting is not as good as playing at home, and when you can't keep it, you will be killed by a knife and an arrow." ”

The wild cat actually laughed, looking indifferent, "What are you afraid of, people are dead, anyway, Lao Tzu has nothing to worry about." ”

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the wild cat seriously, and saw that there was still a trace of self-deprecation on his face.

Zhao Yi thought about it, and finally asked, "What about your family?"

Wildcat lowered his head, a pair of fists clenched unconsciously, "All dead." ”

Zhao Yi next to him was touched by the words of the wild cat, he reached out and touched his face, and looked up at the sky.

What's wrong with this world? There are so many orphans!

After Zhao Yi was silent for a moment, he tried to squeeze out a smile and asked, "Wild cat, what is your real name?"

The wild cat stretched his waist, and then said: "My real name is Zhao Qi, I am an illegitimate child, and my mother didn't tell me my life story until she died, maybe she wanted me to live an easier life." ”

Zhao Yi could feel that the wild cat at this time was completely different from the usual clever ghost, and it turned out that such a person would also hide something weighing thousands of pounds in his heart.

Wildcat didn't want to worry too much about his own affairs, so he changed the topic and said: "Zhao Yi, the first time to fight such a death battle, are you afraid?"

Zhao Yi pondered for a moment, such a battle was nothing to him, but he didn't show it, in fact, he wouldn't believe it even if he said it. So Zhao Yi snorted twice in his nose and said proudly: "What is this, I have seen the scene of the gods fighting, it was really dark, the earth was shaking, I told you about the wild cat, you can't believe that scene." ”

The wild cat, who is already somewhat "familiar" with Zhao Yi, knows that this kid has started to brag again, but it's really strange, he usually likes to listen to Zhao Yi blow two paragraphs, and he feels comfortable listening to it.

Zhao Yi bragged about it, and suddenly came to his mind the situation that he and Xilin were locked up in the pine tree world by Grandpa Song.

I don't know what happened to that kind little girl, since leaving Tianfutang, Zhao Yi often thinks of that paradise-like small village.

"Alas!" Zhao Yi sighed unconsciously.

Wildcat looked at the expression on Zhao Yi's face, suddenly stretched his head a little, and said with a low smile: "What daughter do you think of again?"

Zhao Yi glanced at the wild cat, and also changed his face and said with a wicked smile: "I don't want to think about women at this time, what else can I think?" ”

The wild cat stabbed Zhao Yi with his hand, and said seriously: "Zhao Yi, if the two of us can survive this time, after returning to Junshan City, how about going to the soft embroidered Tianjie you said for three days?"

Zhao Yi opened his eyes wide and looked the wild cat up and down, and chuckled: "With your body, lose weight, don't say three days, it's good that you can still have your life in one night." ”

The wild cat didn't understand it at the first try, and after thinking about the meaning of Zhao Yi's words for a while, he suddenly realized, and immediately picked up his fist and smashed it, "Your uncle, who will play more than one night." ”

Accompanied by the punch of the wild cat, there was also a whistling sound in the air, and then there was a "thump" sound on the city wall, as well as the screams of soldiers.

The stone bullets dropped by the trebuchets of the East Vietnamese army were all smashed on the city wall, several virgin walls were smashed, and the soldiers hiding behind were smashed into a bloody blur.

A new round of offensive by the East Vietnamese Army began.

The howls that hissed and cracked the lungs, like mourning voices from hell, were aimed at the Chu army in the city, and they were also against themselves.

Zhao Yi and Wildcat grabbed the armor-piercing knife on the ground at the same time, jumped up, and stretched out their heads to look out of the city.

Two hundred paces away, the ranks of the East Vietnamese army were neat, the soldiers in front of the queue were wearing leather armor, holding shields to protect their heads and chests, carrying siege ladders to the city wall, and the soldiers behind were holding swords and shields, following closely behind.

I think it is estimated that the defenders on the city wall have already used up the arrows, and the East Vietnamese army that came to attack this time even gave up the siege equipment used to protect themselves during the impact, such as carts and wooden curtains, and went into battle lightly.

However, when the East Vietnamese army advanced to within 200 paces and began to attack, the power caused by it was even greater than before.

At the same time, shouts of killing also came from the other three gates of Huaizhou City.

On the upper floor of the East Gate City, Wei Tian was dressed in military uniform, standing by his sword, and there was no expression on his dark face.

The defenders of the wall, with swords and shields in hand, hid behind the female wall, and looked out through the battlements, and behind them were two rows of archers, the arrows had been wound, and the arrows in the quiver were still full on their backs.

For a while, the atmosphere on the city wall was tense to the extreme, and it was also extremely quiet.

When the Dongyue army outside the city wall entered a distance of fifty steps from the city wall, the war drums on the city tower sounded "dong dong", a row of archers quickly walked to the wall battlement, a bowstring sounded, and a row of arrows flew out in response, like a flying snake.

After the first row of archers finished shooting, they immediately stepped back and loaded their arrows, and the second row quickly replenished them, so that the arrows did not stop.

The rain of arrows in the sky suddenly "swished" and flew up, some shooting towards the outside of the city, and some shooting towards the city wall, and there were screams one after another in the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

At the cost of a third of the besieging soldiers, the East Vietnamese army finally crossed the moat and approached the city walls, where siege ladders were erected.

At this time, it was time for Zhao Yi and them to make a move, and the stones piled up on the city wall were used as weapons by them and smashed into the East Vietnamese army that was climbing up one by one.

One side is above, one side is below, and the side below is desperately trying to get close to the side above, while the side above is desperately trying to stop the approach of the side below.

Suddenly, Zhao Yi heard a few terrible sounds piercing the air from the air opposite, and the next moment he saw several spears one foot long, nailed into the city wall like giant arrows.

Before the soldiers in the city could understand the intentions of the enemy, they saw a few black-clothed people quickly cross the moat and pounce on the city wall like fierce tigers.

The shadows leaped to their feet, then reached out and climbed on the spears that had been nailed into the wall, and flew up to the wall like an agile ape.

It all happened in the light of lightning, and most of the defenders of the city had not yet reacted, and a bright sword appeared in front of them, and then a sword slashed their throats, and they fell to the ground and died.

Zhao Yi saw clearly, these people who flew up were not ordinary martial artists, all of them were martial arts monks, although their cultivation was not high, but as long as they were given half a pillar of incense, hundreds of soldiers on this city wall would fall.

Zhao Yi didn't hesitate any longer, flew closer to the nearest man in black, and the armor-piercing knife in his hand was raised high, and the knife went down, a very simple slash.

The man in black saw a man who looked like an ordinary soldier slashing at him, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of contempt, and he put the sword in his hand across his head, wanting to block Zhao Yi's slash.

The man in black didn't have time to regret it, Zhao Yi's knife first cut off his sword, and then began to slash down from the top of his head, and a man in black instantly turned into two halves of the man in black.

Zhao Yi's mind was full of old men and brute bulls at this time, Yan Chong, who had broken an arm, was running rapidly with qi all over his body, and he was like a fierce beast that had unlocked the seal, and the armor-piercing knife in his hand was his fangs.

Wei Tian on the city tower noticed the situation here, and had already drawn his sword in his hand, ready to personally deal with those black-clothed martial arts monks, when he saw Zhao Yi make a move, he was stunned at first, then startled, and then stood still.

Wei Tian's eyes flickered in the darkness, staring closely at Zhao Yi who was like a desolate beast, is this still the delicate-looking scout?

This time, even he, one of the twelve captains of the Shenfeng Army, was a soldier sword cultivator with secret skills.

Zhao Yi, he can guard a city gate by himself.