The Tartar cavalry galloped arrogantly, and iron hooves kicked up long streams of sand and dust that rolled in from the far north.

The long river bends, and the sunset is like a red-hot soldering iron, falling into thin clouds, flying into the distance, and a large area of red is red, as if blood stains the sky red.

The wolf smoke in the lonely city is endless, and it is towering to the sky.

The 7th Regiment of the Anxi Army held Jiuquan City for 38 days.

Blood covered the walls.

Amagi One Color.

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Carrying a newly made ladder and a shield made of wooden planks, the Hu people began to charge again.

The enemy army has surrounded Jiuquan City for so long, and their siege materials are almost exhausted, but they still refuse to give up, like wolves gnawing bones. They camped in the Horsehair Mountain, less than ten miles from Jiuquan City, and every time the siege failed, they retreated to the mountains, cut down large trees, and made this kind of improvised ladder.

Every time a few ladders were built, they rushed over and attacked the city as if they were lucky. Because they knew that the Liang army was running out of soldiers.

This time, they made three ladders, first rushed up two to attract the Liang army's troops, and then chose to charge at the Beima Battlement, which was far away from the West City Gate.

The officers and soldiers defending the city of the Liang army had just destroyed two ladders, turned their heads to look north, the officers roared, and everyone ran to the north collectively. The soldiers were heavy on their feet and out of breath.

The enemy had already broken under the city, erected the ladder, and leaned towards the battlements.

At the moment when the ladder leaned against the city wall, several Liang soldiers at the head of the city held a long fork against the ladder. As soon as he was stalemate, countless arrows suddenly flew in, taking several lives in an instant, and the fork fell to the ground.

The enemy's siege equipment was rudimentary, but their archery was accurate. Under the cover of bows and arrows, they continued to charge, and the third ladder finally reached the top of the city, and the sturdy Hu people began to raise their shields to climb.

The spearmen of the Liang army were already in position on both sides, and in the middle stood an ironclad general holding a Mo sword. The sword and shield bearers raised their shields for them to shield their bows and arrows, and the others hid behind the battlements, and from time to time they stood up and shot at the enemy on the ladder.

It's a pity that the Liang army has too few soldiers defending the city, and their arrows can't suppress the enemy from climbing at all.

The enemy had already begun to snatch the spears of the Liang soldiers, and once the spears were out of their hands, the enemy would be able to jump onto the city.

At this moment, a small soldier of the Liang Army wearing leather armor, carrying more than 400 catties of rolling logs, ran over, he looked very young, and his figure was not very tall, but this recruit named Chen Mu had amazing strength.

Seeing Chen Mu running over, the military general holding the Mo knife shouted: "Get out of the way——! Make way for Chen Mu! Raise your shield and block Chen Mu's arrows! ”

Chen Mu rushed to the front of the ladder, twisted his waist, put the rolling log on the ladder, and pushed it.

The enemies who were climbing the ladder were so frightened that they lost their souls when they saw such a large log, and some immediately jumped away from the ladder, while others could not dodge and were crushed by the logs.

The enemy was screaming and screaming, and one of the enemy soldiers was knocked down by a rolling log, hitting his head on a stone, and his brain burst.

"The oil is coming!"

A slightly lame veteran rushed over, carrying a spoon of oil in his hand and pouring it onto the ladder.

Fire, flowing down.

Spoonful after spoonful, the fire burned more and more.

The ladder is no longer usable.

Liang Jun picked up the long fork again and overturned the burning ladder.

When the enemy saw that the general situation was gone, the commander shouted, and everyone raised their shields and fled.

Another round of enemy attacks was repulsed.

Chen Mu leaned his back against the city wall, panting heavily. The battle was fought too badly. Now Chen Mu's eyes are full of the corpses of his comrades.

The surviving soldiers were so exhausted that some fell asleep next to the bodies of their comrades, and some still had tears on their faces.

The wounded and sick leaned dejectedly behind the battlement, enduring the sharp pain, and moaning from time to time.

Some people have a nervous breakdown after a bloody battle, go crazy, laugh as they walk, and even forget their names. No matter how much others call him, he doesn't respond.

The madman suddenly fell to the ground.

He may never get up again.

The temporary commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 7th Regiment put the Mo knife aside, put his hands on the female wall battlement, and continued to stare at the direction of the enemy's defeat and retreat.

At this moment a centurion came over, and only two fingers remained of one centurion's hand, which was bandaged and still dripping with blood. He cried and said, "Captain Diandu, let's withdraw, reinforcements won't come!" ”

Nori's allegiance looked back at his soldiers, including the centurion, and there were seventeen left, their eyes a little strange.

Before resisting this charge, the centurion had privately told him that he had parents at home, and that his daughter-in-law had just become pregnant, and he did not want to die. He also said that even if we hold it, the other doors will not be able to defend it, so it is better to escape while there is chaos now.

At that time, the warlord reprimanded him, and he didn't say anything, but his performance in this battle was actually quite good, and he survived in the end.

But now, he let him say this in front of everyone.

"If you want to go, you can go." Dian's voice was hoarse: "Until the other city gates are lost, I will never leave the position on our own initiative. ”

The centurion knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the noon, then stood up, turned his head and walked away.

An arrow pierced the Centurion through the back of his head and out of his eye socket, sending the Centurion's body to a halt before collapsing to the ground.

This scene happened in front of Chen Mu's eyes, watching the centurion's corpse fall.

Looking at the face of the allegiance of the pawn, the tough guy's face is twitching.

"Do you have parents and others don't? You have children, and how many of those dead brothers have not even touched a woman. Dian's allegiance raised his crossbow and shouted: "If there is anyone who retreats, he will be punished!" ”

There were sixteen people left, silently bowing their heads.

At this time, Chen Mu's heart was very chaotic.

He wasn't a man of this era, but he couldn't figure out why he was wearing this injured and unconscious big-headed soldier. Coincidentally, his name is Chen Mu, and this big-headed soldier is also called Chen Mu.

Before the crossing, the business empire he had worked so hard to create for half his life collapsed, and in the curses of countless shareholders, he only felt his heart shrink, and then he never had any impression again. Until now, he still felt faintly unwilling because he couldn't fight back against the enemy and show off his killer skills. As long as he shows his killer trick and a combination of punches, he can put his competitors to death, thereby saving the stock market and rebuilding his business empire on the ruins of the business battlefield. Unfortunately, he didn't have that chance.

After crossing over, he had no experience in cold weapon combat, and it was a miracle that he could survive until now after many fierce fights.

He woke up more than a month ago, and as soon as he sat up from his hospital bed, he was dragged to the city.

There was a battle going on, arrows were flying in front of me, wounded soldiers were rolling on the ground screaming, and there was chaos everywhere.

At a loss, he found that a veteran soldier was very lively.

The veteran's name is Zhang Youtian, one leg is a little lame, and everyone calls him Zhang Cripple. In his physical condition, he is definitely not an elite soldier, and he may be eliminated by the army at any time. But he's really clever and reacts to every situation as soon as possible. A good hand at filling in the gaps, checking the gaps, and seeing the opportunity.

The most important thing is that he can always keep himself busy without falling into danger.

What could be more important than being alive.

Chen Mu decided to follow him.

He carried the wood, Chen Mu followed the wood, he carried the stone, Chen Mu followed the stone. The enemy withdrew, and if the corpse was left, he sat in a hanging frame and went down to turn over the corpse, and Chen Mu also trembled and followed to turn it over.

Occasionally, he got some silver, copper plates, Hu cakes, and jerky, which made Chen Mu feel a little lucky. If you don't catch these, you will not go back with a bundle of arrows. Of course, if you go down in vain, you have to be scolded when you come back, and the captain of the eagle and wolf will roar when he catches it: We don't raise waste in the three camps!

Once, Chen Muzheng "threw himself wholeheartedly" into the corpse of an enemy officer, but the "dead man" suddenly came back to life.

As if out of instinct, Chen Mu stabbed him, and the officer's throat spurted blood, and he struggled a few times before stopping.

This time it must have been dead.

Turned out the officer's waist card, which was full of zigzag cuneiform characters, Chen Mu couldn't understand it, so he took it back to show everyone, only then did he know that the rank of this officer was equivalent to the lieutenant of the Liang army.

When he first killed someone, Chen Mu was extremely frightened and couldn't calm down for a long time. But later, he was praised by everyone, saying that he had finally changed from a child to a man, and he also drew a horizontal line on the merit book. From that moment on, he gradually got rid of the guilt, and instead felt that it was an honor.

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After that centurion was hit by an arrow, his body needed to be disposed of.

This time, without waiting for Zhang Cripple to make a move, Chen Mu stood up, grabbed the centurion's arm with one hand, grabbed the ankle with the other, turned his back and pulled it on his shoulder, and carried the corpse on his back, shook it, and turned the corpse to his shoulder.

The corpse is carried a lot, and this set of actions has been skilled.

At this time, the voice of Dian's allegiance came from behind him: "Strip him away, and his armor will be worn for you." And don't put his body next to my brothers, but throw it to the city. ”

After a pause, Dian's allegiance opened his throat and shouted, "Deserter! That's how it should end! ”

Since you don't have to carry it, just deal with it on the spot.

The arrow, which could not be pulled out, only ripped off his helmet.

For recruits who have never worn standard iron armor, disassembling the armor is really not an easy job, all kinds of buttons are hidden under the armor, tied like zongzi, and I don't know which button to untie first.

Chen Mu groped for disassembly, came the same, and gradually found the trick.

Neck guards, shoulder pads, breastplate, back armor, armor, abdominal armor, double buckle belt, missing crotch robe, large mouth pants, shin armor, leather boots, and finally even the underwear and pants are not all cleaned.

Turning his head to look at Dian Allegiant, Captain Dian Du's face was expressionless.

Leaving the white-striped chicken-like centurion off the wall, he heard a muffled "poof".

Chen Mu squatted down and sorted out those relics.

The money was handed over to the lieutenant, and the armor and other things were kept for themselves.

After all, he is also a centurion, and his armor is many times stronger than the leather armor of ordinary creeps. In the defense of the city, the importance of armor is self-evident, in a sense, this is to add a few lives to yourself.

When Chen Mu was sorting out his armor, he inadvertently glanced at the people around him, and in their eyes, he saw a little envy, or jealousy.

Chen Mu was overjoyed in his heart: "There are only three centurions in one battalion, and the other two are not dead, and they can't catch them." Maybe you can wait for the allegiance to be completely 'loyal to the country', and pick up his bright armor to wear it, that bright armor is better, and the whole helmet is iron. ”

Although most of the centurion's helmet was leather, there was a palm-sized piece of iron on his forehead.

Chen Mu put it on his head and immediately smelled a disgusting smell of sweat.

And the original owner of this helmet had just been shot through the head, and there were some blood stains on the leather.

The flavor is a little stronger.

After putting on the helmet, he began to rummage through the pieces of armor again, and he didn't know which one to wear first.

"Come on, I'll help you get dressed."

Zhang Cripple walked over with a smile, and while helping Chen Mu put on his armor, he said, "Boy, in the past month or so, your performance has been getting better and better. What's even more valuable is that you still know how to read. Captain Diandu has taken a fancy to you and asked you to wear centurion armor. This battle is over, and if you still have a life, you kid is the centurion of the second team. Congratulations. ”

Chen Mu smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight." I wore it this time, and I don't know if there will be a chance to remove my armor alive. ”

Zhang lame sighed comfortingly: "I have fought for most of my life, and how many times have I seen that I can't do it, and the reinforcements have arrived." ”

Chen Mu turned his head to look at Zhang Cripple, and in the corners of Zhang Lame's lowered eyes, he saw a trace of sadness that he wanted to hide but couldn't hide.

He is fifty-two years old, and his temples are covered with white frost.

Looking at him, I can't help but think of He Zhizhang's poems - the young man who left home and returned to the eldest child, the hometown accent has not changed, and the sideburns have declined.