Holy Han Empire, April 28, 29th year of Taiqian, Saibei Wasteland, Tucheng.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

The spring breeze of the wasteland is so cold that it scrapes a person's face like a brush, and if you stick the iron armor on your body at this time, it will not take long to stick the skin and armor, and then tear it off, and the flesh and blood will be blurred.

Several Han soldiers couldn't stand the cold, so they looked left and right to see if there were any officers patrolling, and took the time to squat behind the wall to avoid the wind. After a while, a big man climbed the city wall, and when he saw the veterans who were sheltering from the wind, he was so angry that he ran in three or two steps, and several soldiers were so frightened that they hurriedly stood up, but they were kicked to the ground.

This person is Wang Jian, the commander of the fourth formation of the Yizi Battalion of the 27th Regiment of the Shenghan Forbidden Army, who is holding two purple gold hammers, sandwiched under his armpits, and looking around with a pair of copper bell eyes. He stared at the demoralized soldiers, and couldn't help but scold: "Inuyi is just outside the city, you don't quickly keep your eyes open and star, is Mo Feier and the others willing to sacrifice their heads to the thieves?" ”

How dare the sergeants speak, one by one drooping their heads, but they are quite unconvinced, Tucheng has been besieged by foreign armies for a full nineteen days, and the corpses under the city are covered layer after layer, no matter how strong the people are, they are physically and mentally exhausted at this moment, not to mention that the 27th Regiment is only a temporary expansion of the forbidden army, and many people were still township soldiers or ordinary people a year ago.

Wang Jian looked around left and right, but saw that the soldiers were still indifferent, his face was like ashes, he held back his anger, turned to look into the distance, three miles away, a piece of flags waving in the wind, and the camp tents were endless, which was the camp of the alien coalition led by the Wuhuan people. Wang Jian naturally understands the hard work of the soldiers, and he knows their pressure, after all, whoever watches Pao Ze die in the city for days, there is no hope for reinforcements to help, how can he face it calmly in his heart. But Wang Jian understood that as long as there was a slight negligence, Tucheng would be conquered by foreign races, so he had to treat his subordinates strictly.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

Two miles outside the city, the rhinoceros horn in the camp of the alien coalition suddenly sounded, and soon after, tens of thousands of alien soldiers rushed out of the camp.

Wang Jian shouted: "Inuyi is attacking the city, and the soldiers are ready to fight!" Letter, send the order to the army! ”

"Whoa!"

"Ready for battle!"

"Engaged!"

"Engage the ......"

The Han soldiers greeted each other, set up round shields and spears, and some took the opportunity to eat two mouthfuls of cooking cakes and swallowed them with cold water.

"Woooooooo

The three-foot-long rhinoceros horn once again let out a low and loud order, which was the order of the alien attack, and in an instant, thousands of alien soldiers in front of the city on all sides of the earth city were killed. Their uniforms were different, even their weapons and blades were different, and even the words on the flags were very different if you looked closely.

The main camp of the enemy army in the north is surrounded by strong Wuhuan soldiers in leather armor, they are the commanders of this alien alliance, but tens of thousands of Wuhuan elites are standing still at this time, coldly supervising the siege of the servant armies of all races.

In the nineteen-day siege battle, the alliance leader Wuhuan people never sent a single soldier, and as the servants of the Wuhuan people, including the Yueshi people, the Beiyi people, the Qiuzi people, the Tatar people, the Shengfan people, the Gaochang people and other ethnic servant armies, the army consumed the energy and life of the Han army, and the corpses under the earth city were bloody and smelly, and more than tens of thousands of people died.

The marshal of the Wuhuan army, the little king of Wuhuan was sitting on the throne of the oxcart at this time, eating raisins leisurely, while watching the servant army and the Han army fight to the death in cold blood.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

In the sound of the horn of the attack, one of the servant troops, the Yueshi people, carried a long ladder and rushed to the earth city with a wooden shield, crying and howling wolves in their mouths, their eyes were full of determination and madness, they didn't know if they could return to the Moon River in their hometown this time.

The Yizi battalion, who is responsible for the defense of the west side of the city wall, is Ding Yi, a soldier in his forties, who walks with a long beard fluttering in the wind, and is known as the bearded man in the army. Ding Yi immediately took the archers and the second team to the city to reinforce the city, Wang Jian hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Ding Yi nodded to indicate that he understood.

Wang Jian stood behind Ding Yi, Ding Yi directly took off his helmet and threw it to his own soldiers, looked out of the city with a sneer, and blurted out: "Yo, this time it's actually a Yue's mongrel!" It's been a few days since they've attacked Tucheng, so why do they have the courage to do so today? Having said that, I have only seen them in these days, and I wonder I miss them. ”

The rest of the people chuckled, and in the cold spring, a "white mist" appeared on the slightly curly hair of Ding Yi, and the generals around him looked at the military lord with admiration......

Ding Yi, the military candidate, has led the Yizi battalion for nine years, and the beautiful bearded male leopard-headed tiger is burly, dressed in fish scale armor, wearing a red coat, holding a hammer, standing on the top of the city tower like a god of war. When the sergeants saw that the soldier was so calm and relaxed, they were immediately full of confidence, and one by one they clenched their swords, spears and guns and prepared to engage in battle.

The messenger stepped forward and reported: "My lord, Inuyi still has nine hundred steps. ”

Ding Yi nodded again, one foot on the wall, a little frivolous, and some disdainfully looked at the Yue people who were rushing from afar.

Captain Luo Zhen sneered contemptuously: "The Yue's people are too small to climb. Several other lieutenants also laughed, the Yueshi people lived in the desert oasis of the Western Regions, and often married the same clan, the elder brother married the younger sister, and the niece married the uncle, which was despised by the Han people in the Central Plains. Because of the marriage of the same clan, the birth of children for many days, so the Yue people have many deformities for fun, and the troupe travels all over the world.

Han Zhong, the soldier of the march, was a man with a heart, and said: "The Yue clan is cruel and vicious, and they have not attacked for ten days, this time they are suddenly attacking, we should be more careful." ”

Ding Yi raised his hand and ordered: "Bow formation, long shot!" ”

"Whoa!" The captain of the bow formation took the order and left.

Immediately, the Han army archers put down their shields, got up and drew their bows, and pulled out long arrows from the various arrows of the quiver and put them on the bowstring, and then the arrows were clustered upwards and aimed at the Yueshi Inuyi who were running. Ding Yi looked at the archers who were about to shoot arrows, frowned, and reprimanded: "Do you know how to use a bow?" Didn't the cubs of the bow formation eat today? Fill me up! ”

Only then did the bow array sergeants get serious, and then the bow captain ordered: "Shoot!" ”

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

One arrow shot out like a flying fire meteor, and the Yue Clan warriors on the road kept falling to the ground, some got up and continued to run, and some died directly on the ground. They couldn't turn back and didn't dare to turn back, they knew that if they exposed their backs to the Han army, they were afraid that they would die faster. They tried to bow their bodies and cover their heads with round shields, but the archers of the Han army were really exquisite, and people were constantly being shot and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

"Mommy—"

The Moon was shot in the thigh, then staggered to the ground, and soon three arrows pierced his chest. The Yueshi groaned and wailed in pain, eager to grab a companion to help him and save him, but no one would stop, they jumped over him and let his shouting gradually cease.

The screams and groans of the enemy did not shake the Han army on the city wall in the slightest, not to mention the death of the enemy, but the death of the robe around them, which could not cause them any shock at this time.

Left and right are just dead people, so why die first and then die?

The archers of the Han army stood high and shot far away, but the number was scarce, but when the alien army approached the city, the archers of the Yue people began to fight back, and the archers of the two sides began to shoot at each other, and the archers of the Han army continued to fall. After shooting for a while, although there were casualties on both sides, the Han army died one less than one, but the alien army died one to make up for one, and the captain of the bow array shouted when he saw this: "Bow formation, avoid arrows!" ”

"Roar!"

The archers hurriedly squatted down and put their shields on their heads, and the Yueshi people also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had won for a while, they howled loudly, and ran even more frantically.

The Yue's ghost cried wolf, his feet on the ground made a rumbling vibration, and among the Han soldiers who were hiding from the rain of arrows behind the battlements, Zhang Xiaowu sat on the ground with a wooden plank on his head, he gasped for breath, and the arrows continued to hit the plank like rain, and he gritted his teeth to withstand the rain of arrows. He could hear the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the screams of his colleagues, and even more so the sound of his own heavy breathing, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

This is the second battle that Zhang Xiaowu crossed over to here, two days ago, Zhang Xiaowu resisted the Tatar attack on the city wall for the first time in the Inuyi coalition army, and was almost killed by arrows, but fortunately he was lucky, although he did not kill an enemy, but he was not killed. It is only today that he gradually adapts to this cold world and the body of this eponymous teenager.

As the head of the technical section of a city library at the age of 34, a person engaged in system maintenance actually crossed over to an 18-year-old boy, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or depressed.

The happy thing is that the rebirth that anyone meets but cannot get has been realized in his body, but the depressing thing is that his current identity is too humble, not a noble son, not a rich second generation, not a talented scholar, not even a superb scholar, he is - surrounded by tens of thousands of foreign armies outside the city, ready to die generously at any time - an ordinary soldier of the fourth formation of the Yizi Battalion of the 27th Regiment of the Blue Dragon Legion of the Holy Han Empire.

"Am I the only one who crosses because of garbage sorting?" Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but sigh.