The night was already deep. The guards, who had been running for several days, fell on the warm kang in the barracks and slept very soundly. The room was filled with the sound of contented snoring.

There was also an oil lamp in the hole in the corner of the house. The core of the oil lamp was twisted so short that the bean-sized light only illuminated the small corner of the wall.

The two logs that bound Shang Cheng were set up here. His face was also shrouded in the light of an oil lamp.

After several hours of pain, his face had completely lost its luster and turned into a blue-gray color that was impossible to look at; His face was haggard and tired, and even the pain or two that came from his mouth from time to time was weak and deprived, as if he had been squeezed out of a crack in the stone. Under the eye socket on the right side of his cheek, from the sideburns to the wing of his nose, a thick black ointment was applied, and it looked as if a black spot had suddenly appeared on his face, which looked ugly and ugly. Now, his eyelids drooped together, his bloodless lips were slightly open, and the corners of his mouth were wandering in a daze with a mysterious and strange smile. He was still muttering softly something that was difficult for others to hear.

His eyelids twitched suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. But the commotion quickly calmed down before it could disturb him, and he did not wake up. With his chest rising and falling rhythmically, his breathing was still even.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, then raised slightly, and then suddenly gathered in a ball at the center of his eyebrows. Before he could open his mouth, his eyes suddenly opened to the extreme, and they snapped together in a split second before the roar that was enough to tear everything apart......

His eyes were tightly closed, his teeth clenched together, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged and trembled. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans spread densely on his forehead in the blink of an eye. His body, bound to the wood, spasmed violently, shaking as if the earth was shaking, and the two legs that were tied up could not be bent and bent when they wanted to, and they could not stretch out when they wanted to straighten, and the thighs were as straight as a line from the thighs to the toes, and the soles of the two feet were painfully stirred together. He was suffocated by the sharp pain of the tendons, he could not utter even the simplest syllable, and a few ropes firmly imprisoned his body, so that he could not vent his pain through the swing of his body, and he could only use his head to smash the wood behind him......

The tom-tom sound of heads colliding with wood immediately reverberated throughout the barracks.

Most people were awakened by the sound. They felt compassion for their companion who was suffering, and prayed that he would endure it, and then they rolled over, wrapped their armor, and fell asleep again.

Zhao Shishi slept on the bunk closest to Shang Cheng. As soon as the first sound reached his ears, he immediately got up and brought the oil lamp to check. Looking at Shang Cheng, who was struggling in pain, he himself was crying in pain, but he couldn't help anything, so he could only look at his friend with worried eyes, and kept muttering: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt; It's okay, it doesn't hurt......"

The warm-hearted, cold-faced little officer also got up. He pinched a small piece of wood and stood in the ground under his feet without saying a word, until he saw that Shang Cheng was no longer trembling and twitching, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, he threw the wood in his hand and came over to help Zhao Shi feed Shang Cheng water.

At this time, although Shang Cheng was still standing on the wood, everyone could see that if there were no two pieces of wood to support him, he would be completely paralyzed on the ground like a mess of mud. His face was as clumsy as a layer of white ash, and his face was covered with sweat from his forehead and sideburns. He didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and breathe heavily, just grinning at the corners of his mouth and letting his body fulfill this most basic survival instinct; The aftermath of the pain had not yet completely disappeared from his body, and every time he breathed, he was interrupted by sobs. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes were gray and unrefreshed, as if he was staring blankly at a point in the darkness, as if he had not seen anything.

Zhao Shishi and the little officer stood on tiptoe, one holding his head and breaking his mouth vigorously, and the other holding a bowl to pour honey water on him. The water that spilled out was much more than what was poured into Shang Cheng's mouth, causing the collars, cuffs, hands and bodies of the three people to be everywhere.

It wasn't until he finished pouring a bowl of honey water that Shang Cheng finally regained a trace of strength. He took a few breaths and said to the little officer tiredly, "Thank you." ”

The flesh on the little officer's face twitched, and he said very stiffly for a long time: "You have to hold back." He picked up the wooden stick he threw down, wiped the soil on it with his sleeve, and handed it to Zhao Shishi. If he has another seizure, you put this thing in his mouth and don't let him bite off his tongue. ”

Zhao Shishi responded, took the wooden stick and put it into his arms, brewed a bowl of honey water, took a piece of white flour cake, broke it and soaked it, and brought it over with a wooden spoon.

Shang Cheng shook his head gratefully at his friend. Although there was nothing in his stomach for a long time, he had been tossed so much that he didn't even have the strength to eat and drink. Besides, he couldn't eat now, and although there was no pain in his cheeks, it didn't mean that he was better off now, on the contrary, he had now concentrated all his energy, waiting for another deeper torment in fear......

There was a sudden faint itch from his wound, as if an ant had crawled over it. As soon as the ants climbed up the wound, Shang Cheng's teeth collided involuntarily because of palpitation and fear. Almost in the blink of an eye, the number of ants crawling on the wound expanded to a swarm. The painful memories engraved in his mind poured out like a tidal wave, and the uncontrollable ordeal took possession of his body and soul in an instant, and in trembling and trembling, he finally fainted "happily......

When the first rays of the dawn had just turned the eastern sky white, the sound of the trumpet woke people from their slumber. God has finally cleared up, which means that the attack of the Thorns is about to begin.

The bed crossbows on both sides have begun to fire at each other. The three crossbows in the old camp had been stripped of the tarpaulins that shielded them from the wind and rain, and a dozen people were busy desperately around the crossbow beds, with the creaking and creaking of the wooden machine springs as they bent and twisted and collided, and then with a tom, the huge crossbow arrows that could only be lifted by two strong men slashed over people's heads with a sharp whistle. From time to time, the crossbow arrows of the Turks came in one or two shots, knocking down a barracks and killing a dozen soldiers and civilians.

Under the threat of the Thurts' crossbow arrows, groups of heavily armed soldiers, led by officers, walked to the designated place under the wall, and then sat down on the spot with a brief and rapid order. The temporarily recruited men immediately came over with large wooden barrels and baskets and distributed bread to the soldiers. Each person has a piece of bread or two buns, and they are only hungry or full.

Although Shang Cheng was tortured all night, he was already tired, and he was even shaking when he walked, but his hands and feet were not injured, and although the wounds on his face looked hideous and terrifying after being ointended, they could only be regarded as minor injuries, so at this time, he also sat with a few guards, chewing the dry hard dough that had just been issued, while waiting for the officer's order.

For his hungry stomach, a piece of bread is really not a good thing, but there is no way, although the old camp is full of food, but before going to the battlefield not to let the soldiers eat is an ancient rule, he dares to go to someone to complain, the current situation of the enemy He violated the prohibition of "chaotic army", and he may be beheaded on the spot to show the public.

As he poured the last bite of bread into his mouth, there was a sudden scream overhead, and then a figure and an iron-headed stake fell from the wall, and the guards who were resting under the wall could not dodge, and were wounded by crossbow arrows. Several soldiers on duty immediately ran over to remove the crossbow arrows, and ran away with a wounded soldier with blurred flesh on their backs. The other two soldiers lay motionless on the ground. When Shang Cheng looked carefully, one and a half of his shoulders were gone, and the other's head was deflated and flattened like a pinched persimmon, and the red, blood, and white ** were mixed together, and they were all dying people.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and slowly chewed the bread in his mouth. The wound on his cheek was still throbbing and throbbing, but he was now numb to the torment, and with the passage of time and the spread of the medicine, the pain of the wound was bearable, and as long as he didn't speak and eat too hard, the wound didn't cause him more trouble.

The guard sitting next to him looked earthy, and watched in horror and horror as the soldiers on duty dragged the two corpses away, swallowing dry saliva one after another, and gasping for air in their mouths.

Shang Cheng glanced at him. This guard was a young doll, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and the beard on his mouth had just grown, and he still had a soft mustache. It's a rookie egg. He mentally commented on the creep and swallowed the last bit of cake. Cowardice and fear are human nature, and it will be fine if he fights two battles, and when he is used to seeing life and death, his courage and ability can naturally be refined, as long as he can survive the first few battles......

The petty officers came over to reassign the men, and the petty soldiers were pointed out to Shang Cheng and Zhao Shishi as "blocks".

Zhao Shishi, who had been closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, opened his eyes at this time, glanced at the little soldier contemptuously, and said with a pursed mouth: "Do you know what to do after entering the battle formation?" ”

The little soldier opened his mouth and didn't know how to speak.

Zhao Shishi pursed his lips, spat out a bubble of saliva a few steps away, bared his teeth and said, "Follow him." He raised his chin and gestured to Shang Cheng. Wherever he goes, we follow. Don't lose it! ”

"Oh."

"Huh?" Zhao Shishi's eyes narrowed. "You haven't eaten? How do you talk like a fucking mosquito humming? Did you hear me clearly? Follow him! ”

The little soldier was startled by him, and ducked behind him with his gun, his mouth even more timid.

"What are you scaring him for?" Shang Cheng said as he stroked the straight knife blade that was lying at his feet. He turned his head to look at the creep and said, "When I get to the battlefield, my right side will be handed over to you one by one" He stared into the creep's eyes, and only when the creep's eyes were unavoidable and he had to lower his eyes, he asked word by word, "Can I trust you?" ”

The soldier muttered something.

Shang Cheng and Zhao Shishi glanced at each other, and they both saw helplessness and wry smiles on each other's faces. However, the two of them were not too worried that this small soldier would become a drag on them for the time being, and according to their experience, the Turquoises would not be stupid enough to attack two camps at the same time, they would definitely take down the C-shaped battalion that was opposite to the old camp first, and then attack from both sides.

The ensuing battle was just as they expected, the Turks only placed a restrained force outside the old camp, but the C-shaped camp was full of crossbows and arrows.

Just when they were dozing off because they had nothing to do, they received a new order: reinforcements to the C-shaped battalion!