At the end of the day and the beginning of the day, an order was issued in the old camp, and two hundred guards from Yanzhou immediately set out to reinforce the C-shaped battalion.

The two camps were less than a crossbow apart, and the two sentinels were marching in full force, and the distance of four or five hundred paces was instantaneous. There were also cruising trolley cavalry near the side gate of the C-shaped battalion, and in the face of the two groups of guards in full formation, they did not dare to come up to intercept them, but only fired a few arrows symbolically in the distance.

The reinforcements here entered the camp, and the soldiers who attacked the wall of the camp gate slowly retreated in an orderly manner, and the battlefield that had been screaming and roaring and the sound of weapons became surprisingly quiet in the blink of an eye.

The captain who led the team talked with the officers of the defending army of the C-shaped battalion for three or two sentences, and immediately divided the soldiers he brought into three groups, two groups of people to fill the wall of the wall, and one group of people to guard behind the camp gate. In fact, the camp gate has long been blocked by food bags and sandbags, and there is no need for people to defend it, but this position can be mobile to the left and right at any time to support, and it is an extremely important position in the entire battalion defense, so the captain personally stayed to lead the team. Most of the four Shiri he left behind are veterans who have been trained on the battlefield, and they all have experience and courage to fight for their lives, and they will not give him soft eggs at critical moments to drag down the situation.

Shang Cheng and Zhao Shishi are also in these four Shiri. Although they did not have the identity of guards, they were among the best in these two guard guards in terms of the lessons learned from fighting for their lives on the battlefield, so they were also left behind by the captain.

Seeing that there was nothing to do for the time being, Shang Cheng held a straight knife under the wall and sat down against the wall, staring at the people who came and went with two red eyes. He wanted to find an acquaintance to ask if anyone knew Lian Niang's whereabouts. But he looked at it for a long time, and he didn't see the shadow of an acquaintance, so he couldn't help but sigh anxiously with empty eyes.

In the camp, the soldiers and brave men carried spears and arrows on their shoulders, carried corpses, transported the wounded, and kept coming and going. The warm spring sun wrapped him warmly, and the gentle willow breeze carried the rich smell of blood and the faint fragrance of wild flowers and weeds lingering faintly on the tip of his nose. Raising his eyes and looking north, the gatehouse on the south gate of the county can barely make out the outline, and then a cluster of green mountains and ridges in the distance stretch across the edge......

...... "Whole team!" ”

A call woke him up. The sound of shouting and fighting, the sound of ping-pong weapons fighting, and the muffled hum of people when knives and guns enter the flesh...... All sorts of voices flooded into his head in an instant; When he opened his eyes, he had already risen from the ground, holding the straight blade in both hands and grabbing his position in the front of the team.

"The wall on the right! Go to the two people! Above! ”

With a wave of the captain's hand, led by the cold-faced and warm-hearted young chief, twenty people lined up in two teams and went up the wall along the wooden ladder that was erected diagonally......

In less than two hours, there were only thirteen people left behind the camp gate, one by one, which was still the remaining people after two successive replenishments.

Shang Cheng and Zhao Shishi were still alive, and the two of them were holding their respective weapons, sitting under the walled wall with tired faces and seizing the time to rest.

Shang Cheng has completely turned into a bloody man, and there is hardly a place on his body from head to toe that can see the original color, one by one, some blood stains have dried up and become jet black, and the blood in some places is still wet, reflecting a deep light in the sun. The dried ointment on the right side of his face had already fallen off during the fight, and even though it was covered by blood, the two knotted blue-gray carrion on the side of the wound were still clearly visible.

Zhao Shishi, who had not even scratched a piece of oily skin all along, was now colored, and his neck was wrapped in a white cloth, and the blood oozing out dyed the white cloth with a few bright reds; The arm was also slashed, and a strip of cloth was wrapped around the forearm, and a few blood strips were dragged down the forearm to the back of the hand, slowly condensing and ticking along the fingertips of the wrist bone.

The soldiers who partnered with them in the two hours also changed again and again, and now it is the little chief who is the "blocker". Xiao Shi, surnamed Bao, also had a color on his thighs, and he took a black cloth that he didn't know where to tear off and wrapped it indiscriminately.

Not far from them, the captain who led the team was nervously discussing the next step with the officers stationed in several C-battalions and the officers of the transshipment department in charge of the grain depot.

Officers of the Transshipment Division proposed to burn the grain and retreat. This proposal was seconded by several officers of the garrison. In their view, there was extremely little hope of holding the C-shaped camp. Now more than half of the guards in the C battalion have been killed, and the remaining soldiers are all wounded; Less than one-third of the brave men of more than 300 townships survived, and the nearby villagers who ran to the camp for refuge and picked up knives and guns on the wall of the village were killed and wounded countless times; But there is no end in sight to the offensive of the Turquoise army, and the offensive is more and more fierce one by one, just now the Turpents have already killed the wall, if it were not for the captain himself with more than 20 people to counterattack, maybe the camp would have been breached......

Even though the place where they were discussing was still some distance away from the camp gate, even though the voices of these people were very low, Shang Cheng and the others still heard the hoarse roar of the captain:

"Can't be withdrawn! If you can't hold it here, the old camp will be thrown away......"

Shang Cheng leaned against the wall with a straight knife, slowly adjusting his breathing. The arguments of the officers passed through his ears, but he did not listen to them at all. What will happen to the withdrawal, and what about the keep? He didn't have the heart to think about the consequences of the difference between the two, let alone the strength to think about it. He didn't care about it at all. Whether he retreats or defends, he is just fighting for his life left and right. As a village warrior, as a vanguard in the guards, as a "strong" point of breaking the formation, what else can he do besides fighting? He couldn't do anything. He could only fight until he was killed by the Turgites......

Looking at the red-faced captain arguing with his colleagues, a strange question suddenly popped up in his heart

Does this life-and-death fight make sense to him?

The excessive exhaustion made his brain react a little slowly, and he stared blankly at the officers and officers for a long time before slowly retracting his thoughts.

Does this life-and-death fight make sense?

He had never thought about it.

Significance? The word swirled in his mind like scraps of paper flying in the wind. It didn't seem to make any sense, but it seemed to have a little meaning, and as for what was meaningful, his dull mind couldn't figure it out for a while. Surely there is some point......

In the distance, under the wall, two women, one carrying a basket, was handing out bread and pickles to the wheezing soldiers. The older women were the first to give out the cakes, and then the younger women took out pickle gnocchi and gave it to the soldiers. The two of them walked slowly, handing out cakes and pickles to the soldiers one by one, and Shang Cheng's sloppy gaze followed them all the time. There were not many people who could sit and breathe under this section of the wall, and their lives were not heavy, and soon they came to the nearest place. Shang Cheng had already seen clearly, the woman walking in front was about her early twenties, her expression was gloomy, her face was gray, her eyes were red and swollen like two walnuts, and her lower lip was bitten by her teeth. The woman who followed behind her...... In fact, she is still a girl, just looking at her size and childish appearance before she draws a strip, she can only be regarded as a girl baby, maybe she is not as old as Yue'er and Erya. But it is such a girl, but she has a bun on her head that only women keep, and a strip of white cloth wrapped around her forehead, which is mourning for her family......

Someone died in her house......

Shang Cheng sighed silently in his heart.

Two women came up to him and brought him two breads and a piece of pickle. His lips squirmed, and he wanted to say two words of comfort to the girl, but the words of comfort had crawled up to his throat, but he was blocked by a sudden sour and painful feeling in his heart......

His heart suddenly contracted into a swallow. He turned his face to stare at the older woman. Her breasts were bulging, and there were two milk stains left by the milk soaked on the shirt on her chest!

The moment he saw the two milk stains, he felt that the blood in his whole body suddenly rushed to his head; His eyes immediately went dark. In the darkness he could hear blood running in his veins, he could hear one thunderbolt after another rumble in his ears, and he could even see a hand grappling at his heart and rubbing, squeezing, and tearing......

He tugged at the hem of his shirt in pain, desperately opening his mouth to gasp, and there was a ho-ho sound in his throat, but he couldn't breathe in any air.

Both of his companions were so frightened by his horrific expression that they didn't even notice that the bread in their hands had fallen to the ground. They looked at him in alarm, watching him throw away the straight knife and stand up stiffly with his head tilted back against the wall with his neck straight against the wall. His stiff ten fingers had carved ten pits in the rammed earth of the wall. Before he could stand up straight, he threw himself headlong into the mud, curled up and rolled back and forth, his hands scratching at his neck and chest desperately, and the sound of his mouth sounded like that of a beast about to die.

Shi Chang, surnamed Bao, immediately came to his senses and shouted, "Come on!" The person had already rushed over, and with both hands he grabbed Shang Cheng's hand that was pinching his throat: "Quick, come and help!" Mother, don't get out of here! Grab his hand and don't let him choke his neck! ”

Seeing Shang Cheng's terrifying appearance, some of the surrounding soldiers were shocked and at a loss, but some had seen this scene, and said in their mouths, "Kill off the power!" Then he pounced, and some people shouted while pressing Shang Cheng: "Water!" Get water! Water! ”

Half a gourd of water was immediately delivered, and the soldier who shouted for water took the gourd and handed it to Shang Cheng's mouth, pried open his teeth and poured him into two mouthfuls, and immediately swallowed it himself, inhaled and then poofed, and the water in his mouth immediately turned into a puff of water mist sprayed into Shang Shang's face.

Shi Chang, surnamed Bao, slapped the guy who sprayed water in the face, and shouted: "Suffer your mother!" You want him dead! He snatched the gourd and fed Shang Cheng a sip, tasted it himself, spit out the water and raised his face and shouted: "Go and get salt!" Salt water is to be poured in! ”