The little fat man who rescued Wang Baichuan is named Wang Xiwa, and the two are villagers of the same village and clan; And when it comes to the seniority in the clan, Wang Baichuan, who is already over forty years old, has to call someone a little cousin!

And Xiwa is a smart and sensible child, due to the bad years, the family's land can't afford to support a young man; So he relied on Wang Baichuan's relationship and joined the Northwest Army. Since eating the "imperial grain" of the Qin Palace, Xiwa said that she was reluctant to mention the difference in generations between the two.

He told Wang Baichuan that when he was at home, he was Wang Baichuan's little cousin; In the Northwest Army, Wang Baichuan, who joined the army first, is his eldest brother, and he has his own opinions!

At the age of less than twenty, it is really commendable to have such a mind.

And tonight, at this critical juncture, the veteran oil son Wang Baichuan was not lightly injured, and he also saw the miserable death of the second uncle, and he was completely frightened; But this little cousin named Xiwa, at the age of nineteen, maintains a rare composure and calmness, and faintly shows the demeanor of a famous general!

After Xiwa pacified Wang Baichuan, who was covered in blood, she walked quickly up the steps of the city wall, wanting to observe the enemy situation outside the city. However, in the next moment, under the gaze of Wang Baichuan and others, a stone bullet the size of a grinding plate happened to break down a section of the city wall next to Xiwa! A flying blue brick and stone circled in mid-air and accidentally hit Xiwa's head!

Wang Baichuan saw his little cousin with his own eyes, and after being hit by this heavy blow, he couldn't even make a groan, and his body was crooked, and he planted the city wall straight and straight in the posture of "head and foot......

From a practical point of view, the crisp sound of "bang" made by hitting the ground with your head must be muffled by the noise of the city; But in Wang Baichuan's heart, this voice is not only clear and recognizable, but also like Hong Zhong Da Lu, shocking people's soul......

Just when Wang Baichuan burst into tears, the West City Gate was also pushed open by everyone, and a dry moan was released. Several old brothers of the Northwest Army stepped forward, stopped Wang Baichuan to death, and took him out of the city gate half-dragged and half-framed.

Wang Baichuan looked fixedly, and saw that on the opposite side of the trench, there were dozens of siege equipment of different shapes lined up; The long arms were repeatedly throwing projectiles into the city, and they were busy in full swing; And directly opposite Wang Baichuan, there was a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, who was the "righteous brother" he newly recognized a few days ago - the commander of the Worry Liberation Army, Pang Qingshan!

Pang Qingshan was wearing armor all over his body, but he did not wear a helmet; He folded his arms in front of his chest, spread his feet, and looked at Wang Baichuan with a cold expression, who looked like a beggar and a homeless person......

Looking at the other party's calm appearance, Wang Baichuan recalled that he had promised to surrender himself, and he wanted to ask for a favor...... But whether it is the whirlwind in his mind, or the last shame and dignity of a man, he can't say a word at all......

After being silent for a while, Wang Baichuan sighed and arched his hand towards the opposite side of the trench; Then he turned back to his head and said weakly to an old brother beside him:

"Hey, the tide is over...... Lower the drawbridge, let's go down......"

At present, the city is already on fire from all sides, and the soldiers of the northwest and the people of Xingzhou have suffered countless casualties, and there is no possibility of any turning around. The ants are still stealing, and since the Northwest Army has been lowered twice, the prestige of the army has fallen to the valley; If you can survive in the world, no one cares about one more descent......

Sure enough, the veteran of the Northwest Army was silent for a while, and he did not refute Wang Baichuan's decision. He nodded, turned around and pointed to the winch, trying to lower the drawbridge...... But until the second projectile on the other side has ended, the suspension bridge leading to the "life road" still has not been settled......

The man was sweating profusely and ran back to Wang Baichuan, and without waiting for him to ask, he danced and shouted:

"Oh no, the four of us tried our best to eat, and we couldn't push the winch! One of our brothers, who used to be in charge of the boat, said that this winch seems to have been glued to death by fish maw glue! And we tried it just now, and it didn't burn at all! He said that the fish maw gum should also have shell powder added to it......"

Wang Baichuan's injuries were not light, and as soon as he moved his brain, he felt that the world was spinning, and he was nauseous and wanted to vomit. Listening to the other party's panicked reply, he only felt a splitting headache, and could only weakly wave his hand to interrupt:

"To put it bluntly, is there any other way?"

"The brother who was in charge of the boat said, "Either pour hot water on it for an hour, and the glue will melt." Either you can do it and chop it little by little with an axe, but I'm afraid it will take longer and it won't be easy to prepare tools......"

Wang Baichuan is not a stupid person, although he failed to understand Pang Qingshan's poisonous plan, he also understands this strange thing, and it is inseparable from the Worry Relief Army. He stood up forcefully, and shouted to Pang Qingshan, who had been watching coldly on the other side of the trench:

"Pang Shuai, raise your noble hand, we have descended! Thousands of mistakes, all of them are the fault of my Wang Baichuan, leave a way for the brothers of the Northwest Army to live! ”

When Pang Qingshan heard this, he just sneered and didn't answer any questions; As soon as he stretched out his right arm, the Praetorian guard behind him handed him a stiff bow......

Sou!

Pang Qingshan stretched out his bow and arrows, and a feather flew over the trench and went straight to Wang Baichuan's door! I don't know if it's because the night is too dark and the direction is difficult to discern; is still Pang Qingshan's sparse archery skills and is not good at archery; The arrow was a little too high, and it didn't hit either the door or the throat; only took Feiwang Baichuan's hair bun and "tore" a large piece of blood-drenched scalp......

As soon as the coach showed his attitude, the siege equipment made a third effort and made the next round of throws again......

In fact, since Pang Qingshan made this plan, he had no intention of letting the Northwest Army leave alone. What's more, in the process of implementing this plan, thousands of defenders of Xingzhou City were also slaughtered by them; Moreover, the guard general of Xingzhou, Gu Shi, and even that handsome face, were smashed into a puddle of mud by this group of northwest beasts, cruel and tyrannical......

If this kind of blood feud is not avenged, he will be in vain!

And even from a moral point of view, it was indeed he Pang Qingshan who was treacherous and took the lead in killing Nankang's ally Chen Ziling; But this is, after all, a matter between countries, and there is no room for personal affection; From Pang Qingshan's personal point of view, after he stabbed Chen Ziling, he also left the Northwest soldiers a chance to live.

However, Wang Baichuan is shameless and will take revenge; secretly sent people to collude with the Northern Yan Imperial Court, and finally rebelled for the second time, and personally blocked the survival of the Northwest Army!

Any general who can command thousands of troops and horses is not a good man or woman! Since the Northwest Army is unkind first, he can't be blamed for Pang Qingshan's ruthlessness!

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself!

The boulders thrown by the trebuchets fell into the city and caused a shocking noise; The flames of fire brought out billowing smoke and choked the mouths and noses of the people; Those soldiers and civilians who were seriously injured and dying kept letting out the last wails of this life, and their words were full of resentment and curses......

Everything that happened at the same time gradually forced the surviving Xingzhou soldiers and civilians to the psychological limit......

By chance, the sign inlaid above the city gate was shaken off by the impact of a stone bullet and fell straight to everyone's side. In fact, the sound is not too noisy, and the sawdust flying everywhere is not very lethal; However, this crisp sound became the last straw that broke the camel's back!

A tall and burly Xingzhou man in his thirties, stood up and shouted, "Lao Tzu can't stand it"! Then he took a few steps back, sprinted, and leaped high into the air......

Then, without incident, he fell into the bottomless trench with a dull sound......

The ditches and drawbridges outside the city walls were originally fortifications designed to force the enemy to gather and charge, so as to facilitate the defense of the city and enhance the lethality of the city's equipment; Therefore, the width of the trench must have been carefully measured. Neither a human nor a war horse can jump over, otherwise it will have no meaning in existing......

However, when the human spirit completely collapses, the thinking will also enter a misunderstanding. In such a situation, some people make a start, and some people echo it. Several ordinary people and the soldiers of the Northwest, as if they had been infected with witchcraft Gu worms, actually imitated the young man who "jumped into the trench" and repeated the strange process of "speeding up and running, jumping and falling to death......

And Wang Baichuan, whose scalp was torn off by a feather arrow, just sat on the ground and watched all this happen. And Pang Qingshan, who was on the other side, didn't say a word, just looked at Xingzhou City greedily and viciously, enjoying the human purgatory created by his own hands, and repeatedly chewing on the physical and mental pleasure brought by revenge and victory......

By the early hours of the next morning, more than half of the siege equipment was overwhelmed and turned into piles of useless waste wood and rotten iron; The gunpowder carried by the army also consumed more than seventy percent; The stones that were forgotten by the Northwest Army also fell into Xingzhou City. And the auxiliary captain who sang the protagonist in this battle has long been red with smoke; Now in a hoarse voice, he walked up to Pang Qingshan and asked for the next battle plan:

Pang Shuai...... Ahem...... The stone bullets have been exhausted, do you need to lay a long ladder to capture Xingzhou? ”

"There is no need to attack, Xingzhou is completely finished. Tell the brothers to collect their troops, go back and have a good rest, and tomorrow the day will be over, and the whole army will set up camp. ”

"Yes!"

Pang Qingshan moved his slightly stiff neck, and turned around to leave the ruins of Xingzhou; But just as he turned around, from the direction of the other side of the trench, a heart-rending roar came:

"After my Wang Baichuan dies, I will inevitably turn into a powerful ghost and ask for your life every night! Pang Qingshan, 80,000 soldiers of the Northwest Army, are waiting for you in the underworld! ”

As soon as the voice fell, Pang Qingshan looked back; I saw Wang Baichuan, who was covered in blood, already jumping high in the air! Looking at his ridiculous hairstyle fluttering in the wind, if it weren't for the fact that in broad daylight, I really think of a terrible ghost!

It's a pity that the ghost can fly, but Wang Baichuan can't......

With a muffled sound of "bang", Wang Baichuan fell into the trench and fell to pieces!