"Brother Zhang, what do you say is a war like?"

"Is it the same as winter training?"

Zhang Weiyang listened to the inquiries of the people around him, thought for a while, and replied: "It's almost the same, don't be nervous, according to the drill during the winter training, there will definitely be no big problems." ”

Han Rui also relaxed when he heard this, and there was no burden in his heart.

Isn't it just a large-scale group fight?

From childhood to adulthood, how many scenes of battles have he not seen?

Whether it's a fight between classes, a grudge between grades, or a dominance between individuals.

Han Rui has just passed!

When other people's children go to school, the harvest may be a wall of awards; Han Rui's harvest is a large group of 'little brothers'!

I think at the beginning, a group of 'brothers' also formed a HAP, wearing a Zhongshan suit and fat-legged pants, cos hot-blooded college!

Maybe it's because Xinjiang children don't have many means of entertainment, and their extra energy can only be vented by fighting...

This time, at most, it's a group fight with weapons... Right?

The group followed the young general to the arsenal, and after each receiving a sword, a bow or a crossbow, they marched to the city wall.

Along the way, from time to time, I saw wounded soldiers, who were supported or carried by the people, and walked towards the wounded and sick camp in the city.

Everyone wondered: Where did the bodies of the fallen soldiers go?

Could it be that there are no dead people?

Coming to the base of the wall, the answer appeared in front of them.

Under the hundreds of feet long city wall, there are neatly placed corpses of fallen soldiers everywhere.

The original intention may have been to burn it after the war, or wait for the family to claim it.

But now, there are still nearly a thousand corpses, lying quietly and neatly under the city walls, without even a single sackcloth covered.

In the sweltering heat after autumn, the corpses gradually decomposed, and the foul smell emitted came to the nostrils, shattering the conjectures of Han Rui and the others.

War is not a military training exercise, nor is it a group fight between elementary school students.

War represents killing, it brings sacrifice, death...

And fear!

Everyone covered their mouths and noses, climbed up the city wall with palpitations and legs, and after being arranged to defend the position, they trembled against the battlements.

Han Rui may be better, he took out the kettle and poured it violently, and tried to find someone to talk to and relieve the fear in his heart.

I looked left and right, and the few people I knew were arranged far away, and I wanted to walk over, but my legs and feet were not too called...

The closest to him was an old soldier - he was covered in blood, and you could tell that he had been fighting at the city walls for a long time.

Han Rui was watching, he quickly tore off the lower corner of his robe, tied his dislocated arm with a strip of cloth, and didn't frown.

"Need help?"

He looked up at the sound and saw a strange recruit squatting on the wall, looking like a man.

The smile on his face was more reluctant than standing up with his legs trembling.

The veteran smiled: "I want you to help~ Can you get by?" ”

Seeing that his face was full of banter, Han Rui said 'yo he', straightened up, and walked in front of the veteran.

Pulling the shrugging arm up, he twisted slightly.

"Bear with me, it'll be fine." Han Rui said with a fierce force.

With a 'click', a sharp pain came, and the veteran's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.

I gritted my teeth and tried to move, and the pain eased a lot.

"You're good, and you know a little bit about the shin, and you've been a soldier before?"

Han Rui wiped the sweat from his forehead for him, and sneered: "No, I'm just a hunter." ”

The fear in my heart eased slightly, and we started talking.

"Eh, brother, you can hold back the bones and not shout, be a soldier?"

The veteran faintly heard Han Rui's compliment, and smiled shyly: "Hey, I'm just a city gate guard, what kind of soldier is it?" ”

Han Rui gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, I heard that the Huns have been attacking for two days, and you can still survive." ”

When the veteran heard this, the smile on his face froze, and he immediately fell into grief.

"My life was saved by nine comrades..."

Han Rui listened with admiration: "What about the nine people?" ”

"Being able to take care of you on the battlefield should be extraordinary, right?"

The veteran lowered his head, wiped his eyes without a trace, and pointed to the city wall: "They're all there." ”

"To save me..."

Han Ruiqi, what kind of talent can make nine people sacrifice their lives to save each other?

"Those nine people are the sons of slaves who have played with me since I was a child, and they were arranged by my father to be by my side."

"Originally, when I joined the army, I would use them as my personal soldiers and make contributions with me."

"Now, all of them have died in this cloud city..."

As he spoke, the tears could no longer be stopped, sliding down his rough cheeks, and he began to sob.

Han Rui's heart was full of heaviness: a family of ten people went to the city wall, and only one person survived in front of him.

I don't know if he will survive after the war.

Seeing Han Rui's appearance, the veteran changed the topic and said, "Hey, don't talk about me, what about you?" ”

"How did you become this city guard?"

As soon as Han Rui heard this, he didn't fight.

"Hey brother, let me tell you, you can be regarded as asking the point, I really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes..."

talked endlessly about the things after coming to the clouds, and did not forget to complain about the unfairness of fate.

The man listened interestingly and joked: "The relatives of the township party are more important than the mountains, and you are willing to join the army resolutely in order to earn food for your neighbors, which is not a great husband~"

"Whew! Mighty husband, who loves to do it, who does! ”

Han Rui looked aggrieved, which made the veteran laugh.

The laughter attracted the soldiers who were close to them, and before they knew it, everyone sat in a circle and shared their stories with each other.

A big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist said: "My name is Li Si, I was originally in charge of the wine shop in Chengkou, as soon as the Huns came, the shopkeeper ran away, and I didn't take me away because I ate too much, so I came to join the army." ”

"I don't have a big name, my mother-in-law's family calls me a second cow..." Hearing the introduction of a thin man, everyone laughed: "Son-in-law~"

The man lowered his head when he heard this, and then raised his head and got up: "So what! Even if I eat soft rice, I dare to pick up a knife and gun to fuck the Huns! ”

Everyone was silent.

A short and slightly chubby middle-aged man came out again: "My name is Chen Guier, and I originally made a living in the Drunken Immortal Building..."

Han Rui listened to everyone's introduction, the fear in his heart was completely replaced by sighs, and he remembered something he had heard a long time ago.

Every time the righteous slaughter dogs, the negative heart is always a reader...

In trouble in the clouds, the first to run was Shang Jia Haoqiang, princes and nobles.

It's nothing, meat eaters despise, and running for their lives is the choice they should make.

But what about the keyboard politicians who spend their days reciting poems and pointing the fingers?

What about the death of a good gentleman?

On weekdays, he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, and what about the literati doctors who consider themselves the pillars of the country?

Let's see who stayed behind to defend the city!

Peasants, house slaves, cooks, city gate guards, sons-in-law...

Even the restaurant Turtle Gong has come to defend the city!

Are you embarrassed to call yourself a cadre of the country?

Doesn't conscience hurt?