Nancheng.

The battle between Nancheng and Xicheng is diametrically opposed, Xicheng is a dull and bitter battle, but Nancheng is a hoarse shout whether it is the official army in the city or the poles under the city, all shouting hoarsely, all shouting and killing with all their body and mind, even if it is a meaningless syllable.

The south of the city has really become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, looking at the brothers who are spread all over the city wall like ants, in the endless rolling wood and stones in Dingding Township, and the endless rain of arrows are constantly falling, looking at this glued battlefield, walking back and forth on the roof anxiously without mud.

Their own brothers and the brothers of the allies are falling one after another, but the signers in the city have been knocked down, but they will immediately go up like mushrooms after the rain, as if endless, the two sides are no longer about skill and strategy, and now they are talking about blood and life, real blood and life, and there is a competition of wills between the two sides, and the competition until one side completely falls.

Seeing a wave of brothers retreat, the five hundred warlords standing behind the formation held the big knives that were about to cut the blades, with a hideous expression, unambiguously cut off the heads of those cowards, and then shocked those cowards with their bloody heads, forcing them to continue to move forward step by step, and there was already a river of blood in front of the warlords.

Seeing this, Bu Mu waved the banner himself, and with the waving of the flag, another wave rested in the camp, and the dull waiting brothers were driven into the battlefield and thrown into a desperate attack.

After the first battle, another wave of brothers could not bear the pressure of the dead and wounded, and retreated with a blank face, and was immediately blocked by the overseers again, and the overseers were blood-red with red eyes, brandishing broadswords, and drove the brothers who had retreated to the city wall again, "Go back, continue to attack the city, the military orders are strict, and if you don't go back, you will be slashed and killed on the spot for the crime of escaping." ”

The brothers who retreated hesitated, and the brothers who continued to fight went back, but those who still wanted to escape were mercilessly cut down to the ground by the five hundred warlords, and in front of the warlords, a hill of high human heads had been piled up.

And so on and so forth, and the same drama is played out over and over again.

The people of the overseers drawn from the various coalition forces were already numb to killing, there was no mercy, no one listened to the wailing and pleading, no one had to scruple and see if they had chopped over their own robes, so they cut their brothers mercilessly, and then cut off the head of the robe with great difficulty with a big knife with a curling blade, held it bloodily, and then threw it on the mountain with a blank face.

Xu Zhong, a thousand households in the city, is now soaked in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water.

In front of me, under the city, those pole thieves are like beating chicken blood, and they are surging up in waves without dying, and the ant-like thieves are constantly killing the city with rolling wood and stones and arrow rain, and all of them are blood-red eyes, and they are desperately killed, they don't protect at all, they don't block, let Ding Xiangyong's knives and guns cut into the body, as long as there is still a breath of air, they will also give you a knife with their lives, and the seriously injured one, simply lost his weapon, and flew up, hugged an enemy and screamed and rolled down the city.

There is no way back for the poles.

At the beginning of the war, the alliance leader issued a military order, and this siege was the final blow, and it was a sea of flesh and snow, and if it was defeated, it would die without a place to be buried.

The leader of the alliance made a cruel statement this time, the small boss fought in the front, and then the elite, if the elite could not take the city, it would still be the old and weak women and children who went into battle, no matter what, even if it was filled with the bones of the whole army, it must be filled in today.

To put the old and weak into battle, this is an insult to these able-bodied.

Everyone had already pleaded with the gentleman of Woniu Mountain yesterday, and promised to use his own death battle to exchange for the safety of the old and weak, how could a man break his word? How can you bear to break your word?

There is no way out.

Early this morning, Qianhu issued a fate, and the military law of seven killings was repeated by the soldiers who kept running back and forth, and they were constantly warned to be reminded of the tragic situation of the city.

Fight to the death, do nothing, just for the father, elders, wives and children who are suffering a lot behind them.

Crazy, really crazy, whether it is a thief or a Xiangyong signatory, now, Xu Zhong has taken out all the reserves and all the means.

The elm spray continued to explode, the tiger cannon roared like a bead, and the feather arrows flew out like money, harvesting countless people's lives every time.

Yesterday's sign had become a veteran, but it was quickly consumed in the constant whistling of the longbow on the pole, and the continuous new ding was being filled into the hole where the veteran had died by the big knife and leather whip.

In the county yali, the orders of the county zun kept coming, that is, to use all means to motivate, supervise, and force Dingxiang to work hard.

A master carried boxes and boxes of silver coins under the rain of arrows against a huge door panel, and the master shouted hoarsely under the door panel: "Brothers, kill the enemy, kill a thief and reward one or two silver, cash it on the spot, and never owe five dollars of silver for wounding a thief." Kill five thieves, thousands of households after the war to protect the small flag, kill ten thieves, the county and thousands of households jointly as a guarantee, promote hundreds of households, brothers, the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune has come, everyone come to exchange silver, be a high-ranking official. ”

Stimulated by the silver and official position, the exhausted Dingding and Xiang Yong once again burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and the surging thieves were driven to the city again.

Taking advantage of the short time when the thieves retreated, Qianhu Xu Zhong sat in the city tower, needed to catch his breath, he was too tired, at this time he had already lost his strength, dropped the heavy helmet, took the water brought by the soldiers, regardless of the heat and cold, poured it violently, filled it, touched his mouth, and let out a sigh, at this time, a pro-soldier ran in, knelt down on one leg, and reported that Xicheng Cheng Fu sent pro-soldiers to ask for help again.

At that time, Qianhu was so angry that he jumped eight battles high, this is still the end, how can the one who was just sent away come again. There were no earth-shattering golden drums in his western city, no tragic fighting, only the occasional sound of elm spraying in the city, and the boring shouts of his group. Do you need reinforcements for such a battle? Could it be that he was full of food and uncomfortable? Asking for help, if it weren't for the support I could have here, I would have dropped some more people to come to Nancheng a long time ago.

"Stop him and let him go back to Westside." Qianhu commanded impatiently.

The soldier agreed, and got up to do so.

"My lord, let's send rescuers quickly-" A pro-soldier from Xicheng Fu, who was covered in blood, broke through the obstruction of Qianhu's pro-soldiers, and rushed in, hugging Qianhu's thigh and crying and begging.

"Bastard, get out of here." Qianhu was taken aback, shook off the hateful pro-soldier with all his might, and shouted and scolded: "Rescuers, rescuers, now I need rescuers here the most, your greedy general who is afraid of death, does he have more than a thousand Ding Zhuang, and he can't resist the feint attack of the pole?" Did the head of your house grow up eating? ”

"No, my lord, Xicheng is the main attack place of the thieves."

"The main attack, then let me ask you again, how many people do you have on the thief side?"

"There are nearly 10,000 people and horses."

"Ha, then look at how many thieves I have here?"

The soldier was speechless for a while, in the south of the city, there were not 30,000 but 25,000 thieves, which was really several times more than his own.

"But my lord, the thieves there are all strong, and they fight to the death regardless of their lives."

"Haha, what a desperate fight, so why don't they beat the drum to boost morale, why don't you hear the sound of thieves shouting and killing here? Are those poles dumb? ”

"It's really dumb, they tens of thousands of people are fighting to the death with red eyes and a word, even if they are wounded and fall to the ground, they don't say a word-" The soldier nodded again and again, explaining the reason.

"Hahaha." Those thousands of households were completely amused by this kind of fantasy and nonsense, tens of thousands of dumb people, do you ask if there are any of these in the country? If you make excuses, you have to find a reasonable and convincing one.

Excuses, timidity, cowardice.

A feint attack on the battlefield without fighting spirit and no fighting made a small landlord frightened, and he had to prevaricate himself with such a ridiculous reason, and he was really angry, and he didn't kill one or two of his thoughts, it was endless, and he no longer listened to the nonsense of the soldiers at that time, and shouted: "Come on, drag this guy who lied about the military situation out and cut it down." ”

The Zhenfu soldiers were shocked when they heard this, and once again pounced on the thighs of Qianhu and begged loudly, not begging for mercy for their lives, but still stubbornly begging for Lord Qianhu to send troops to Xicheng, "My lord, don't worry if you cut it, Xicheng is already in great danger, my lord, send troops to rescue the people of the city." ”

A few soldiers rushed up and dragged out the messenger who kept wailing for help and left, and after a while, the cry for help stopped abruptly.

At this time, the war drums outside the city sounded again, and the shouts soared to the sky again, and Qianhu put his heavy iron helmet on his head, shouted for his own soldiers, and rushed out with a knife.

I don't know how many times I have asked the soldiers around me about the situation in Xicheng.

Every time the pro-soldier shuddered and replied, he still didn't know.

At this time, a big black man's personal soldier rushed over and said breathlessly: "Qiyu-"

"Don't talk about it, hurry up and get down to business, how is the siege of Xicheng going?"

The pro-soldier swallowed his saliva and said, "It's tragic and abnormal, and now the overseers have begun to join the city." ”

Even the Warlords joined the siege, so you can imagine how fierce the warriors were, and how determined the brothers were to fight to the death.

But he listened carefully to Ximen's movements, as long as there was a faint shout of killing and a few cannon shots, there was absolutely no imaginary shouting and killing, and he was stunned for a moment, "Why don't you hear the golden drum shouting and killing in such a tragic battle?" ”

When the messenger heard this, he said with a solemn face: "The gentleman ordered, do not play the golden drum, do not release the trumpet cannon, everyone has a wooden stick in their mouth, there are military orders two, one, those who retreat are killed, and those who spit out the wooden stick to make a sound are killed, so everyone just gritted their teeth and fought to the death." ”

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