(It's really unlucky, I don't know what to eat, it actually makes me vomit and diarrhea, uncomfortable!) Struggling to update it! There are shortcomings, please forgive me! ）

Fan Lao Wu ran out of breath, carrying a bag of soil on his shoulder, holding six bamboo sticks that he had just received in his left hand, his heart was beating wildly, and arrows continued to fall on the village wall, falling under the feet of their homeless people, and there was also an arrow inserted in the soil bag on his shoulder, and from time to time he heard a few firecracks on the village wall, and from time to time there would be individual homeless people who were hit by arrows or bullets and fell on the way forward.

But Fan Lao Wu didn't look around at all, after running six times, he was no longer afraid, just like the eighth child just said, damn up, immortal for thousands of years, if he was shot to death, he could only blame his bad life, if he didn't die, if he ran four more times, he would be able to get five flatbreads and a bowl of meat, which was enough for him and his son to eat for two days, and he couldn't care about other things.

He didn't exchange five bamboo sticks for broth and two flatbreads, and although he couldn't read, he could figure out that the ten bamboo sticks were much more than the five bamboo sticks, so he insisted and received ten bamboo sticks.

But at this time he was already very tired, his legs were like being filled with lead, and his heart was beating suddenly, as if this heart was about to jump out of his throat, and every time he stepped out, it was as if he was stepping on a cotton stack, and he was a little weak, but he still moved his legs mechanically, carrying the heavy dirt bag on his shoulder, and ran forward step by step.

The trench is getting closer and closer, and the seventh trip is about to be completed, Fan Lao Wu was a little happy in his heart, and quickened his pace again, because he knew that the edge of the trench was the most dangerous place, although there were soldiers of the Xingtian Army who raised shields to protect them from arrows and bullets, but Zhuang Ding on the village wall still concentrated his fire to suppress the trench and prevent them from pouring the soil into the trench smoothly.

More than a dozen people had already fallen on the edge of the trench just now, and he didn't want to die here like those people, so he had to dump the soil into the trench as soon as possible, and quickly run back to carry it three more times, so that he could lie down and rest well!

But the sky was not beautiful, but just as he ran to the edge of the trench, an arrow was nailed to his thigh with a pop, and he stumbled and almost fell into the trench.

Fortunately, the strength of this arrow was insufficient, and the flesh of his skin was not deep, if it was a strong bow, it was estimated that it would nail his thigh through, although he staggered, Fan Lao Wu still gritted his teeth and supported the crumbling body, regardless of the disregard of unloading the dirt bag on his shoulder, and poured the soil into the trench, and then turned around and staggered to cover the wound on his leg, trying not to let the arrow shake back and forth, and ran towards the back again.

But as soon as he turned around, an arrow was nailed to his shoulder again, and at last he could not hold on, and fell to the ground with a thud, and cursed with his mouth: "I am the ancestor of your day!" Lao Tzu is about to make up enough ten sticks! …… Damn, I can't die! Lao Tzu still has a son to raise! ”

He lay on the ground, with all his strength, and crawled towards the road he came, leaving a bloody trail behind him, one by one the homeless people ran back and forth beside him, no one looked at him at all, Fan Lao Wu struggled to crawl forward, but his strength seemed to be drained by these two arrows, and he couldn't climb anymore, and at this time two more arrows were nailed to the ground beside him.

"I'm going to die! I don't want to die! Old eight! Old eight! Help me......" Fan Lao Wu raised his head hard, trying to find the eighth child from the crowd, but there were so many people, how could he find the eighth child lying on the ground? Fan Lao Wu finally gave up, lying on the ground in a dejected manner, still holding the six bamboo sticks tightly in his hands, thinking regretfully, he had known that he would have exchanged five bamboo sticks for two flatbreads and a bowl of broth......

The top of his head suddenly darkened, and a person squatted beside him with a big shield, looked down at him and said, "Don't be afraid of brothers!" You can't die! You've done a great job! Come! Hurry up and carry this brother down for treatment! Hurry up! ”

So two people immediately rushed over, lifted Fan Lao Wu up, and under the cover of the man who raised the shield, he ran down quickly, out of the range of Zhuang Ding.

Fan Lao Wu breathed a long sigh of relief, but he still held his six bamboo sticks and the empty cloth bag tightly.

A young man with fine fluff on his mouth carried a medicine box on his back, squatted beside Fan Lao Wu, and quickly picked up the two arrows on his body with very skillful techniques, immediately cleaned his wound again, sprinkled some hemostatic powder on his wound, and bandaged his wound with the white cloth taken out of the medicine box.

Fan Lao Wu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, looking sideways at the young man bandaging him, his heart was suddenly full of gratitude, what he didn't expect was a cheap life like him, after being injured, he could still be treated by the people of the Xingtian Army, when he was hit by the arrow just now, he thought that he must be finished, turned his head to look, and found that there were more than a dozen wounded people of the same kind lying near him, and some people had already struggled to sit up, holding a big bowl, and ate it violently.

"Not bad! Six bamboo sticks, plus seven bamboo sticks on this trip, is a man! Your injuries are fine, just rest for a few days! You take a break, and someone will send you back later! Before you recover from your injuries, the Xingtian Army can't be hungry for you! Wait! The young man who bandaged Fan Lao Wu's wounds showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled at Fan Lao Wu, looked at the few bamboo sticks he was holding tightly in his hand, and said to him.

Fan Lao Wu gratefully wanted to get up and kowtow to the young man who treated him, but he was immediately held down by him and said, "Don't move, lie down first, our Heavenly Army won't do this!" ”

After that, the young man sorted out the medicine box, got up, walked to another wounded person who had just been saved, and squatted down to continue to treat the wounded.

Fan Lao Wu lay on the ground as if in a dream, reached out and touched the bandaged wound on his thigh, although the wound was still very painful, but at this time he was very at ease, and he no longer had the fear of dying.

Sure enough, after a while, someone brought a big bowl and a basket to him, the big bowl contained soup and meat, exuding a rich fragrance, Fan Lao Wu's stomach immediately twitched, and the person who delivered the rice put down the big bowl, looked at Fan Lao Wu's injury, and said with a smile: "Good man!" Twice! Eat! The flatbread is up to you! As long as you don't hold on! I took the bamboo sticks! If you want it, call me, and we will not do you badly to your wounded brothers! ”

Fan Lao Wu held the bowl of meat, and the tears spurted out at once: "Benevolence and righteousness, ......" He only said these three words, and then choked up.

"Yes! I didn't expect the Xingtian Army to be so benevolent! That's not bad for us! In the future, Lao Tzu will follow the Xingtian Army, where is this rotten life lost! A man next to him who was munching in the sea had a bandage tied to his chest, and while stuffing the cake into his mouth, he said to Fan Lao Wu vaguely.

Fan Lao Wu secretly stuffed a large cake into his arms, and he didn't care about the greasy, picked up a few pieces of fat from the bowl and stuffed them into his arms, and then ate them with the cake dipped in broth......

The two Furlong machines fired cannons continuously, constantly bombarding the village wall, covering the hundreds of displaced people who kept rushing to the trench outside the village, suppressing the Zhuang Ding on the village wall, and never letting them let go of their hands to shoot these displaced people, and in front of these two Furlong machine guns, a lot of earth bags were piled up, covering the gunners who operated the artillery, and blocking a lot of artillery shots on the village wall for them, they could calmly hide in the bunker, keep changing their clothes, and fire at the village wall.

The two tiger squat cannons on the Zhuang wall used to be put off from time to time, but just now, a tiger squat cannon exploded, overturning several Zhuang Ding of Lijiazhuang at once, and the remaining tiger squat cannon was also dumb, making Lijiazhuang's counterattack much weaker.

Dozens of archers of the Xingtian Army also continue to take turns to attack, under the cover of the big shield to the Zhuang wall to shoot arrows to counterattack, although the Xingtian Army is not equipped with many bows and arrows, but these bows are captured officers and soldiers used by the foot bow, the bow arm elasticity is very good, the strength is also very sufficient, basically there is more than one stone of bow power, compared to the six or seven buckets of hunting bows used by the Zhuang Ding of Lijiazhuang, even if the head is not good, but it still presses the Zhuang Ding of Lijiazhuang dare not stand up and release the arrow and release the gun.

A whole morning passed, both sides were fighting around the trench in front of the village, the two sides can be said to have their own losses, the homeless casualties were as many as dozens of casualties, and at the same time, there were several soldiers of the Xingtian Army who accidentally paid the price of blood, but fortunately, the Xingtian Army was prepared in advance, and sent dozens of specially recruited stretchers to snatch the wounded and hand them over to Lu Langzhong's medical guards for treatment, so most of the injured were worry-free, and it would not take long to return to the team and fight again.

Although Lijiazhuang occupies a geographical advantage, but the situation is not much better, under the repeated bombardment of the two Fran machines outside the village and the counterattack of the archers of the Xingtian Army, they also lost more than a dozen Zhuang Ding, the people who were hit by the cannon were basically not saved, even if they were hit by the arrows, they were not much better, most of them were injured in the face and chest, and they couldn't die for a while, but I am afraid they couldn't hold out for long, which made their morale not high, and it was even worse, after seeing the bloody casualties, those Zhuang Ding villagers were even more unbearable, One by one, the Zhuang Ding Xiangyong hid under the female wall, refusing to show their heads in life or death, and the angry Li Wangjin killed two Xiangyong who were afraid of war, which was slightly better.

Originally, Zhuang Ding Xiangyong would not be so unbearable, under normal circumstances, like when Zhuangzi was attacked by bandits, these people were very brave under the support of the idea of protecting the family, but after the toss of the Xingtian Army in the morning, many Zhuang Ding Xiangyong lost their loyalty to the Li family, and they were not willing to give the Li family their lives at all, even if they barely stood up to block, they were just perfunctory, and immediately lay down with an arrow, so there was no precision at all, only some Zhuang Ding of the Li family kept fighting back. Most of the casualties of the exiles and the Xingtian Army were caused by these people.

Li Wangjin will show his head from time to time to take a look at the situation outside, and the more he looks inside, the more shocked he becomes, the Xingtian Army is very tightly organized, only a small number of sword players and a large number of homeless people are dispatched, and most of the people of the Xingtian Army are resting, although some dark clouds gradually drifted in the sky at this time, covering the sun, but the weather is much hotter, everyone is hot and sweating, but even so, those Xingtian Army members who are sitting in line are not chaotic at all, and they are sitting neatly from a distance watching the battle situation.