Xiang Yu tied a strip of white cloth on the helmet cherry, and the contrast between the red helmet cherry and the snow-white strip of cloth was so stark. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Xiang Yu at this time doesn't look like a young man, more like a bloodthirsty beast. After 20 days of continuous onslaught, countless officers and soldiers of the Chu army were killed and wounded. Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu determined that the Qin army in Daliang City was no longer good.

Wang Ben agreed with them, twenty days. Squad after team of Qin troops fell on the city wall, and the city wall was littered with pillowed corpses. No one carried, and no one cared. After a battle, everyone has to be half dead, who cares about the dead people lying there. Early death and early life, killing one is enough to kill two to earn one, etc., similar words are very popular.

Indeed, every day people are killed in battle, and every day people fall on the walls of this girder. When he was dying, he glanced in the direction of Guanzhong for the last time and swallowed his last breath. The eyes are still looking at their hometown, and they don't know how many wisps of wandering souls can return to their homeland.

A lieutenant came to Wang Ben, whose hand had been injured more than ten days earlier. Now it's a mess, and there are still some green maggots in and out of the palms of the miserable white. Yellow pus, sticky around the wound. If you get closer, you will smell a strong odor. But now, it is good to have no nose on the wall. Even if a lump of poop was placed in front of them, they continued to eat and drink as usual. There are even some extremely boring guys, who have a taste of saltiness.

"How's the hand?" Wang Ben looked at the captain. This is a veteran who has followed him for many years, and has followed Wang Ben since he attacked South Korea. Tired from a small soldier, sat down to the captain. But I didn't expect to die here today.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." The lieutenant's face was flushed, and it was obvious that he had a fever. The uninjured hand put down the bloody sword, picked up the kettle and took a sip of water: "I'm afraid it won't be, if the young general can return to Guanzhong alive." Bring some of your subordinate parts back, it's Guanzhong after all. It's also reassuring to have something buried in the soil of Guanzhong! ”

The lieutenant said as he unloaded his own hands. The hand is rotten, and the knife is touched. And there were great drops of pus, and great drops of pus, dripping on the city walls. The good hand, grasping the sticky bad hand, twisted and pulled. The hand was removed, and the lieutenant threw it on the ground casually. The bone stubble at the fracture is white and very dazzling in the sun.

The lieutenant cut off his tail finger from his severed hand. Carefully scrape the carrion with a knife, rubbing the knife against the bone. The sound of "zila" and "zila" sounds itchy.

I don't know how long the time has passed, it could be a cup of tea or a century. The carrion on the tail finger was finally scraped clean, and unexpectedly the finger bone was as white as jade. Only then did Wang Ben realize that there was a trace of greenness on his unshaven face. This thing is definitely not more than eighteen years old, absolutely!

"Go up, it's a big pit. You fill it in, and Lao Tzu will fill it in. Where the loess does not bury people, believe me. There is not much difference between the soil of the beam and the soil in Guanzhong in terms of burying people. As he spoke, his hand took the phalanx bone.

"Thanks!" The lieutenant just said two words lightly, and picked up the bloody long sword on the ground. He walked away without looking back, and Wang Ben knew that this moment would become eternal. In this life, I'm afraid I'll never see this person again.

Wang Ben was not having a good time, as if there was a flame burning on his shoulder. It was hot and painful, and the wound was also bleeding yellow pus. Those healing pills for Pingliang were used up a long time ago. Now Wang Ben, a general, is the same as a soldier, and he can only stand up if he is injured. Many people are feverish, and there are not a few people who fall headlong while walking and can't get up again. Of course, there are those who can't wake up after a night's sleep.

The sick and wounded no longer wailed, they were like monkeys catching lice. Remove the blood-red maggots from the wounds in the robe, and then replace them with someone else's own. There are many such guys in the city, and they don't want to be a drag on their robes. Many times, the most headache for the Chu army rushing up was these half-dead wounded soldiers.

These guys will rush up like crazy people, "whoa" and "whoop" like crazy brutes. Holding Chu Jun with both hands, the two of them will fly down the head of the city and become new members of the corpse pile under the city.

Some of those who did not fall to their deaths for a while would be dismantled by the Chu army. Lost a piece of east and west, and the battle was so big that it was injured. The hatred has condensed as thick as the blood on the city wall, and it cannot be dissolved, only the cruel killing, and the screams of the enemy can soothe the bloodthirsty heart a little.

Wang Ben raised his arm with difficulty and took a sip of water. The empty crossbow machine hung on his waist, laboriously untied and thrown aside. After thinking about it, he threw the crossbow machine into the campfire where the corpse was cremated. In the battle that had just ended, he shot the last crossbow arrow. Most likely, it is also the last crossbow arrow of the entire Liang defenders.

Daliang City was besieged, and everyone knew that Wang Ben was fooling everyone. Reinforcements won't come, let alone five days, and even in another five years, no one will come. But no one debunked him, maybe everyone has a voice in their hearts. Hold out one more day, tomorrow, tomorrow reinforcements will arrive. Although we know that there is little hope of survival, everyone is still like a person in the cold, looking forward to the ray of sunshine in the sky. Looking forward to the arrival of the imperial court reinforcements, to put it bluntly, no one wants to die, and no one is willing to die. The hope of sound exists in everyone's fantasy, but unfortunately it is just a fantasy.

Seeing the crossbow string break in the flames, Wang Ben turned around. Perhaps he is about to burn in the flames, just like this crossbow. Whatever, Lao Tzu has been roasted on the fire for a month. Burning yourself in flames also seems to be a good result. At least, dead! He's dead! One hundred dead! Behind him, who can fucking manage so much. It's just a pile of minced meat, and there are already too many minced meat up and down Daliang City, and they don't care if it's one more or less.

Driving away a crow that was feasting, Wang Ben picked up the halberd next to the corpse. Staggered up to the city walls, rested for two hours, and both sides were ready. Presumably, the Chu army can't wait to attack.

Walking up to the top of the city, I found a guy standing on a battlement. Scolded at Chu Jun in the distance, there were many such boring madmen before. Especially when repelling an attack by the Chu army, many people would shout and curse like this. Now there are far fewer people who are bored like this, and they generally do this. Either I'm really crazy, or I want to kill myself.

Sure enough, the bastard was shot like a bird. The fact that the Qin army did not have crossbow arrows does not mean that the Chu army did not. The imbalance on the battlefield made the situation of the Qin army even more difficult! Whenever the Chu army attacked, the Qin army had to put up a shield. Resisting those rain-down crossbow arrows, the damned Chu people don't know where they learned it. The crossbow bolt was actually shortened by half, making it impossible for the Qin army to use it even if they collected it. If Wang Ben knew the person who had the idea, he wouldn't mind unloading that bastard into eight pieces, and then unloading eight more!

As far as the eye could see, all the Qin soldiers and soldiers were shriveled to the ground. Many people were lazily napping in the sun leaning against the corpses of their robes. Didn't mind at all, the little creatures crawling on the corpse of the robe. Black flies, everywhere. Some of them are green, and I don't know if it's a genetic mutation, anyway, they keep "buzzing" and "buzzing" around people.

The scene under the city is worse than above the city, and there are corpses everywhere. The corpses had already wrapped up the Great Liang City, and many places had been stacked up to half the height of the city walls. Wang Ben liked this kind of corpse pile very much, although the smell of corruption was a little stinky. But at least the walls were preserved. Let the Chu army no longer be unscrupulous and chisel the walls of Daliang City. Otherwise, Daliang City would have been breached long ago.

The corpses stinked a little, and there were more flies. More than you want, at least these things can keep you alive for a few more days. It's always good to be alive no matter what, and people will live to death.

Wang Ben stood next to the arrow stack, laboriously supporting his body with a halberd. He didn't want to expose his weak side to others, and soldiers sometimes needed a little confidence. As a general, encouraging soldier morale is the most basic skill.

As far as the eye can see, the military appearance of the Chu army is at its peak. Although they hit their heads and bled under Daliang City, there were too many of them. It's as much as the waters of the sea! When conquering the Yan Kingdom, Wang Ben specially went to the beach to take a look. It's the feeling that the sea is boundless, as if it stretches to the edge of the sky.

The horn sounded again, and Wang Ben saw it clearly. This time, it was no longer the Chu army foot soldiers who were holding bamboo shields and wearing bamboo armor and holding a shackle. These guys are covered in iron armor and have spears in their hands. He also had a long sword at his waist, followed by countless crossbowmen. The first general, the black helmet, black armor, and red helmet cherry blossom with a white cloth ribbon tied to it.

Wang Ben closed his eyes, and it looked like Chu Jun was already waiting impatiently. They are about to launch a general attack, and these people in front of them are the elite of the Chu army. He knew that no matter how capable he was, it would be difficult for him to resist this most ferocious blow. Next year, today will be my own festival day!

Taking a deep breath of rancid air, Wang Ben exhaled and said, "Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains!" The blood does not dry up, and the fight to the death continues! Old Qin, restore my mountains and rivers! The blood does not dry up, and the fight to the death continues! ”

At first, he was just chanting alone, and then a group of people were chanting. The sound gradually increased, even overshadowing the horn sound of the Chu army. The children of the Three Qin Dynasty who could stand up all stood up with their blades and roared loudly. Those who could not stand up lay on the ground and shouted loudly. Today is the day they shed their last drop of blood.

Through the visor, Xiang Yu glanced at the man standing on the city wall. His eyes narrowed a slit, and then his eyes widened. Raising the spear in his hand, he shouted: "Kill!" ”