Before the storm came, the thorn flower banner shook wildly, and the tide-like Dongyi people finally retreated, and the dense crowd disappeared like an upside-down wave on the mountain beam, and set up camp on the plain twenty miles away. There were corpses everywhere under the city walls, flesh and blood mixed with mud, smoking siege vehicles, blazing ladders, those corpses burned by tung oil, crushed by boiling water, hanging strangely on the city wall, a blackened palm stretched upward, as if it wanted to climb up.

The scene on the city wall was not much different from that under the wall, and there were bloody corpses everywhere, some draped in thorn flowers, some in turquoise, and by now, they all exuded a suffocating stench. And the two broken walls have been completely destroyed, all the rushing cars and crashing cars stopped here and burned here, but the Dongyi people, regardless of the casualties, finally bulldozed it, and destroyed the Saimen knife cart behind the broken wall, if they attacked again, perhaps, the fortress of the tenth day will fall.

The wind was like a terrible horn, blowing wantonly overhead, and the lightning was like a flying silver snake, and it was like a whip in the hands of the great god of Haotian, whipping the tattered sky and the fortress that was still breathing. The black bird screamed across the sky, and the rain came at the craziest time of the wind and lightning, mercilessly washing the scarred earth and sweeping away the scorched, bloody smell.

"Perhaps, we should attack at night."

The sun, there is no sun in the sky for a long time, and I can't tell what time it is. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, slashing a dead soldier from the tower, and the entire tower seemed to tremble in the majesty of the heavens and the earth. Zicheyu was half-lying on the city wall, staring at the soldier's corpse falling along the city wall, his face was covered with a hideous scar, a piece of the enemy's blood intestine hung on his shoulder armor, the iron sword on his leg had begun to curl, and the blood spread from his side, pool after pool.

"Today, they have launched three assaults, leaving hundreds of corpses behind, but they still have the strength to fight, and if we attack at night, we may be in their hands."

Yu Lie sat on a stone thrown by a stone thrower, his back to the black city wall, and he couldn't stop panting. The stone under the ass was slippery, and it wasn't rain from the sky, but blood, sticky blood. A corpse of Dongyi was at his feet, its stomach peeled open, and blood and liver sausages were sprinkled on the ground. He still remembered that when this Dongyi man frantically pounced on him, he was furious like a wild bear, but now it was just a puddle of mud, and the sword that killed him was in Yu Lie's hand, a blood-red sword.

"The walls are already unfortified, and when they come back tomorrow they will come in through the two bulldozed broken walls, and we will not have enough men to repair them, and the civilians and slaves will flee, and the soldiers will be hungry. When they are caught between the front and back, that will be our end. The bean-sized rain poured down from the sky, and the middle-aged lord tilted his head and accepted the rain, his face was as white as snow, and the flesh of the wound after being washed turned outward, like a disgusting worm crawling on his face.

"The end will never come."

Yu Lie stood up with his iron sword and closed Luo Hou's dead eyes, his retainer was piercing his neck by a sharp arrow flying from nowhere while he was guarding him. As far as the eye could see, the rain was heavy, the steaming water was rolling inside and outside the city walls, and his soldiers were like walking sculptures piercing through this chaotic world, some of them were treating the wounded, some were pulling arrows from the enemy, and some of them took off the iron helmets on their heads, facing a corpse, silent silence.

War is never child's play, and it is not only the enemy who dies, but he himself is unscathed.

After this battle, the slave lords suffered a lot of losses.

In the distance, at the end of the sloping mountain, the enemy's camp seemed to float in the water vapor, and the lightning slashed over the camp, they were not Dongyi people, but they were more fierce than Dongyi people, as if they were part of the Dongyi people, they seemed to not know what death was, and it seemed that they were alive to fight, even when fighting against the Beidi people, Yu Lie had never been so tired.

Yes, the slave lord felt tired, perhaps because he had to live on chaff porridge all day long, causing his physical strength to continue to decline. He turned his head to look inside the city walls, and a very faint and thin smoke was wafting in the heavy rain, it was the surviving commoners and slaves boiling chaff porridge, and the slave lord's stomach rumbled at the thought of the fragrant gruel.

The soldiers began to clear the walls, some carried the corpses of their comrades down the zigzag stairs, others threw the corpses of the enemy under the walls like rotten meat. The vultures stood there in the pouring rain, they were so greedy that they could not eat enough of the corpses on the ground, but whenever fresh corpses were thrown from the walls, they would rush up and pull at them.

No one will feel guilt, pity for this, and roll into the abyss of hell at this time.

It's a feast for vultures.

Yu Lie walked along the city wall to the zigzag wall ladder, his pace fell very slowly, the big dripping blood behind him, whenever he passed by the body that was carried, he would stop for a while, and silently read the four words in his heart, 'Yan people are not afraid'. Suddenly, two soldiers turned over a pile of entangled corpses, the old blacksmith jumped out of the pile of rotten meat, and rushed towards Yu Lie with his teeth and claws, several soldiers stopped him, and the old blacksmith roared frantically: "Wind light night, damn wind light night, you take off the iron helmet and take a look, this is all your sin, you will be punished by the great god of Haotian, you will be cursed to death, cursed to death." No, struck to death by lightning! Sometimes pointing to the bloody corpses, sometimes to the lightning in the sky.

The old blacksmith is still alive?

The slave lord showed an invisible smile under the cold iron helmet, he didn't pay attention to the nervous old blacksmith, nor was he killed by the divine thunder in the sky, he walked down the 'zigzag' wall ladder, the hem of the big sword dragged the blood all the way, his whole person was like a pool of blood, and he said to his lieutenant general as he went: "Drink more porridge, tomorrow we will fight against the city, and when they are about to form a formation, we will rush down from the beam on horseback, stir them up, divide them, In the end, they fell under this impenetrable trench. ”

The middle-aged lord hummed, "We don't have much porridge left. ”

"Take it all out, and if there is meat, the same will be true."

The voice under the iron helmet was a little suppressed, as if he was talking in the water, but the figure of the Yanjing Tiger was still upright, and his eyes were as hard as iron.

……

"Damn, how can there be such a war? We are bleeding and torn to shreds in front, but you are hiding behind!! ”

The rainstorm washed the camp, the big tent of the Chinese army was in chaos, the missing half of the nose was like a lion in a rage, the pair of blood-red eyes were now only one, and the other was replaced by a mess of cloth, the gorgeous armor that made him proud was covered with traces of blunt blows, one of the most terrifying, the cuirass was deeply sunk in, he was able to survive, and he really had to thank the god Haotian. The green lion was also embarrassed, only half of the big piece behind him was left, and traces of blood came out from the severed shoulder armor, he knelt behind the low case, and looked at the big leader behind the main case coldly.

Gu Qi sat on the ground, and the blood-red one-eyed roared with rage, "I don't accept it, I don't accept it!" ”

Gongsun Yibai sneered: "Leader Gu, if you are not convinced, you can lead the Red Maple Legion to leave, and my ghost car army will never be forced to stay." As for your words, Gongsun Yibai didn't dare to agree, if it weren't for the desperate battle of the three thousand sons of my ghost car army, today's battle would just be to fill the corpse into the sea of blood. Could it be that your other eye is also blind, and you can't see whose blood is spilling on the city wall? As he spoke, he got up and pointed to the utensils: "This is war, not a brawl of scoundrels in the market!" If the order is the same, the order is prohibited, and only then can a hundred battles be won. How can there be immortals in war?! ”

Gu Qi was speechless for a while, and in the three battles during the day, the Red Maple Legion and the Green Leon Legion took the lead, and the Ghost Car Legion launched the most powerful blow after they lost their strength. It was also that blow that completely destroyed the two broken walls, and successfully climbed the city wall, and started a desperate battle with the Chaoge Qingqi who defended the city. However, Gu Qi thought that if the Red Maple Legion preserved its strength, it could also deliver the most lethal blow to the enemy. In his heart, there was another unknown thought, that is, the Ghost Car Legion must be deliberately depleting the strength of the Red Maple Legion and the Green Lion Legion, so that after obtaining the Tenri Fortress, they would immediately attack the two major legions.

What a cruelty, messenger of death.

Thinking of this, Gu Qi shouted: "In short, more than half of the casualties of my Red Maple Legion will be fought tomorrow, and I will never be a pawn!" Leo, are you dead? Let's talk about people! With one eye wide open, he glared at the green lion viciously.

The flickering light shone on the cloudy face of the green lion, he couldn't tell whether the instrument was singing a red and white play with Gongsun Yibai, or a fake play, however, the red maple army did suffer more than half of the casualties, and the green lion army was no exception, only the ghost car army still had eighty or ninety percent strength, for the future, he had to grit his teeth and said coldly: "Don't blame the big leader, Luo has done his best, and it will be difficult to be a pioneer in a battle tomorrow." ”

"How can this be ......?"

Gongsun raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but he heard the big leader who had been silent say: "The three armies are concentric, so that they can cut off the gold, since the two leaders are unwilling to arrive at the battle, then tomorrow's battle, the ghost car army will take the lead, and the two leaders will take the lead." ”

"Great Chief!" Gongsun Yibai exclaimed, revealing a row of white seeping teeth.

"So be it."

The big leader didn't seem to see the incredible expression of his wise man Gongsun Yibai, he looked coldly at the green lion and the tool, until they all lowered their heads, and he beckoned to the blackbird who was devouring a piece of flesh.

The blackbird flew towards him and rested on his armarmor.

"Roll rolling."

A strange cry like a wheel running over a stone sounded, and the green lion and the instrument stood up on their knees and left.

Silence returned to the tent.

Gongsun Yibai opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was restrained by the big leader waving his hand.

The big leader grabbed the long sword on the case, put it on his back, and swept the people in the tent one by one with his bright big eyes: Song Rang who was holding the sword, Gongsun Yibai who looked stupid, Huo Xun, a double axe hand with a wounded cloth wrapped around his shoulder, Xiong Zhan, a burly man who was about to break the iron armor, Ji Ying, a cold sword and shield hand, Tian Chong, a boxwood longbowman, and Tian Li, a hard-horned archer. They were also looking at her, their eyes turning from suspicion to purity.

"I know what you're thinking, but I'm tired. Now, the road to the front has been opened, and tomorrow we will get out of here. What generals, what princes and overlords, what do these have to do with us? Why should we die for them? We only work for one person, and that is Hou Zi, not someone else! ”