The earth had not calmed down after the pain of the shock just now, and the sound of thousands of people marching in unison made the earth hum muffled. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ji Bai clenched the short sword, the rough and soft hilt was comfortable, and a layer of skin was wrapped around it.

When he first experienced the battle formation a long time ago, his palms were always sweaty, and he couldn't hold the hilt of his sword with stickiness, and that was a long time ago. That time he almost couldn't hold the short sword in the fight, and then the brother bought him a small piece of muntjac skin, and the sister spent a day wrapping the muntjac skin around the hilt of the sword, so that the next time he would not slip out of his hand due to sweating.

Many people know the origin of the muntjac skin on the hilt of Ji Bai's short sword, but now the suede used to absorb sweat is only decorative, and he has changed from a chick who has a dry mouth before going into battle and likes to mumble and hum songs to give himself courage and wipe the sweat on his palms from time to time on his clothes, to an officer and a sixth lord in Xia Cheng, and has become the object of envy of many people.

According to Jian Chen's order, he broke away from the brigade with three hundred black-clothed guards after the whistle sounded, and quickly launched an assault towards the gap in the city wall. The ground in front of him quickly retreated, and a wild chrysanthemum in autumn bloomed was trampled down by him, and on the way to charge, he even wanted to look back to see if the wild chrysanthemum that he had stepped on was standing up again, but the moment he turned his head, he only saw a group of faces as excited as him.

The impact distance of one hundred and fifty steps is not long, and under light clothing, it is not even as tired as when he used to charge into battle in heavy leather armor.

There were no enemies near the gap in the city wall, and before the Dongyi people in the distance wanted to run here to plug the gap, Ji Bai stepped on the corpses of several Dongyi people and boarded the earth bag of rammed earth fragments.

Ji Bai observed the movements of the Dongyi people with his goshawk-like eyes, and the Dongyi soldiers in this vicinity were all crooked, and those who were a little closer were frightened and fled in all directions. Three hundred paces away, several Dongyi people were stabbing the escaped slaves with their spears, forcing them to move on, while two hundred paces to the left, a group of Dongyi soldiers were advancing in a panic, and Ji Bai could even see the weapons in their hands trembling.

The Dongyi people did not expect such a situation to happen at all, and the follow-up troops in the city were extremely chaotic, and hundreds of people gathered together and divided into small teams.

Ji Bai keenly felt that if he didn't rush through the whole team now, it would be impossible for these Dongyi people to stand still, and they were already on the verge of retreating.

"I don't think we should attack the whole team like in training, but attack in groups of three or five, Ji Xia said that the faster the better, but the speed of the whole team is too slow. We can crush them and prevent them from rally. ”

He turned his head and said to the lieutenant who was gasping slightly, and the lieutenant swallowed as much as he could: "That's right, it's very ......."

Without listening to the adjutant general's last few words, Ji Bai turned his head and came to the people who were preparing to line up, and without waiting for him to give an order, this group of clansmen who had just made great achievements and gained glory more than ten days ago seemed to feel the same way, and clenched their short swords like him.

Before the battle, Jian Chen told Ji Bai, but everything was a matter of plan, the overall strategy was correct, but on every small battlefield, officers needed to be keenly aware of the fighters.

There were teams of Dongyi people gathering on the left and right, and it stands to reason that his task was only to rush in and go straight to the center of the city, but he felt that he could complete his main task even if he divided his troops out.

These Dongyi soldiers were probably as nervous and sensitive as he had been when he first went to battle, and the slightest confusion would cause them to be overwhelmed, which was the cowardice he had felt and laughed at.

The Ge Spear phalanx outside the city was continuing to advance, but at a much slower pace, and Ji Bai felt that if he didn't disperse the Dongyi people who were gathering, there would still be a battle to the death near the gap.

All this was in an instant, he no longer hesitated, shouted the names of a few people, and asked them to lead more than a hundred people to the right, break up the Dongyi people on the right, and meet him at the corner in front.

As for himself, he led the main force of the black-clothed guard straight to the left, where he saw a clan leader of the Dongyi people. The head of the clan was not written on the face, but in another form on the weapon and on the bearskin.

"Charge!"

With a sigh of peace, he took the lead and rushed out, the formation of the black-clothed guards was completely scattered, and only the smallest five-person unit was left to perhaps maintain its original appearance, much faster than the formation impact, but the impact force had also decreased a lot.

Ji Bai saw the frightened eyes of a person in the front row of the Dongyi people opposite, and saw that the frightened person seemed to turn around and run, so he rushed to the side of the person desperately, ignoring the surrounding movements, and stabbed a person next to him with a short sword.

He had been completely immersed in the battle, and he had seen the death wails of the enemy and the sound of the clashing of weapons as the most beautiful music, and he experienced a fascinating intoxication in the battle. His head and body were hot, and the smell of blood in his nose made him feel like a wolf smelling blood, and he even felt that his head was hot like a drunk, and everything flickered and blurred before his eyes, as if time had slowed down.

The sound of cast-iron bombs thrown by his own people in the distance was heard in his ears, accompanied by the pungent smoke of gunpowder, and for a moment Ji Bai found a word to describe how he felt at this time, just like ...... Spring festival. Happy and drunk, and there's always an explosion like that.

Because of the war, he has the glory and status he has now, so this person who used to go into battle and sweat and dry mouth has now merged with the war.

He used his peripheral vision to see the leader of the Dongyi clan not far ahead, and the other party obviously noticed him, because his crazy actions caused the people who had been easily assembled to begin to break up, so he held a sharp jade axe with a wooden handle and slashed at the top of Ji Bai's head.

Ji Bai didn't back down, nor did he immediately raise his shield, he knew that his shield would be smashed by the other party, the only difference between the frenzy in his brain and drunkenness was that his mind was hot but sober, and his reaction was faster than usual.

The legs of years of training burst out with great strength in an instant, and he took a step sideways and approached the front of the Dongyi people, raised the wooden shield to block the axe handle, and tried to hit the Dongyi people with the help of the strength of his shoulders.

Rumble......

The wooden axe handle smashed Ji Bai's wooden shield, but the most powerful axe missed, and did not smash the wooden shield, on the contrary, his chest was like being hit by a sledgehammer, and he tried his best not to retreat or fall, because he knew that once he fell to the ground, this strong young man in Xia Cheng would kill him.

Ji Bai also glanced at this Dongyi relative with some surprise, under his own violent impact, the other party only shook slightly, and then stood firm, strong as a black bear in the forest.

He took advantage of the situation to stab the short sword forward, and the Dongyi man's reaction was also extremely fast, one side of the body allowed the short sword to avoid the vital point, and the thick bear skin on his body also made the short sword only leave a shallow scar on his body.

Ji Bai stared at the enemy opposite, the man was about thirty years old, his eyes were a little frightened, he muttered something that Ji Bai didn't understand, turned around and ran, Ji Bai rushed after him, and the shouts of the Dongyi people kept coming from his ears, but he couldn't understand a word.

"It's like killing a cow...... The cow weeps and screams in terror before it dies, but I don't know what it's roaring at...... Probably killing someone who says the same thing as you will feel different, right? ”

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Fifty paces outside the city, he stood in the front row of the spearmen, with his spears in his hand, following the fast-paced beat of the drums, and in front of him was the gap in the city wall.

They are spearmen, and it is strictly forbidden to act privately, and all actions must be kept intact.

When he came to the gap in the city wall with the first team of 300 people, he saw the figures of Ji Bai and others who were already a little blurred, their black clothes mixed into the chaos of the Dongyi people, and the Dongyi people on both sides who had already gathered some troops had been dispersed, giving the follow-up spearmen enough space and time to form a formation under the city wall.

"They're rushing so fast."

One of the people next to him muttered, and he was also a little surprised, thinking that after the black-clothed guard rushed in, he would have to fight near the gap to block Dongyi's soldiers for a while, but he didn't expect this to be the situation.

Knowing that his timing was limited, he quickly ordered his soldiers to turn to the left, one of the slowest things the Spear phalanx did, still slightly chaotic but not overwhelmed.

After a while, the spearmen had already aimed their spears in the direction of the city gate, and Ji Bai and the others did not care about the enemy at the city gate, but rushed directly into the center of the city.

He led the soldiers forward quickly, and there was also a fight on the city wall, and the next three hundred people went up to the city wall from near the gap.

Under the city gate, there were more than 400 soldiers and slaves of the Dongyi people, and several of them were hung behind their heads, shouting loudly, but they could guess that they were about to die if they retreated.

Those scattered Dongyi people held simple weapons, and under the pressure from behind, they launched an attack on the side of the Xuan.

The men at the front were clearly slaves, poorly dressed, dazed and panicked.

The drums of Xia Cheng slowed down, and the soldiers raised their spears and marched forward slowly, shouting to the people of the group to be careful not to lag behind or move too forward.

The two slaves rushed to him, and he raised his spear and stabbed forward with the whistle.

The feeling of the piercing of the foreign object came from the shaft of the spear, and he saw the slave in front of him fall to the ground in response, his eyes wide open, his hands only covered the place where he was stabbed, and he shouted frantically, as if he wanted to use his hands to block the bubbling blood, but to no avail, his body twitched violently and finally remained motionless.

Such a person could not stop the impact of the Xia Cheng army at all, and the four hundred people who were easily assembled could not hold the city gate, and soon the city gate was opened, and the follow-up troops outside continued to pour in from outside the city, quickly attacking along the street corners.

He also fell into a fight, until the whole city fell silent again, and the banner of Xia Cheng fluttered in the city.

He returned to the city gates, looking at the slave who had died under his spear, staring at the hand that had covered his wounds before he died.

After thinking for a long time, he crouched down and broke the slave's stiff fingers, and the wound was no longer bleeding because it had dried up.

He took out the bone needles and thread packs from his pockets, knowing that they were meaningless, but he still used bone needles and twine to sew up the man's wounds, as if to fulfill the man's last wish.

This is not the first time he has killed someone, and he has killed more people on his fingers. And he was not the kind of person who had a kinship, and he was on the hanged list—all those who were on the hanged list were now officers of considerable prestige among the spearmen.

But he still sighed, sat down beside the corpse, picked up the man's stiff and calloused hand, and sighed: "It is interesting to be tired of working and suffering from the whip of their master, and now they are forced to take up arms to protect their master. ”

After sitting for a while, he felt that the blood next to him might wet his clothes, so he stood up, kicked the corpse, shook his head, and said, "Poor man." What are you born for? Why did you die? ”