The autumn was crisp and the sky was clear, but the faces of the people on the riverside were gloomy, Jiang Du looked up and looked around, only to see those civilians who did not know the situation, with the flame of hope burning in their eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Everything is going according to the original plan, if that ninth-level master appears, I will deal with it freely!" Jiang Du's face was like a piece of wood, and he looked a little dull.

"Ginger Dumb!" Several veterans' eyes were slightly red, looking at the tall figure in front of them, their hearts were full of grief and indignation.

In the face of the catastrophe of war, some people choose to live in despair, and similarly, there are people who die with hope......

After a while, several carts piled high sacks slowly entered the barracks, and the Assyrian soldiers in the camp inadvertently noticed that the soldiers and slaves in the carts suddenly stopped near the camp gate, lined up the carts, and then took out a large number of bows and crossbow blades from the sacks, and began to attack the soldiers around them frantically.

The soldiers near the camp gate and on the watchtower were quickly shot, and at the same time, a large number of Assyrian soldiers appeared in the direction of the ferry, rushing towards the main camp.

"Someone broke into the camp!" When the soldiers patrolling the battalion saw that the situation was not good, they immediately issued a warning and blew the whistle in their hands.

20,000 "Assyrian" soldiers poured into the camp, and the previous 3,000 joined them. Taking advantage of the terrain of the camp, they fought fiercely with the Assyrian soldiers who surrounded them, and quickly captured the other two camp gates.

The coalition soldiers never dreamed that someone would dare to break into the barracks and send them to death, and their reaction was naturally half a beat slower than usual. After they hurriedly lined up, they all showed cruel and playful smiles.

I don't know where these soldiers came from, but relying on these people, trying to cause trouble is simply the work of delusional madmen.

Inside the camp, there were many camp tents, and the cavalry could not give full play to their advantages, and the coalition soldiers wielded swords and guns, armed with bows and crossbows, and attacked these campers from the periphery.

In less than a cup of tea, the campers lost one-third, and the destruction seemed to be a foregone conclusion, and the coalition soldiers on the periphery could not intervene, so they pointed fingers at the people inside, made jokes, and looked leisurely.

On the high platform in the distance, several generals of the coalition army looked at these desperate and heavy casualties, and understood the other party's intentions almost at the same time.

"Hurry up and give the order, hurry up and retake the camp gate!" A regimental commander from the West Island said to his own soldiers.

"Quickly order the 15th Division and the 17th Division to outflank from the West 5th Battalion Gate!" An Assyrian legion commander said to his subordinates.

"Order the 18th Division and the 10th Division to leave the camp from the West 6th Battalion Gate and recapture the ferry terminal!" A legion commander of the Rus' Empire commanded his personal orders.

Helian Yue was not in the camp at this time, and several people were doing their own thing, but they saw at a glance that the situation was critical, and these transfers of troops were even more sharp and straight to the point.

The men hurried away, but the three camp gates suddenly erupted with earth-shattering shouts of killing, and several company generals frowned and looked at it, only to see a ragged hard laborer, holding all kinds of farm tools, with teeth and claws, rushing in from outside the door.

It turned out to be the hard labor of Beiyan!

The generals were relieved, and they all wanted to see how these rabbles were defeated by the regular army and fled. Instead of feeling guilty about the impending bloody massacre, their eyes became eager and grim-looking.

It didn't take long for the eagerness in their eyes to turn incredulous, even with a hint of horror.

These ragged mud-legged laborers in front of them obviously received a certain amount of military training, they were like recruits training in the school field, shouting untidy slogans, taking slightly unfamiliar steps, wielding hoes and nail rakes, and having eyes to resist the encirclement and suppression of the army in the camp.

The soldiers of the West Island and Assyria who were in charge of the attack in front of them, armed with long knives and scimitars, constantly attacked the improvised phalanx of the mud legs, and to their dismay, the seemingly clumsy weapons in the hands of the mud legs combined together exerted an incomparably great power.

Planks (shield soldiers) and bamboo brooms are included, and hoes, sickles, and crossbowmen are included. The role of the plank is defense, and thousands of planks are piled up like a heavy wall, and only a strong slash can destroy its defense.

Bamboo brooms are the most powerful weapons, they are not afraid of swords, but also defend against arrows, the most terrible thing is that its front end is all sharp bamboo tips, if you are stabbed in the head, although it is not fatal, but let the middle person live is worse than death, because behind the bamboo broom is a bow and crossbow, hoe and sickle.

Dozens of hoes are waved on the head, and even a veteran who has been through a hundred battles will be frightened and run away, otherwise in the next moment, he will become a formless meat puree.

As a result, these generals found that after a long battle, it was the coalition soldiers who retreated, and the mud-legged men became more and more courageous.

Seeing the usually brutal and fierce foreign soldiers, now defeated by themselves, the hearts of the civilians became more and more cheerful, as if they had endless strength, and they sang songs one after another while fighting:

Year after year, in a hard labor camp.

Tired and unattended, the fields are busy plowing.

……

Lord Jiang Du came to save me, and I came to be a soldier to protect the national court.

Make concerted efforts not to retreat, but to win the battle against foreign enemies.

……

This is a limerick poem written by Yang Xiucai, who is known as the most literary in the hard labor camp, after being saved. Yang Xiucai was weak and unqualified to participate in the war, and he would never have imagined that his whim-of-the-moment crooked work would be sung by tens of thousands of civilians at the same time in the enemy camp.

The simple and rugged singing, resounding through the sky and majestic, mixed with the roars and shouts of the civilians, he thought of his family and friends who had been slaughtered, and of his comrades who were sick and exhausted, who rushed towards the retreating soldiers with red eyes.

The generals of the coalition army were so angry that they scolded:

"No retreat, no retreat!"

"Those who retreat will be killed!"

"Archers, shoot these bastards for me!"

……

More and more civilians rushed into the camp, and as soon as they entered, they heard the chorus of tens of thousands of their comrades, and they suddenly became bloody, fearless of life and death. They were like ant colonies pouring out of their nests, dense and endless, quickly occupying the entire camp, and those dotted tents had already been trampled on at this moment, and the camp became a mess and empty everywhere.

The faces of the coalition generals became a little panicked, the melee of more than 100,000 people made the scene out of control, the bow and arrow could no longer play an effective role, and it was the first time they saw this kind of hardship, and they couldn't think of a good solution for a while.

At this time, the irritating singing continued:

Set fire to your food,

Set fire to your camp,

Burn all your garments,

Reveal the dog's door!

……

The enemy is like the king of the eight spirits,

I can't stop catching in the river.

Kicking his legs around his neck,

A click is stiff.

……

Accompanied by the singing, several places in the camp where grain was stored suddenly burst into flames, and it turned out that the "Assyrian soldiers" who had broken into the camp before took advantage of the chaos to leave the battlefield and set fire to the military rations.

The coalition general's face turned blue and his eyes rolled.

In the camp, the singing was loud and the fire was soaring. (To be continued.) )