Volume 7 Getaway Chapter 7 Prosperous Age (5th Middle School)

The second wave lasted for an hour and a half, and the tribal warriors dropped nearly two thousand corpses before retreating in disarray. The walls on the left and right sides of the Yellow Flower Blossom were almost red with human blood, and the flame-like color stretched along the hillside into the distance, and the farther it went, the lighter it became. At the top of the hillsides on both sides, the red color is all gone. The grass is still verdant and vibrant in the sun.

Life and death are so close together that you can't even tell where the boundaries are. On the edge of the fading red, the weeds in a few places were noticeably darkened, and it was the tribal warrior who had fallen on the way to the impact. They lay frozen among the weeds and spring flowers, and all the previous cruelty and madness in their bodies were gone, as quiet as a deep sleep.

If the weeds at the foot of the Great Wall had eyes, they would be surprised to find that in fact, whether they were Turks, Xi people, or Murwei people, their faces did not look as different from those of the Central Plains as they imagined. Except for a slightly strong figure, a slightly darker complexion, and a slightly strange hairstyle on their heads, they are almost from the northern Central Plains, and even the vicissitudes written in the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes and the calluses born on the palms of their hands are exactly the same.

But two people who look similar and have the same sorrow in life cannot coexist under the same sky. Soon, the third wave of attacks began. This time, instead of immediately rushing to the wall, the wolf rider and his minions stood three hundred paces away, neatly lined up in a dense phalanx. The servant warriors in the front row held high the large shields, and the Turkic soldiers in the back row held horned bows, horizontal swords, and spears. Between the layers of horizontal knives and spears, dozens of ladders equipped with guards and wheels slowly moved along a makeshift platform paved with straw bags and mud and sand.

"This time, they're going to get real!" Shi Derui said in a low voice with a hoarse voice. In order not to cause chaos for his own brothers, he tried his best to lead by standing on the beacon tower far from the core of the battlefield. But the frenzied atmosphere on the battlefield infected him, making him cry out hoarse before he knew it.

"The general said that he is not afraid that Gu Tuolu will take out his whole body as soon as he comes up, but he is afraid that there is a hidden trick in secret!" The two encounters were victorious, which made the German side feel a little more confident when speaking. Cloud ladders, wells, ballistas, and the "magic weapons" that the invaders can sacrifice are all within everyone's expectations, and after so many years of fighting, the brothers have long been familiar with the corresponding cracking tactics.

"Will the general come over in person?" Shi Derui was a little worried about his brother, and lowered his voice and asked, "How many people can you mobilize in your hands, do you want to invite some reinforcements over?!" ”

"No, I don't have to. I still have half of the brothers resting behind the road. There were also two regimental brothers in the reserve who were ready to come to their aid. Shi Defang glanced at his brother and shook his head very proudly, "I am all Boling's disciples here, so I don't need to worry about the general." I guess he went to Li Jiancheng's side at the moment, although there are many soldiers and horses in Hedong, he hasn't seen any big scenes! ”

As he spoke, the enemy had already begun to speed up, and the high and low shields formed a wall, and they hurriedly pushed flat near Huanghua Huozi. Behind the shield wall, the archers put their feathered arrows on the bowstring as they walked.

"Whoosh!" The sunlight in the sky suddenly dimmed, and a huge shadow appeared on the ground. The cloud-like feathered arrows, numbering tens of thousands, roared and smashed towards the vicinity of the Great Wall. Yellow smoke immediately rose from the surface of the weathered Great Wall, which was blown high by the mountain wind, blocking the view of both the enemy and the enemy.

Feathered arrows kept falling, and the battlements in the distance were crackled with arrows. Occasionally, sparks of pale gold and dark purple jumped up and bloomed brilliantly, and then disappeared without a trace. Shi Derui was a little upset, and he didn't know how much his brother's subordinates had suffered in this round of crazy shooting. was about to sneak down to visit, when he heard his baby brother say with a smile: "Waste of materials, Gu Toru doesn't care about money, just shoot him." After speaking, he raised the command flag in his hand and waved it a few times, and the soldiers around him immediately put the horn to their mouths and blew it in a low voice.

"In the distance, a soldier responded with a trumpet." Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo! "The low, peaceful sound of the horn was heard from one beacon to the next, and the German orders reached the ears of every brother in the vicinity." Let them! After the yellow smoke, Shi Derui heard someone repeat in a mocking voice. Ah—rich man! A Hedong accent sounded in the crowd, sighing like singing, and a laugh was hooked.

The Turks were indeed wasting feathered arrows. After laughing, Shi Derui's mood also began to turn from nervous to quiet. Although the Turkic archers made a lot of noise, more than ninety percent of the feathered arrows they shot were stuck in the city walls. Most of the remaining arrows were blown crooked by the mountain wind, and they didn't even touch the edge of the city wall. The few who were lucky enough to cross the battlements were already castrated, and were obediently catapulted at the feet of the people when they were blocked by the shields of the experienced soldiers.

How did he tell? In addition to being delighted, Shi Derui's eyes were full of surprise. He used to know very well about his brother, who was full of poetry and books, and in his memory, what poems and texts this person recited, and he was very good at playing with some unworthy means, but he knew almost nothing about martial arts and soldiers. The guts are as small as rabbits, and they can't wait to shrink at the slightest breeze. Unexpectedly, after a few years in the Boling army, he not only commanded the war with a set, but even refined his courage to the point where Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change color.

"Tell the archers to prepare, seventy paces ahead, and concentrate on striking the slopes on both sides of the Huanghua Huozi." As if knowing that the clan brother was looking at him enviously, Shi Defang proudly raised the second command flag. He hadn't looked under the city walls beforehand, and even if he did, it was difficult for his eyes to penetrate the dark yellow dust and smoke. But the order was given in a timely and effective manner, and as soon as the archers, guided by the sound of the horns, rushed in a certain direction, a series of screams of pain rang out from under the walls. The feathered arrows from the enemy army followed closely, and the smoke and dust suddenly faded, and at the moment when the two puffs of smoke and dust alternated, Shi Derui saw the effect of this counterattack. The Turkic army collapsed in the center, and the tribal warriors, who were not covered by shields, pushed each other and hid in the east.

"Shoot the arrows, seventy steps ahead, and focus on taking care of the slopes on both sides of the Huanghua Huozi!" The German side continued to repeat its orders. The brethren on the Great Wall fired another volley. The feathered arrows that were fired at the head of the city became more and more scarce, and many of the tribal archers realized that their attacks had not received the intended effect, so they simply gave up shooting at the defenders, and concentrated on using their bows to fend off the volleys of eagles.

Within the range of several wells being pushed into the range of feather arrows, the Turkic archers standing at the top of the wells were fighting purposefully to cast cold arrows at the head of the city. The Germans organized a counter-attack, and with only three volleys, all the wells were turned into waste. A siege ladder was pushed close to the city wall by the brave warriors, and before the iron hook at the top of the ladder could make contact with the wall, the Boling soldiers behind the battlement immediately stood up and used their hooks to hook the wall towards the valley. The huge ladder lost its balance and collapsed. Smash over a large area of samurai who are about to climb the city.

"Rocket, burn it!" The German side made a quick decision. Calm voices echo over the Great Wall with the sound of horns. Several sharpshooters from the Boling Army drew their longbows, tied oil-stained linen to the shafts of their arrows, lit them and shot them at the same time as the fallen ladder. The flames immediately jumped up from the ladder, and the black smoke replaced the yellow mist, causing the tribal warriors to cough loudly. The sound of coughing could not be exchanged for sympathy, only more arrows. A few hapless fellows crooked beside the burning siege ladder, the air filled with the smell of burnt.

"Rocket, kill all the wells and ladders!" Seeing an opportunity, the German side decided to make every effort to expand the results of the war. The Turks' astringent siege equipment skills determined their defeat, and in a matter of moments, three wells, two siege ladders that had not yet had time to get close to the city walls, caught fire at the same time, and the Turkic warriors who were trying to climb to the top of the well and fought were burned and screamed, and jumped from the air in desperation. The soldiers under the well didn't have time to dodge, and hugged each other and fell into a ball.

The enemy's disarrayed appearance boosted the morale of the defenders, and the brethren leaned out from behind the battlements and sent more feathered arrows into the ranks of the attackers. The shieldbearers who had reached the foot of the Great Wall could not take care of themselves and others, and the tribal warriors who followed the shieldbearers could only accept the condescending blows of the defenders in vain. Despite the blessings of the priests beforehand, this kind of fighting, which could only be beaten and not fought back, was more than they could bear. After seeing the devastation caused by a wave of feathered arrows again, someone decisively chose to retreat.

Having lost support from the rear, the shieldbearer could not hold on, so he turned around and fled following in the footsteps of the robe. The brothers defending the city aimed arrows at the back of their hearts, sending their souls back to the depths of the steppe one by one. In the blink of an eye, the third round of attacks, which was quite powerful, was halfway through. The invaders found nothing but corpses and the remains of siege engines.

"What kind of wolf ride, Gu Turu has been screaming for so long, it turns out that this is the ability!" In the crowd watching the battle, several heroes who were born as horse thieves came to the conclusion again. Seeing that the enemies who had driven themselves into desperation in the past were deflated under the Great Wall again and again, they were so happy that they smiled. But soon, everyone realizes that something is wrong with the atmosphere around them. Not only did the officers and soldiers of the Boling Army not echo them, but even Liu Jizhen, the most popular boss, did not come over to talk.

What's going on? The horse thieves walked to the edge of the beacon tower and looked out of the Great Wall in amazement. They saw the results of the battle, the burning ladders and the crooked wells, and the corpses scattered all over the place. Beyond the range of the feathered arrows, several Turkic Burks held their steel knives aloft, using killing methods to reunite their own teams.

Farther away, on the platform that shamans once used to worship the heavens, two behemoths were erected. It is made of wood and iron rods, and it is painted with blood with various ritual patterns, one on the left and one on the right, facing the fragile section of the city wall of Huanghua Huozi.

Near the behemoth, several strangely dressed Westerners with curly beards were directing a large group of slaves, constantly reinforcing and reinforcing the monster's bracket.

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