The outbreak of war is always unexpected, and when the rain is heavy at noon, a large number of people suddenly pour out from the west side of the North and South Streets.

In the pouring rain, the soldiers, who were full of spirit, killed the street with just one charge, slammed the door, and dismantled the antlers. In a short time, these elites trained by General Zhongli himself had already entered countless buildings.

The sound of fierce fighting spread quickly along the north and south streets.

The North and South Streets are the main commercial roads in Wengang City, and the 50-meter-wide street divides Wengang City into two parts, the East City and the West City.

To be honest, the three-month tug-of-war was the worst battle General Zhongli had ever fought, because it was simply two groups of hungry ghosts grabbing food here, and there was no war at all.

This is Wengang, and it is the home of everyone. Zhongli's dispatch of troops here was originally a rat trap, for fear of beating Wengang, which had been precipitated for hundreds of years, so he didn't dare to use many ruthless tricks at all.

What's more, these three months are just in time for the rainy season in Wengang, and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers has been severely reduced, and without the support of long-range strike forces, these soldiers can only rely on hand-to-hand combat to solve the battle.

In just three months, the war has become a game of head-hunting, with small-scale sneak attacks on both sides, and the peak is only a street battle of a few hundred people, and a large charge of thousands of people like today is really rare.

The battle in the rain was already heating up, the swords were chasing the fleeing enemy, the scuffling soldiers rolled from the house into the street, and the frenzied soldiers used their teeth as weapons to desperately bite their opponents' throats.

The torrential rain obscured people's vision, and the torrential rain weighed everyone's body. In this attack, no military formation is useful, everything can only depend on the quality of individual soldiers.

The city defense troops of the second prince never imagined that Zhongli would put on such a main offensive formation in this rainstorm. There are 5,000 troops invested at one time.

The poor city guards haven't even eaten breakfast today, and are waiting for lunch to be brought from the rear. But at this time, General Zhongli's soldiers pressed up.

The north-south street, which stretches for more than ten miles, is full of people who are scuffling, and the well-fed and well-fed Zhong Jiajun still has no problem dealing with these hungry soldiers, and after a while, the battle will penetrate into the alleys from the south street.

In the midst of the fighting, a few strange shouts were the most striking, adding a bit of humor to this flesh-and-blood battlefield.

"Folks, don't fight, throw away your weapons, come to us, there's a lot to eat..."

"Lao Wang, look at me, I'm a scar... I've surrendered to General Zhongli, so come too..."

These people who had just been recruited may have eaten the cakes well, and they shouted extremely hard. And this is the most active of the third master.

The boy reached out and pulled out half a piece of bread from the arms of the soldier beside him, which he had just stolen and discovered. The soldier never expected that this dead fat man would dare to steal his own food, and he would beat him if he went up.

But Da San squeezed his eyebrows with him, and said in his mouth, "Relatives on the other side, look at it, I still have half a piece of bread in my hand, I can't eat it all, what are you selling your lives with those beasts, throw away the guy and come over quickly..."

Oh, Dasan, this kid is really smart, as soon as the half of the cake was taken out, the eyes of dozens of people on the other side were blue. The temptation for food has reached this point?

In the pouring rain, I don't know whose wooden stick fell to the ground, splashing a splash. Then a strange cry was heard, and a thin figure headed straight for Tatsuzo, completely ignoring the spear facing him.

The city guards never expected that Dasan, this kid, would take out half a piece of cake and kill such a big weapon, and he really let that kid escape control when he was caught off guard.

The soldier who had been touched off half of the soldier moved the tip of his spear and grabbed the hungry ghost, "Be careful, you don't have long eyes, you will drill at the spear, don't die..."

No matter how the soldier scolded, the skinny boy had only half a piece of bread in his eyes and nothing else.

When the rain-soaked cake was stuffed into his mouth, the half-grown child cried bitterly. He hadn't eaten solid food in over a month, let alone a dough cake that wasn't adulterated at all.

Dasan was even more energetic now, jumping to his feet and shouting, "Come here, come here, it's all Wengang's own folks, if I lie to you, I'll kill the whole family... Surrender to avoid death, surrender has a way to live..."

Now they can set up camp, there are only ten city guards on the opposite side, but there are more than 30 people who are coerced, when the child escapes, these people no longer have any worries, throw their weapons and run away.

The city defense army has gone crazy, how can these desperate soldiers who have long been surrounded by the second prince let these people escape, they are still waiting for them to be meat shields.

The long knife slashed at the back, the sharp spear tip piercing the fleeing chest, and the frenzied killing attempt was to deter the lowly grass people.

"Stand still, whoever the fuck dares to run, will die to Lao Tzu..."

Unfortunately, the threat of death suddenly became ineffective today, and when five or six of the nearest people collapsed in pools of blood, the rest fled faster.

Even the injured who were struggling in the stagnant water were still desperately struggling to crawl forward, with only a few simple words in their mouths: "I'm hungry... Grain... Grain..."

The crazy city guards pierced the throat of the people on the ground with a spear, "Die, you want to be a dead ghost, you fucking dream..."

The cruelty of the city guards immediately angered everyone. Damn, they are all local folks in Wengang and Hong Kong, why are you so ruthless, you don't even leave a way out.

But they knew that in the past few years when the second prince took over the city defense army, he desperately recruited rebels and stuffed a lot of his own diehards into the city defense army system, many of whom were bandits and bandits.

In the eyes of these people, there is only a rich future given by the second prince, who will care about the life and death of the grass people in Wengang.

Zhongli's field soldiers were completely angry, and they rushed over against the torrential rain, suppressing the ten city defense soldiers to retreat step by step, only to retreat half a street, and none of these ten people had gasped.

It's still the team leader, the team leader who was touched the cake. Pulled a handful of rain on his face, "Da San, you organize the villagers to rest across the street, and after you settle the injured, you bring a few loud people over..."

"The rest of the soldiers, let's continue to kill... Don't go home until dark..."

"Kill, don't go home until dark..."The elite team roared in unison, withstanding the torrential rain and rushing to the next street.

Dasan and their group were just a small detachment in the entire Long Street Campaign, and the five thousand elites were broken down into a squad of no dozens or twenty people, and a bloody battle was launched along the north and south long streets.

Every shop was a battleground for the soldiers, and every alley became a battlefield of bloody battles. The soldiers have all received the military order from the eldest prince, and all of them aim to rescue the people who have been held hostage, and the sound of fighting and shouting is continuous, giving this battle a strange flavor.

At the beginning, these people were still a little numb, maybe in their eyes, the soldiers in the world are all the same, their own cheap life, it is no longer their own, whoever likes to take it away, anyway, don't lie to us before you die.

But when a few clever soldiers took out the rest of their dry food from their arms, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in the eyes of these numb people.

Perhaps, maybe I'll be a full-bodied ghost before I die.

It was with this mentality that some thoughtful guys took the lead in defecting, and when everyone saw it with their own eyes, General Zhongli's soldiers really did not kill prisoners, but also placed the people in the rear. At this moment, the doubts in everyone's hearts were dispelled, and the great defection finally began.

What a spectacular scene this is, on the north and south streets, suddenly from the east city of countless ragged people, these stumbling crowds, rushed to the west city, none of them did not cry loudly, that is the joy after escaping death.

The soldiers who remained in Xicheng took out what little food they had left and distributed it to the people. Not much, one person may only be able to give a small piece of bread, but this bite of food has already made the people who have not seen the fragrance of food for a long time cry bitterly.

The soldier who divided the bread went into the crowd, broke the bread in his hand into small pieces, and distributed them to each refugee, and said in his mouth.

"Let's take a bite first, and when we collect the troops in the evening, the camp will boil wild vegetable porridge for everyone... This fucking troubled world, for a bite to eat, how did you become such a bird..."

Some homeless people swallow the bread in their stomachs in one bite, and some people chew desperately in their mouths, but they are reluctant to swallow it. There was a hint of relief on everyone's faces, maybe it was General Zhongli's reputation that played a role, and none of these people who had defected were afraid.

And at this moment, Da San came over with a group of people, and behind him four or five young men with bulging mouths were carrying a large basket, and there were people on it who specially played umbrellas.

When the people saw the contents of the basket, they were all dumbfounded. The bread is all salty bread torn in half.

"Folks, you all know me up to three, right? Lao Tzu is also an old man in Dongcheng, give the villagers a beautiful difference today, whoever has a loud voice, who has enough physical strength, come and get half a cake..."

"I'm the third master, I don't want you to sell your life, I want you to sell your voice, follow me to shout after eating, let's call the villagers, we Dongcheng people can't die..."

"Anyone who can move..."

Good guy, I almost camped on the spot, and the crowded people surrounded the three regiments, and there were several people who hung their throats.

"Third master, I'm your neighbor's six dogs, I have a loud voice, you want me..."

"I'm the big teapot of Baihualou, I have a good voice, and I'm familiar, third master, you want me..."

"I... I... And me..."

It's a mess, if it weren't for a few soldiers on the side, Dasan would really be afraid that these hungry ghosts would rob him. In the end, all the baskets of cakes were distributed, and a propaganda team of nearly 200 people gathered behind Dasan.

"Let's go, let's save the folks..."Da San's left hand was like a knife, and he slashed down fiercely, looking like that, it really tasted like a hundred battle generals.

At that moment, Da San officially joined the war, and the strange army that had been attacking the heart finally changed the fate of today's battle.