"Doctor, Guangzong City's plan to consume the power of the Han army has failed, and the dark web laid down has almost been uprooted."

"Really?" The doctor, who was sitting cross-legged, paused and threw a sunspot into the chess basket.

Now that a game of chess has been decided, there is no need for him to play it again. With a noncommittal smile on his face, his mind did not fluctuate because of the victory or defeat of a game of chess, which in the hands of the doctor was just a game of chess played arbitrarily.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and asked, "In other words, there are still people who have not been uprooted?" ”

"Yes...... Lin Dong, right? ”

"Yes." The player at the bottom of the stairs answers.

Thinking that all the Hawkeye shadows laid in Guangzong City were destroyed, and the success or failure of the original goal was uncertain, the player cautiously asked, "Do we need to send reinforcements over?" ”

But I didn't want to be rejected by the doctor.

"No, you don't." The Doctor said.

He turned his head to look at the vertical row of windows on one side, and when he looked from the inside out, he could see the falling snowflakes fluttering in the mountain wind. In the mountains at the end of autumn, it was already snowing, and there were a lot of snowflakes that were carried into the room by the wind, but as soon as they entered, they melted and turned into puddles of water and left on the floor. After a while, the water was completely gone, and it was evaporated.

Indoor and outdoor, two different worlds entirely. The warmth of spring inside and the cold of winter outside, all depend on the existence of the stove in the house and the "geothermal" system that has been laid in the "Three Kingdoms era".

"Taiping is actually not important, if you can get it, it is not bad. It's not that important to me, you know? ”

"What's more, the safest place in the world to store knowledge is the mind. Zhang Jiao doesn't want to, he doesn't want to, you can't spy on Taiping to get half a point. ”

"That'...... Why did you send Major Lin Dong and mobilize the entire Eagle Eye arranged in Guangzong City? The player asked, puzzled. He couldn't understand the doctor's thoughts, and since he couldn't get it, why did he try, or even pay that price?

"Because if you don't try something, you don't have a chance, even if it doesn't have the slightest chance. But as long as you try, it's not nothing. The Doctor shook his head and glanced at the player.

The player who follows him, every once in a while, is replaced by one. Each one is from a different force, some are smart and some are stupid, and the one who follows him now is the short-sighted one.

Even if his face didn't show anything, the Doctor was able to deduce his mental activity by contacting his words. Therefore, there are many people who are transparent in his eyes, and only a small part of the special ones he can't see, and there is no doubt that this person does not belong to that special small group.

"There are many people like you, and of course there are not many people like you, who are born with what many people can't. In one parlance, that's when someone else is at the starting line, and you're already at the finish line. ”

"That way, of course, you don't have to try. So let's talk about those who are heading to the end, they want to have something, then they have to give something, even if they know that if they don't try, they will have nothing, they still choose to stand where they are, looking at the cliff that seems to be an abyss in the middle. Because of the fear of losing, losing what is already in one's hands. ”

"If you can get it, why not? Having a chance to go is more precious than those, because the opportunity will never come back once it is gone, and what you have lost, sooner or later, will have it again. ”

"You know what?"

"Bell."

Lin Dong's dagger slash slashed hard at Lin Banshan's short knife, and a gust of wind rose between the two of them, sweeping the entire study. The pages that had been scattered on the ground before were also blown around by the wind, until they hit the wall and finally hit the ground.

At the touch of a button, both men retreated towards their rear, and no one chose to take advantage of the victory to pursue. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't, this time, whether it is Lin Dong, who preemptively created the opportunity by himself, or Lin Banshan, who preemptively seized the opportunity, no one got the desired result.

It's actually more appropriate to use a lose-lose situation to illustrate.

Lin Dong's dagger arm hung down, his palm trembled faintly, and the tiger's mouth cracked open. Blood soaked the handle of the entire dagger, falling from the low end, splashing on the floor of the study.

His face was heavy, and the "thunderous movement" just now was undoubtedly a blow from the surprise attack. It's just a pity that Lin Banshan is also guarding against this blow, because even Lin Dong is like this, they are all guarding against each other's sudden moves.

"Happy." Lin Banshan grinned and said, on the top of the teeth, there was blood left everywhere.

He didn't care, just smiled and spat out the blood in his mouth. In the fight just now, he was injured more seriously than Lin Dong, but that's all, this slight injury was not enough to make him admit defeat, and it also made his fighting spirit burn.

He flicked his arm to drive the paralyzing sensation away, and drops of blood were splattered from the dagger. The toes of his toes were against the floor tiles behind him, and a little forward, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the masonry under the toes, and Lin Banshan had already rushed towards Lin Dongbang.

The two figures quickly approached each other and collided. The sound of the blades striking again and again, the flickering light and shadow, the lights flickered, and from time to time drops of red blood spilled out.

"Hurry up, don't let the Han army climb up to the top of the city!"

Listening to the shouts of the yellow turban leader in his ears, Shi Hang struggled to stir the hot oil in a cauldron, and the hot smoke came to his face, making his whole body sweat like rain. Not only that, but when the hot oil inside was burned to become extremely hot, there was also an oil bubble coming out from time to time, and suddenly shattering.

Drops of oil foam splash in all directions, and once splashed on people's skin, they will bring burning pain and indelible damage. So Shi Hang was very careful, and he hadn't eaten a full meal for several days, so he was out of breath.

Fortunately, he exhaled softly and looked at the cauldron not far away, as well as the yellow turban soldier next to the pot with a towel covering his mouth, Shi Hang's face showed a look of joy. In that pot, it was not oil that was burning, but dung water.

Put a lot of dung water in a pot, boil it until it is hot, and then pour it down from the city. It's just ordinary water, boiling it, spilling it, pouring it over its head, just afraid that no one will survive. Even if it is a little tainted, it can bring harm to people that is worse than death.

What's more, this manure water? It's similar to hot oil, if not more vicious. Because after the hot oil is heated, it is not much different from boiling water, at most it is the burning it brings, which is more terrifying than boiling water. And fecal water, as long as it is burned, then even if it does not die on the battlefield and is rescued, I am afraid that the wound will be infected long ago, and there is no way to survive!

For many of the Yellow Turban archers on the head of the city were soaked in dung water on the tips of their feathered arrows. It is because of this that the arrows shot by these archers, even if they fail to shoot the Han soldiers, as long as the bodies of the Chinese Han soldiers appear, they will be wounded and contaminated with feces. In this day and age, it is almost impossible to survive such a severe infection of the wound.

This dung water also has a lofty name, called the golden juice. It's just that Shi Hang's frowning brows haven't let go for a long time, whether it's gold juice or silver juice, it's the kind of thing that no one can bear. Especially after heating, the smell emitted is even more disgusting, as if a mouthful of heat is thrown from a distance and blocked in your mouth and nose.

There is an old saying that you don't know its smell if you smell it for a long time, but Shi Hang understands that the so-called ignorance is because it doesn't smell enough! Don't you see that there aren't many Yellow Turban soldiers standing next to those pots of boiling gold juice? Even if there is, it is a bitter face, and life is worse than death.

Taking this opportunity, Shi Hang secretly observed the rear, but the results he got made his heart sink gradually.

No chance, still no chance! At the back of the city, on the side of the staircase near both sides of the aisle, there were rows of knife and axe hands, staring ahead. It is not difficult to imagine that when some Yellow Turban soldiers tried to retreat and withdraw from the city wall, they would be mercilessly killed.

These axemen are not for the real Yellow Turban soldiers, but for the players who have been coerced here, the aborigines!

Holding back the impatience in his heart, Shi Hang knew that he had no chance, no matter whether the Han army attacked the city or not, he didn't have much chance to escape from here. It's just that he still hasn't given up and continues to wait for the opportunity.

Who wants to die? Even the player doesn't want to die in the game, because the pain of death, even if it's only 50%, can't be endured. But exactly, the minimum pain level is set at 50%.

Sighing, Shi Hang was a little envious of those players in the Han army, he knew that there must be players in the Han army. But unlike himself, they have a choice, and he has no choice.

"Bang bang bang." At the south gate of Guangzong City, there were constant sounds.

More than a dozen players were sweating, and the weapons in their hands kept falling on the city gate, slashing, and knocking on it. But apart from the white marks and the shallow marks of swords, axes, and chisels, the entire gate hardly changed, just as it had been when they first came.

"Ahhh Eat me and split Huashan! A big man took a few steps back, jumped forward violently, and his axe fell.

"Bang."

His axe was embedded in the city gate, and before the joy on his face had dissipated, the great man discovered a fact. His big axe, he can't pull it out?!

“-10！” The durability of the gate dropped by ten points under this blow, but it was only a small damage to the desperate durability.

"Holy, my axe!" After several attempts to pull the axe away from the city gate, but ultimately failed, the big man cried and was very frustrated.

His strength split Huashan, and this big axe actually brought the durability of the city gate reduced by ten points. Doesn't that mean that in order to break this city gate, he still needs tens of thousands of axes and all his strength again and again?

Really, let the squirt despair.

Other players have the same desperation, and of course, there are also players who don't give up, holding a cone that doesn't appear somehow, knocking on the gate, trying to find a way to dismantle the gate. It's just that compared to the electrical appliances he dismantled in reality, this city gate is very simple, without any technological content, and therefore, there is no place for him to change the cone.

"Shall we dig from underneath?" A player pointed to the apprentice at his feet.

Of course, he didn't want to give up, if he took down the South City Gate, the huge contribution, plus the reward, even if it was equally divided among the more than ten players present, it would be an incomparably enviable wealth. Otherwise, how could they have their eyes on this gate? Braving arrows, running to this city gate, and when the siege is hot outside, use the sword in your hand to launch an extremely ridiculous attack on the city gate again and again in the eyes of others?

"It should ...... Okay, right? One player's eyes flickered, and the tentative gaze turned to the others.

The player with the taper stood up and shouted, "No, it can't be done." ”

"If you want to dig in, let's not say it's too late. And the city may not be bare ground, at least in the city gate corridor, there should also be this floor! ”

An illusion that was ruthlessly shattered. The players looked at each other, and with the strength of their players, it seemed impossible to break the city gate. At least, they don't have the siege equipment of the Han army, and with such equipment, whether they can get close to the city wall is another question.

Many of them saw with their own eyes that the Han soldiers who were rushing and carrying hammers were hit by falling rocks and logs thrown from the city, and turned into piles of scattered parts. The more than a dozen players were able to run in front of this, and it was because they were not noticeable, and which Yellow Turban soldiers would care about them?

Because the power of people is so insignificant compared to the power of tools.

"Huh? Is that? Some players let out an exclamation, looking behind them with a gaze full of incredulity.

In the distance of his vision, there was a Han soldier in black armor, with steady steps, carrying a huge ramming hammer, and quickly approaching the city gate.

(End of chapter)