At this time, although Huang Zhong and his son had shot more than 200 Yellow Turban wrestlers, they still inevitably rushed to the camp.

As soon as these ninth-level soldiers rushed up, they immediately waved the broadsword in their hands frantically, causing huge casualties to the defenders, but they were already holding their breath, as ninth-level soldiers, they were actually used as cannon fodder, taking the lead in rushing into battle, and they also paid huge casualties to reach the enemy, which they never expected. It's all these hateful people in front of them, if it weren't for their intrigues and tricks, and they used all kinds of subordinate means, how could they and others have fallen to this point? Thinking like this, the attacks of these Yellow Turban wrestlers became even more fierce.

And Huang Zhong and Huang Xu have no choice, after all, there are only two of them, and it is impossible to completely resist the attack of a thousand people, so they can only try to find those enemies who are more brave in battle, or who are relatively strong.

Xu Shu saw that three or five people had no effect on these Yellow Turban Lux and changed the formation again, and all the people near the Yellow Turban Lux formed a mandarin duck formation, with knives, guns, halberds and other weapons cooperating with each other to attack the enemy in all directions. In this way, those Yellow Turban wrestlers could not withstand so many all-round attacks at the same time, and they were in a hurry for a while, and gradually casualties began to appear.

Huang Zhong and Huang Xu's father and son took all the ranged troops to guard the arrow tower, ignoring the enemies who had already killed in front of them, and just continued to attack their targets according to the previous orders. Especially the soldiers who control the catapults and ballistas, the enemy's butcher's knives are about to fall on them, and they continue to shoot their last arrow or throw the last stone as if they don't see it!

Look at the white-knuckle battle in the camp: a Yellow Turban wrestler wields a long knife in his hand and slashes at an infantryman, who is actually just a militiaman, who had been a miner until two days ago, and was only called up to participate in the defense of the city last night, when the new deputy village chief Hu just told them that the village was under attack and needed their support, and then gave each of them a weapon and brought them to the front. He didn't know why these enemies had come to attack his village, he only knew that since he joined this village, he had been living well, he could eat enough every day, he could live in a spacious and beautiful house, and he was not tired from work, and he felt that his life was simply heaven compared to when he was an exile before.

But now there are people who are disturbing their lives and destroying their heavens! He won't allow it, he won't allow those people to do it! So he has been very brave in the defense for almost a day, and he has quickly transformed from a militia to a qualified soldier! And there are still many people like him in the territory, and now there are no non-combatants in the entire territory, except for those masters who are constantly making siege equipment.

Those architects had been repairing the camp and the arrow tower against enemy attacks since the beginning of yesterday's battle, and it is said that they had lost at least half of their lives by now!

And the doctors in the territory have already come out of the infirmary, and on this battlefield of swords and swords, they treated the wounded soldiers on the spot, stopped their bleeding, bandaged their wounds, and saved many people's lives. But many of them themselves have fallen forever on this blood-stained battlefield!

What moved those soldiers was that there were many doctors who insisted on treating more soldiers even though they were injured, but in order to save drugs to stop bleeding, they didn't care about their own injuries and insisted on treating more soldiers. In order to maintain more combat strength for the village, and strive for a little more hope of victory! And many of them shed blood and died in this way, and many more were disabled for life because they did not receive timely medical treatment!

This ordinary militiaman looked at the long knife wielded by the Yellow Turban Warrior, and time seemed to stand still, and then he thought of those heroic architects, of those selfless doctors, and of those militiamen who had died like himself, they were all not soldiers like himself, but they all gave their precious lives for the village! He thought again of the warrior who had died to save himself.

Just when the long knife was about to slash at himself, he ignored the reminders of his comrades, roared, and raised the weapon in his hand to block it. It's a pity that the difference in their strength is too big, just as soon as they touch, he felt a violent shock in his arm, and the weapon flew out of his hand, but he was not afraid, and yelled: "Kill-" and then rushed forward, holding the long knife that was chopping. The long knife slashed into his shoulder, almost unloading his entire arm, but as if he didn't feel any pain at all, he continued to hold the long knife that had been slashed into his body, squeezing it into his body, and kept screaming: "Kill! - Kill! ——”

The comrades-in-arms next to him were also very shocked when they saw this scene, and then they felt heartfelt grief and indignation, and roared and threw themselves at the yellow turban wrestler!

That Yellow Turban Lux was already a little stunned, he couldn't imagine that this person in front of him, who was only level 6 strength at most, would be so strong, he actually hugged his long knife with his flesh and blood, and in order to prevent himself from breaking free, he even continued to brutally squeeze the blade into his body! Is this still human? This is what this yellow turban wrestler wants to ask the most at this time.

But when he saw the defenders around him pounce on him with grief and indignation, and felt that something was wrong, it was too late, his own weapon long knife had been embedded in the flesh and blood of the militiaman, not moving at all, he was powerless in the face of the weapons cut by other defenders, he could only watch these weapons fall on him, the last scene he saw in this life was that the militia held the long knife, looking at himself who had fallen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth full of blood......

When the other soldiers finally killed the Yellow Turban Warrior and came to the militiaman's side, they saw that his body was against the long knife, and he had lost his breath, but he still had a smile of relief on his face......

They could only carefully put his body away with grief and indignation, and then roared in unison and continued to kill the other enemies!

(PS: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all the martyrs who died bravely in the fight against foreign enemies!) Although I won't talk about the current ZF, ahem, but for those martyrs, I have always admired, respected, and respected. When I wrote this chapter, I myself was moved, hehe, I feel very satisfied! Also, please don't tell me if that militia comrade thought too much before the long knife slashed over? Although I also think that a person's mind cannot reach that fast, but this is art, haha, isn't it all played out on TV? Also, I want to build a hero's shrine and monument, please help me think about the attributes? ）

(Thank you Yunmeng Afterimage, originally I thought I would leave this chapter until tomorrow to send it, but now you immediately gave me a big surprise, I have never received so many rewards at one time in my life, and I will give you three chapters decisively!) The other brothers have to give it too! ）

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