"What the fuck did I do?"

After the attack of Bazhai was launched, Zhou Qingfeng encountered a problem - he was alone, he could only be stationed at one point, but his hands were full of scum with extremely unstable morale. After Jia Gang went to command his army of walking corpses, the entire defense line of the fortress was commanded by Zhou Qingfeng alone.

It's a disaster.

Zhou Qingfeng built his fortress into a triangle to reduce the number of areas under attack. He built arrow towers on all three corners, the front of which was fortified with thick wood, and the side openings were designed to shoot at enemies who tried to climb close to the wooden walls of the fortress. This side-firing fire output can be very effective, especially when enemies are busy climbing over trenches and walls.

When Zhou Qingfeng ordered to throw torches outside the wooden walls of the fortress, he had already climbed the arrow tower in the middle of the fortress. The firelight illuminates the Jianzhou soldiers who are climbing over the wall, and also gives good target indications. He immediately led the archers in the fortress to rain arrows outward, especially his pulley bow, which was fast and heavy, and if it didn't die, it would be seriously injured.

There were eight arrows in a pot, and after Zhou Qingfeng shot a pot, six people fell downstairs. One person was even shot in the head by him, and his head was like a sugar gourd. The dozen or so archers he brought with him also performed well, and the Jianzhou elite soldiers who attacked after two or three rounds of shooting fell to pieces. But this did not stop the enemy from attacking.

"Barbarian, barbarian, I know what a barbarian is now." Zhou Qingfeng shot a pot of arrows empty, so he went to grab another pot. And the Jianzhou shooter outside the arrow tower was not afraid of the tragic shooting and injury, and stood up to block the shooting hole of his arrow tower behind him. After one of the archers beside him gave arrows, the other archers actually cowered and retreated, and those who probed their brains did not dare to come forward.

"Fuck it, what are you afraid of dodging? Form a military formation with me. Zhou Qingfeng scolded himself with the archer. As long as a military formation is formed, courage can provide defense for the military formation.

But these archers didn't have the slightest intention of accepting the military formation link except for looking at Zhou Qingfeng with frightened eyes - Zhou Qingfeng only trained a group of slaves as spearmen, but he couldn't train archers. It takes several years to train archers, and these are all soldiers left by Chu Ying. Chu Ying has enough mental power to forcibly invade other people's heads, but Zhou Qingfeng doesn't have the ability.

"How could I command a bunch of pigs like you?" Zhou Qingfeng scolded angrily.

Worse things happened, several arrows were fired from outside the tower, and these arrows were actually wrapped in dotted cloth. Zhou Qingfeng's fortress was made of wood, and he was most afraid of being burned by fire - he knew this huge shortcoming at the beginning, but there were no other cheap building materials in this deep mountain and old forest except wood.

"Put out the fire." Zhou Qingfeng shouted again. But none of the archers stepped forward, but pushed and pushed and squeezed out of the arrow tower. No one cares about what he said before, "getting promoted and getting rich" now, and saving his life is the most important thing.

"What the fuck did I do? actually brought such a bunch of wreckage. Zhou Qingfeng glanced out from the arrow tower hole, and found that the wooden wall of the fortress that he had built with great difficulty had been broken through, and one by one the enemy's elite soldiers occupied several places behind the wooden wall, driving away their own slaves and soldiers, and were gradually gaining a foothold.

Zhou Qingfeng had to shout at the night, "Jia Gang, where did you die?" What about the army of the walking dead? Lao Tzu can't bear it here, these Jiannu elite soldiers are too difficult to fight. ”

couldn't wait for the walking corpse commanded by Jia Gang, but Zhou Qingfeng waited for another team of Jianzhou soldiers who were advancing quickly with torches at night. This is probably the reinforcement sent by Mang Gurtai when he saw the fire lit by Bazhai and realized that the fortress was about to change hands. Seeing this open flame fighting the enemy that was quickly killed, Zhou Qingfeng's heart jumped at first, and he subconsciously thought of running away.

No...... there are too few torches.

The men of Manggultai were gathered in the woods to the west, but the number of torches lit in front of them was probably only about fifty. How can such a person be called a reinforcement? If he really wanted to take this fortress in one go, he should have killed it himself. This was originally Zhou Qingfeng's intention to use his body as bait - Mang Gurtai appeared and let Chu Ying sneak attack.

It seems that Mang Gurtai was not fooled.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the city of Ehekulun across the river. The thunder on the city's head was more dense and bursting. When the center of the thunder light bombardment shifted a little towards Zhou Qingfeng's fortress - Chu Ying moved, this guy should have taken his subordinates who were strengthened by the blood sacrifice and hid nearby. Maybe it's because of this that Mang Gurtai hesitates, and then worries about being attacked again.

What should I do now?

Zhou Qingfeng's mind was running quickly, and he was stunned to find that he had really become the focus of the battlefield this time - if Mang Gurtai's partial division could occupy his fortress, he would be able to lay a wedge in Ekhkulun, and no matter how bad the fortress was, it would be stronger than the field camp and could be repaired by troops.

And if Zhou Qingfeng fights out Mang Gurtai's partial division, then the Jianzhou Department is afraid that it will be difficult to stop Chu Ying from becoming bigger step by step this time - after all, it is far easier to destroy than to build. As long as Chu Ying completes many blood sacrifices and takes a large number of strengthened generals and soldiers to attack the territory of the Jianzhou Department, Nurhachi will not be able to sleep.

"Now the bigwigs on both sides are facing each other, and Lao Tzu can only defend it now." Zhou Qingfeng sighed for his life, and took out the statue of the Heroic Spirit that he had just fused, and the black warrior who had turned into the statue accepted his order and went to drive away a group of Jianzhou soldiers who had rushed into the fortress. And he himself .......

Zhou Qingfeng also ambushed a slave spear team outside the fortress. This was specially prepared for him to escape for the failure of the plan, and now he can only use it desperately. He threw a flame talisman at the Jianzhou archer who was still shooting arrows outside the arrow tower, and took advantage of the chaos caused by the fire to jump from the arrow tower on a puppet goat.

Before the sheep's hooves landed, a Jianzhou soldier immediately recognized this special guy - before the attack, Mang Gurtai had ordered that a kid running around on a goat on the battlefield was the head of the enemy, and killing him could change a 'future'.

is also a soldier, Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates are all guys who see the wind and steer the rudder, and they run away when they encounter a tough battle. The organization of these soldiers of the Jianzhou Department is obviously more strengthened, and when they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they rushed towards him with a scream, swearing and scolding, and they wanted to cut a good future with a knife.

"Grass, your mother, when Lao Tzu is muddy." Zhou Qingfeng rode a puppet goat and scurried left and right outside the wooden walls of the fortress, moving quickly and strangely. He turned left and right in the direction he was heading, and each turn was accompanied by the waving of the saber in his hand. Clusters of blood burst under the blade, leaving dazzling spots in the eyes of the survivors.

This unintentional move instead attracted more elite soldiers from Jianzhou who wanted to climb over the wall and enter the fortress, they all knew that the head in front of them was worth a 'future', and breaking through that small village was at most half a 'future'. For a while, dozens of people in Ulala turned around and chased after Zhou Qingfeng - everyone felt that this kid must not be able to win and wanted to run.

Compared with Zhou Qingfeng, who was riding a puppet goat, these Jianzhou elite soldiers on foot ran too slowly. They chased twenty or thirty meters and found that they had lost their target in the dark night, and at most they were chasing a few steps in the direction where the sound of sheep's hooves had just disappeared, and they could no longer see anything.

These Jianzhou soldiers did not have the conditions to create conditions, they quickly got torches to illuminate the surrounding environment, and scattered the wide frontal search for the footprints left by Zhou Qingfeng when he escaped. And as they got closer and closer to their target, a group of spearmen appeared in the darkness walking in order.

"It's this kid who rides a goat."

"He doesn't have many people, so let's surround him left and right."

"Shoot arrows, shoot these live targets in ten steps."

The shouts of the Manchus continued to ring around the spear queue, but the slave soldiers who formed the queue were undaunted. The courage they were inspired was condensed into a cyan shield by Zhou Qingfeng, giving them the right to move freely on the battlefield.

"Left team forward, thrust." Zhou Qingfeng came back with thirty slave soldiers. He tried his best to control the ten-man army formation at a time to ensure that his spiritual power would not be quickly exhausted, and the direction that was difficult to scruple was supported by the only ten or so talisman seals left in his hand.

The 'Spear of Courage', which is extremely powerful and extremely expensive, has not appeared, but just the cyan edge of the flat-ended spear connected in a line cannot be easily stopped. On the left side, there were several Jianzhou warriors with strong bows to shoot arrows at the army formation, which was a tactic they had always excelled at, and was specially used to deal with unarmored or even armored infantry in arrays. But this time they encountered a situation that they could not solve.

The whizzing arrows were blocked by the blue light emitted by the military array, but the speed of the military formation's advance suddenly became as fast as galloping horses after the two sides approached, and ten spears rushed up in unison. The Jianzhou soldiers who were far away could still retreat, and those who were close were hit head-on by the spears that suddenly accelerated—and the weak mutilated bodies fell from the spearheads with the sound of blood splatters.

On Zhou Qingfeng's other side, the ten slave soldiers who failed to enter the military formation were much more dangerous. Their momentum could not be connected by Zhou Qingfeng, and they could only use their spears to stab the enemy. The Jianzhou soldier opposite Leng Buding threw a one-handed axe, and one of his slave soldiers was struck in the head, holding a spear and falling on his head.

"Hold on." Zhou Qingfeng could only turn around and connect the slave soldiers on the right into an army formation to maintain the courage and morale in their hearts without dropping, otherwise once the spirit collapsed, the military formation would no longer be able to take shape.

The spearmen who reorganized the array launched another assault, but the talisman seals that kept being thrown out were about to bottom. The arrows in Zhou Qingfeng's quiver were also rapidly depleting, and even his spiritual power was slowly approaching exhaustion.

At this moment, both the offensive and defensive sides are persevering, gritting their teeth and insisting.

Under the left and right, Zhou Qingfeng was sweating through his clothes, his hair was messy, and his face flashed with anger and decisiveness from time to time. The Jianzhou soldiers on the opposite side shouted wildly, like bloodthirsty jackals that could not be surrounded, and from time to time they were about to rush up and bite off a few pieces of flesh and blood, but they did not get a good deal.

Jianzhou soldiers were numerous, trying to surround Zhou Qingfeng. So Zhou Qingfeng used a three-sided array to surround himself in the middle. The enemy has been in battle for a long time, looks down on life and death, and is willing to fight for his life for the sake of his 'future', and has been fighting to the death without retreating. Zhou Qingfeng will also never give up resistance in order to survive, although his slave soldiers are not decreasing, but the corpses of the enemy in front of the spear array are also increasing.

In the end, there were only a dozen slave soldiers left around Zhou Qingfeng who were tired and dying, covered in blood. And his own spiritual power has bottomed out, and his spiritual power has also been exhausted, and the saber of light in his hand has been restored to a magic wand, so he can only grab a fallen spear and lead the team to kill it himself.

And there are more than 20 soldiers in Jianzhou who are besieging it. They also killed red-eyed, even if the knife was broken and the spear was broken, the corpses were still fighting all over the place, and they would not give up if they didn't kill Zhou Qingfeng. Both sides felt that if they worked harder, the outcome of the battle would be decided.

And outside this small battlefield, a series of shuffling footsteps accompanied by an ugly low roar slowly approached.