In fact, there is no need for Xie Houyin on the high platform to order the command in the back, because not to mention that the two sides are so far apart, in the large battlefield where the situation will change in an instant, there is no time to wait for the command to be conveyed before acting, and there are hundreds of drills and teachings in the camp before, some things have completely become instinct, and these soldiers will naturally know what kind of method to deal with when facing different situations.

This is also why all training is always the same boring, repeating the same things over and over again, in fact, in order to let the instinct of the body's memory replace the mind's flexible thinking at critical times.

Maybe at that moment, the difference is only that the former is a little faster than the latter, and the time that can't even be measured, but that's the difference between life and death, this is true in the martial arts, and the same is true on the battlefield, and the instinctive reactions generated through continuous training are absolutely extremely effective.

They understood that this round of the enemy's offensive was fierce, and even succeeded in breaking up their front formation for a time, but the more powerful the offensive, the longer the weak period in the middle, as long as they could seize this time difference, they would be able to cross the boundary line between life and death in front!

After discovering that the enemy's terrible "spear" was no longer firing, their spirits were lifted by the fact that it had successfully proved their theory, and coupled with the roar of the hundred elders in the rear, they began to stop paying attention to the aspect of taking care of the formation, but began to run forward with recklessness!

This kind of iron bucket phalanx, which requires everyone in it to try to cooperate and coordinate with each other, suddenly becomes very loose at this moment, because they each run at different speeds.

Instead of looking at their comrades and moving in concert with them, the soldiers lowered their heads and held their shields in both hands to defend themselves, hiding their bodies behind the shields as much as possible, and then rushing forward with their feet.

The defensive performance of these shields is actually far from as outstanding as imagined, and it seems to be pretty good, but in fact, it is only wrapped in a thin layer of iron on the outside, and the inside is made of very flexible rattan wood.

The first reason is that Wei Guo does not have the ability to equip hundreds of thousands of military men with a shield completely made of iron, which is not realistic at all, even if all the iron mines in Wei Guo are hollowed out, it is estimated that there is not so much iron that can be used, not to mention that they do not have so many craftsmen to participate in the construction.

Moreover, if it is a shield made of pure iron, each of them weighs dozens of catties, and it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to even lift it, let alone grab the shield and run forward, so on the whole, this kind of rattan shield that is relatively light and has a certain defensive ability is the best choice.

It's just that the size is limited, and if you cover the top, you can't cover the bottom, so their road ahead will still be very difficult, and the obstacle to the final victory is actually far more than a city wall and these urn cities, "horse faces" and other defensive buildings.

In front of this wall that is more than ten meters high, there are many other obstacles, if you want to get over, you must first walk through a road sprinkled with thistles, which needs to be cleared with a special rake, otherwise once a person steps on it, the absolute foot will be pierced.

Then they had to go through several more trenches dug deeply, which, though not filled with water like ordinary moats, were filled with sharpened sticks and rifles, and in places like these, which had to be filled by human life.

Because when clearing the obstacles in front of them, they can't take care of defense at the same time, not to mention that once they are blocked in one place, it is the best target, especially if they want to transport those siege equipment that are very large in size and weight, it is necessary to fill the trenches.

To fill in those trenches that have been dug very deeply, in fact, the best thing to use is corpses, so the sacrifice is inevitable, from the very beginning, the commanders of both sides actually understand this matter, but those who are in the game and are ruthlessly played by fate do not know it.

The majestic rain slammed mercilessly on the iron-clad shield outside, making a "crackling" sound, and at the same time, it broke into smaller droplets of water and scattered, and in the sky, the rain did not stop, as if God was also crying for the imminent tragic fate of these poor people.

"Whew!"

A crooked arrow, whirling in the rain, cut through the dense curtain of rain, and with a whirlwind, shot in this direction, and happened to land on his right shoulder, which was accidentally exposed.

This soldier, who was completely unlucky, was actually just an ordinary person, and the arrow pierced his clothes and skin at once, twisted and pierced directly into his flesh and bones, and it was painful for a moment.

He couldn't help screaming, his hand subconsciously loosened, the shield slid down, and before he could react to the cold in his heart, he lifted the shield in his hand again, followed by another arrow, which did not give him a chance to repent, and directly inserted it into the center of his neck, and the blood-stained arrow even pierced out from behind at once.

He fell to his knees all at once, slammed his knees to the ground, splashed a cloud of mud, and then directly dropped the life-saving shield in his hand, his eyes widened, and he looked at the black sky above his head with a look of horror, and his ten fingers of his hands were constantly twisting in the air, trying to grab the shaft of the arrow that was still in his neck and pull it out, but he didn't know what to do at all.

He didn't die immediately, but he had lost his basic ability to think, because the extreme fear of death had completely consumed his spirit.

Everyone is afraid of death, of the darkness of nothingness, and that's not wrong, even more

What's more, he is actually just an ordinary man of twenty years old, he still has a good life, he has not seen the mountains and the sea, and it is more normal to be greedy for life.

Before being forcibly conscripted by the imperial court and leaving his hometown, he was just an ordinary farmer before coming to Yanzhou with this large army, inheriting his father's business, relying on a few acres of fertile land, with his back to the sky, and working hard to make a living in the yellow earth.

His eldest child, now just three years old, was a smart baby, and in less than ten months, he would be crying "Daddy" in a milky voice, and the whole family was laughing happily.

He thought that in the future, he would go to the rich family in the town to work part-time jobs and save some money, and then even if he smashed pots and sold iron, he would have to go to private school for him to study, even if he couldn't win the move in the future, even if he was just a bookkeeper for the rest of his life, it would be enough to calculate the interest, at least he no longer needed to live so hard with his father in this life.

For him, going to the battlefield to fight hard is really the first thing he has ever experienced in his life.

It was a very distant thing, and it never even appeared in his occasional fantasy, but fate was sometimes so fond of jokes with people, and he, an honest peasant, was forced to stuff a knife and rushed to become a soldier.

When he was in Yanzhou before, he also hid behind and waved his flag and shouted in several siege battles, not to mention going into battle to kill the enemy, basically before he saw the enemy, the battle was over, so when he was called by name and knew that he was selected as the vanguard, he was so frightened that he peed his pants on the spot.

What made him feel even more desperate was that he didn't even have the courage to change the matter, there was no protest or appeal, because he knew that it was useless at all, and the other party was not deliberately retaliating, in fact, his relationship with the captain was not bad, it was just pure bad luck, because they picked people by lot.

Later, he also learned that not only him, but many people were so frightened that they peed their pants that day, collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up, and finally were dragged back to the tent.

Imagine if you were told that you were going to die in a few days, and you knew that this was a predetermined fate, a fate that you were powerless to change, what would you think?

In short, in the past few days after learning the news, he spent the past few days in extreme fear, and he even felt that he was already a dead man from the time his name was called at the beginning.

And many of the people in the camp, those comrades who used to occasionally gag with him, even looked at him with a dead man's eyes, that kind of pity, that kind of shaking his head and sighing, which made him even more desperate.

He didn't doubt this result, because he knew that as the vanguard of the siege, or the trapped camp or something, he knew exactly what the probability of surviving would be in the future.

As the first batch to go into battle, their main purpose is actually to pave the way for the people behind, to put it bluntly, they are meat shields, they are for the dead ghosts, and even their coach probably didn't expect anything from them.

Of the first 10,000 people to go up, it would be nice if a few of them managed to survive in the end, but could he have such good luck?

He didn't believe it, because if he had been lucky enough, he wouldn't have been chosen by the government to come here from his hometown at that time.

What's more, he also understands that in order to successfully survive in such an environment, not only luck is needed, but also sufficient strength is needed to support it, otherwise no matter how good a person's luck is, it will be difficult to survive to the end in this kind of battlefield where anyone can die.

After thinking about this, he cried.

A big man, on an ordinary night, holding his legs, whimpered softly in the corner of the tent, and he did not even dare to cry out loud, because he did not want to make too much noise to the others, and to be seen by the other people's comrades in this pitiful appearance, which was the last dignity he could grasp.

But the comrades-in-arms in the same camp were still awakened by his suppressed crying at night, or maybe at this time, no one could actually sleep peacefully.

Although being woken up in the middle of the night is enough to make people angry enough to smash the table, looking at the scene in the corner, no one who got up from the bed did not speak, let alone blame the person who woke them up, everyone lowered their heads and thought silently in the dark.

They are sympathetic to each other, in such a great era, the fate of individuals seems so insignificant, especially people like them, like a drop of water in the sea, can only be coerced to go to one place, and have no right to choose their own direction and destiny.

They are not the trendsetters of those times, they are not Duanmu Shuofeng, nor Xie Houyin, let alone Mr. Wu, they are just a group of poor worms who were pushed to the execution ground by the power of fate, they are just a group of ordinary people, but what makes people feel helpless is that they have not done anything wrong at all, but they have to accept this terrible fate for no reason.

Their lives, their everything, have become the cornerstone that those people use to build their dreams, but no one will think of them afterwards, miss them, thank them for their efforts, and give them some compensation for being late.

There is no such thing.

What can it be counted if so many of them die here together under the arrangement of fate today, whether they win in the end or not, they are just a few numbers in the history books of later generations.

What will be written in the history books?

"In the first battle of Liangzhou, how many people were killed in the battle of the Weijin coalition army", that's all, there is not even a very accurate number, it can only be about 100,000 people, about 100,000 people

50,000 people.

But future readers would never have imagined that the young man, who had been struck by an arrow in the shoulder and in the neck, was only one of the insignificant numbers that made up this long string of numbers.

His life, his past, his future, his dreams, his expectations for the future, his bonds with other people, everything he let go, everything he couldn't let go, everything, everything, what constituted him, his whole person, was sacrificed in this way, and became a cold corpse on this battlefield.

But the glory that followed, all the things that were exchanged for his life, did not belong to him, and he did not even deserve a name to be remembered by posterity.

Has anyone ever asked him if he would like it or not?

No.

Because no one cares about his personal wishes, let alone what his life is like, they are content to use his life as a bargaining chip in exchange for something they desire.

After all, it's just the fate of an ordinary soldier, what is he, can he be worthy of those magnificent dreams and heroic battles?

Not comparable.

How could the people of later generations pay attention to him, their hearts have long been filled with the excitement brought about by reading these epics, but they have forgotten that in fact, they are only one of the many beings who have been ruthlessly played by fate.

Yes, apart from the person himself, and all the relatives who care about him, who else cares about his sacrifice at this moment?

At such a time, who would have thought that he, in addition to his status as a patriotic soldier, would be a filial son, a responsible father, and a husband who loved his wife deeply?

He fell to his knees feebly, his hands clutching the shaft of the arrow that had been shot into his neck, his mouth gurgling and bleeding, his mouth open and closed, trying to mumble some very vague syllables.

He really didn't want to die, and he had never felt the passage of life and his nostalgia for it like this.

He was tempted to get back on it.

At this moment, everything he has experienced in his life is flashing back, in the picture, there are the father and mother who have worked hard all his life and can't straighten their waists, there is a virtuous wife who is charming and charming in his eyes, no one can compare, and his two lovely children, he still has so many expectations for them and the best wishes as a father.

He wanted to see them grow up.

He grabbed the shaft of the arrow with trembling hands, wanting to pull it out and let everything go back to the original, the idyllic song at that time, even if life was harder, even if the days were indeed dull, even if there was helplessness and bitterness everywhere, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

After a tiring day, holding his wife and holding his child, the family is lying on the bed, which is enough to be satisfied.

But now, there's nothing.

In fact, he doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand, why should he go to war with the people of Liangguo, is there any hatred between the two sides, or can they get any benefits?

And the soldiers on the city wall who took his life were actually just ordinary people.

Why should they give their lives for the will of those who are on high?

Why?

Gradually, he couldn't even make those murmurs with unknown meanings.

The throat is pierced by an arrow, in fact, it is not a fatal wound in a short time, because the wound is blocked, as long as it is not pulled out at once, the blood will not flow out like being cut to the body by a knife, but the whole process is painful enough, and this process of slowly feeling the passage of life is also torture enough.

He was scared, very scared, he was on his knees, his whole body was shaking, there was nothing in his eyes except for pitch black, he had no idea that his teammates behind him had passed him straight past him, and continued to rush forward.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, another arrow pierced through the gap in the crowd, striking him in the head, and he was carried backwards by the force of the arrow, and the next moment the feet of his comrades stepped directly on him and crossed over.

There is no mercy, and he won't even look at him more, because there are already too many people who have fallen, and all the people who are still alive at this time are only numb in their hearts.

They only know that they must not hesitate at this time, the more they hesitate, the faster they will die, even if they know that the front is actually just a dead-end road, and at the end of the day, they still have to be forced to jump off the cliff and end their lives, but they still have to run faster.

"Bang!"

The trebuchets and ballistae had been reloaded with stones and bolts, and the soldiers on the walls were repeating the process completely mechanically, each doing their best to manipulate all their weapons to kill these strangers, whom they had never met and who did not know each other's identities.

They don't need to think about anything else, they only know that the more the enemy dies, the faster he dies, the less losses they have to wait, in other words, only when the other party dies, can they get a chance to survive.

On the battlefield, there will be no time for people to think, there is nothing sad and sad, this is the struggle between you and me, there is no room for a little hesitation, whoever is soft-hearted is the loser, whoever hesitates, who will die, because the enemy will never be soft-hearted, the enemy will never hesitate.

This is war, and it is merciless and cruel.

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