Dark clouds rolled overhead, covering the sky and the sun, and the pouring rain was pouring down, enveloping the entire battlefield below, and this great battle that could determine the fate of the South Land had completely entered the white heat at this moment.

After seeing their comrades being shot down by the enemy above the city wall, the other patriotic soldiers around them did not think about stopping to help them, but directly stepped on their corpses and continued to move forward, as if these were not the comrades who had sweated together and trained hard in the past, cheered each other on to overcome fear, and occasionally gags and teased, but just an unknown corpse.

In fact, these people have actually temporarily lost the ability to think, and the bloody battlefield is such an atmosphere, and once they fall into this terrible atmosphere, they will no longer think about what they have and what they don't.

Either you die, or I live, in this extremely tragic battle, only the final winner has the right to think about other things, and they are just moving forward automatically, and their comrades are falling, and they don't need to look back, let alone stop.

Because they themselves are only one of them, they will fall, and the people behind will also step on their corpses without squinting, as they are now, and continue to move forward, all the way forward, breaking through many difficulties.

So they don't need to think about anything else at all, what they have to do is to go as far as they can, to walk a little more for the comrades behind them, and it is better to go all the way to the front and find that there is no enemy left, and then they can look back.

The arrows in front of them rained down like rain, the branches were deadly, the roars of the companions around them, the screams after being shot down, the cries for help that covered the wounds and stretched out their hands to the people around them, the passionate and generous drums in the rear, and the melodious and fluttering horns, all gathered together, but they had lost the ability to hear at the moment, and their ears were buzzing, as if they were covered with a membrane, and what they listened to and watched were no longer real.

Rushing left, rushing right, turning back and forth, changing lanes, burying his head lower, shrinking his body smaller, hiding behind the shield that supported his life, running forward with his eyes blankly according to the pace of previous training, but there will still be unlucky times, when he was shot in the knee by an arrow or a vital point, or stepped on the thistle, the whole person fell to the ground at once, and before they could react for help, the feet of the people behind had already stepped up.

The world in front of him suddenly had a sense of reality for a moment, and the voice in his ears suddenly began to become recognizable, he opened his mouth, wanted to scream, and even struggled to stand up again, but the next moment, the person behind him trampled him to the ground.

His head buzzed again, everything in front of him became muddy again, swaying, he couldn't see anything clearly, his body chose to no longer struggle for his life, but his own senses seemed to be suddenly sharper, and the rain hit his body, and there was a trace of coldness.

He fell, his body covering a piece of the ground, suppressing some vicious thistles, relying on his body, to fight a path for his companions, or rather, he was now the path itself, and there were many, many more people like him.

Yes, in fact, whether it is these seemingly useful wooden rakes, or the sandbags used to fill the trenches later, it is just to give these poor people a peace of mind, or a hope, if you really want to fill a trench and pave a smooth road for the large army behind, there is nothing that will be better than human corpses.

Xie Houyin stood on the high platform behind him with his sword, looking back and forth, watching his soldiers rush towards the enemy one after another because of one of his orders, and then being harvested like wheat harvesting life, but his face was still indifferent, just silently calculating the gains and losses in his heart, for the time being, everything was actually in his expectation.

Regarding the matter of marching and fighting, he has always had a criterion, that is, when he is inferior, he must fight, he must believe in himself, and he must create an impossible turnaround, and when he has an advantage, he must be stable, and he must believe that the enemy must have a backup move, so although he has taken advantage of the strength of the army this time, he has not underestimated these Liangguo people from beginning to end.

Because of this, even if the other party in the middle used that new type of catapult and ballista to deal a big blow to his side, he didn't have much shock, after all, to put it bluntly, just relying on such a small and insignificant sacrifice, just

Being able to force out new methods that the other party has never shown before in advance is really a very good deal, even if it takes a fresh life.

Compassion is not in charge of soldiers, and righteousness is not in charge of wealth, this is the truth.

On the battlefield in front of them, the first level composed of countless thistles has been completely swept away by them at this moment, and these patriotic soldiers are also in good spirits when they see this, and immediately howl and rush to the second level.

The second level is actually nothing, but it is to sharpen the head with a giant tree, staggered and tied together, and propped on the ground, this is the simplest horse rejection pile, although after the first battle in Yanzhou, there are not many cavalry left on the side of the country, and the cavalry is very useful in the siege war, but things such as cloud towers and ladders need to cross these annoying obstacles to be able to play a role in a place closer to the city wall, so it has to be swept away by the patriotic soldiers in front.

Needless to say, this is yet another obstacle that must be removed with a living life.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, I saw a patriotic soldier who was more than a circle larger than the others in terms of size and rushed out of the crowd, and what hung on him was much better than the "armor" made of flexible rattan on the others, which was filled with some cotton, at least a set of iron plates made of very strong hemp rope that had been soaked in oil for a long time.

Rao is like this, because those iron plates actually only protect the vital points, so like the exposed arms and other places, they have been pierced like hedgehogs along the way.

I saw that this man threw off the shield that was in the way, and then crossed his hands with several arrows stuck in it to block the front, protected his face, and rushed forward with a low body, and in a few strokes he had already run in front of the horse rejection post.

He shouted angrily, suddenly put down his hands, grabbed the horse rejection stake in front of him, lifted it up, and then threw it directly to the other side, taking advantage of the short time that the enemies on the city wall had not reacted to and deliberately targeted, he tried his best to shoot his bow left and right regardless of his life, and soon opened a passage for his comrades in the rear to continue forward.

This guy completely relied on this set of armor with rough workmanship but excellent defensive ability, plus it itself has rough skin and thick flesh, is very durable, and has great strength, so he forcibly opened a way, but just as he was about to continue to charge forward, he suddenly heard a terrible sound explode overhead.

In fact, he had heard this kind of noise several times before, so he naturally knew what it was, and as soon as his face changed, he wanted to quickly jump to the side to dodge.

"Flash!"

The comrades-in-arms behind him naturally saw this scene, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

However, not to mention that he has just lifted these horse-resisting piles weighing hundreds of pounds, and now he is very weak, and his reaction ability is not as good as before, even if his brain reacts, his body cannot be as flexible as before.

Moreover, the two sides were so close now, with the speed of these crossbow arrows propelled by the mechanism, it was almost instantaneous, and he had been rushing with his head shutting down, and he had no time to look closely, so he saw that his feet had just left the ground, and he was about to roll to the side, but he heard a strong wind howling, and the next moment, a crossbow arrow as thick as a spear had arrived, entered through the stomach in front of him, passed through his body at once, and then flew out with a pile of internal organs and minced meat.

"Roar!"

The stomach suddenly broke a back and forth permeable, and you can even see the big hole of the person behind him, this kind of severe pain is unbearable, but he is strong in the end, and he is not dead at the first time, but he also knows that even if the gods go down to earth, they will definitely not be able to save him, he staggered and wailed a few times, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, and his breath slowly weakened.

Such a tragedy did not happen to him alone, in fact, every ballista above, every round of shooting, at least a dozen people had to be killed before they stopped, not to mention that thousands of people had died under this special ballista.

This small section of the battlefield is only more than ten meters, and even if the barrier of the horse stake is barely passed now, these patriotic soldiers behind them, regardless of those companions who were pierced into sugar gourd strings by crossbow arrows, moved forward again.

They're just poor people pushed forward by the big hand of fate

Afraid that they know that there is a dead end ahead, and they can't stop, in this helpless and extremely sad situation, they can only choose one way to go to the dark.

Moving forward again, I saw more than a dozen people holding shields, rushing up against the rain of arrows above their heads, and suddenly stepped on the air under their feet, mud splashed everywhere, and they were caught off guard and fell into the trap that Liangguo had dug for them a long time ago.

The top of the trap was deliberately covered with a very fragile linen cloth, and a layer of sand was carefully sprinkled on it, but now because of the rain, it has become a pulp, and the inside of the trap is full of sharpened wooden thorns, and these soldiers fell down from a height of more than a zhang, because people are in the air, and their feet cannot borrow strength, so they can only cry in horror, while watching themselves fall on those sharp wooden thorns, and the screams are suddenly endless, but at this moment, more than ten people died.

On the battlefield, human life is like a mustard.

A huge pit suddenly appeared in front of him, and the person fell down and let out a terrible howl, and the people behind saw this, did not dare to move forward, and quickly stopped, but he couldn't help but rush behind someone in a hurry, and he was knocked down a few coldly, and this time, all of them died at the bottom of the pit, and none of them were spared.

At this moment, a dilemma was placed in front of them, it was impossible to stop, first of all, this place was actually not far from the city wall in front, the other party was condescending, and it was a shot at them at such a close distance.

But if you go further, the first jump must not be able to jump, not to mention that this trench is dug wide, not to mention that even if it is the same distance, the feeling of jumping on flat ground and jumping here is different, the former fails and has a chance to come again, and as long as it is a mistake here, it is a dead word, and the death is extremely miserable, looking at the comrades below are all pierced into meat skewers by wooden thorns, not to mention how shocking it is, who dares to choose to jump over at this time?

"Quick, quick! bag!"

Fortunately, they still had some preparations, and the people behind hurriedly dragged the sacks filled with sand and ran over, just because the sand was wet by the rain, and it was extremely heavy, and the bags that could be dragged by one person actually needed two people to drag at this time.

"Down! Aim! Kill!"

On the castle tower, there were still very obvious voices commanding fiercely, and the falling arrows began to focus on these enemies who had rushed closer to the place.

On this side of the trench, even if the soldiers of the country had begun to form a formation and defend with the shields in their hands, there were still people falling, and everyone who fell was directly pushed into the trench by the people next to them, without mercy.

After a while, the trench was gradually filled, and the most chilling thing was that most of the things that filled the trench were actually human corpses, and the sand and soil only accounted for a small part, just such a ten-meter defense line, and this alone had already filled in hundreds of people, and the most terrifying thing was that the number of dead was still increasing.

Gradually, Xie Houyin, who was calmly commanding in the rear, also frowned deeply, because casualties like this were really a little too much, not to mention how many traps the other party dug in the back, maybe he couldn't risk the lives of the soldiers like this, and the most important thing was that people couldn't waste it in this kind of place, so he waved his hand, and the flag soldiers around him got the order, and hurriedly waved the order flag in his hand.

The next moment, a very obvious voice sounded in the rear, which was the signal for Ming Jin to withdraw his troops.

I saw that in the back, someone was holding a bronze vessel similar to a bell, called "cymbal", and when it was struck lightly, there was a very crisp sound, and the soldiers in front knew that it was time to retreat when they heard the sound of command.

Not to mention that not to retreat is originally an act of disobedience to military orders, the offensive of the Liangguo people is unexpectedly fierce, in fact, the commanders of the hundred households and thousands of households who are on the front line have already had the intention of retreating, but the general does not give the order, and they dare not stop, so they can only continue to urge the soldiers under their command to move forward to die, although the battlefield is not allowed to be merciful, but it is still a little uncomfortable, at this time I finally heard the sound of retreating, which only felt more pleasant than the sound, and naturally immediately commanded the people in front to run back.

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My neck hurts too much, and I didn't plan to change it for the next few days, but because I promised the number of words, I was afraid that I wouldn't finish it, so I got up and wrote a chapter.

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