We lost.

Shi Cheng looked at his remaining subordinates, and felt bitterness welling up in his throat again. Thousands of men fell in the day's fighting, and few survivors escaped with him, nearly annihilated.

Fleeing is undoubtedly a very shameful word for a samurai, but Shi Cheng is not an ordinary samurai.

Shi Cheng was never afraid of death, he was afraid of his own glorious death. In his opinion, a true warrior should fall at the last moment before victory, become a legend to be remembered and worshipped by his own people, and not be a plaything for the enemy to desecrate after death. Skulls made into vessels, human skins made into tents, corpses stuck in stakes to make road signs? Bah! Don't even think about it! Shi Cheng will never allow himself to fall into the hands of a woman, whether it is life or death.

Moreover, there are dozens of brothers here, pinning their hopes on him to return home.

The sound of a human body falling to the ground was heard in the distance, causing bursts of exclamations.

"Commander, someone fainted again!"

"We don't have stretchers, Captain."

"Commander, the brothers really can't walk, let's rest first."

"Yes, Commander, let everyone rest before leaving, please."

The warriors were gossiping, looking at their pitiful begging, Shi Cheng really wanted to reward each of them with a big-eared scraper and kick it again.

However, he failed to do it after all.

When the battle line was about to collapse, Shi Cheng witnessed their performance. Faced with the flood of women, they fought back to back. When the weapon is broken, stones are used, and when the stones are thrown out, fists are used, and some people are stabbed in the abdomen with stone knives, and before they die, they reach out to choke their opponents' necks, trying to die together. What they did fully deserved the word heroic.

But now, defeat is like a whip, mercilessly tearing their backbones.

"Okay. The order goes down, and everyone rests in place and pays attention to vigilance. ”

Shi Chengchong nodded at the adjutant and signaled that he was in charge of related matters. The latter took the order and made a promise, and turned around and arranged. Shi Cheng chose a flat place to sit down and massaged his calf with his left hand. The rest of the people spread out in a circle around the perimeter with their regimental commander as the center.

The attendant held the water bladder in both hands, Shi Cheng took it but didn't drink it, and handed it to the samurai who was caring for the wounded. Healing and caring were the work of the priests, but none of them were able to escape the pursuit of the women.

How did things come to this?

A day earlier, they had happily marched to the battlefield. Everyone's face was filled with pride. Their eyes were empty, their heads held high, their weapons in their hands, and they sang war songs, vowing to crush all their enemies under their feet. And what about Shi Cheng? He sat on a chariot made of wood and human bones, carried by eight slave girls, and was more energetic than anyone else.

Because this is his first battle after being appointed as the head of the regiment, there is a stage ahead of him that he is about to show his talents.

And then? What happened again?

It was customary for the two armies to engage in a communal prayer under the auspices of their respective priests, and then to taunt and curse each other, humiliating the prisoners they had captured earlier in front of each other. Seeing that morale had reached its peak, the boss gave the order to attack.

The first wave of ranged assault units, all of which were single-rank samurai, formed loose lines of battle, slowly advanced to effective range to the beat of war drums, and wounded the enemy with slings and bows. Immediately after the charge was cannon fodder led by a small number of second-order samurai, whose mission was to consume the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers as much as possible and clear the way for the duel between the elites.

After several rounds of attacks, a horn sounded, and the main force entered.

Shi Cheng felt a dull pain in the position of his right wrist where it should have been a hand, if only the priest was still there.

"Commander, which of these stars do you think will be our commander?"

"Huh?" Shi Cheng, who was wandering outside the world, was stunned when he heard this. "What did you say?"

"Before I was summoned by the Lord God, the people of my hometown said that after death, the soul ascends to heaven and turns into stars in the sky." The attendant seemed to be explaining, as if he were talking to himself. Three months ago, all the memories of his past life were restored, and after that, "How was my hometown before I was summoned by the Lord God" became his mantra.

"In my hometown, people say the opposite." Shi Cheng said, "Whenever someone is born, there will be a star in the sky to open his eyes. When people are healthy, the stars will be bright and bright, and when people are sick, the stars will be very dark and dark. If a person dies, do you know what happens to the stars? ”

"What will happen?"

"The stars will shine in the sky and then fall to the ground and disappear. People in my hometown call this a star, which is what we often call a meteor. ”

"Huh?" The squire scratched his hair, "So, who's right?" ”

Shi Cheng smiled and did not answer. His mind drifted back to the battlefield.

Not long after the main force entered, the battle situation evolved into a stalemate. Shi Cheng and their group opened the gap several times, but they were quickly filled by women. After half a day of fierce fighting, the man never went any further. The casualties were increasing, and the commander was becoming more and more anxious, so when the Chinese army on the opposite side showed signs of instability, the commander did not hesitate to order two horns, personally led the last reserve, and launched an attack in a desperate manner.

"The fighter plane has appeared, and the slightest moment is lost, and the victory or defeat is in one fell swoop! Athletes, follow the lonely battle to kill the thief! Come on! ”

However, it was not a fighter, it was a trap.

'Someone's coming! The outlying sentry suddenly telepathically warned. 'Not much, but there are awakened ones, everyone be careful! ’

The crowd quickly grabbed their weapons and hid on the spot, nervousness spreading through the camp.

After a few breaths, a shout rang out: "Who is coming?" Hold it! ”

A brief silence followed.

"My own people! Wind! ”

"Drizzle!" The person on Shi Cheng's side replied: "Which part?"

"Commander of the Guards! What about you? ”

"The fifth regiment, safe! Come here. ”

The samurai all breathed a sigh of relief. Many people were already tired, and now they suffered a false alarm, and they were so nervous that they couldn't stand up for a moment, so they simply sat on the ground. In the blink of an eye, several emaciated figures emerged from the darkness, one of them seemed to be carrying something.

Shi Cheng patted the dust on his body and stepped forward, and the adjutant led several cronies to guard on the side. When the men of the Guards Regiment approached, they threw what they were carrying to the ground. With a sigh, Shi Cheng was surprised to find that it was actually a woman with a lot of flowers.

"The scout I just bumped into was caught." The man who spoke was the leader of their team, and he saluted Shi Cheng, "Under Wang Li, the captain of the fourth team of the Guards Regiment, a second-order samurai." ”

Shi Cheng hugged his fists, and his action was very awkward. "Shi Cheng, the head of the Fifth Regiment, a second-order samurai. You're all on teams four? ”

Wang Li shook his head, his expression was slightly sad, "No, we all collided on the way to escape." I'm afraid I'm the only one left in the entire fourth team now. ”

When he said that he didn't care about the word escape, he didn't feel ashamed at all, and he didn't seem to be an ordinary samurai, Shi Cheng thought to himself.

"Captain Shi, what's wrong with your right hand?"

"Lost during the day. There was a crazy woman who was very powerful, and she did it with a black dagger. ”

"What about your priests? Why not pick up one again? ”

"Now you're on point, Captain Wang." Shi Cheng smiled bitterly: "All the people in our five regiments are here. There are samurai with all kinds of abilities, but there are no priests. ”

Wang Li was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Shi Cheng was puzzled, but he didn't ask why, he instinctively felt that Wang Li would say it himself.

"Captain Shi, Captain Shi, you're really lucky to meet us." After laughing, Wang Li waved at one of his team members and motioned for him to come over.

"Tell me about it. Momo, this is Captain Shi. Captain Shi, this is Momo, the head of the 10th Guards Regiment, the most powerful priest I have ever met. ”