Fifty-eighth, go to war

On the first day of October, a big man arrived in Tianma City, and Ma Jiuming took the Ma family and the main generals of the Tianma Legion to greet him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This big man looks like he is only about forty, his black hair is tied with a red ribbon, scattered behind his head, his eyebrows are picturesque, his eyes are like stars, his cheeks are red and his teeth are white, his lips are painted with vermilion, he is dressed in a fiery red long skirt all over his body, covered with a scarlet cloak, and holds a magic wand about three feet long in his right hand.

When this beautiful woman saw Ma Jiuming, her eyes shot out tenderness like water. Ma Jiuming avoided her eyes a little, but his eyes were obviously a little moist, and he raised his hand and saluted, "Long time no see, Yan Na." ”

Yanna? One of the Four Law Saints of the Tiger Kingdom, the Fire Law Saint Yanna? Everyone was taken aback by Ma Jiuming's title, and they didn't expect that Ma Jiuming would invite such a strong man to help.

"Long time no see. If it weren't for your token, I thought we'd never see each other. Yan Na's tone was full of surprise, but there was also a kind of resentment. Hearing this tone in Yang Siqi's ears, the first feeling was: "There is adultery." ”

In any case, having such a Dharma Saint to help is better than 100,000 male masters. It is also Ma Jiuming's big face, so he can invite such a helper, and the master of the Fa Sheng is not so easy to invite.

After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, Ma Jiuming introduced Yan Na to the main characters on his side. When Yang Siqi and Ma Mengshi were introduced, Yan Na looked at the two young people carefully, and said with a smile: "Old Ma, your Ma family's luck is really good, these two are the most talented of the young generation I have ever seen. ”

"Hehe, don't praise them, they're still young, they don't boast. Yan Na, I'm afraid I'll have to ask your help this time. ”

"Less nonsense, I've already made my position stand by being able to stand here." It seems that Yan Na and Ma Jiuming are very familiar old friends, and they are not polite at all.

After the reception banquet, when Yang Siqi and Ma Mengshi returned to their rooms to rest, Yang Siqi said: "Shi'er, do you think the expression of the third grandfather is a little strange? ”

Ma Mengshi smiled and said, "What's wrong? What are you suspicious of? ”

"The third ancestor has no wife and no children in his life, with his status as a saint-level powerhouse, how can he be without a wife? Either he doesn't want to marry a wife and have children at all, or he is sorry for a certain woman, so he prefers not to marry for life as a punishment for himself. ”

Ma Mengshi's spirit perked up: "Are you saying that the woman that the third ancestor is sorry for is the Law Saint of Fire?" ”

"It's very likely, but I'm afraid that this matter has been held in the hearts of the third grandfather for many years. If it weren't for his reluctance, I believe he wouldn't have asked the Fire Law Saint to help. If you want his good deeds to be successful, you have to let the third grandfather take the initiative. ”

Ma Mengshile said: "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you." ”

"Shi'er, you think too highly of me, am I the best candidate to be a matchmaker? Let me do it, I'm sure I'll do it, or you can handle it. "Other things are okay, but the matter of protecting the media and pulling fiber is not Yang Siqi's strength.

On the seventh day of October, the group secretly arrived in Tianma City, this time, Ma Jiuming did not lead a large army to greet them, but led Yan Na, Yang Siqi and Ma Mengshi to greet them, and secretly welcomed the group of seven people into Tianma City and placed them in a secret property of the Ma family.

In the property of this Ma family, the leader of the group wiped the big sword in his hand about five feet eight inches long and as thick as an inch, and exclaimed: "It really deserves to be the Holy Light Divine Sword." The Divine Soldier of our Temple of Light. ”

This person is about sixty years old, looks like a tiger's back, is eight feet tall, is unusually thick, has rough eyebrows, and has his own awe-inspiring divine power under the expectation of God. It is the second person in the Temple of Light, the right envoy of light, Guangchaohai, in the human world, under one person, above hundreds of millions of people, and is also one of the two god-level powerhouses of the current human race.

The Ma family used the Holy Light Divine Sword, and Guang Chaohai was naturally moved and led six of his subordinates to Tianma City in person. For him, why not be happy to be able to get a divine sword after a trip, and the Temple of Light to be able to receive an offering of millions of gold coins? As for Yang Siqi's strategic analysis, which was relayed by Pisos, he didn't believe it at all. However, the benefits of being here for a month and making such a big profit are all great things.

"The head of the Ma family is really young and promising, and this uncle of the Ma family is also very good, Jiu Ming, your generation of the Ma family can be said to be a great talent." As a god-level powerhouse, he is still very discerning when he sees people, and he can see at a glance that Ma Mengshi has infinite potential. As for Yang Siqi, he didn't see that Yang Siqi was a life magician, and Ma Jiuming and the others didn't introduce him, after all, Yang Siqi was just a small person.

"The right envoy has a good reputation, they are just young people, and the road ahead is still very long, and I have to ask the right envoy to help me a lot in the future." Ma Jiuming said complimentally.

"Hehe, Jiu Ming, our temple knows your Ma family's loyalty to the great God of Light, otherwise, the temple would not have sent me here. Don't worry, with me in charge, no matter how strong the orcs are, they won't be able to make any demon moths. "In this regard, Guang Chaohai is fully confident, and the deterrent power of a god-level powerhouse is far from being comparable to that of a saint-level.

The army of orcs is really not elite compared to the strict discipline of humans, as far as the military camp is concerned, it is a mess, the various troops are in disarray, there are no certain rules, as for the defense facilities or something, it is basically zero, it can be said to be useless. However, the army of millions and hundreds of miles of camps makes people look cold.

Yang Siqi had not undergone systematic military training, and he also knew the importance of the big camp, but just looking at the orc camp, he couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Shi'er, the orc barracks are such a virtue?" ”

Ma Mengshi smiled bitterly and said: "It's such a virtue." It's just that don't look at them like this, but in fact, no one can sneak up on them from the ground, because the snake people and rat people among them are too alert at night, and they will be alert at the slightest disturbance. ”

It seems that it is the difference of race. Humans sleep well at night, but snake people, a kind of snake head, human body, snake tail human, are nocturnal creatures, and they also like to hide in the dark, so to speak, night is their world. With such a scout class, it's no wonder that the orc camp is so chaotic but not attacked at night.

There are many types of orcs, in addition to snake people, rat people, dog people, leopard people, there are lion people with lion heads, bear people, werewolves, etc., as well as more peculiar centaurs and the like, it can be said that it is a complete collection of alien creatures, so many human-like collections, it is no wonder that the discipline of orcs is extremely poor, after all, there are differences in living habits, and orcs are used to being casual, and it is really a bit difficult for them to make them an elite of organized discipline.

On October 14, the pigmen of the Orc Strikers began their first assault on Pegasus. Seeing the pig man, a creature with a pig's head and a human body, Yang Siqi felt a little like seeing a bunch of second senior brothers. However, these second senior brothers are not as brave as the second senior brothers, and the difference in their discipline and warrior spirit is really not flattering.

With just a slight charge, let the defenders hit with a rain of arrows, and tens of thousands of pig-headed people turned around and rushed back, their speed was several times faster than when they charged forward, and even the arrows couldn't keep up. Seeing this scene, Yang Siqi was dumbfounded.

"Pigmen are the worst kind of people among the orcs, they can eat and live, but their combat effectiveness is the worst, it can be said that the pigmen are the cannon fodder among the orcs cannon fodder." Ma Mengshi explained.

It's just that these pigmen forced the large group of wolf cavalry of the orcs back again, and they had to charge the city wall. Then, after a rain of arrows from the defenders, they ran back, leaving only corpses in one place.

"However, you can't underestimate the pig people, although the pig people are stupid, but they are better than the thick skin and thick meat, and they run very fast, plus their large numbers, when there are city walls, the pig people look very nesty, but if it is a field battle, the charge of the pig people is very terrible."

After listening to Ma Mengshi's explanation, Yang Siqi carefully observed, and sure enough, the skin of the pigmen is indeed extremely thick, although the strength of these pigmen is only the level of first- and second-level warriors, but the arrows shot by ordinary warriors are difficult to shoot the pigmen, and their defense is indeed very strong. In addition, their weight is usually three or four hundred catties, and once they are allowed to charge in groups, it is indeed difficult to deal with.

"There is nothing today, even the orc magicians do not use magic blessings, they are just making a show and consuming our equipment, they let the pigmen come to charge, and their purpose is also to consume the population of the pigmen and reduce the consumption of food." Ma Mengshi said indifferently.

Yang Siqi felt very sad, a race, because of the lack of materials, but to use the method of reducing the elite to live, this is really a race's misfortune, but there is no way to do it. Among the nomadic people in ancient China, whenever there was not enough food in a year of great calamity, they would also abandon or even kill some of the women and children of the old people in their tribe.

In a one-day siege, the pigmen left at least 40,000 corpses behind. However, the defenders' arrows cost as much as millions. If it weren't for Yang Siqi having a lathe to produce arrows, such arrow consumption would make Ma Mengshi's heart ache. After all, too much consumption of arrows will be detrimental to future battles.

There were no casualties in Pegasus City today, except for a few soldiers who accidentally injured themselves. However, everyone knows that this is just a prelude, and such a prelude will last for two or three days, and the orcs will not pity the casualties of the pigmen.

Yang Siqi only felt sad when he saw such a battle. Whether it's humans or orcs, is it worth losing a small life for such a war? He really didn't know.

Growing up in a peaceful era, he never knew what war was, the war in film and television is just a glorified war, and no matter how high-level a director is, he can't show the cruelty of the real war to a tenth of it, so for him, peace is more important than anything else. Those who call for war at every turn, he looks down on them very much. Only those who have experienced war will know the horror of war and will cherish peace even more.

Yang Siqi's grandfather, Yang Zhongyi, experienced the war, which was a self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. He fought on the Laoshan front for several months, knowing the horror of war, and also teaching his children and grandchildren to understand the cruelty of war. Under the teaching of his grandfather, Yang Siqi understood the cruelty of war. But now that he has seen the cruelty of war with his own eyes, he realizes that what his grandfather said back then was only a tenth of the cruelty of war.

A pig-man let the enormity of the divine crossbow pass through his heart and crucify it to the ground. But he was not dead for a while, and the great pain of the crossbow bolt piercing his body made him struggle incessantly, and his limbs twitched incessantly. His facial features were bleeding, and the expressions on his faces were distorted to the point of being terrifying, making people have nightmares when they saw it. But the pigman was not hit by the crossbow arrow, and he did not die for a moment. He was powerless to pull out the huge bolt, so he could only struggle in pain on the ground, watching himself slowly walk into death.

Listening to the squeak of the warriors when they opened their bows, the click of the warriors wringing their crossbows, the swishing sound of arrows breaking through the air, and the sound of arrows shooting into the human body, it was a terrible sound that made people's teeth ache.

Seeing the arrows entering the body, blood flowing from the wounds, the muscles of the wounded's face twisted in pain, and the screams of pain coming out of their mouths. Corpses fell to the ground in all directions. Blood flows on the ground and accumulates, forming small pools of blood. Slowly, the blood accumulates more and more, and it can really be described as a river of blood.