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The walls of Mirin City were crowded with people, these people did not have sophisticated armor, nor did they have exquisite weapons, and most of them were not even equipped as those of the third-rate armed forces. A plank hung from their chests, tightly tied to their bodies with ropes, and a fork or hoe in their hands was all they had. But from these people, you can feel a kind of indomitable and fighting spirit.

This momentum comes from mourning, from fear.

Fear reaches its limit and becomes the soil that breeds courage, and for human beings, a creature with complex consciousness and intelligence, there is only one thing that fears human beings the most, and that is death.

The various religions that have appeared and disappeared have always used different languages to describe the world after death, and the Cult of the Illuminati believes that if death is for faith, then after death one will ascend to heaven and enjoy boundless happiness. Other religions have similar descriptions, in short, death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life. Religion uses the fear of death to guide the consciousness of believers through the analysis and fantasy of the great terror between life and death.

However, these are of no use to the residents of Millin City, who may not see tomorrow. They are not believers who have this long journey of life and can gradually fill their fears through faith, nor are they believers who have a firm belief that their souls will inevitably be sublimated after death. They are just ordinary people, ordinary people who can be seen everywhere, and death only brings them unprecedented fear, not relief and detachment.

So they have to put all their strength, all their anger, into the fight against death.

Courage quietly sprouts and grows in the heart shrouded in fear, and becomes a big tree enough for them to be angry.

The rebels didn't care about the dense crowd of people in Milin City, it was just a group of farmers and civilians, who had not even received the slightest training, and they didn't even know how to face the waves of attacks. In the hearts of the rebels, these people have nothing to fear. Before the morning rallying trumpet sounded, they knew everything that had happened last night and the order to slaughter the city.

The profession of soldier is a very special type of work, which has to undergo arduous training on weekdays, and faces the threat of death in war, and everyone's mentality has become numb and distorted unconsciously. They need to vent, even if they don't know why they want to vent, but the instinct and tendency of healthy growth of organisms make them instinctively have a strong desire to vent.

What kind of venting can satisfy the demands of these soldiers, whose job is to kill?

It is nothing more than wanton plunder, killing, and adultery, as long as it is not allowed by morality, it is the best way for them to vent. This kind of behavior that breaks taboos and moral norms can fully satisfy the cruelty and bloodlust in the bones of human beings, obtain unspeakable pleasure, and relieve the pressure and fear accumulated in their hearts.

When it was known that the city could be slaughtered, the morale of these soldiers reached its peak in an instant. They couldn't wait to fill their bellies and take up arms, as eager to chase victory as the peasants on the city walls.

One side is for survival, and the other side is for killing. The purpose is completely different, but it blooms with the same name "fighting spirit". The complexity of human nature is so unpredictable in front of people's eyes at this moment.

The huge siege engines began to move slowly, the infantry were ready, holding small round shields and began to advance slowly, and the knights checked their equipment and continued to move forward with the boarding vehicles. The pots of boiling animal fat on the city walls smelled of burnt paste, and the palms of the farmers who were clenching their tools began to sweat.

The moment the first siege vehicle's connector snapped into the battlements of the city walls, the war began!

Horses led the knights along the slope leading straight to the wall, and the soldiers under the wall kept throwing their hooks at the wall, and the rangers standing a little further back also opened their bows and fired. At this moment, the war did not have any soothing prelude and went straight into the most brutal white-hot battles.

The first knight had already rushed to the wall on his horse, and the high-flying horse stretched its four hooves in the air, perhaps it did not know that this was not a practice, nor a game, but a war. The spear erected in an instant pierced the war horse directly, and also pierced the knight on the back of the war horse. But the moment the heavy horses and knights fell heavily, they also crashed through the dense crowd. Compared with the fragile life of humans, the vitality of war horses is obviously more resilient.

The stabbed hedgehog horse was still kicking its four hooves, trying to kick away the crowd around it in horror and trying to stand up. But soon, the crowd that had re-gathered raised their swords, spears, hoes, and forks in their hands, and in a very short time, the war horse was beaten into a huge piece of flesh and blood. Four or five young and strong young men lifted their war horses and threw them off the city wall, and the soldiers who were climbing the city wall below couldn't dodge, and were hit by the war horses weighing hundreds of pounds, and they scraped several people below him together with screams.

With a bang, blood splashed, but the screams were muffled by the earth-shattering shouts of killing, and there was an insignificant splash.

Seeing that the soldiers who had climbed the city wall had climbed to two-thirds of the way, barrels of boiling oil were poured down. The soldiers raised their small round shields to block one or two, but they fell down one by one with a terrible howl. They fell to the ground and writhed their broken bodies, blisters on their faces, arms, and bodies, which were extremely miserable.

When a rebel soldier narrowly escaped two splashes of boiling oil and a falling soldier from above, and grabbed the wall with both hands and went up, the smile and ecstasy on his face had just risen, and a hoe slammed into his head. The not-so-hard helmet was beaten with a shocking sound, and the thirty-year-old farmer still had fear on his face, and the rebel soldier didn't even have time to scream out of his throat, blood flowed out of the helmet along with the brains and skull fragments.

He fell straight off the wall, and by the way, he also took two colleagues behind him, and fell heavily to the ground.

The defender's will is surprisingly strong, and the number of people is too large, completely equal to the number of rebels, not as easy as the previous siege, and they can easily seize a wall. At this moment, every inch of the wall has to pay the price of dozens of deaths, and it is not even possible to grab it.

The knights rushed up one after another, and were left behind, so that the knights who were about to charge behind were deliberately full of footsteps. Two siege engines were diverted for the exclusive use of the soldiers, who carried their heavy tower shields and ran towards the wall, trying to use their sturdy defensive equipment to break through the hole. If it was a regular battle, maybe they could have done that, but it wasn't a regular battle.

They were not faced with light blades, or two-handed swords that were completely strong enough to defend themselves, but farm tools that were difficult to defend against. The tools themselves are designed to save effort and exert maximum power, not to kill people or anything. When the farmer smashed his hoe, which he had been accustomed to a long time ago, at the shield, when the farmer thrust his half-meter-wide fork into the calves of the heavily armed soldiers.

These heavy soldiers, who were invincible against the light infantry, found themselves in tragedy, and a huge force continued to pound into his body like a drum, and the sharp spikes could pierce through the not-so-tight gaps between the armor from time to time.

He didn't even have time to swing the flail in his hand when the chains on the flail were struck by the fork, causing him to lose his balance and fall from the tall siege engine.

The heavy equipment became the coffin of the heavily armored soldier, and with a bang, blood flowed down the gaps between the armor, and there was no sign of life.

Arrows stabbed the poorly equipped peasants with a whistle, and one after another the peasants fell off the walls, turning their bodies into boulders of wood and carrying down the soldiers clinging to the walls.

The ballista with its fifth-level magic pedestal finally began to work after slow winding and loading, and steel drills the thickness of an adult's thigh shot towards the walls and walls with a whining wind.

The thick steel drill was getting closer and closer in the farmer's frightened eyes, but there was no room for rotation on the crowded city wall, and his whole person was torn apart the moment he touched the steel drill, and it exploded in four or five splits. Behind him, a blank space more than a meter wide was cleared, and blood and corpses flew all over the sky. But the vacant space was filled in this moment.

The battlefield is a magical place, and once both sides start fighting, they forget the fear of death and their hearts are filled with anger and killing. The brutality in the bones of human beings is vividly manifested at this moment, and even makes them forget everything, and there is only killing, killing, and killing in their eyes.

At this moment, on the battlefield, the cheapest and even cheapest skilled women in those technical service centers are constantly being cleaned up like garbage everywhere. Whether it is dreams, ideals, pursuits, they all become pale and ridiculous here. A sword goes down, a shot comes out, and all expectations become a ridiculous past.

There is no justice, there is no evil, in the end, it is all about selfishness and self-interest, and the impulse brought about by the instinctive desire to survive.

(To be continued.) )