"No siege today?", a rebel soldier squatted on the dirt floor, without the slightest attention, and the iron armor on his body made three cuts, one on his chest, one on his waist, and one on his shoulder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Every opening was curled up, revealing the leather armor inside, and it was not difficult to guess the critical moment he faced at that time with such horrific damage. If it weren't for the armor on his body, maybe he would have died more than three times.

He had a weed root in his mouth, and the smell of the earth rolled back and forth in his mouth, but there was also a hint of fresh sweetness. He held a small wooden block the size of a palm, knocked on the damaged wound on the armor, and looked up at the squadron leader who had just gone to the Chinese army to discuss the next battle.

The squadron leader's tense face finally showed a smile, his original skin color was barely visible on his dusty cheeks, and he nodded, "There will be no siege today, all the time is left for you to rest." As he walked, he kicked the soldiers sitting on the ground, "I have sharpened my weapons, and my armor has been repaired, so I can eat with my stomach open today, and I will have a meal at night." ”

The soldiers cheered, but the veteran who was the first to ask was not smiling, but worried. The young soldier beside him pounded him with his elbow, "Why are you upset? ”

The materials consumed by tens of thousands of people eating and chewing are definitely not a small amount, and the rebels did not expect this battle to last so long, in their eyes, Mirin City can be captured anytime and anywhere, and the materials prepared are not prepared according to the current situation. If it weren't for the loss of more than 20,000 people, I'm afraid their supplies would be even more scarce at this time. Ordinary grain is easy to manage, and a lot of it is prepared, but livestock is completely insufficient. In order to save meat, there have been four meals without the soldiers seeing the whole piece of meat, at most it is a broth with oil stars.

The veteran sneered solemnly, and pulled the young man next to him to sit beside him, he had been on the battlefield with the young man, and he also retired together, maybe not much communication, but the feelings were definitely closer than relatives. He lowered his voice, "This is definitely not a good thing, something big must happen tomorrow." ”

"What do you say?", the young man has experienced two battles, thinks he is a veteran, and always feels that he will not die in a big disaster, and he will have a blessing in the future, and his temperament is more active.

The veteran sneered: "Letting you eat your stomach is not to make you make dung, but to make you work hard, and lo and see, tomorrow will definitely not be easy." ”

The young man also calmed down, and all of them looked at the squadron leader who was gradually moving away.

At night, the smell of meat wafted throughout the camp, and the absence of a day of battle allowed these exhausted soldiers to get a good rest. They discussed the situation of the war, the methods of killing, and how to avoid being killed. Many veterans who have experienced several wars clearly realize that this meal may be a severed head meal. They silently tore at the pieces of meat with great gulps, and immediately ran back to their tents and lay down when they were full of food and drink. Whether you fall asleep or not, you will force yourself to conserve as much physical and mental strength as possible in preparation for the most likely brutal war tomorrow.

The next morning, the rallying horn sounded, and the night of quiet camp came to life again, and the thick wheat porridge floated with pieces of bean-sized flesh, and the rich aroma of meat made people salivate.

The veteran asked for half a bowl of porridge and sat on the side, taking small sips, and the young soldier sat down beside him again. He glanced at the veteran's rice bowl and asked curiously, "Are you not feeling well? I'm afraid you can't fill your stomach with such a little, right?"

The veteran smiled, "If you don't want to die quickly, it's better to eat less." He took a small sip of the oily skin as he took the bowl, "This is my advice." ”

He didn't make any sense, but he had such an experience, and he thought that he had the strength and confidence to be full, but he knew that after a rapid march, the enemy met, and before he had killed a few robbers, his stomach ached for a while, and then he vomited heavily. If it weren't for the veterans beside him at that time who saved him, he would have died in that battle to suppress the bandits. These bloody lessons are truths that have been tested through blood and life.

The young man drank most of the bowl in disbelief, and poured the rest of the porridge back into the pot.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, the troops began to assemble, and suddenly there was an uproar in the outermost troops, and everyone forgot about it.

In the distance, a group of black-pressed teams appeared in sight. They wore black flags, and their golden wreaths of thorns were particularly dazzling in the reflection of the sun. Everyone's hearts trembled, and they finally knew why they didn't attack the city yesterday, the purpose was to fight more brutally today.

The military judge dragged the decapitator axe and kept shouting at the soldiers to keep in line, not allowing them to look around and talk to each other. Under the cold gaze of the military judge, many soldiers returned to calm, they already knew who the enemy was, and there was nothing to continue to be surprised.

There is no communication between the two sides, and the battle is destined to end only when one side falls, and it is also doomed to the tragedy of this battle. A neat phalanx formed a semicircle like a bowl, and enveloped the team led by Wren. Thirty thousand men and thirty phalanxes overwhelmed Wren's army of only nine phalanxes in terms of momentum. After a day's rest and recuperation, the morale of the rebels exploded again.

They were tired of fighting, and they knew that as long as they won this battle, there would be no more terrible fighting. Milin City, a giant monster that consumes life, will also surrender without a fight. They will enjoy meritorious deeds, enjoy the best of all things, and become heroes in the eyes of the people.

From the very beginning, there was no room for redemption or reservation between the two sides!

When the phalanxes of the two sides collided together, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and all formations were shattered in close engagement. Wren watched the battlefield from afar, at the knight in front of the opposing camp behind the battlefield.

He was dressed in chain mail, with the Labour Union emblem depicted on a banner behind him, and behind him were a neat group of three thousand knights.

His name is Sarcomo, known as a legendary businessman, the president of the Bell Provincial Chamber of Commerce, who has countless channels and funds, and is one of the main culprits of the unrest in the entire Bell Province. If he had not broken the camp of the coalition that Bowen had attacked in Veneer, if he had not supported the nobles to rise out in rebellion, if he had not stirred up the storm just to form the Labour Union, the situation would not have deteriorated to this point.

He is Celeste's grandfather and Wren's trusted partner, but at this moment, the battlefield between the two is like an abyss.

When Wren saw Sarcomo, Sarcomo also saw Wren, and their eyes met in the air, separated moments later. Sarcomo returned his attention to the battlefield, and last night he and other nobles and staff had carefully consulted, and finally he would lead a group of 3,000 knights as a mobile force, ready to deal with possible changes. To this end, he surrendered the command of all his infantry, as well as the command of a thousand cavalry.

He looked at the battlefield like boiling water, and his expression gradually changed to a smile.

After all, it is more than fighting, and even if the Holy Sect Armed has strong personal strength and willpower, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists. One person can fight ten people, but on the battlefield, it does not mean that a hundred such people can fight a thousand enemies. The huge advantage of numbers can make up for the gap in personal strength, and the more people there are, the stronger they become, which is why Wren had to make a detour before colliding with the main rebel force.

If he was facing 50,000 enemy troops at this time, he would definitely turn around and run, and he didn't even need to think about it.

The smell of blood overshadowed the smell of dirt and weeds, and the battle lines of the two sides snapped together. At this time, the competition is courage and cooperation.

The veteran ducked his head to dodge a sword, the blade grazing his helmet, and the force forced him to tilt his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long sword flickering with a cold glow and slashing down from top to bottom, his heart tightened, and his face was bitter, after all, he couldn't escape this catastrophe. He thought that his life was short, but he didn't want the young man around him to save his life, and a sword rung, when a few sparks burst out. The veteran put his helmet back on, smiled at the young man, and then stabbed his sword out.

The two supported each other to fight the enemy at the forefront of the battle, and suddenly the old soldier's arm seemed to be hammered hard, without the slightest pain, but he felt deeply uncomfortable. The speed of the sword slashing is too fast, and the person who is slashed will not feel any pain, and even blood will not come out. He felt like his arm was heavy as lead, and he knew that something was wrong, and the injury must be serious. He immediately chose to retreat, and just as he took two steps back, he was surprised to find that without his cover, the young man had lost his proportion, and when he saw that a sword was about to pierce his chest, the veteran burst out and knocked the young man away.

The long sword thrust into the crack in his chest, the leather armor inside did not do anything in the slightest, and the long sword twisted sideways and pulled out, with blood in it.

He mustered all the strength of his body, turned sharply to cover the young man behind him, and opened his mouth to spurt a mouthful of blood. His face was twisted and his face was hideous, "Ten million...... Don't be nervous and live well...... Go!"

The young man's wrist was pinched by the veteran, but his heart hurt even more at this time!

With tears in his eyes, he wanted to help the veteran, but unfortunately the veteran had lost all his strength and slowly collapsed to the ground. The look in his eyes gradually dimmed, as if he was covered with a layer of gray mist.

The young man roared and cried, turning his grief into strength and attacking again. (To be continued.) )