5 a.m.

In winter, the continent of Estrada is still dark, the sun is still nowhere to be seen, and the sky is only a little dull white.

Fei Luo, who was bandaged on his body, was helped up the city wall, and the injury on his knee was real, it is estimated that Fei Luo, who had passed 8 people in a phantom step and killed 8 people in seconds, no longer existed, but he could still go up to the city wall.

It is also fortunate to say, he burned the devil yesterday and burned his happiness, and the charcoal powder was used a lot, and finally when the charcoal was sprinkled to prepare for the hero, the charcoal powder was not enough, and only burned him black all over his body, and the skin and flesh injury was not a big deal, but his appearance changed from a handsome cheetah to a black panther covered in pitch, and the tuft of Afu hair on his head was gone, and he completely became bald.

But the residual power of the charcoal powder still exists, and the courage of Fei Luo to pull everyone together still exists.

All the people present were paying attention to Fei Luo, especially those hippo scholars. Seeing that the hero was well, many people had tears in their eyes.

At this time, a swarthy seven-foot man suddenly jumped on the city wall, and sang in front of Ronaldo:

Milan，Milan solo con te

Milan, Milan only wants to support you

Milan Milan sempre per te

Milan, Milan will always be for you

Camminiamo noi accanto ai nostri eroi

We walk beside the heroes

sopra un campo verde sotto un cielo blu

On a green field, under a blue sky

conquistate voi una stella in piu

You've earned another star

ha brillato in noi insieme cantiamo

Twinkling between us, we sang in unison

Milan Milansolo con te

Milan, Milan only wants to support you

Milan Milansempre per te

Milan, Milan will always be for you

Con il Milan nel cuorenel profondo dell'anima

Milan in the heart and deep in the soul

un vero amico sei insieme cantiamo

You are our true friend

Milan Milan solo con te

Milan, Milan only wants to support you

Milan Milan sempre per te

Milan, Milan will always be for you

Con il sogno che la violenza no

For the sake of dreams, even if it is violent

non ti sporchi mai insieme cantiamo

May you stay away from pollution

Milan Milansolocon te

Milan, Milan only wants to support you

Milan Milansempreper te

Milan, Milan is always for you...

(AC Milan's team anthem, a really heroic song, is also appropriate.) The lyrics have been changed. ）

This is a song that eulogizes heroes, this is a song that defends the homeland, the music is the same, the songs are the same, and the spirit of the heroes who defend the family and the country is also the same. The majestic singing voice is the best infectious agent, and in a short time it has changed from a solo singing of one person to a chorus of the whole audience!

When the singing reached its climax, the fat man who led the singing picked up a machete and roared angrily: "I, O'Neill! For Milan, for Lushun, for the green mud pool, to protect the family and defend the country, and to throw the pen from Rong! The bandits will not be extinguished and will no longer hold the pen!" I saw a flash of blue light, and O'Neill waved his knife and cut off a pen that was not ordinary at first glance.

"I, Barkley! For Milan, for Lushun, for the green mud puddle, to defend the family and the country, and to throw the pen from Rong! The bandits will not be extinguished and will no longer hold the pen!" Another flash of blue light, and the non-ordinary pen of Barkley, who had shouted last night to make the storm more violent, was also cut off.

O'Neill and Barkley were the most popular literati in the entire hippos, and their level of education and the thickness of their fat were a match. Under the exhalation of the two of them, the pen boiled from Rong to the entire Lushun mouth.

"Throw your pen from Rong! Defend your home and defend the country!"

"Throw your pen from Rong! Defend your home and defend the country!"

"Throw your pen from Rong! Defend your home and defend the country!"

...

Who said that heroes only slaughter dogs, and watch Inter Milan! Another Homeric epic!

At this time, the first rays of sunlight appeared in the sky.

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The war drums on the opposite side began again.

All the bandits who lost their armor and lost their armor that were beaten yesterday have been replaced. The newly arrived fresh forces regrouped and began to charge.

Fei Luo, who can break through thousands of troops alone, has lost his combat effectiveness, and the small Tupi Heights at the gate have been lost. Bandits can set up a formation on the small mound and directly attack the walls of Lushun, so the number of people who can be invested at a time is much larger than before.

The so-called city wall of Lushunkou is actually only two or three stories high, and for Beamon, who has developed limbs, it is just such a decoration that is better than nothing. There is no moat to block it, so the so-called siege battle that can be reached with a small ladder has actually turned into hand-to-hand combat early on.

"O'Neill, you stupid man with arms like legs and legs like a waist, you can sing, if you can kill ten people, I'll kiss the donkey's ass!" Barkley scolded O'Neill on the side while dealing with a dozen bandits alone.

O'Neill on the side didn't say anything, roared, threw the knife in his hand, and directly ran sideways into a bandit minion who had just jumped up from below. It's just one by one. One O'Neill actually withstood a string of eight or nine minions directly and hit the edge of the city wall directly. I saw O'Neill's flexible big ass go backwards, and this series of small minions was flipped out of the city wall by a series of tops.

"You monster, hippopotamus or dinosaur?" Barkley rolled his eyes, picked up a hapless bandit next to him and threw it off the wall.

"Hey, donkey ass. Yes, right where I was singing!" O'Neill smirked.

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"Oh oh oh~" The first wave of attack lasted for half an hour before retreating, and there was a shout on the city wall.

"The literati are cheap! The literati are cheap!" But just as the big guy was cheering, the big hero with the crutches Fat Luo trembled angrily, looking at O'Neal, who was about to force Barkley to kiss the donkey's butt in public, and threw the crutches over directly.

O'Neill was on the spot.

Buckley was on the spot.

Everyone present except for the green mud puddle was also on the spot.

"O'Neill, how did you do just now?"

"Report, I threw down nearly 30 bandits, and none of the bandits in the area I defended could stay for more than a minute!" O'Neill looked smug.

"Barkley, how did you do just now?"

"Report, I threw down more than 20 bandits, and in the area I defended, not a single bandit stood here. "Barkley's record is not as good as O'Neal's, but it's quite impressive.

"Hmph, throw it down! Throw it down! Just throw it down! How many people did you kill? In other words, how many people did you kill?" "Such a city wall, Beamon, who has a little strength, will be lame if he falls, and even a swollen bag! You are fighting like this? What about your knife?

O'Neal turned pale with a pale face, Barkley pale with a pale face, and all the hippos in the audience pale pale with a pale face.

"Leopard one to leopard eight, out of the ranks. Fei Luo's face was gloomy, and he looked at the eight generals who walked in front of him, "I wasn't there in the battle last night, and you weren't there either? Being merciful to the enemy is cruel to yourself, did you not see their way of fighting, or did you deliberately not say it?" ”

As soon as the leopard arrived, the leopard eight lowered his head and walked down with a red face.

"In the first wave of the offensive just now, more than 1,300 people were attacked! After 40 minutes of fierce fighting, more than 1,200 people fled back, and more than 100 people were killed and wounded on the entire battlefield. More than 200 bandits were killed or wounded! Only about 100 people were actually killed or wounded by the bandits! Among them, more than 100 of the Lushun aborigines were killed or wounded, and less than 10 bandits were killed or injured by the Lushun aborigines!" Fei Luo stood on the high platform and reported a statistic to the O'Neills, who were even more pale in the audience.

"One O'Neill threw down 30 people, and one Barkley threw down more than 20 people, but it was you bandits who threw down to change places and caused the death of your relatives!" "Fat Luo's spit can be sprayed in Buckley's face, "Donkey ass? You bet on donkey ass on the battlefield! Who are these dead compatriots to reason with?"

"This is not a game! This is not a game! This is a war! This is a war to the death! Let the enemy live, and you will be the executioner of the death of your loved ones!"

"The literati are cheap! There is no wind and snow here, only you live and die here!"

"Milan flowers are good, but this is the mouth of iron-blooded Lushun!"

"If you can't hold it, you have to keep it, we have to hold it for a long time!"

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Half past six in the morning.

The fourth wave of the charge was defeated.

O'Neill didn't have the freedom of the first wave of charge, the blood stains all over his body and the white liquid mixed with it were slowly flowing down the cracks in his body, he touched the white liquid with his hands, and once again lay on the head of the city wall and retched with his eyes closed, he couldn't vomit any food in his stomach, and now he could only retch with sour stomach acid.

War is not a heroic Milan song, he is not moving, not majestic, not heroic, he has only cruelty.

O'Neill, the ancient beast that roared the song of Milan, was gone, and now only O'Neill, with his last breath, was lying on the wall. But at this time, he looked weak and had not eaten for half a day, and he was even more terrible than the majestic O'Neill. Fighting for his family and being able to tear apart the bandits with his bare hands, O'Neill is a nightmare for all bandits.

Barkley, who was teasing and kissing the donkey's buttocks, also collapsed to the ground, and he had the feeling of raising his eyebrows when he was chasing and fighting the tailwind battle last night, so he had the feeling of making the storm more violent, so there was a story of the game with O'Neal. But when the real bloody battle came, he also knew that war was not only about the wind.

The war situation that was originally running away from the wind is gone, and in the last few waves of charges mixed with the mountain eagle pro-army as the overseer, the dogskin plaster bandits who bite people even if they don't die appear, and it is useless to throw them down, and it is useless to be disabled, unless they really lose their combat effectiveness. There is only one way to lose combat effectiveness on the battlefield, and that is death.

He saw that the flexible fat man O'Neal's flexible big ass was gone, and he saw that his charge from left to right was gone, and it had become the most practical and simple chop.

Those who can use a knife will never use their bodies, and those who can be slashed to death will not need to be killed twice.

Finally, he saw a trace of clear liquid on O'Neill's face, mixed with the blood of the enemy and the white liquid, and he himself felt a hint of saltiness at the corner of his mouth.

Yes, he cried.

They cried.

Lying on the ruined walls, they wept in the face of enemies with broken arms and legs or their own people.

Dreams were shattered, and they cried. But it's not weakness.