In the white mist, people were clustered. Thousands of troops and horses emerged from the mist, and the heads were densely packed and could not be counted. With a loud command, the first infantry formation began to advance. Thousands of legging-wrapped feet lifted up and landed at the same time, their steps in unison, the distance they crossed as neatly as measured by a ruler, "Knock, knock, knock!" With the rhythmic sound of neat footsteps, even the fortified walls of Tran trembled. The demon soldiers raised their weapons as they marched and shouted, "Wagra!" Swords are like mountains, guns are like forests, the sea of steel is dazzling, and the oppressive force gathered by tens of millions of people is coming.

On the flanks of the infantry phalanx, the cavalry advanced in a skirmish, and the cavalry group quickly crossed the infantry phalanx, cháo flooded over the approach distance of five hundred meters from the head of the city, but the head of the city was silent and unresponsive. Compared to the fanfare over there, there was a deathly silence here. The unfathomable and mysterious feeling was stressful and even more frightening, and the cavalry rushing in front involuntarily stopped and watched. The commander shouted, "Whoever retreats, go!" Just then, he heard a strange "buzzing" sound.

"Kill!"

The sky suddenly darkened, and one hundred and thirty-five repeating crossbow machines and more than two thousand five hundred and fifty-three archers fired at the same time, and a large number of flying arrows blocked the sunlight like clouds, and the dark clouds instantly turned into raindrops, and metal waterfalls fell from the sky! The arrows of the crossbow machine were so powerful that the demon commander who rushed to the front seemed to have been punched head-on by an invisible giant, and the whole person suddenly flew backwards backwards, and his body twisted into an unnatural posture in mid-air, flipping and being shè into a hedgehog. Those heavy crossbow machines relied on powerful reeds to launch them, and they were so strong that they could pierce their shields within fifty meters, and they fired seven consecutive rows of arrows in an instant.

For a time, the entire eastern city wall was like a volcano that suddenly erupted, and countless arrows covered the sky. In this terrible metal storm, the flesh and blood without armor and shield protection were as fragile as paper, and the cavalry in the front row didn't even have time to shout "help", and even the men and horses were instantly twisted to pieces. It was definitely the worst nightmare. Screams, groans, blood, death, panicked men and horses trampling each other, hooves and screams, a rain of arrows flying like locusts, and the shrill sound of arrows piercing the air filled the space, driving the bravest warriors mad. Arrows everywhere! arrows!

Between the lightning and flint, as if suddenly struck by violent lightning, the cavalrymen in the front line turned on their backs, and there were constantly demon soldiers spraying blood flowers in the air, screaming and throwing dust from their horses. The body was pierced in an instant, and the arrows flew the second person with blood flowers, and some people were even nailed to the ground, and the blood flowers bloomed in the air. The soldiers screamed and cried, you hit me and pushed me to the ground and squeezed into a ball, trampling on each other, and some people lay down to dodge, but the panicked horses trampled on the back of the head, and their brains splashed. The cavalry continued to fall, and the short, high-pitched terrible screams of the near-death wounded, the horses of the wounded by arrows rolling on the ground, and the long neighing were terrible.

Seeing this, the rear cavalry immediately became frightened, and some tried to turn the horse's head, but they were immediately killed by the law enforcement team. Military orders are frequently transmitted, cold and ruthless: Rush, rush! Even if you are the last one left, you will rush me!

The cavalry began to charge, and the soldiers shouted in unison: "Wagra!" Although people were hit by arrows and fell from their horses at every moment, the huge array advanced violently, and the sound of hooves roared, like a mountain flood and tsunami. In an instant, a scream of grabbing the ground sounded from the front, and the wounded and fallen cavalry trampled the hooves of their own horses. To vent their powerless anger, the cavalrymen tore open the collars of their uniforms in a rage and howled bare-chested.

Seeing the sharp bow and arrows at the head of the city, the Duke of Ross hurriedly waved his banner, and the five thousand infantry of the second phalanx blocked the shield in front of him, shouting loudly and charging. Listening to the sound of the officer's order, the shield bearers stood one after another, lined up in rows, rows and columns, and raised their shields above their heads, and in the blink of an eye, a huge steel phalanx appeared. The shield that spreads all over the mountains and fields is like a large ribbon of snowy light. Fifty thousand infantrymen shouted and charged, and they stooped under the steel canopy and hurried closer.

Zi Chuanxiu ordered: "All catapults listen, the distance from the proofreading is two hundred steps, the direction is just ahead, give me - release!"

The sound of the "crackling and crackling" machine spring was continuous, like a flock of birds suddenly flying through the sky, and countless boulders fell from the sky with a terrible wind sound, and fell into the middle of the dense shield phalanx like thunder. The demons didn't even have time to dodge, and they didn't have any shields to resist this terrifying weapon, and the crowds were smashed into pulp, and their brains splattered. Compared with the actual killing effect, the shock effect is dozens of times greater. Many demon soldiers have seen the powerful defensive weapons of humans for the first time. Seeing that their companions had died so miserably, the horror of the demon infantry took control of their hearts, and they screamed hysterically, dropped their shields and scattered their heads, and the neatly arranged shields were torn apart under the dense blows of the stones, and the defeated soldiers were scattered all over the plain like sheep in the wild.

Ross immediately ordered: Shoot the demons who fled back!

In an instant, facing their own soldiers who ran back, the law enforcement team fired thousands of arrows. The demon soldiers poured a large piece of shè, and those soldiers who fell to the ground screaming and arrows widened their eyes, and they still couldn't believe this fact until they died: they died at the hands of their own family! The front-line officers were even more ferocious, they slashed with knives, stabbed with spears, whipped with whips, and killed scattered soldiers as if they were animals, and they did not treat their own compatriots at all.

To go back is to die, and to move forward is to die. The huge fortress of Tran stood majestically, and it was hard to imagine that any creature could survive such a blow, and the corpses were piled up into knolls, and the blood gushed into small rivers, and the entire moat was dyed red, and the wounded soldiers were crushed in the pile of corpses screaming for help, and no one had time to pay attention. The desperate demon soldiers let out a terrifying cry, and the god jīng collapsed. They laughed like madmen, banged their heads against the wall in despair, their brains bursting, and someone lay down pretending to be wounded, but the new troops roared up and trampled him to pulp.

50,000 people shouted in unison, soldiers and horses rolled forward, the heavens and the earth were filled with terrible shocking sounds, and the dense boulders and arrows as dense as raindrops violently bombarded the sea of people, splashing terrifying bright red waves, waves of flesh and blood, and screams. With this kind of decisive attack, not caring about casualties and fearless sacrifices, the demon army advanced step by step, until it was pressed under the moat.

The deep moat under the city stopped the demon army, and Rose ordered the engineers to quickly fill it up. But because they were blocked by the blow from the city, the demon folk with sandbags on their backs couldn't approach at all. The forward infantry waited restlessly, and I don't know who was the first to take the lead, and the soldiers threw the bodies of their comrades into the moat, and even threw the wounded soldiers who were not killed into it. The moat grew shallower, and the water turned scarlet. Stepping on this flesh and blood foreshadowing, the demon soldiers raised their weapons high above their heads and marched forward in the water. For a while, the black pressure on the river surface was all the heads that were exposed to the water, and the people and horses were dense, which simply formed a new bridge, and people could walk across the opposite bank without wetting their feet!

Countless people fell with arrows in the scarlet water, and they became new foreshadowings. The cavalrymen who rushed to the city angrily struck the walls with their sabers, and rode around the walls, but to no avail. Immediately afterwards, a large group of infantry also approached the wall. Under the cover of the archers, in the shè dead corner under the city wall, the infantry set up a ladder, tied their knives behind their backs, and climbed up the cracks in the city wall, and the black pressure on the city wall was like a black ant crawling all over a sugar cube.

Seeing that the troops were pressing close to the city, the entire demon army burst into enthusiastic cheers: "Wagra!" The fourth phalanx roared out. Twenty thousand archers charged forward, covering their infantry with a dense firefight, and tens of thousands of arrows flew in the air, a truly thrilling spectacle: a shining waterfall of metal flowed backwards from below, and the fortified walls could not withstand the blow. Brick debris flew everywhere on the city wall, and cracks were everywhere. From the gaps in the railings, from the shè holes in the battlements, from every window, from every ventilation hole, from every crack in the stone, arrows erupted, and the whole city groaned.

From time to time, people fell to the ground with arrows, and the defenders lay in ambush and bleed, and the railings were covered with bloody handprints. Arrows flew in the air. The heralds ran around the city, shouting one after another, and the sound of catapults and strong bows was continuous, which shook people's eardrums with a faint pain. All the reserves were put into the fight, and even the inhabitants of the city joined in the fight. Although they couldn't pull their bows and arrows by themselves, they formed various squads, transported arrows and stones for the warriors, lit cauldrons, carried buckets of hot oil to the city, and poured them head-on according to the demon soldiers.

But the defense of such a long position, the troops are really insufficient. In the area where the defenders could not take care of it, the demon soldiers sneaked up the city wall, and the patrol immediately pounced on it to intercept it. The pressure on the defense line is getting heavier and heavier every moment, and the demons are getting closer and closer each time, and the number of people is increasing. The two sides gritted their teeth, blood flew sideways, swords and swords everywhere, and screams continued one after another. There were more and more enemies in Shangcheng, and at 10:10 a.m., the east gate was in an emergency, and then the bell bell rang at the south and north gates, and the sound of rapid running continued one after another, and the mobile troops rushed everywhere to reinforce the weak defensive lines. With a thin force to bear heavy pressure, the defense line is in danger.

"The Battle of Benjitlan of the King of Light": "In the middle of June of the year 782, the righteous master swept through the Far East, and the demons jumped off the beam. Demon Chief Lu Di feared the king's prestige and surrendered by himself. The king led the iron cavalry to attack Tran, and captured five thousand under the demon chief Ludi. The king is generous and does not kill.

With rì, the demon chief Ross Xing's division of 200,000 came to attack, and the demon pawns were like locusts. The rebels were all terrified, and the king said, "Annihilation!" The demon army attacked the crowd, and the flying arrows covered the rì, and the offensive was like cháo. The rebels held on to it. From morning to noon, the two armies fought fiercely, unable to hold each other, corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood flowed in the ocean. ”

On the morning of June 26, 782, 170,000 demon troops from the Demon Ghana Province stormed the outer walls of the fortress of Tran. The soldiers of the Tartar and Yesse tribes were defeated several times by arrows and falling rocks, and repeatedly charged, stepping on the corpses of their comrades to climb the steep, moss-covered outer walls, and were wiped out in large numbers, and the ground from 500 meters outside the city to the ground below the walls was covered with corpses, especially under the walls, which presented a tragic scene: mutilated corpses were stacked on top of each other, and blood soaked the moat.

Seeing that the troops had suffered such heavy losses, and that the soldiers he had brought out had been wiped out in large numbers, the Tatar forward general Aujin sat on the ground and cried: "Ross, you bastard, you can't die well! You are committing suicide in the army! You are sending our young men to die, it is impossible to capture!"

The front-line commanders ran to the Chinese military camp one after another to persuade: "My lord, let's withdraw the troops for the time being!"

"When we have built siege equipment, we can attack again!"

Elder Feiga, who was the commander of a large team, wept silently: "Sir, leave some seeds for the Tartars!"

But the commander-in-chief of the demon side, Duke Rose, was as stubborn as if he had been bewitched by a ghost, and ignored all the advice, and ordered with a blushing face: "Rush, rush me! Whoever dares to retreat, kill me! Brothers, hold on for one more hour, and the victory will be ours!" Three factors forced him not to give up:

One: I have already made a military order in front of the God Emperor, and time is pressing;

Two: In order to cover General Garang, who had infiltrated the fortress of Tran, he had to attract the attention of the defenders with a powerful offensive and attract all their forces to the outer line, so that Garang could seize the fortress from the empty interior;

Three: The defenders will not be much better than themselves. War is a contest of strength and will, and Ross firmly believes that whoever can hold out for the last five minutes will win in the end.

Rose guessed correctly, the demon army was strewn with corpses, and the coalition army also suffered heavy casualties. With no reserves to replace, the defenders were exhausted. The 1st Brigade of the Xiuzi Battalion, stationed on the southern city wall, was almost dead, and the position was silent, and the corpses of the soldiers lay on the bluestone slabs of the city road, gurgling down the steps and down the street. The living are just more breathless than the dead, and all the wounds on their bodies.

Commander Duke was sweating profusely, and all that was left of his left arm was a layer of skin attached to his body. Looking at his subordinates, he burst into tears and said slowly: "Brothers, we are all family rebels, we have participated in the murder of Lord Ge Yingxing, we have participated in the demon army to help the abuse, slaughtered our compatriots, we have a heavy sin, we deserve to go to hell! Thank you to the King of Light! He gave us the opportunity to fight the demons as human beings, and died a dignified death! His Highness promised us that he would rehabilitate us and let us go home.

Brothers, speak your names!"

The wounded soldiers could hear it, and their eyes flashed with longing. One by one, they replied:

"My name is Suromi, I am a native of dìdū, and I live at No. 531, Northeast Street, Dìdū. If I die, please send the notice to Ms. Sulan at this address, she is my sister. ”

"My name is Mo Fei, I am from the province of Singa, and my address is 11 Rue Longma, in the capital city of Turin. ”

"Lu Xiaojun, from Hetang Village, Baisha Township, Ma County, Locsingwei Province, please send it to my father. ”

"Luo Zhen, I'm from the province of Western Canada, I haven't been home for five years, I don't know if my family is okay. Please send it to Ms. Raysan of Western Canada Province at ...... She's my fiancée, but she's supposed to be married. ”

One by one, the soldiers spoke, and Duke struggled to write on his intact arm, sweat on his forehead. He jotted it down in a notebook and carefully slipped it into his chest pocket.

He looked up, tears flashing in his eyes: "It's in my chest, you can take it out when the time comes." Brothers who survive, you are responsible for bringing your ashes back to your hometown for burial. Sue sù relatives, we have gone astray, but we have awakened and told them that we have died a dignified death, shed all our blood for mankind, and are worthy of heaven and earth!

"I swear if I survive, I will!" replied in unison.

"As for the dead—" Duke roared as he looked around the crowd, "let us be heroic! Long live the King of Light!"

Tears flowed from everyone's eyes, and they shouted in unison like thunder: "Long live the King of Light!"

In the distance, there were rumbling footsteps and the shrill drum noise of the demon soldiers, and I can't count how many times, the demons came up again, the pale faces of the wounded were flushed, their eyes were shining, and their expressions were calm. They silently gathered together and lined up. There was a sound of climbing under the city, and the first green head was exposed on the city wall.

A handsome young man who had been cut off and faded leaned against the battlements and smiled hard, carefree drooping his deep eyes, raising his bloodless face, he looked back and smiled: "I'll go first!" He suddenly stepped forward and pounced, the demon soldiers were shocked, and raised their knives to slash. The young man didn't dodge or dodge, hugged the demon clan, and rolled down the twenty-meter-high city wall, and the long miserable scream echoed in the air.

It was as if it was a signal of the beginning, and suddenly, the cacophony of drums rang out, and countless men and horses crossed the city walls and swooped forward. Hand-to-hand combat began, hand-to-hand combat, pokes with guns, slashes with knives, punches, from afar, near, from above, from below, weapons everywhere, blood everywhere.

Duke stabbed a sword into the chest of a green-skinned demon soldier, and before he could draw his sword, he felt a chill in his lower abdomen: a stabbing spear had been stabbed into the stomach. Seeing the fear in the eyes of the young demon spearman, Duke smiled fiercely and rushed forward, even letting the bayonet stab him through in this way, cutting off his head with a sword, and also cutting off his own sword. He threw the broken sword in his hand, and slowly pulled out the bayonet in his stomach, and his intestines flowed out, but he still kept smiling, holding the bloody bayonet in his right hand to find a target for killing, and his severed left hand hung leisurely in front of him.

The demon soldiers were so frightened that no one dared to fight against him, and wherever this staggering figure went, the demon soldiers were so frightened that they cried and ran away. Not only Duke, but all the people on the battlefield were now covered in blood, and the soldiers, who were described as emaciated, ragged, and exhausted, were almost all wounded, their heads or arms were bandaged with blackened, blood-stained strips of cloth, blood was pouring from the holes in their clothes, and some weapons were only broken spears and old, blunt knives. They are such warriors, they are fighting against the Jīng Rui army of the Demon God Kingdom, and they will not give an inch, and everyone will see death as home. At the last moment when death picked them up, what they missed was their homeland.

Tragic scenes are also being staged in various locations. Since 780, they have been following Zichuan Xiu's second team of Xiuzi Battalion, they are responsible for the main defense of the East City Gate, and they have been besieged continuously by twelve demon teams, and on this day, two-thirds of them were killed. After experiencing eleven attacks by the demons, more than half of the casualties of the Seventh Regiment in the Far East were killed, and the commander asked for help, and the King of Light replied: "There are no reinforcements, let's die in battle!"

The sun was approaching the center, and the demon offensive was like a surging wave crashing on the shore, and Zi Chuanxiu was worried: "If Bai Chuan doesn't come again, it's over!" He was so irritable that he walked back and forth in the castle tower like a tiger with his head trapped in a cage. Now, the only hope is that of Lu Di, who was once a prisoner of his rank, because he has soldiers in his hands: although it is only a few thousand demoralized and disorganized routs, it is a real armed force after all. At this critical time, as long as these thousands of soldiers can be put into battle, the entire battle situation can be changed.

Zichuan Xiu called Lu Di informantly. The distance from the Governor's Palace to the East City Gate was very close, and Lu Di came quickly. Zichuan Xiu asked him about the strength of the demons in the fortress, and Lu Di replied very hesitantly: due to the failure of several battles, the heavy casualties led to a large number of deserters, and the shortage of troops was very strict, and the actual number of soldiers did not even have an accurate number for him.

"It should be between 4,000 and 8,000!"

Zi Chuanxiu stuck out his tongue, and the difference between this "between" was doubled, which shows how the former governor of the Far East "firmly" mastered the troops.

"And how much is reliable?"

Lu Di blinked in confusion: "What is the so-called reliable?"

"I can listen to your command, and they will rush up if you say to cut them - even the kind that dares to confront Wang **!"

Lu Di's face turned white suddenly: "Your Highness wants to use them to fight in the city......?" ...... so," he hesitated, but finally said, "They were originally soldiers of the kingdom, and they have just surrendered...... I'm afraid that's not appropriate, right?"

"Isn't it appropriate?" Zi Chuanxiu sneered as the corners of her mouth twisted, her eyes spurting with anger. He grabbed Lu Di's hair suddenly, twisted his head in the direction of the battlefield, and shouted in a low voice: "Look! My children have already shed a river of blood, and your people can shed a drop of blood? Thousands of Far Eastern soldiers died in battle, and your people are watching the excitement with schadenfreude?"

Look, look!--Isn't it appropriate?Guess what's going to happen to you if Rose's soldiers come in? They'll skin you alive! Don't believe it? I'm going to throw you out of the city right now and talk to Rose? Come on, come on!"

Zi Chuanxiu violently grabbed Lu Di's hair and dragged it in the direction of the city wall, and Lu Di sat on the ground crying and begging: "Your Highness, don't, don't! spare your life, spare your life!" He felt that the hand of the King of Light was like a terrible iron pincer, and he couldn't break free even if he tried his best, and was dragged in the direction of the city head little by little.

Never before had the gentle King of Light been so furious, and the rebel soldiers who were watching were stunned. Several demon guards who came with Lu Di wanted to come up to stop them, but Zi Chuanxiu just raised his head and glanced at them coldly, and the terrifying murderous aura immediately shocked the guards, and they were so frightened that they froze in place, not daring to move.

The two dragged to the edge of the city, and countless arrows swept by, and Emperor Lu was so frightened that he howled: "Your Highness spares your life, I will do it!"

Zi Chuanxiu let go of his hand, and Lu Di ran to safety with a rolling belt, sweating profusely. Zi Chuanxiu looked at him, feeling the coldness of that gaze, and Lu Di trembled. Without waiting for Zi Chuanxiu to speak, he hurriedly said first: "The city defense reserve and the Governor's Mansion guard are all served by the clansmen of my hometown, and they should be able to be trusted-but I am really not sure about the other troops! Your Highness, I really can't help it!"

Looking at Lu Di coldly, Zi Chuan was silent. He knew that Ludi was telling the truth. Reorganizing the demon soldiers who had just laid down their weapons and giving them weapons was a great risk in itself. If there was any other choice, he would never hand over this important matter to this demon general who had just surrendered. But now, I can only trust Lu Di - not in his personality, but in the hope that he will judge the situation: once the city is broken, he himself will not survive.

Zichuan Xiu was about to assign a task to Emperor Lu, when the sound of rapid footsteps came, and a demon soldier ran over: "Lord Governor, it's not good!"

In front of his subordinates, Lu Di's jīng spirit suddenly returned. He reprimanded the demon soldier very majestically: "What are you yelling! What a fuss, don't you see that there is a battle?"

"Your Excellency, no! The Eighty-third Regiment has mutinied! The soldiers have rebelled!"

Suddenly, Lu Di's face was as white as paper. He turned to Zi Chuanxiu with a sad face: "Your Highness, it's not good! The eighty-third regiment mutinied, and the soldiers rebelled......

"What are you yelling about, what a fuss! Didn't you see the battle?" Zi Chuanxiu was so desperate that he wanted to tear his hair, but on the outside, he looked very relaxed: "Then what are you looking for me for?"

"Ah, I have come to ask your Highness for instructions. ”

"Well, kill them. ”

“......”

Lu Di yelled: "Your Highness!"

Zi Chuanxiu waved his hand: "Don't shout - I have no soldiers, and I can't even draw a squadron." ”

Lu Di's face suddenly sank, and his eyes showed despair. He gasped heavily, looked up and said, "Understood, Your Highness!

"It's not a question of whether I'm disappointed. Zichuan Xiu said very easily: "This is your own life-now, go to work!"

In the Battle of Tran Fortress in June 782 of the Imperial Calendar, the Demon Army invested 174,000 troops, and the Far Eastern Army invested 258,000 troops. In the grand battle that decided the fate of the Far East and even the direction of the entire continent, no one expected that the outcome would not be determined by His Royal Highness the King of Light, who was known as "strategizing and wise" in later generations, nor by Ross, the commander of the demon army, but a figure who had long been forgotten by both warring parties: Lu Di, the former governor of the demon race.

In the two infantry brigades stationed in the city, some soldiers rushed out of the barracks despite the ban and engaged in sporadic battles with the troops in charge of the jǐng ring, and some troops were encouraged by the rebels, and the soldiers joined the rebellion in groups or even in whole groups. In some areas, fierce clashes broke out between the rebel army and the civilian population of the city, with the rebel army violently stabbing the doors of houses with bayonets and spears, and massacring civilians supporting the rebels. Street fighting was unfolding everywhere, and barricades were built everywhere with sandbags and door panels, making the movement of the army impossible. The riot is spreading rapidly, and if it is not suppressed as much as possible, this spark will soon infect the entire demon garrison. The shape shì is becoming more and more severe.

The demon officers led by Lu Di were panicked, and they were eager to extinguish the fire that had just emerged, but they felt that the power in their hands was melting like ice, and the various troops were not very determined, and the soldiers showed great disgust for fighting with their own compatriots.

Large and dense armed forces operated in the streets, and no one knew which side of the troops were on. The intermittent galloping of the cavalry, the heavy vibration of the infantry in unison, the sudden loud shouts of orders and shouts of killing echoed over the city, the two sides in the battle burned down the houses that blocked them, the black smoke clouds rose on the roofs, and everywhere there were fires, smoke, and fighting, and the jǐng bells that rang everywhere had become whimpering at this moment.

The area with the strictest form shì is in Dongdajie, and the name "rebels" -- this name is really debatable, the kingdom called the officers and soldiers of the Far Eastern coalition "Far Eastern rebels" and called Lu Di's subordinates "Lu Di rebels", but what should be called the army that originally belonged to Lu Di's subordinates but rebelled against Lu Di? On the one hand, the resistance came from the army that was still loyal to Lu Di, although their fighting spirit was not high, but their numerical and organizational superiority made them still impossible to ignore, and on the other hand, the volunteers organized by the residents of the city, this ubiquitous team dealt a great blow to the rebellious demon army, just dealing with the broken jars and cans that were constantly thrown from the roof and the cold arrows from behind them made the morale of the rioting demons demoralize. Seeing that more and more repressive troops were mobilized, the "rebels" were forced to go on the defensive, hiding behind thick barricade positions and fighting to the death. Immediately, the army loyal to Ludi immediately surrounded this section of the street, and the barricades were besieged, attacked, and climbed several times, but they were never occupied.

"Lord Governor!" Seeing Emperor Lu's arrival, the demon officers who commanded on the scene became excited. To force the soldiers to charge and fight against their compatriots, just suppressing the soldiers' war-weariness made the officers' hearts tremble, and they were very worried, if they were forced to attack again, who could guarantee that those desperate demon soldiers would not turn their guns? Lu Di came at the right time, regardless of his real strength, the position and reputation that this governor once had was able to control the scene.

"How are they?

"It's not clear, but it won't be less than five hundred. There were some of our own soldiers, who mutinied. All four attacks were repulsed!"

"Rice bucket!" Lu Di roared fiercely: "You actually let the troops rebel, how did you lead the troops?"

The officers stood upright, bowed their heads and were reprimanded, not daring to say a word.

"Don't talk nonsense, attack now. The man in black with a copper mask standing beside Lu Di said coldly.

Countless angry eyes were all focused on him: "Who is Your Excellency? Don't you see there?" The direction of their fingers, the brilliant blue sky dotted with sunlight and floating clouds, in front of the tattered door panels and the barricades made of stone and earth, the corpses of the attackers were laid on the ground.

"Don't be rude, this is His Royal Highness the King of Light. Lu Di said solemnly: "From now on, the command will be handed over to His Highness." ”

"No, Your Excellency the Governor, you are in command. Zichuan Xiu said politely. In front of the demon army, he deliberately saved some face for Lu Di. As a veteran general, Lu Di's ability in tactical command is still reassuring. And this is his old department, which is more familiar to him to command.

Knowing that the masked man would be his big boss in the future, the demon officer immediately put away his disdain. Everyone began to discuss urgently, Zichuan Xiu knew the characteristics of the demon army, and the demon soldiers were simple-minded and accustomed to obeying orders. Without the instigation and incitement of outsiders, they would never dare to rebel against their officers.

"Therefore, not only must we defeat this group of rebels, but more importantly, we must get rid of the leaders of the sedition!" Zi Chuanxiu said resolutely: "If you cut the grass, you must eradicate the roots! So, don't let any of them go!"

"Have you heard your Highness's words?" Lu Di roared viciously, "Kill them all if you want to live!"

The offensive began. Unable to deploy troops in the streets, the attacking troops ran in deep columns and charged towards the barricades, beating war drums and bayonet guns to the barricades. Immediately, countless figures poked out from behind the bunker, and the sound of "fluttering, fluttering" continued one after another. However, the attackers learned the lessons of the previous times, and the soldiers at the front stood in a column with their shields in hand, and the dense shields were so dense that although the rain of arrows fell on the shields with a "clanging sound", the troops still ran forward, gradually approaching the barricades.

The attacking troops stacked chéngrén ladders, and then used broken ladders, climbed up the walls, climbed over the barricades, and the men raced over the barricades, and the attack was so fierce that for a moment the whole barricade was covered by the besiegers. The rebels returned fire violently, sticking out a dense baronet from behind the bunker, piercing the climbing soldiers in pairs, screaming and falling to the ground. The attacking soldiers were in a mess, and some people retreated in panic, but Lu Di stood on the front line with a sword in his hand at this time, fiercely cut down the retreating demon soldiers, and shouted loudly: "Go! Go! children, give me the one who wants to live!" His desperate roar made the soldiers on both sides hear it clearly, and there was an angry shout from behind the barricade: "Traitor to the kingdom!

Under the enthusiastic supervision of Lu Di, the assaults continued. Amid the cheers of the attackers, the first attacker climbed over the barricade, and he was cut down by the defenders almost in an instant, but at this time, the second and third men also climbed over, and the attackers climbed over the barricade like ants, and the battle began inside the barricade. Both sides are also warriors of the Demon Kingdom, cāo speak the same language, shout the same battle horn, and even have the same uniforms. The demons from Ghana, Azovda, Suhai, Vikings, and Migulins are slashing and killing the demons from the Divine Citadel, Dushan, Heihe River Valley, and Apennines, and the corpses of both sides are everywhere. Why do races of the same origin kill each other? The two warring sides have no time to think about this problem, they only know that the only thing that matters now is to live, and the only way to survive is to cut off the person in front of them, or else he will cut it down.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind the barricades. Longing figures appeared on the roofs on both sides, and the cold light of the saber appeared. This is the last reserve of Shikawa Shu: his guards. The human soldiers were nimble, and they climbed the houses into the back of the barricades. It was a clever move, and the rebels panicked when humans suddenly appeared.

"Kill!" the human roared wildly, shocking the demon soldiers in the fight. The Xiuzi battalion is like a tiger descending the mountain, rushing forward, although it is a surprise attack of 100 people, but there is an earth-shattering momentum. Under the bright sunlight, a sword light flickered at the head of the array, and only a series of screams were heard densely, as well as the sound of "crackling", which was the demon clan and its weapons were split in two. The blood of the demon soldiers was splashed, and the heads of the people fell to the ground, so fast that others could not see clearly! Human beings were like lightning, like thunderbolts, wherever they rushed, there were screams and bloody lights, and the sound of the "servants" falling to the ground sounded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of corpses of the rebellious demons were lying on the ground, and the blood flowed profusely.

Seeing that this was an opportunity, Lu Di issued an order to attack, and the army rushed forward with a forest of bayonet spears, unstoppable. The rebels retreated in confusion, the tide was gone, their ranks cut off, their people slaughtered, and even the children could see the victory or defeat clearly. Some die-hard demon soldiers broke into the houses next to the barricades, and resisted stubbornly with the narrow entrance. Some of them had a vague hope of survival, knelt down and raised their weapons above their heads, shouting, "Surrender!"

Gu Lei walked quickly towards Zi Chuanxiu, the uniform on his body was wet, it was sweat and stains of blood. He reported loudly: "Report to Your Highness, the enemy has been destroyed!"

"Did you catch it alive?"

"There was an officer, and we deliberately kept it alive. Guray turned around and shouted, "Bring it up!"

Several officers and soldiers of the Xiuzi battalion pushed the prisoners up, and the prisoners' hands were tied tightly behind their backs, and there were several serious injuries on their arms and legs, but they were not at the critical point. Although he has been reduced to a prisoner, his expression is still very fierce, gritting his teeth, his eyes sunken in deep sockets are full of fierce light, and his mouth is bloodshot.

Lu Di exclaimed, "You are Garang!"

"Do you recognize him?"

"He's a big forward under Ross. I met him when I was fighting in the Far East, and I didn't know when this guy came to Transan?

Zichuan Xiu smiled: "But I know." "Even without interrogating Zichuan Xiu, you can deduce that this is a reconnaissance force that is an outpost for Duke Ross. At the time of Lu Di's disappearance, the people of Tran City were in disarray, and the city's defenses were lax, and the entry of a demon army of hundreds of people would not attract attention. They wanted to take Tran without swordsmanship, but Shikawa Shu came too quickly and disrupted their plans. Because their strength was too weak to resist head-on, they first lurked in the city, and then instigated the demon garrison stationed in the city to join forces when Rus attacked the city.

Lu Di shouted and asked, "Galang, what are you doing in the Far East?"

The demon officer squinted at Emperor Lu, suddenly tilted his head, took a mouthful of phlegm on Emperor Lu's nose, and gritted his teeth and scolded: "Traitor!

Lu Di's swarthy face was expressionless, and he slowly took out a handkerchief to wipe the phlegm off his face, and said shamelessly: "A traitor? ”

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