Hu Biao remembers that he once saw such a data on the Internet.

It is said that according to expert statistics, in the feudal period, the army suffered more than 10% casualties in a battle, and it collapsed because of a serious decline in morale.

More than 30% of casualties without collapsing, it is definitely an elite unit.

The situation is slightly better in the modern army because they are all professional soldiers.

As a rookie on the battlefield, Hu Biao doesn't know if the above statement is true; But he can be sure of one thing:

Such a situation is definitely not applicable to the battlefield of Qiuzi City......

Under the setting sun, Hu Biao seemed to have no bones in his body, leaning on a wall buttress with his back, and sat there with a weak face, not even wanting to move a finger.

Thanks to this piece of Guo Xin, a person from the Tang Dynasty, who was born in the Tang Dynasty, he has the qualifications and capital.

There are also Datang's skilled craftsmen, who carefully build the good protection ability of Mingguang armor.

Up to now, after almost a whole day's battle, after repelling an unknown number of opponents' attacks, Hu Biao has been shot no matter how many arrows and slashes he has been hit.

Except for the dull pain in the place where the knife was stabbed, I don't know if there are any accidents such as bone cracking, and there are no other serious injuries.

But now, the physical exertion still makes him feel too tired.

Since he was a child, he has never been so tired.

Even Hu Biao himself was surprised that where did he get his physical strength, and he could survive until now while wearing such heavy armor.

Fortunately, it was finally possible to breathe a sigh of relief now, after about five minutes ago, another attack composed of Tuyuhun and Turkic people was defeated.

After taking a look at the situation on the battlefield, Hu Biao, a rookie, felt that in the future, they would have at least an hour of rest.

Unfortunately, this is not good news.

Why? Although they repelled several battles against their opponents, the number of opponents was too large to be able to use the method of wheel warfare.

So, after a fierce battle was fought down for a day.

The moat under the city walls has long been filled in, not to mention, the corpses of the Tuyuhun, Sogdians, and Turks have even been piled up one or two meters high.

During the last siege, those men even stepped on the corpse and jumped to grasp the battlements of the wall with both hands.

And after a day of attrition, the defenders' own physical strength, arrows, sasswood, rolling stones, and even gold juice are almost exhausted.

Most of the people who were able to support the city wall have now come up.

Originally, Hu Biao was still thinking that if the city wall fell, everyone could still use the terrain in the city to have a more tragic street battle.

Before they died in battle, they inflicted more casualties on these Tibetans and their lackeys.

Now he knew that it was impossible, the people who could fight were almost all on the city walls, and where was there still the people and strength to fight any street fighting.

It can be said that these cannon fodder have used their lives to consume the defense capability of Qiuzi City to a very serious point.

Next, the Tubo people who have always been recuperating, they only need to attack.

It should be possible to break the city relatively easily with one blow.

In fact, as long as you stand at the head of the city, you can see that there is already a large amount of cooking smoke rising from the Tubo camp five or six miles away.

At a glance, people can know that this is the rhythm of burying the pot and cooking, and launching an attack after eating.

What's even worse is that not too far outside the city, some Tibetan cavalrymen appeared with spears in their hands and some animal tails raised high.

Seeing this, the increasingly terrifying Scarface team was opening the iron pillar, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

He scolded hatefully: "Wait for the next fight, those Tubo people are afraid that they will go crazy." ”

"Zhangtou, why?" Greasy man Xu Feng for a sentence.

The one-eyed dragon answered the question: "Those Tibetans have their spears poking the fox's tail, and if there are clansmen who are afraid of fighting in battle, they will hang their tails on their hats and make fun of them as cowardly foxes."

The Tubo people are stunned, and no one would rather die than accept this humiliation, so no matter how many people die in the next fight, they will not retreat~"

Hearing this, Xu Feng opened his mouth widely.

After a long time, he couldn't say anything else.

This is also the biggest reason why Hu Biao and other netizens have never imagined that they can last until that time, even though there are only 4 hours and 39 minutes before the end of the mission.

You can't hold it with your life.

Because in the case where both sides have amazing willpower, this is simply a war of strength on both sides, not at one level.

"It wasn't possible to make it to 11 p.m., so I was killed." Hu Biao, who was sore and weak all over his body, told himself so silently.

It's just that in the current short gap, when he thinks of his family who he will never see again, Hu Biao feels very uncomfortable in his heart.

In addition to Hu Biao, the remaining 12 netizens also thought so.

Yes! At such a time when the fight has arrived, even if they have received some care, some of them are even a little bit fishy in the battle.

But until now, not counting Gangzi who was shot by military law, 7 netizens have died in battle.

Some were killed by a single arrow from a bow and arrow, some were cut off by a knife, and some were grabbed by the collar and thrown off the wall; Anyway, every single one of them died miserably.

It's just that in comparison, the surviving people today are not much better, they just live a little longer......

*******

"Doll, my Lao Zhang misunderstood you, although you are as weak as a chick in the war, but you dare to fight so much can be regarded as a man with a handle.

Come, hurry up and eat a few bites of bread, this thing is not as delicious as the food you cooked, but after eating enough, you die, and you are not a starving ghost. ”

In Hu Biao's very lonely heart, when he was silently thinking about his family, he heard this sentence in his ears.

Turning his head to look, he found that Zhang Tiezhu, an old man whose neck was wrapped in linen, took out a bloody Hu cake after a painstaking groping in his arms.

After dividing the cake in two, he handed the slightly cleaner one to Hu Biao.

In Hu Biao's surprised eyes, he explained lightly:

"There's nothing strange about it, we old-fashioned people are used to carrying some dry food with us, maybe when we have more of this mouthful, we will survive."

After saying that, he stuffed the cake with the blood stains of himself or others without knowing whether it was himself or others, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

"Thank you." Hu Biao shouted in his mouth.

I don't know if it's to thank the other party for the compliment, or to thank this half of the precious cake.

But this is not important, the important thing is that in the current environment, Hu Biao does not want to eat at all, and he can't eat anything.

Think about it, under the exposure of more than 40 degrees of sun, those dead corpses are almost oiled.

Under the strong smell of corpses, there is also a strong smell of blood, the unique taste of gold juice, and the big-headed flies flying in the sky.

In such an environment, only Zhang Tiezhu and Liang Daya, veterans who have looked down on life and death, can eat now.

For this reason, Hu Biao handed the cake to Ruifeng, who was sitting paralyzed on one side.

This bow enthusiast, who claims to be 50 pounds, that is, three bucket bows, and has a performance of 41 times at a time, can be regarded as a relatively good person among the netizens.

It is still a severe strain in the arm muscles, and it is laborious to connect the cake.

It's just that after taking the cake, Rui Feng opened his mouth for a moment, and then handed it to the warehouse manager on the side in a dejected manner.

In short, such a half cake walked around in the hands of many netizens, and after falling into Lao Yang's hands, the weight was not less at all.

Compared with the appearance of other Tang Army veterans, eating cakes, this result seems to be some cowards and sissies.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Lao Yang stuffed half of the cake into his arms.

In Mandarin, he proposed to a group of netizens around him:

"As the old saying goes, people have left a voice, geese have left a name, and I don't know if this world is the original Tang Dynasty of our world more than a thousand years ago.

But I wondered, what if it really is?

Can we leave something behind? For example, if you bury something, if later generations happen to dig it up, you can also know the traces of our people's existence.

You can even write a letter to your family in this way, and you can leave a few words for your family? ”

As soon as they thought of this, Hu Biao and the others immediately came to their senses.

Even though they knew that the above statement was very unlikely, and even a little naïve and ridiculous, they still acted immediately.

As for whether this will make history unrecognizable, and the system allows it not to do so, they didn't think much about it, and they didn't care much.

It's all come to such a point, and where are you in the mood to care about other things.

With such an idea, everyone took action.

Don't have pen, ink and paper? It's okay, it's easy to solve, for example, after Hu Biao pulled hard, he pulled out some yellowed and blackened white T-shirts under the armor, which can be used as paper.

There was a dead Sogdian sitting under his buttocks, and the blood from the chest that had been stabbed had not yet dried completely, and he could write a bloody book with a little dip in his finger.

The key is that the pen, ink and paper are easy to solve, what to write?

Just wrote the words 'Mom and Dad' on the cloth, and he couldn't write anymore because of his sadness, and even his eyes were red, and he felt a little like crying.

Other netizens are basically in this situation.

After encountering a dangerous situation with a civil aircraft, everyone was given a pen and paper to write a suicide note, which is called a general one; After all, everyone is also an ordinary person, and they are reluctant to worry about it.

Such a scene soon attracted the attention of the surrounding veterans.

Although they didn't understand much about the content of Hu Biao and others who communicated in Mandarin before.

But after seeing the posture of Hu Biao and others, he immediately seemed to think of something, and Liang Daya, a hob-like old man, actually showed an extremely solemn look on his face.

To be more precise, his whole body trembled slightly......