The immortal bird warriors in the cave did not send several soldiers of the intelligence team out of the cave to explore the way until it was dark the next day, and after making sure that all the Anrong people had withdrawn, the soldiers crawled out of the cave one by one.

The first thing every soldier does when he comes out of the cave is to go to the edge of the cliff and look out. Although it had been a full night since Hu Wei and they jumped into the river, they still hoped to find something.

The view is blurred, and the river looks like it is flowing more rapidly than yesterday.

After stopping for a long time, the faces of the soldiers were full of disappointment, and there was no longer any look. Everyone's eyes are red. They all knew that this life was stolen back from death by Hu Wei who sacrificed himself to help them steal it from death.

Riquelme wiped his eyes, and according to the order given by Hu Wei before, "All the teams will return to the city as a whole." ”

"My lord, I want to put a pillar of incense on Commander Hu Wei. One of the soldiers suddenly cried.

Before the soldier's words fell, another soldier kicked him to the ground and scolded loudly: "Your grandmother's claws, Lord Hu Wei is not dead." ”

The soldier who was kicked down did not resist, because he also hoped that what the soldier said was true. As long as Lord Hu Wei can really not die, even if he kicks a few more times, he will not be angry.

"That's right, Lord Hu Wei is an immortal bird, he won't die. A soldier shouted.

"Birds don't die!" more soldiers responded.

"Long live the immortal birds!"

All the soldiers, are responding.

"Boom!"

Zilawi's face turned grim and he smashed the wine glass to the ground. He was angry because he had more than enough reasons to be angry.

Just now, Qilawi was ready to take over the Immortal Bird Special Combat Team and become the overseer of the new Immortal Bird Division. However, just as Sumatar was about to make a noise in public, the soldiers came to report that the remnants of the Immortal Bird Special Operations Team of more than 500 people had escaped the pursuit of the Anrong people and, under the leadership of Riquelme, appeared a kilometer away from the city of Linggui.

When Zilawi heard the news, the smile on his face immediately froze. He wished that all the hundreds of people were dead, instead of coming back sloppy like a flower child. The dried blood on their bodies, the muddy faces, the unwrapped military uniforms, and the broken knives and bows all affected Qilawi's mood and made him want to vomit when he saw it, and he really wanted to rush up and cut them all.

The development of events was the same as Zilawi's guess, Sumentar did not announce the decision to let Zilawi take over the Immortal Bird Special Forces, even if Hu Wei was not among the hundreds of soldiers.

Even Zilawi knew no matter how stupid he was, if Sumatar announced that he would change the commander of the Immortal Bird Special Operations Team at this time, and there would be no Anrong people to attack, it would be the end of returning to the city. The soldiers who are cold in their hearts, even if they do not mutiny, will no longer defend the city with their lives.

At night, when Zilawi was venting his anger on the woman, he received the news that Hu Wei had returned to the city. That hateful immortal bird really didn't die.

This night made the return to the city thunderous. The prestige of the immortal bird resounded in the sky!

The city of Shan Du, which was guarded by the deputy commander of the Blizzard Legion, had become the territory of the Anrong people at this time. From a distance, the huge forest flag is waving in the wind, telling people about the accident of changing the king's flag at the head of the city. Fortunately, the people in the city have already run out, otherwise I don't know how many tragic things will happen.

Lin Zhengfeng's face at the moment is the same color as Qi Lavi. The news of Hu Wei's return to Linggui City was like a resounding slap in the face of Lin Zhengfeng. transferred more than 20,000 people to deal with less than 2,000 people, and actually let more than 500 people run away, and none of the leaders died, Lin Zhengfeng felt that every look at the whole was full of ridicule.

That worry is so hateful, Lin Zhengfeng swore that he must let him die!

That night, Hu Wei was lying on the bed, but he didn't fall asleep. Today he received some news that was enough for him to think carefully. The soldier he sent back to deliver the letter was seen by a soldier when he returned to Linggui City, and he was not injured. And Sumentar did tell him that the soldier was seriously wounded and died. Before he died, he didn't have time to say anything.

When Hu Wei heard Sumadar say this, the expression on his face was complete belief, but his heart was trembling. With Hu Wei's ability to observe words and colors, he can be sure that if he had shown the slightest suspicion at that time, he would definitely not have his life lying here now.

Lying on the bed, Hu Wei summed up what had happened to him from his enlistment to the present. On the first day of enlistment, he was promoted to the rank of husband. Not long after, he made meritorious contributions to the snow spirit monkey and was promoted to captain again. During the natural disaster, he retreated because he protected his team, and was named the immortal bird. Accept the drinking oath of a dozen people, including Link. Take 300 people to resist the attack of the Beast Legion, and take the right eye of Tiekla, the leader of the Anrong Beast Legion. It is asserted that the Golden Bone Mountain will become a large camp for the Anrong people. A special combat team of immortal birds was set up, cutting off the enemy's food and grass behind enemy lines, and attacking the 1,000-man marching camp of Baresi at night with 100 people, rescuing dozens of captured women. Attacked the camp of Anrong Golden Bone Mountain at night, obtained a large amount of grain and grass, sent someone to send a letter to give advice to the commander of the main and deputy corps, and under the attack of more than 20,000 people of Lin Zhengfeng, he planned to get out.

This dirty, piece by piece, summed up, is four words -- sharp edge.

With this answer, the cold sweat on Hu Wei's back came down. During this time, all I was thinking about was meritorious service, and I wanted to climb up as quickly as possible, but I was blinded by the ** of power, and I actually forgot the essence of human nature and the hearts of others.

You immortal bird is majestic, but where are you in the blizzard, where are you at all levels, who have hardly won a single battle so far? Do you remember the night you returned to the city? So the soldiers only know how to shout the immortal bird, but once called Sumendar?

Hu worry, Hu worry, you are more resistant than Sumadar! The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. Thirteen years of experience in the rivers and lakes, have you all fucking lived to a dog? A jealousy can kill you!

The more Hu Wei thought about it, the more cold sweat gushed, until the whole dress was soaked with sweat. The eyes of Sumentar and several generals looking at him, especially the eyes of the young general Zilawi, all appeared in front of Hu Wei's eyes. It's a miracle that he hasn't been killed by someone from behind until now.

Early in the morning. Hu Wei was nesting among the soldiers, chatting and farting with the soldiers, and having breakfast. The small yellow pieces that Hu Wei spat out from time to time made the soldiers laugh and spray rice several times.

Suddenly, the alarm bell rang frantically in the whole Linggui City, and the military horn sounded like a talisman.

"Enemy attack!"

The soldiers threw down their rice bowls, grabbed their swords and guns, and went to the top of the city, taking their positions and preparing for the battle. Above the city tower, no one dared to speak, only the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the sound of the wind blowing the military flag, intertwined.

One by one, the black dots jumped out of the horizon, more and more, closer and closer, until they could be seen with the naked eye.

It was the first time that Hu Wei stood on the top of the city, looking down on the enemy's arrival. The sound of war drums and the sound of footsteps made him feel very bad.

An army appeared. Their bows, spears, and swords shone strangely in the warm sun. In other people's land, he walked like that.

Yes, they also have their ideals, and they also have what they want. Land, grain, slave girls, and even the warm sun. These ideals do not seem to be wrong, but their ideals are to be realized with other people's flesh and blood.

"What are they doing?" exclaimed one of the soldiers, pointing to the swarming Anrongs. They didn't rush to attack, as they usually did, as soon as they arrived. Today, they are very calm. They spread out in a long procession and split into two teams in front of the city gates. One team walked west along the city, and the other east along the city, slowly but surely.

"They are surrounding us. Hu Wei said in his heart. After the loss of the city, the only remaining mandala army in the central part of Qingzhou was the 30,000 people who returned to the city.

Hu Wei remembered that when he first returned to the city, they still had nearly 40,000 people, and they lost another 10,000 people in the past ten days. 30,000 people, just a number, not combat power. In fact, there are less than 20,000 people who can fight now. Because out of 30,000, 10,000 were wounded soldiers, paramedics, firemen and other non-combatants. They may be able to take up arms, but they have no combat power, and they belong to the kind of death with a sword.

Judging from the information obtained by the situational troops, the Anrong people have just carried out an increase in troops, and now the total number of troops exceeds 100,000. The ratio of forces was five to one. The Anrong people, who have taken advantage of the strength of the army, may not want to cut the meat like this little bit and want to come to the pot. Perhaps it was because they didn't want to lose any more soldiers in the siege. In short, they now besiege the city of Linggui,

The army of the Anrong people is still appearing, the sword mountain and the sword forest, as far as the eye can see, it seems that on the way to come, there are countless Anrong people who can walk out without restrictions.

The main force of the Anrong people stopped two kilometers away from Linggui and began to camp. This is a distance that is extremely insulting to the defenders of the city. Two kilometers, a very long charge of cavalry can kill and destroy their large camp. But they just set up their camp two kilometers from the city wall, and they were demonstrating.

Two kilometers, even Hu Wei's sun-changing arrow can't shoot that distance. Hu Wei and the soldiers of the Blizzard Legion watched the Anrong people here, burning down the villages, manors, and houses built on the city. The once home of the Mandalas is now trembling in the fire.

The flames were blazing and the smoke was billowing, and if it was just that, the soldiers might just feel heartache, after all, it was a war, and it was very difficult to save the house. But what happened next was not just heartache, but heartbreak.

In broad daylight, in front of the 30,000 soldiers who ordered the return to the city, Anrong people were so openly ** the woman they arrested. In front of the newly built camp of the Anrong people, in the open space where the trees had been cut down, the women of the mandala by the moat were torn from their clothes and thrown down by the smiling soldiers. The woman's mournful screams echoed around Ling Guicheng.

"These ***. Hu Wei couldn't help but scold. Before he came to this world, he had read in a book that a people had done this. At that time, Hu Wei had only read it in a book, and although he thought it was miserable, the image was not deep. He couldn't imagine what it would be like. But now, such a thing is happening right in front of his eyes. The torn clothes, the never-forgotten eyes, the unbearable lower body, and the long knife inserted into the woman's body after the comfort, the scream

"Commander, let's kill it!"

"Commander, give the order. Our sisters, wives and daughters are being analized by the people!"

"Commander, even if it's death, we want it"

The soldiers of the Immortal Bird Clan, one by one, were more and more excited, and their eyes were red. As long as Hu Wei gave an order, they would immediately pounce on the Anrong people and tear them to pieces.

"Stay put!" Hu Wei repeated Sumendar's order, and sat down in the corner where no one was around. At this moment, he did not dare to look into the eyes of those soldiers. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear it all of a sudden, so he asked the soldiers to rush out of the city and stuff the heads of those Anrong people into their **.

Although Hu Wei is not from this world, at this time, he treats those women as his own sisters.

It's easy to attack. Hu Wei knew that as long as he gave an order, the more than 1,000 soldiers under his command would rush out of the city without hesitation.

But Hu Wei also knew that he couldn't. This is the time for war, not for willfulness. The reason why Anrong people did this was to anger them out. Rush out of the city, and then you will fall for them. Once they gave up the city, in the face of the 100,000 Anrong soldiers outside the city, and the 20,000 or 30,000 remnants of the Blizzard Legion, they would be easy and pleasant to kill.

When the city is broken, it is not the hundreds of women who suffer. It's the people of the entire Qingzhou. At that time, the Anrong people will be able to burn and loot unscrupulously, and the entire Qingzhou will be trampled under the iron hooves of the Anrong people, with corpses all over the field and rivers of blood.

Such an order, how can Hu Wei give it.

On the 28th of May, the fourth day of the siege of the Anrong people, the crying outside the city ceased, and the silence inside and outside the city was terrifying. For three days, the Anrong people tortured and killed at least 1,000 women in front of the city gates. The soldiers of the Blizzard Legion, from red eyes, to crying, to someone committing suicide, to numbness, to the current silence. They were silent, carving this blood feud in their hearts. They waited for the Anrong people to pay back. Ten times, a hundredfold, a thousand times repaid.

Today, the Anrong people seem to have lost their patience, and instead of abusing and killing women, they have blown the military horn and beat the drums of war. In the sound of war drums, countless Anrong people shouted and rushed towards Linggui City.

The opportunity for revenge has come.

The soldiers of the Blizzard Legion clutched their weapons tightly, and the corners of their mouths flashed with cruel slight death. The sharpened arrows have been set on the bowstring, harvesting the lives of Anrong people at any time. Blood debt must be tasted in blood.

The earth trembled, the walls trembled, and it was foreseeable how ferocious the attack would be. But at this moment, not a single soldier will be afraid. They have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Closer, closer, closer and closer, and just as the soldiers were about to release their arrows, suddenly, they were all stunned.

They forgot about the meanness and cruelty of the Anrong people. Rushing to the front were not the Anrong people they imagined, but unarmed civilians. Most of them were elderly, children, and a small number of women. The Anrong people whipped them with leather whips, poked them with guns, and slashed them with knives, forcing them forward.

Crying and wailing rang out. The soldiers' hands were trembling, white with exertion, and the arrows were on the strings, but they could not shoot.

The officers shouted again: "Shoot the arrows!"

But the soldiers hesitated, and the arrows in their hands became tighter and tighter, but they could not shoot anything.

That's their people!

"Shoot the arrows!"

Zilawi whipped a soldier on the body, and the soldier didn't even move. The second and third whips were still immovable, and the bowstrings had been cut into his flesh, and the arrows had not yet been shot.

The prisoners who walked slowly, were slashed without hesitation, and the footsteps of the Anrong people were getting closer and closer. Two lines of tears flowed from Hu Wei's face. He hasn't cried since he was sensible, but at this moment, tears flowed out without his consent.

"Shoot the arrows!"

A terrible voice came, not from Zirawi, not from Sumadar, but from Minping, who was escorted forward, from a woman.

The woman only screamed this and was cut down to the ground by the Anrong people.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Shoot arrows, kill all the Anrong people, and avenge us!"

The woman's cry was like a boulder crashing into a calm lake. The civilians who were escorted suddenly rushed towards An Rong as if they had discussed it.

An Rong people panicked, slashing and killing those bound civilians one after another. The fallen civilians, smiling and holding knives, were unsettled.

"The Immortal Bird Special Combat Team listened to the order and released the arrows. The cry of Hu Wei resounded throughout the wall. At the same time as the cry sounded, a golden arrow slashed through the sky and shot at the head of an Anrong flag guard. The Anrong Banner Guard, who was furious by the tremendous power contained in the arrows, was furious.

Under the leadership of this golden arrow, the soldiers' arrows began to shoot like a torrential rain. Not only the city wall guarded by the Immortal Bird Special Combat Team, but the entire Linggui City is shooting life-threatening arrows like rain.

The soldiers wept as they shot arrows at the Anrong people. The only thing they can do now is shoot as accurately as they can. To settle the lives of the people, comfort the souls of the people in the sky.

The moat was filled with flesh and blood, hundreds of ladders, siege vehicles, and wall-hitting vehicles, pressing the blood ** near the city. The soldiers' arrows shot harder. They don't even have time to aim.

Draw the bow, release the arrow, pull again, release again, the arrow will always shoot down the enemy in the dense crowd.

At this time, the art of war, battle formation, and strategy were all useless. The Anrong people wanted to rush to the city, and the soldiers of the Blizzard Legion did not allow the Anrong people to rush to the city, it was such a simple thing, written in blood.