Chapter Seventy-Seven: Slaughter Town (Part II)
The blood on the battlefield had not yet dried, and piles of corpses lay on the brown ground.
Dry firewood and dead leaves were stacked among the corpses, and the soldiers around the corpses carried thick copper buckets filled with jet-black fuel.
Liu Heng, dressed in military uniform, stood on the high platform.
Under the high platform, hundreds of soldiers stood side by side on the playground with torches in their hands.
The fire burned on the oilcloth wrapped in the head of the club, and the fire was reflected in the eyes of hundreds of soldiers.
Looking down at the fire in the soldier's eyes, Liu Heng curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and raised his arm slightly.
Liu Heng was laughing.
"Go ahead. ”
Staring at the fire in the soldier's eyes, his voice was deep and loud.
The soldiers with torches dispersed, and the soldiers surrounding the pile of corpses lifted the copper buckets and poured the black fuel onto the pile.
As the viscous black oil flowed between the corpses, thick bloody humus floated on the surface of the bubbles.
The soldiers, who had dispersed from the playground, threw the fire-burning wooden handles at all the corpses.
The flames spread on the fuel, and the tight clusters of flames converged into a continuous river of flames.
Several blackened smoke curled up into the grassland sky, and the pitch-black streaks of pillar smoke soaked into the endless blue.
The flames of the scorching corpses became more and more intense, and the jet black smoke emitted from the fire gradually thickened.
Outside the camp, there was a constant noise from the garrison of the barbarian guards, and the more than 3,000 permanent soldiers in the camp stopped all movements.
At this moment, the three thousand ordinary soldiers were all surrounded by the burning fire.
For a moment no one spoke, and the only sound in the camp was the "crackling" sound coming from the fire.
The soldiers were quiet at this time, and Liu Heng, who was standing on the high platform, put away the smile on his face and walked up the stairs step by step.
"The past of the dead. ”
Through the blessing of vitality, the voice that should have been sharp and loud was hoarse and low at this time.
The timbre was full of choked sobs and full of sadness.
"What do the living remember!"
The originally hoarse voice was deliberately raised, tears slid out of Liu Heng's eyes, and tears flowed down his cheeks.
Liu Heng cried.
The crying was heartbreaking, and the crying was hysterical.
All the soldiers in the camp who were around the fire also wept.
"Dead people, do you want to use them too?"
Root, who was covered in silk belts, stared intently at the sunflower grass swaying in the wind at his feet, and did not move.
The whole person seems to be in the wind, rooted in a deep stubborn tree.
It is like a rock facing a huge wave of water, which will not move for thousands of years.
"Mourning soldiers. ”
Win.
The look in his eyes was slightly hollow, and Yougen's voice was low, with a slight sarcasm in his tone.
"He's a quick learner. “
It's too fast.
"I'm a little overwhelmed. ”
"Chief. ”
Wet knees were still on the ground, and the tear-stained Naphtha straightened up and turned his head to look at the sky above the camp.
Quinnaphtha frowned, his face puzzled.
"The smoke is so dark. ”
"It's black smoke. ”
The iron knife was slanted on the ground, and Pang Ming held the knife shaft tightly with both hands, looking up at the black smoke rising into the air in the distance.
Most of the soldiers gathered around him were subordinates who had followed him in the first place.
The armor on these foot soldiers was purple, and most of the armor was mutilated.
Nearly 10,000 soldiers in different armors gathered together, but they all stopped not far from the soldiers wearing purple armor.
From Liu Heng's military camp, there were faint drums.
The drums were beating into a fierce rage, and many of the coalition soldiers began to panic, and some of the soldiers with weapons had even retreated.
Seeing that the morale of his own soldiers had fallen to the bottom, Pang Ming puffed up his chest slightly, wanting to shout something to motivate the soldiers.
However, his face was unusually pale, and his expression had already faded to the extreme on his withered countenance.
On his head, between the originally smooth and long ink-like hair, there was also a little snow-white hair.
Pang Ming's voice was like a cave filled with wind, and the voice coming from the cave was hoarse and fine, and only the soldiers closest to him could hear it clearly.
"Herald. ”
Holding the blade of the iron with all his might, Pang Ming raised his arm slightly, revealing a little blood residue from the gap between his arm armor.
"Let the soldiers with weapons in their hands go to the front and prepare for close combat. ”
Pang Ming was a little anxious, and there was a tearing pain between his throats, and a hot and dry touch.
The hot sensation went all the way down from his throat, and the pale Pang Ming nervously lowered his head and looked at his chest.
He looked at the fist-sized hole in the center of his chest.
He saw a streak of blood in the hollow, and he quickly blinked, only to find nothing.
Pang Ming was wrong.
He looked up in rejoicing, only to find that the gate of the camp in the distance had been opened.
Liu Heng, who was dressed in a brute tiger armor, rode a handsome black dragon and rushed out of the open gate.
Behind Liu Heng, a large number of Liu Heng soldiers wearing silver armor rushed out.
On the unobstructed field, Liu Hengjun, who rushed out of the camp, turned into a winding silver river, and there was a blatant hatred of death in the middle of the swoop.
What was a swift river of soldiers quickly turned into a waterfall that fell from a high altitude to the ground.
All the generals with tears on their faces have become Shura who rushed from hell to the world.
"Kill!"
The sound of shouting and killing filled the heavens and the earth.
At this time, there is only one kind of sound between heaven and earth.
The two armies began to come into contact, and the coalition forces began to retreat.
"Block, block them!"
"Shield, shield!"
"Archers, archers!"
The noisy and desperate shouts of orders could not restrain the decline of the front of the coalition army.
The coalition army's military formation was quickly split by the depression of Liu Heng's soldiers, and immediately countless coalition soldiers were stabbed into a honeycomb by the angry Liu Heng's soldiers with sharp guns.
Liu Heng, who is in the lead, is surrounded by red flames, and he is even more invincible.
Rush, rush!
The coalition forces were crushed.
"It's over. ”
It's over.
Pang Ming let out a long breath, and his whole body trembled and stepped forward with his right foot.
"Your Excellency!"
A soldier who had been waiting beside the chariot, wearing a purple helmet but without armor, held the railing of the chariot firmly with both hands, and looked at Pang Ming on the chariot with a frightened expression.
"That's it. ”
Step by step off the chariot.
Pang Ming, whose face was haggard, looked lonely.
"I can't hide from it. ”
The corners of his mouth on his pale face twitched slightly, and Pang Ming laughed at himself.
"As a pawn, how can you not be enlightened?"
Lowering his head slightly, Pang Ming looked at the soldiers nearby.
He swept around the soldiers, silently muttering familiar names in his heart.
Finally, he smiled sheepishly.
"Let's go. ”
"If you can't beat it, don't resist. ”
"If you can't escape, then surrender. ”
Hearing this, the soldiers beside Pang Ming were shocked, and looked at each other for a moment.
"My lord, why do you say that?"
The soldier, who had been staying by the chariot and wearing only a helmet, clenched his fists at Pang Ming.
"The brothers have followed your lord for many years, and we have been born and died many times on the battlefield, and we have already given our lives to you. ”
"How can you abandon your lords!"
The next chapter may only be a few hundred words, and the rest can only be filled up the next day.