Xiang Mi's eyes almost burst out with fire, and his fists were clenched tightly. His eyes swept across the ground of the temporary hospital. Like Shen Gong, everyone had their legs amputated or their bodies were cut out. A large piece of carrion, and the soldiers who were so painful that they were dying, came into his eyes. On the city wall in front, the Helan tribe's reinforcements were already fighting Wang Mengzi, and the golden soup was still flowing under the city wall. The iron juice constitutes a forbidden area of death, and the bones of soldiers burning in the needle juice constitute a warning of death.
However, the eyes of the more than a thousand warriors who are still alive are full of fighting spirit and murderous intent. That kind of anger and obsession with revenge allow them to ignore the Shura field in front of them, even if they use their own bodies and lives, They are also willing to open up a direct passage to the city for their companions!
Xiang Mi's hand instinctively wanted to grab the ax that was still on his back. A loud shout echoed in his ears. It was the sound of someone out of breath, running at full speed, from afar. Then it came close and went straight into his ears: "Brother Tieniu, the ax is coming, the ax is coming!"
A burst of hot air hit his face. Xiang Mi turned his head to look at Dali, who was running towards him. He saw that in his hand, he was holding his poison-stained battle ax, and the purple-black poisonous blood on the ax surface had been It disappeared. The entire ax surface was red and exuded a smell of alcohol. Obviously, Dali had just followed Sun Simiao's instructions to disinfect it with wine and then grilled it on the fire to eliminate the poisonous gas. Seeing this kind of mass sentiment He was so angry that they all asked for a fight. He couldn't even wait for the ax surface to cool down completely, so he ran over with the red-hot axe.
Xiang Mi nodded vigorously and took the big ax from Dali's hand. Heat waves came to him along the wooden handle, just like the fire of revenge burning in his heart. Among the soldiers, no one backed down because of fear. Everyone just wanted to turn around and take revenge. The fighting spirit they exuded could even destroy the city wall behind them!
But Xiang Mi still closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The hot fire wind entered his body from his mouth, but it made his mind clear. Over the years, Xiang Mi has experienced too many things in the army. Fighting, now he has learned a trick: "Before making a decision, take three deep breaths, and then think about it carefully again. This is what Brother Jinu taught me!"
When Xiang Mi opened his eyes again, he saw thousands of eager eyes, all directed at him. The hot feeling in his hand had disappeared. When he looked at the battle ax again, it had returned to its usual color. He nodded and said solemnly: "Brothers, I can feel your fighting spirit, and your desire for revenge, I, Tieniu, feel the same. Those brothers who died in the battle below the city know that you are now The thought will definitely make you rest in peace!"
Xu Chite gritted his teeth: "Brother Tieniu, we can only vent the hatred in our hearts by capturing the city gate and hacking all the thieves who harmed us in the wall. Some of the iron juice has already begun. It's solidified, we should take this opportunity to fight back, even if we don't avenge our army, at least there are hundreds of brothers fighting on the city, we can't ignore them!"
Xiang Mi shook his head. He bent down and picked up an arm armor from the ground that someone had dropped. When Sun Simiao was rescuing people just now, he often removed the arm armor from the poisoned areas. He didn't know who it was.
Xiang Mi took the arm armor and threw it towards the city wall from a distance. With his strength and physique, even after seventy or eighty steps, the piece of armor, which weighed several kilograms, still fell to the ground.
Still in the flowing iron juice.
There was only a "hiss" sound, and the piece of iron armor fell into the iron juice, just like a piece of ice falling into boiling water. It quickly melted away, became shapeless, and also became part of the iron juice.
Flow everywhere.
Everyone was shocked to see it. They had shouted for revenge and wanted to fight with all their blood and courage. Their minds began to calm down gradually. Everyone was thinking about one thing: if even this piece of armor was soaked in juice.
If it melts, then if our flesh and blood bodies are sent up at this time, the bones will be shattered and ashes will be scattered, and no corpse will be left.
Xiang Mi said seriously: "Brothers, have you seen it? It's not that I don't want revenge, but that the thieves are cruel. As it is now, the iron juice under the city is still a natural barrier. We can't get close to the city wall. If we go up, we will be scalded to death. That's okay."
Maybe rush up to the city wall!"
A cry of killing came from the top of the city. In addition to the Helan soldiers who rushed up from the west city, there were also a large number of Helan soldiers under the city wall, pouring in from the city ladder. They were like a tide, almost following the city wall.
The city wall was as dark as iron flowing under it. The soldiers in the front row held shields, while the sergeants in the back row put their long spears on the shoulders and shields of their companions in front, and followed the companions in front.
Behind them, they advanced step by step, and gradually, the one or two hundred Jin troops at the head of the city were compressed on the city tower that was less than 200 steps wide.
He Lanlu was wearing a large armor and walked slowly up the city from the east side of the city. In front of him, there were at least 300 large shield bearers, wearing heavy armor, lying in front of him, more than 20 of them.
The corpses of the first batch of Jin army swordsmen who went to the city in fine attire had fallen in front of the shield formation. Obviously, although they were highly skilled in martial arts and proficient in swordsmanship, they faced the formation in such a narrow space.
The enemy's heavy armor and large shields are really useless for heroes.
The big knife in He Langang's hand hit Wang Mengzi's big ax three times in a row. Sparks flew everywhere. Wang Mengzi's bull-like body took two big steps back, while He Langang kicked the ground and stepped back seven times in a row.
He took a big step and could hardly control his body. He was teetering. The three guards behind him hurriedly stepped forward to support him, preventing him from falling. The tiger's mouth of his right hand holding the broadsword had been shattered.
It was bleeding and his whole right arm was numb. Obviously, Wang Mengzi had the upper hand in this round of head-on confrontation.
Ten guards holding shields stood in front of He Langang. Six long spears, the tips of which were shining with coldness, were pointed directly at Wang Mengzi outside the shield. Wang Mengzi wanted to step forward, but was stopped by these six walking spears.
He stabbed, hurriedly, but could only retreat. He was so angry that he held the ax and shouted at He Lan Gang: "He Langang, you coward, you have the guts, come up and fight with grandpa for three hundred rounds!"
Helan's face had turned pale just now, and he was breathing heavily. When he heard this, his face changed, and he was about to raise his sword and go into battle, but he only felt an arm pressing tightly on his shoulder, and Gongsun Wu
Lou Na's triumphant voice echoed in his ears: "Your name is Wang Mengzi, right? When you are about to die, do you want to support someone else? It's a pity that I, Gongsun Wu Lou, will not give you this opportunity!"
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This chapter has been completed!