At three o'clock in the morning, the commander-in-chief personally led the Chinese army to suppress the formation. With the sound of drums, the warrior camp took the lead in attacking the city.

Guo Chuanlin held a simple sword in his hand and looked around. Siyang City stood tall, the moat had been filled in, and the city was crowded with soldiers. Shouts and shouts were heard one after another. Obviously, they also knew that whether they could defend the city depended on this one move.

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Arrows were sparse at the top of the city, and wood and stone were exhausted. A battalion of warriors marched forward bravely carrying ladders. Guo Chuanlin mingled in the crowd, his nose flaring, and he faintly smelled a hot stench. He felt a thump in his heart and narrowed his eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to see Zhai Zipeng standing in front, with eyes as bright as a tiger, personally leading his troops to guard the middle road. There were many soldiers on both sides, crouching and shrinking their heads, for fear of being accidentally injured by stray arrows.

The ladders are set up one by one from the tree, and the iron hooks at the top are set up on the top of the city. The warrior ants are attached to them. Guo Chuanlin's mind is spinning very fast. The "golden juice" must be boiled and poured right now. You can use it as you wish.

Boiling in a big pot, you can only pour a wave of water. Rather than killing the enemy, it is better to destroy the morale of the army and boost morale. The east and west sides are guarded by box soldiers. The fighting spirit is not strong. On the contrary, the middle road is heavily guarded, and the golden juice is placed at

This is the least likely.

The soldiers stationed at the city head tried their best to chop up the ladder. The commander had to give instructions from an expert. The top of the ladder was wrapped with strong iron. They couldn't cut it in a hurry. The soldiers took the opportunity to seize the city head and were stabbed down the ladder with long spears, but no one dared to retreat at the risk of their lives.

.The commander-in-chief's military orders are like mountains. Anyone who retreats before the money is paid will definitely be killed without mercy. It is better to sacrifice one's life to gain wealth and live happily for a while even if the situation is bad.

Guo Chuanlin followed the warriors and swarmed out. He turned around and rushed straight to the middle. He was tall and long-legged, as powerful as a galloping horse. He stepped on the ladder as if on the ground, and took the lead to kill the city. The stench hit his nostrils, and the target wanted to kill him.

It turned out to be true as he expected. Zhai Zipeng set up "gold juice" on the east and west sides to help the soldiers defend the city. There were strong soldiers in the middle to guard the city. Seeing several spears poking at random, he stepped on the ladder.

, leaned over to let the gun tip go, used the force of the rebound to push away the random guns, shouted, and took the lead in killing the city.

Pots of boiling golden juice poured down from the top of the city. All the warriors surrounded by the ants changed their expressions. They jumped off the ladder regardless of everything, as straight as dumplings. The screams filled the sky, and Guo's offensive was suddenly defeated.

Chuanlin leaned against the battlements to protect the ladder, and was surrounded by several powerful soldiers. He was locked in a fierce battle. His colleagues poured in through the gap he opened, but he was stabbed to death by random guns after being unable to block them for a few seconds. He was left alone and helpless for a while.

Fighting against a small number of enemies consumes a lot of energy.

, not long after the battle, Guo Chuanlin was panting like an ox and bleeding like a gush. The sword was too heavy to lift, so he could only barely move away from his vital points. When he saw that he could not hold on, a strong wind blew behind his head, and a fierce general

He descended from the sky, holding two iron halberds, and rushed into the enemy formation like a whirlwind, saving his life. Zhai Zipeng's face suddenly changed drastically, and he ordered his soldiers to step forward to stop him, but he could not resist it. He was killed by the fierce general and opened a bloody path.

The iron halberd hit his helmet, and there was a loud "buzzing" sound in his ears, and he fainted immediately.

Guo Chuanlin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his hands and feet were sore. He slowly slid to the ground with his back against the battlements, almost exhausted. He recognized the warrior who rescued the siege. His surname was Qin, and his name was Chong.

The halberd, the left-hand halberd weighs thirty-nine kilograms, and the right-hand halberd weighs forty-one kilograms. They are just made of ordinary iron. They move like flying, charge into battle, and feel like they are entering an uninhabited country. Qin Chong is the commander's favorite general, since he kills

When we got to the top of the city, the overall situation was decided. Siyang City held on for many days and was finally taken away by the commander.

A snake cannot survive without a head. Siyang City has only been supported by Zhai Zipeng until now. Qin Zhong was the last straw that broke the camel's back. For a time, the army was defeated like a mountain. In less than half an hour, Siyang City changed hands.

After the city was captured, the city was massacred for three days.

It was not Guo Chuanlin's first day as a soldier. He understood the rules of massacre. Although he hated burning, killing, and looting, if he acted too aloof, he would attract the attention of his superiors and colleagues. If he wanted to survive in this troubled world, he must join in the evil deeds.

He couldn't mind his hands being stained with blood. Killings, robberies, rapes, and fanatical atrocities filled every corner as far as he could see. Guo Chuanlin tried his best to keep his heart numb, turning a blind eye and not hearing. "Since it can't be changed, then

Just accept it." That's what he thought.

After the fierce battle, both physically and mentally exhausted, Guo Chuanlin couldn't muster up his energy. He stepped on the ruins and blood through the ruins and blood, and walked through Siyang City, where mourning was everywhere. He picked out a large family in the remote west of the city and kicked him.

He opened the door and went straight in.

After entering again and again, and three times in front and back, the main house and the side room were empty. The owner probably packed up his belongings and fled before the city was destroyed. This saves a lot of trouble, which is exactly what Guo Chuanlin wants. He will stay here.

They spent three days recovering and recuperating, patiently waiting for the massacre to end and the rallying horn to sound.

He was unbearably hungry. Something was wrong recently and he often felt hungry. Guo Chuanlin wandered around to the kitchen.

There was firewood in the corner, water in the jar, and rice in the urn. He picked up a piece of firewood, poked at the stove hole, and pulled out a pile of ashes. After thinking for a while, he got an idea. Most of the big families have dark rooms with walls.

It doesn't matter if you hide in a similar place or turn a blind eye. As long as you don't cause any trouble, you'll be fine.

He rolled up his sleeves, brushed the pot and blew on the fire, and cooked a large pot of rice. He also took a piece of bacon from the beam, washed away the floating ash, chopped it into random pieces, spread it on the rice, steamed it, and wolfed it down until he was full. It had been a long time.

After eating the hot meal, the white rice and bacon were more delicious than any other delicacies. Guo Chuanlin put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and let out a long sigh of relief.

After filling his stomach and feeling energetic, it was time to tell a story. Guo Chuanlin was very indifferent to money, but since he was massacring the city, he had to get some money out to avoid being laughed at. He broke into the master's bedroom and rummaged through the cabinets.

, searched for some gold and silver jewelry, pulled a piece of silk and satin at random, packed a package and put it in his arms. When he felt that it was enough, he closed the door and went out.

A slight cough suddenly came from behind the partition on the east wall, and the voice belonged to a young woman.

Alas, I couldn't even hold back my cough. Could it be that there was a tuberculosis ghost hiding inside? Guo Chuanlin walked to the partition with a simple knife and struck it with the back of the knife a few times, making a hollow echo. Sure enough, there was a dark room! He held the tip of the knife

After inserting it into the gap between the partitions and prying it a few times, a trembling voice inside said: "No, don't pry, we'll come out right now..."

The partition moved aside silently, revealing the dark entrance, and a maid poked her head out. She was still young, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling.

With the faint light, he saw a well-dressed middle-aged man with a mustache, shaking his head and throwing out a small bundle. "Take them all, don't hurt our lives..." He tried his best to protect it.

The woman who lived behind the scenes did not let Guo Chuanlin see her appearance.

"Maybe she's a beauty." Guo Chuanlin thought in his mind, grinned, nodded to the middle-aged man, picked up his baggage and stood up to leave. He knew that in the eyes of the other party, he was holding a simple knife and looked evil.

At this time, any words are redundant. Only by leaving with money and belongings can you express your attitude.
Chapter completed!