The guards rushed up in black reminded Roger of the mud surging in the swamp.

He forced himself to calm down, and he said to himself: Calm down! Striving around will only get worse and worse.

So Roger's panicked mind returned to his normal thinking.

He found that he was in a position without a ladder.

Roger did not rush to go to a place with a ladder to support him. The place was already crowded, and now it would only cause trouble.

He began to observe carefully.

He saw a slave holding a spear, thrusting from top to bottom like shattering millet with a flail.

The man was quite strong. He beat the guard on a ladder down in just a few strokes.

Roger really wanted to shout that the spear was not used like this.

But he still held back, and he knew that it was useless for him to shout like this in this chaotic battlefield.

Calm down, Roger said to himself, so he continued to observe.

He saw on the other side, several slaves huddled together and pushed down with spears. The men didn't know that the spears that had been poked out should be retracted and poked again. They just stretched the pole forward with great force.

The guards on the ladder in front of these slaves were blocking with shields. The slaves could not hurt him, nor could he come up.

Roger saw that the guards below had lost their formation, and the people behind them rushed forward desperately, squeezing the people in front of them to the corner of the wall.

So the person in front shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

But the person behind this person was still rushing forward, and the person behind him was not intentional, and the person behind him was also rushing him.

So the man also shouted, "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

Roger looked at it and felt a sense of watching the return army from the Spring Festival train station to squeeze into the train.

The slaves on the wall would not be polite, so they picked up the ore and smashed it down.

So the guards near the city walls were tragic, and they didn't even have a place to hide.

It's better to have a shield, but those without a shield can only use their heads to hold on. As a result, they naturally have their heads that are bleeding, but they can't go down.

The slaves on the wall didn't even look at it, just scrambling down ore.

Roger saw a guard's white brain burst out and was still being smashed by pieces of ore.

So the guards under the wall howled crying.

But the people behind were still shouting: "Roll up, rush up!"

Roger realized that these guards had never experienced war. They might have performed a little better than slaves, but they were not much better.

So Roger felt relieved, and he felt that there was no big problem.

But a "clang clang" sounded up again, his heart rose.

Roger looked at the village gate.

A team of guards carried the wooden bumps, shouted slogans, and once again slammed the wooden door. The violent impact caused the gatehouse to shake.

When Roger saw Dulles, who was in charge of guarding the gatehouse, shouted over and over: "Bring water and boil water!"

But the previous water was dried up, and the people below just added water and were still burning, without even a little hot air.

Roger regretted that he shouldn't have let them boil the water so early, or that he should have reminded him "Don't forget to add water." But now it's too late to think about it.

The slaves on the gatehouse were also constantly smashing ore down, which caused some trouble for the guards who were carrying the wooden bumps below.

From time to time, someone was smashed to the ground, but Norton behind him kept urging him, so guards kept filling in the absence, and the hammer hitting the wood never stopped.

Roger couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he quickly went down the wall. He greeted the reserve slaves: "Clog the door, block the door!"

Several slaves took sticks to support the door panel.

Roger looked at the door like a demon and opened his eyes. In his instant vertical pupil, he could even see the guard who was holding the wooden hammer door.

And the wooden sticks that supported them exploded like firecrackers.

The wood chips flew away, and blood marks were drawn on several nearby slaves.

Roger saw that the door shaft had cracks, and he knew that the door could not bear it anymore.

Roger shouted anxiously: "People come, come, array, spear array!"

The slaves holding spears ran over and walked around behind the door like headless flies.

Roger pushed and shuffled: "Line well! Arrange well like a mine delivery! You said, where are you looking? Here, it's all here!"

With a "clang" sound, Roger felt a gust of wind from behind pushing him forward, almost letting him try the power of the spear formation by himself.

He rolled and crawled from the bottom of the spear to the side.

He glanced at half of the door squinting to the ground, and the other half was bounced back against the wall.

After a moment, a team of guards squeezed tightly, with shields stacked on them, and rushed in like a wall.

The spear formation was in a commotion, and Roger angrily shouted: "Stay calm, fuck it!"

The shield wall hit the dense spear tips.

Some spears were bent and the spear rod cracked, while others drilled into the gap between the shields, and a wail broke out.

The blood was sprinkled on the ground, and the chaotic feet stepped into the mud.

Roger shouted loudly: "Cut the spear and stab again!"

Some spears were taken back, some spears were pushed forward blindly, and several slaves swung their spears as sticks and shouted, "Jesus is above!"

The spear formation is in chaos.

The guards holding shields approached the spear formation, and the spears became a burden.

Neither spear is used, it is just a squat.

For example, at the rush hour, the person in the door wants to go out, and the person outside wants to come in.

The shield was crushed.

The person squeezed in the middle vomited blood, like a water bag with a cracked mouth, and was squeezed so that the front and back layers of skin were sticky.

The slaves tried their best, but in the end they were not as united as the guards, so they couldn't help but retreat.

Another continuous stream of guards rushed in, as if endless.

The guards occupied more and more territory at the door, and the slaves' formation had changed from a straight line to a crescent moon.

Roger knew that he couldn't stop it.

"Ha", the guards shouted loudly, and the instant burst of force knocked away the slaves in the front row and drove away the slaves in the back row.

The spear formation dispersed.

In just a moment, there was a Shura field at the entrance of the village.

The guards massacred slaves who were running around in scattered manners. They used the tip of their spears to pierce the slaves who were running away on their backs, and hammered the slaves who had already fallen to the ground with the sharp tail at the bottom of the spear handle.

They even stomped over the fallen slaves.

Roger saw a slave who was still struggling to hide at first, but later he just tried his best to curl up and endured, and finally let the guards trample on his hands and feet.

The man's mouth was like a fountain, and there were fragments in his blood.

He himself could not move for a long time, but his chest and belly kept rising and falling with the trampling.

In the end, the man vomited and diarrhea and cleared all his internal organs, like a layer of skin spread on the ground.

The constant influx of guards was still trampling on his skin, his blood, his internal organs until it all became like mud.

Roger had already run to the straight road, and he greeted any slave he could pull, and he kicked and pulled them in line to form a formation.

The guards chasing the chasing dispersed the second line of defense that Roger had struggled to pull up just by just one encounter.

So there was a repeated massacre.
Chapter completed!