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Dongdong

The war drums sounded outside the city gate. On the field, the army that was stretching out from behind was forming a square formation, splashing countless smoke and dust. The Fengxiang soldiers behind them pulled a cart to spread out everywhere, carrying the siege equipment parts in the city, and starting to assemble them on the spot. Pan Feng carried a giant axe and urged him from time to time: "Assemble quickly, imagine that I need to increase my strength."

His voice passed, and the terrain of Mianzhu Pass was higher than the foot of a mountain. The white wolf flag was already standing there. Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Li Ke lined up, a large chair was placed in front, and a tiger skin was pounced on. The figure with the wolf head and shoulder armor dragged the cloak, and made a clanging sound of armor collision. After sitting on it with a golden knife, he took someone to take down. Then, he put his hands on the armrest, looked at Chengguan, and looked up at the sky.

"It seems that it is about to rain..." Gongsun Zhi said softly at the gloomy Tianyun, retracted his gaze and threw it into the city wall in the distance: "You say that relying on the southern barbarians is like delaying the army, trying to consume our morale on that. Is this move right or wrong?"

The three people behind them pressed their weapons without even speaking.

"Actually, it's right, but he underestimated Gu's troops. The 80,000 Western coalition forces were not vegetarians... This place borrowed troops from the Southern Barbarians sent Gu food, and they just made a move to attack Mianzhu in a roundabout way."

Below, ladders stood silently in the craftsmen and soldiers' hands, and more importantly, the stone thrower had already set up a base. The Roman auxiliary soldiers pushed the stored stone bullets off the shaft chariot with bare shirtlessness and landed on the ground with a bang.

In the slightly slanted autumn sky, the branches withered and the dead leaves fell down, and were caught by a big hand that stretched out. Gongsun Zhi rubbed his fingers on the yellow and crisp leaves, closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the tranquility of the moment before siege. "You say, these Shu generals who surrendered to Liu Bei, just want to be ministers who follow the dragon?"

The warm sunlight moved over, shining on his face through the spots of the branches, his eyelids trembled slightly, and his voice was quiet: "But unfortunately I was standing in the wrong team. Even if I had the heart to open my mind, I would always be liquidated in the future..."

Below the mountain, the high ladder was completed in the hands of the people and handed it to the Xiliang soldiers in front of them. The stone thrower was also adjusted at the last seat. The knight wearing a cow horn helmet and a giant axe galloped on his horse and shouted: "Prepare to start the war."

Pan Feng's voice came vaguely, and Gongsun Zhi's words on the big chair continued: "...... It's time to clean up this Shu area, and then all the people from the Southern Barbarians will stay."

"King of Jin." Next to him, Liu Ye, the attendant of the Sanqin, whispered: "... Whether it is to eat people or kill those officials who surrender to Liu Bei, they will leave some bad reputation for the King of Jin."

There were many sounds of winch rotation and intertwining below, and a voice was heard shouting: "Put it" Gongsun Zhi on the chair opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved it. In his sight, several stone bullets drew trajectories in the sky and flew towards the city wall. He whispered: "Which founding king in all dynasties has not had a dark heart or hands?"

The tall figure slowly stood up, the thick beard with his chin was stroking in the wind, his eyes looked cold in the sun, and his words were deep and said: "Just leave the kindness to the backs to do it."

Five stone bullets hit the city walls, battlements, and among the running Shu soldiers. A shrill screamed and shouted loudly across the city. Soon after, the war drums beat again, shaking through the sky.

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To the north of Mianzhu, weapons collided, shouting and killing were like tides, and the whine of beasts mixed with the whine of fierce beasts was crumpled into a ball on this battlefield, and then burst out.

On the ground with blood on his face, the human footsteps crossed the broken corpse, stabbed the barbarian soldiers to death, and then was torn to death by the rapid beasts pounced on the ground, and the elephant trunks with a circle of iron thorns swung over them, and the colorful body pounced on the human body was flying out. The sharp soles of the feet struggled and thrust on the ground for a few times, but finally they were unable to get up.

"Can you know the northern land of Vilan?"

On the battle elephant carrying the arrow tower, Pi Lan, who once came from Kushan, ran a big belly and controlled the reins and hit the Mulu King opposite. When he spoke skillful Chinese, the two battle elephants cried and collided fiercely, and their teeth drew blood marks on the other party's body. Because of the iron armor, there was not much damage. In the huge vibration, the arrow tower shook, and Pi Lan almost fell from above. The Mulu King opposite was not feeling well. He only had a saddle, and he fixed his body with his legs. Under the violent impact, if he had not reached out to hold the elephant's ear, he would have been thrown down.

With a high spirit, Mulu King did not expect that there would be war elephants in the opponent's army, which made him have a lot of blows to his mentality of taming wild beasts in combat. In addition, the opponent's war elephants entered the battlefield and had a tendency to regain the situation, and were suddenly beaten back. The Western barbarians holding large round shields and wearing red shorts were like human-shaped beasts, with one shield and one spear, which would inevitably push the cave soldiers under his command away or stab him to death.

This made him want to retreat...

Blood was everywhere, running under his feet, and the dust splashed rose to the sky. On the battlefield in the middle, the vine armored soldiers wielding the blades were taken back by two spear nails, and rushed up again with a fierce roar. The next second, in the shaking vision, an iron hammer swung across the side of the Western barbarians and hit the vine armor. A dull sound came out. The vine armored soldiers spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew back directly, rolling on the ground twice, and remained motionless in a lying posture.

The sturdy and shorter Roman soldiers took their shields to make way. A tall and strong Dingling man walked out with a long-handled round-headed iron hammer. They were only wearing leather armor. However, because they lived in the ice field in the extreme north of the grassland since childhood, their terrifying figure gave people a great sense of oppression. The Ni warriors from the mountains in the south, who were crazy, suddenly saw such an enemy, and their hands shaking the knife trembled.

What's more, the vine armor that was not afraid of slashing and stabbing was no different from wearing linen clothes in front of the heavy hammer. The vine armor soldiers who rushed into the Roman front were caught off guard and were hit by the heavy hammer that suddenly came out. The vine armor was intact, and the flesh and blood inside burst open. The internal organs were all shook with huge force, and the unlucky people were directly hit by the head of the squirting hammer. The vine helmet flew out together with the brain, sprinkling everywhere.

With the support of the front battlefield by Dingling people, the Roman phalanx formed a team again, pushing towards the opposite side to echo the Spartans on both wings and launched an encirclement. The Wutu bones leading the Vine Armor Army were also sandwiched on the front line, pressing the shield against one hand, pushing the opponent back with one hand, lifting the copper-ringed sword in his hand and slashing it over, cutting out a dent in the iron-clad shield, and the Roman soldiers behind the shield retreated one after another, and then fell to the ground.

He was extremely tall and stood one shoulder higher than his shoulder when he stood in the crowd. It was particularly conspicuous. During the process of killing in, there were eight enemies killed and injured under his sword. If he fought alone, few people could take over his powerful force. When he was about to kill the enemy on the ground, the raised blade fell down and exploded with a loud bang. A long sword flew over his sword and then landed on the ground. He turned his sight and the sound of horse hooves came in an instant among the fighting crowd.

He turned sideways and held up his sword to block it. A war horse hit him directly. The air roared. A round-headed iron hammer hit Wu Tubo's sword. While a huge metal and iron clashed, his body like an iron tower held the knife and took two steps back by the blow. At the same time, a vine armored soldier was knocked to the ground by Wu Tubo's retreating Wu Tubo.

"You are the people from the Southern Barbarians who dare to go to the Han territory to commit rampant things, so don't go back."

On the running war horse, Wu Anguo's voice showed a fierce moment. Wu Tubo lowered his body and roared: "Come on." He waved his sword and slashed hard against the war horse that charged again, and his broad mouth was grinning and cracked open. The blade suddenly deflected downward as it waved.

On the opposite side, the howling hammer also swung wide.

可

puff!

While the running horse's hooves suddenly broke off under the blade, the whistling iron hammer hit the iron helmet of Wutu. The grim expression solidified. In the blurry sight, the broken-legged war horse bent forward with a wail, and fell to the ground with a bang. Wu Anguo was also thrown out and rolled on the ground a few times. When he got up, the barbarian generals there shook, and then fell down with a bang.

The surrounding soldiers of the vine armor and swords rushed over to grab people. Ah Huinan and the head of the tooth rushed over to stop Wu Anguo. Soon after, the fight broke out again. As the Spartan army on both wings advanced to the encirclement, Meng Huo could see that the defeat was revealed, so he had to give an order to retreat.

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The sky clouds on the west side are red, and the crows stand on the branches and make a creeping cry.

"Why did you lose...how did you lose..."

"Those Western barbarians rely on their formation, we can do it next time."

"...what are you afraid of?! A bunch of dark-skinned barbarians..."

On the river bank where the camping was built, Meng Huo washed his face. The cave soldiers sitting around him chatted in the ninth tribe in a slight conversation about the war in the afternoon. After listening for a while, Ah Huinan, the three golden rings, the Mulu King, and the Wutu Bone that wrapped his head had already come here, with a look of depressedness.

"Today's defeat is not our reason. Don't be discouraged. Since the war has been fought and the revenge has been formed, the warriors of the Nepal clan will never retreat timidly because the enemy is strong!"

King Mulu sat cross-legged on the ground, bandaged with one hand, with blood. He almost fell into an elephant before. In desperation, he grabbed the elephant's ear and cut off a finger. The severe pain made him feel a little difficult to breathe. "But we lack the formation of each other. In the past, we could win by storm in the mountains... Look at Wu Tu's bones, and his head was almost beaten. I think Liu Bei's money and food are not that easy to get."

"That man is too cunning." The turbulent bones that bandaged the head and smashed the stone. If it weren't for his extraordinary talent and his iron helmet blocking it, it would be hard to say whether he could live there. At this time, he was quite ashamed and angry: "Today's big deal, war will start tomorrow. Let's see if I capture the man!"

While speaking, a soldier who went to the battlefield to collect his body hurriedly returned: "The king... over there... then..."

"What's going on?" Meng Huo was in a bad mood and frowned at the other party.

"The Han people helped us take away all the bodies of our tribe..."

Everyone looked at each other and stood up with Meng Huo. After a while, the latter said lightly: "Go and see what tricks those people are going to do."

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The dim sunset shone through the fields, and chariots were on the Thessaris. The Numidians pulled blood and corpses to spread out the battlefield. The creaking sound of the shafts turning and the sound of human footsteps alarmed the crows pecking at the meat. They lifted the bodies along the way and put them on the chariots. They did not rush to leave, but someone took clean water to wash the bodies. Occasionally, the sound of horse hooves stopped in the distance. They just looked up and ignored them.

"What are they doing..." Meng Huo's brows frowned even more, "...what do with the corpse."

"When I was in Mianzhu Pass, I heard from the Han general that the soldiers and horses in the north were short of food, would it be..."

Apart from each other, a chill arose in everyone's hearts.

The vision passed through the dim skylight, scarlet plasma oozed out of the carriage, flowing down the axle and stream. Suddenly, a black hair and scalp were thrown out. A Numidian black man excitedly pulled something with his hands. Meng Huo and others standing in the distance seemed to hear a "hiss" sound from the air.

He lifted up a complete human skin and threw it to the ground. Then the internal organs...skulls...heart...cleaned hands and feet bones, and the clean thoracic skeletons cut by a knife. Only bloody pieces were left neatly piled up in the chariot, emitting a strong smell of blood. They rotated along the shaft and drove to the location of the military camp, leaving two long red and dazzling shaft marks.

In the other directions, there were more such chariots. Some undead barbarians were broken in their stomachs while screaming, and pulled out their internal organs with blood and mucous membranes. A Thessari, who seemed to be quite experienced, muttered gestures to his companions, took the knife from the other party, and gently stabbed the knife into the back of the neck of the dead barbarian. When his wrist turned, he heard the sound of the neck bone being dislocated, and a honest smile appeared on his face. The blade cuts the skin and flesh, removes the head intact, and then turns the body over. He does not use a knife to tear the skin and peel off the entire skin easily.

"The flesh on the arms, the thighs are the best, and the fat and tender buttocks are...."

As he spoke, he quickly cut all the flesh on his thighs and arms, and made them neatly, and threw the rest in the wilderness to feed the beasts.

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"They are doing...human suck?"

There are also people-eating tribes in the mountains. There are almost no such people who eat people through military means. Meng Huo has never heard of such things, but the tribes in the southwest mountains are fierce. "Everyone of the people of the Ugo Kingdom can eat tigers, leopards, and flesh, how can I lose to them in the southwest Ni tribe?"

"We only eat wild beasts and flesh..."

Wu Tugu jumped up almost angrily, pointing at the Western barbarians who were slaughtering the corpses over there, shouting: "...... They are eating people, why are you fighting in this battle? They eat people, and we can't even go back to the bones!" After that, he turned around and ran back, roaring: "I want to take my tribe back, I won't play with you anymore! I want to go home ah ah ah ah ah"

That night, more than 5,000 people from the Ugo Kingdom began to retreat, and the rest, such as Mulu King, King Duosi, also wanted to retreat. Before dawn, the southwestern barbarian army, with only more than 60,000 people, rose up. However, the Western tribes who were inquired, followed and chased after them. When more than 40 miles away from Mianzhu, the entire Ni tribe army was killed and collapsed. The bodies were later sorted out and dried and made into human jelly.

In Chengdu, located in the southeast, first sent a letter of help from Mianzhu Pass, which made Liu Bei worry for a while. Soon after, he heard that the 70,000 barbarian soldiers led by Meng Huo, the southwestern barbarian king, had no news and could not speak for a long time. Zhuge Liang and Fa asked next to him: "Lord, what did the letter say?"

"Meng Huo's soldiers... were eaten." Liu Bei murmured.

There is only one short sentence in the letter: There are tens of thousands of white bones in the wilderness.

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