Not to mention that in the following time, after Xu Feng finished vomiting, he didn't even have time to wipe the dirt off his mouth, and continued to lift rocks, constantly hitting the Turks who were climbing up the ladder.
In fact, the situation of other netizens is not much better.
"Saki~" The one-eyed dragon roared out this sentence.
There was a hint of pain in the voice.
That's because he had just been hit by a wolf-fang arrow on his left shoulder; because it was shot through the gap in the armor, even with the protection of the Tang Army's high-quality armor, the location where the arrow was hit has begun to bleed.
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One of his left arms is obviously a little weak now.
The problem is that at this time, the people on the city wall can no longer care about the injury.
To be more precise, in the face of the situation where the Tibetans began to attack the city from all sides with their huge forces, the Anxi Army's defense force on the city wall was very tight, and now anyone who could move was fighting.
There are no battlefield medics at all, the process of treating and taking the wounded down.
Amid the shouts of the one-eyed dragon, Lao Yang and two other netizens worked together to lift a log weighing at least two to three hundred kilograms and threw it down the ladder.
The wood that rolled along the ladder obviously had a better killing effect than the stone.
After the tree rolled to the end of the ladder, there were seven or eight people climbing on the entire ladder, and all of them were cleared away.
However, before Lao Yang could feel nauseated and vomiting, and his whole body was weak to wait for the reaction after the murder, a sharp arrow hit the helmet on his head.
Thanks to Lao Yang five minutes ago, he took off the Tang Army's standard helmet with bloodstains from the head of an old soldier who died in battle. It was of excellent quality and the sharp arrow did not penetrate the helmet, saving his life.
But when Lao Yang heard a loud clang on his helmet and a pain in his head, he felt panicked.
In the modern dimension, because of his profession as a salesman, he has seen a lot of society, but the most dangerous situation is nothing compared to an arrow in the head.
The illusion of being shot in the head and about to die soon appeared in his mind, causing him to take a few steps back in fear and collapse to the ground.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that I touched my head that I realized what I was doing.
But before he even had time to rejoice, he was kicked by the Cyclops and staggered. As warm saliva splashed on his face, the Cyclops's yells and curses also fell clearly in his ears:
"Are you dead? If not, just keep getting up and throwing.
Whether it’s a piece of wood or a rolling stone, you have to throw something down~”
Amidst such rough kicking and yelling, Lao Yang found himself gradually numb; in the following time, he mechanically lifted up wooden logs, rolling stones, and even Turkic corpses, and smashed them down at the bottom of the city.
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Finally, the sound of trumpets signaling retreat reached my ears from outside the city.
When those crazy Turks receded like a tide, Lao Yang finally realized that they actually successfully repelled an attack.
After realizing this, he suddenly felt that all the strength in his body was drained away.
After his whole body went limp, he lay down on the crevices of the wall that was covered in blood and was quite greasy. His chest and abdomen began to rise and fall violently, and he kept breathing heavily.
It looked like a fish that was about to die after landing on the beach.
And other netizens are almost like birds, boss, stop laughing at the second child.
The most serious figure among them is Hu Biao; the tortoise shell-like Mingguang Armor on his body not only has strong defensive power, but also has an astonishing weight.
Now this guy couldn't even do the simple action of sitting down. He was lying on the ground with all four limbs in the air, panting like an old cow.
At the same time, the rookies who had survived the battle and were extremely excited did not notice some details.
For example, in this attack, the second cavalry team of Xuange Camp suffered few casualties; not counting minor injuries, a total of four people were killed and three were seriously injured.
In comparison, they killed at least 200 Tibetans, and the results can be described as brilliant.
The reason for this is due to the outrageous combat experience gained by veterans such as Liang Daya, as well as the superb martial arts skills honed over many years.
It's just that they are all old after all. They just repelled an attack, and their faces showed obvious fatigue.
If this continues, their physical strength will be exhausted. By then, their hands, feet and reactions will be slowed down, and no matter how much experience and martial arts they have, it will be useless.
But even so, the backs of these old soldiers still stood straight, like a deadly horse.
Among the four people who died in the battle, there was an unlucky netizen.
He was an otaku codenamed "Fire Machine", who claimed to be the UP owner of a small website, and had tens of thousands of fans.
When a Turk rushed to the top of the city, he cut off half of the neck of Huoji, who was hugging the stone at the time.
When the scholar brandished his horizontal sword and hacked the Turk to death in the next second, he found that the lighter was already dead and did not even need to be rescued.
****
"Is the golden juice ready? You losers, you should move faster~"
Niu Laizi, the boss of the sewage treatment plant boy Lang Qing's boss, slashed the horizontal knife in his hand and chopped down a Turk who had just jumped onto the city wall to the ground.
Then he hurriedly rushed towards the next opponent who appeared.
During this process, he roared like this without looking back, and his tone was full of eagerness to the point of getting angry.
No way! The current time is only 11:21 in the morning.
There are still 11 and a half hours left before the end of this mission, which is quite far away.
But the siege of Kucha City has already entered the third attack by the Tibetan army; this time Hu Biao and his opponents are the people Liang Daya and others called "Sogdians" in their curses.
Guy.
Before that, in addition to repelling the Tuyuhun and Turks, they also repelled separate attacks launched by the Dangxiang people.
In short, these natives who used to be loyal to the Tang Dynasty were gathered together by the Tubo people after traveling thousands of miles away. Now, in order to please the new masters of the Tubo people, they acted as cannon fodder and launched a crazy attack.
Often after the previous group of people had to retreat due to excessive casualties, not long after that, another group of people rushed up screaming and carrying crude ladders.
The time gap between retreating and advancing is not long at all.
There was no time for everyone in the city to take a breather and recover their strength.
So now, despite the fact that the Tubo people have not really taken any action, they can only launch an attack like a wheel battle by their subordinates.
But the pressure on the city is already quite great.
And when such a curse fell on his ears, Lang Qing, who was holding a cattail leaf fan to spread the wind on the stove, did not show the slightest submissiveness in front of these veterans of the Tang Army.
Instead, he yelled back angrily: "It'll be fine soon, why are you yelling?"
The reason for this was not that Lang Qing was floating in the air, but that he felt like he was going crazy.
Why? Gold juice, also known as excrement water, if it is poured on the opponent's head under normal circumstances, the effect will be nauseating.
As long as it is boiled to a boiling point and then poured down, even if the opponent is wearing heavy armor, it will cause huge damage, not to mention complications such as wound infection afterwards.
As for why the fecal water was boiled and opened, it was not sterilized.
Damn it! He, Lang Qing, is not a scientist, how could he know?
So after the war started, Lang Qing and others were assigned the task of heating the buckets of golden juice they had picked up two days ago in a large pot.
Good guy! Lang Qing finally figured out what boiled Xiang smells like.
Even if he wanted to use cotton strips to completely block his nostrils, the smell from it almost killed him.
What's even worse is that even if he tried his best to light the fire, facing the tide of opponents coming up, the heated golden juice was simply not enough.
So much so that until now, all the cries of killing and screams on the battlefield have been ignored by Lang Qing.
What kept ringing in my mind were all kinds of yells and urgings: 'Are you ready?', 'Hurry up, you loser', 'You are more capable than a mother-in-law'.
In this case, the poor guy almost went crazy.
In comparison, his life in the sewage treatment plant was so easy, even beautiful...
