The time is 2:30 noon, and there are still 8 and a half hours left before the system task is completely completed.
Huang Yizhi, a flexible fat man weighing more than 200 pounds, now feels that he can no longer be flexible.
Especially the heavy breathing from his open mouth made him realize that his current appearance must have resembled that of an old cow plowing the fields.
Without him! In the modern world, he is just an ordinary data clerk in a certain company.
What I'm good at is being familiar with the anime plots and characters of various island countries, as well as chatting with people on the Internet; a city defense battle like this where both sides fight to the death is really too unfamiliar and difficult.
If he could, he was willing to pay any price to get him away from this damn place immediately.
Back in the modern dimension, back in his small and messy rental house, he can pick up his phone and watch the new show he is following.
It's not that he is so addicted to that stuff, it's mainly because of the feeling of peace and tranquility. He didn't think there was anything beautiful about it before.
After only a few days of experience, I found that it is so beautiful and precious.
Of course, the idea of going back early can only be a beautiful fantasy.
At present, the only way to go back smoothly seems to be to stay up for more than 8 hours, until 11 o'clock in the evening.
Just for this point, as the battle continued, Huang Yizhi gradually began to despair.
He threw a stone in his hand towards the bottom of the city wall, knocking down two Tuyuhun people who were setting up ladders and trying to climb up.
I didn't even have time to take a closer look, were these two guys smashed to death?
Immediately, he became short and planned to pick up a new stone and continue to smash it.
Mainly because he was worried that if he moved a little slower, the enemies under the city wall in front of him would take the opportunity to attack the city wall, causing the battle between the two sides to enter a melee mode.
After all, Huang Yizhi could barely do it by throwing things in such a condescending manner.
But once the battle entered into hand-to-hand combat, based on his understanding of his own combat power, he still had quite a bit of strength, but he really couldn't beat the opponent.
However, when I struggled to bend my nearly broken waist to lift a stone, I found that the place was empty.
During the interval of the last attack, some of the bricks, wood, and stones brought up by some veterans who demolished the houses were thrown away again.
"What the hell~" At the same time as he cursed, Huang Yizhi started to retreat wildly behind him.
Why? Because with the opponent's crazy climbing style of climbing the city wall, and the slight delay just now, maybe the situation will be bad.
This is indeed the case. When Huang Yi looked up when he was retreating, he could see a Tuguhun man with an ecstatic face, who had already climbed in from outside the wall.
Driven by the instinct of survival, Huang Yizhi touched something unknown with his right hand, stood up and faced the man to greet him.
At this juncture, if you don't want to fight hand-to-hand or don't know how to fight, you have to bite the bullet.
When he touched something in his hand and instinctively smashed it out, Huang Yizhi was pleasantly surprised, because what he touched was actually a horizontal knife.
The Tuyuhun people who had just climbed in slipped their feet after jumping in, and they had no time to stand up yet; so there was a good opportunity.
It's a pity that the Tuyuhun man has much more combat experience than Huang Yizhi.
Seeing that he couldn't get up in time to fight, he simply stopped standing, lowered his head, bent over, and hit Huang Yizhi head-on with his leather-helmeted head.
The next second, the horizontal knife in Huang Yizhi's hand struck the opponent's back, directly smashing his leather armor and creating a long and deep wound inside.
It's a pity that this sword failed to completely hit the opponent.
Instead, the severe pain and threat of death made the Tuyuhun man go crazy.
The head slammed into Huang Yizhi's belly full of fat. Because he was not wearing armor, even with the thick fat cushion, the fat man felt that his overnight meal was almost knocked out.
But he knew that now was not the time to cry out about pain.
The left hand pressed the opponent's neck, and the horizontal knife held in the right hand began to chop wildly on the opponent's back like a hard-working chef chopping meat.
One sword, two swords, three swords~
After the Tuyuhun man bumped into him, I don't know if he was knocked unconscious, but he still didn't get up.
He pressed his head against Huang Yizhi's belly, grabbed the skirt of his waist with his left hand, and used his right fist as big as a clay pot to hit the waist and abdomen of the flexible fat man, beating him desperately.
Seven or eight seconds later, the Tuyuhun man, whose back was chopped to pieces and was so bloody that it was almost impossible to see, finally lay on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
It seems that Huang Yizhi, who had the last laugh in this fight, was not happy at all.
Hey, why is the grandson of Tuyuhun so strong and his fists so heavy? After receiving dozens of punches in a row, he now feels like half of his body bones are about to be broken.
Even the internal organs were turned upside down, and for a while I couldn't even straighten my waist.
The only good thing was that Captain Wang, who was covered in blood, had already come over to kill him. He swung the pumpkin hammer with both hands and smashed the head of the head to pieces.
Even though this gap was blocked, the opponent could not take the opportunity to rush forward with many people at once.
"I definitely won't make it to 11 o'clock at night. Escape is a sure thing. Surrendering is probably a no-brainer. I'm done for." This is the truest thought in Huang Yizhi's mind right now.
At the thought of dying in such a horrible place, this fat man's heart was filled with complex emotions including anger, fear, sadness and so on.
After being combined together, it finally turned into Huang Yizhi, who yelled out with resentment:
"I am your surname Hu. Aren't you a trainee commander? Tell me what to do now? I don't want to die, I want to live..."
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"How the hell do I know what to do? I want to live too! Which of you has thought of me as a commander before, and now you ask me what to do? I know your grandma is stupid..."
When he heard this sentence, Hu Biao, who was about to collapse under the huge pressure, roared wildly.
At this moment, he was about fifteen or six meters away from Huang Yizhi on the left hand side. He was holding a picked up scimitar in his hand and was hacking continuously.
As for the target, it is the palms of opponents who are trying to climb the city wall.
Every time the knife was struck, half of a palm, or a few fingers, were left on the wall covered with bloodstains, indescribable blood.
And under the severe pain from their fingers to their hearts, those unlucky ones could no longer continue climbing and fell down screaming.
It's a pity that they couldn't be beaten to death, because the corpses piled up layer by layer under the city gave them an excellent buffer, and they couldn't kill them at all.
Hu Biao made a series of curses full of resentment and stopped in the middle of the curse.
Because at such a moment, the scholar came over with a sudden kick and staggered Hu Biao all the way away, almost hitting the wall with his head.
After Hu Biao, who was originally angry, came to his senses, he immediately wanted to get angry; because at this point, he felt that he had nothing to fear.
What about the old soldier? I am also about to die. Even if I am not hacked to death by the Tubo people, I will be crushed to death by the armor on my body.
The reason he was able to persist until now was because he lay on the ground to rest after every battle.
As a result, the curse came to his lips and he had to hold it back.
Because he saw that the scholar's neck was pierced by a sharp arrow shot by a projectile method; now he fell to the ground, covering his neck with one hand and died.
In addition, there were several arrows planted on the ground next to the scholar.
Obviously, if Xiucai hadn't kicked him at the critical moment, it might have been him, Hu Biao, who fell to the ground now.
Even the bright light armor on his body can theoretically block the arrows thrown up like this; but don't forget, this thing is not a 360-degree protection without blind spots.
Hu Biao's mood fluctuated to the extreme. He couldn't tell whether it was guilt or emotion in his heart.
He yelled: "Fight to the death and kill these bastards. Since I can't survive anymore, I have to drag a few people on my back before I die."
As he spoke, the scimitar in his hand struck down again, hitting a newly emerged forehead.
After slashing a leather helmet, a deep wound was left on the Tianling Cap.
At the same time, another group of reinforcements rushed up to the city wall, but these people were not even veterans in logistics, but just civilians holding sticks in their hands.
Among them were businessmen with a big belly, orchids in beautiful short skirts, and even underage children.
They also knew very well that for Kucha City, which was a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh, they would basically not be able to survive once it was attacked by the Tibetans.
Just barely living, maybe it would be better to die.
In short, the fight has reached now, and the blood in Kucha City is almost drained...
