Chapter 7: The Golden Age (Fifth Level) They are not human beings! Amidst the howling of wolves, Xie Yingden’s eyes turned red again. What is the essential difference between Turks and Central Plains people? To be honest, most of the guardians on the Great Wall before this were not
It was clear that even if they had seen abandoned villages after being attacked by wolf cavalry, that was only after the massacre and looting had occurred, which would not have left a too exciting impression. Moreover, at this time, there were many rogue bandits in the Central Plains who were famous for their brutality.
, such as Zhang Jincheng and Zhu Can who like to dig out the hearts and livers of prisoners
But regardless of Zhang Jincheng or Zhu Can, their violence is limited to individuals, and in many cases they kill only those intruders under the Great Wall to establish their authority, specifically the brothers who follow Shibi and Gutuolu.
The Turks, Xi people, Shiwei people and many other barbarians who went south, from top to bottom, all killed the conquered as sacrifices with a pious mentality. In the eyes of all of them, the conquered were not the same kind.
, but cattle, sheep and livestock that can be slaughtered at will
They are not of the same kind, and even if there is killing, they will not be carried out in such a pious and natural way. There has never been a moment when everyone now understands the reason why Li Xu sticks to the Great Wall. He is not stubborn, nor is he seeking fame because he is better than others.
Everyone knows that if the Turks are allowed to enter the country, it will not only be a disaster for a few families, but also the complete destruction of the entire Central Plains.
Everything in front of him suddenly seemed like a dream. When did the sacrificial ceremony end? Xie Yingden couldn't be sure when the enemy started to attack. Xie Yingden couldn't be sure either. He only remembered that his mission today was to prevent the enemy from climbing to the top of the city. Regardless of whether the enemy was charging up.
It was the same with a group of other people who had witnessed the whole ceremony. When the Turks had just approached the city wall, they immediately raised their weapons and rushed from the beacon tower to the nearby crenel Zuo Sima. The Germans warned the guests several times not to take risks.
First, the Boling Army and the Hedong Army dealt with the enemy's attack, but they were not willing to listen. Everyone was blown away by the bloody smell on the altar, or everyone was awakened by the bloody ceremony. Something deep in their hearts that they had forgotten.
Shoulders shoulder to shoulder, they held up their steel swords and stabbed them randomly, quickly defeating the first wave of attacks from the wolf riders.
"Generals, please pay attention to your safety. The brothers who come to help must not be leaderless!" Seeing the opportunity, the German side once again urged the Turks to just conduct a tentative attack after the sacrifice. A more difficult battle is still to come, and any one of them will
The premature death of the reinforcement generals will greatly damage the morale and unity of the defenders.
"At least, I don't have to die on the altar!" Han Jianhong wiped the blood from his face and replied in a shameless manner. His words almost represented the common thoughts of all the heroes, and countless people responded with a bang.
"Before I die, I will also take a few people on my back!" "If you want to enter the Great Wall, all the people I brought will be dead!" The heroes echoed in unison, trying to cover up the panic and uneasiness deep in their hearts.
They all claim to be people who have taken countless lives under their command, but today, for the first time, they feel the fear of killing.
"It is said that there are nearly 200,000 wolf riders, and there are many warriors from other tribes who were deceived by Gutuolu." Shi Defang scratched his head anxiously, "I don't know how many days this battle will take. If there is something wrong with you, stay here."
Who will bring the bones to the brothers who have come down? Tolu's close relatives haven't come up yet. If you fight these soldiers, aren't you killing a chicken with a sledgehammer?"
As he spoke, he winked desperately at his brother. Li Xu gave him the hard work of coordinating the subsequent reinforcements. He did not want to be punished by the general several times because something happened to these unruly guys.
After giving the signal, Shi Derui finally understood his brother's difficulties, laughed a few times, and took the lead to appeal to everyone: "The Germans are right. Since ancient times, soldiers are fighting against soldiers, and generals are against generals. If we follow a group of explorers,
The little pawns are fighting to the death. Wouldn’t that make Gutuolu that much happy? Give the owner of this place some face! Let’s all rest for a while. When General Li gives the order, it won’t be too late to go forward and kill the thieves!”
"What the leader said makes sense!" Shangguan Bi's face turned pale due to the smell of blood on the altar, but his mind was far clearer than the others. "Since everyone is here, we must unify the order and just blindly kill indiscriminately. On the contrary, it will
It messed up our own situation!"
"Then let's go to the beacon tower to watch the battle and wait until General Li gives the order!" The heroes gradually regained their senses and replied hoarsely.
Just now, everyone was not deliberately trying to disgrace the German side, but the enemy's behavior was so horrifying that you can't even describe their actions with just the word brutality. In the eyes of those tribal warriors and shamans, they sacrificed the blood of living people.
It is by no means cruel, it is just part of their habits and traditions. But whether they are Shi Derui from the Central Plains, or Liu Jizhen and Shangguan Bi from the fortress, they can no longer accept such a tradition.
The second wave of attacks began soon. This time, the Turks and his servants changed the direction of attack. They tried to stay away from the beacon tower where the defenders had placed their crossbows, and followed the pre-planned route, circling in groups.
While running towards the temporarily repaired city wall at the bottom of the valley and the gate nailed with giant wood on the wall, they repeatedly chanted hymns about wolves and prey, as if they could ignore the hail of arrows falling from the top of the city.
Under the unified command of the German side, the defenders began to launch arrows in an orderly manner to suppress large numbers of attackers. Some fell to the ground halfway, and some were directly shot through the chest and neck. One arrow killed others, but unfortunately they were shot.
Holding the wound on the thigh or lower abdomen, he rolled on the grass. The lush grass was soon dyed red with human blood, and it was extremely slippery. However, the successors ignored the mud under their feet and the whines around them, singing songs and rushing forward.
"We are the descendants of the wolf. The strong muscles and bones given to us by the Immortal God are our teeth, and the war horses are our wings..." Death suddenly became a very sweet thing, causing the wolf riders and tribal warriors to
Interested, as if rushing to attend a banquet
"Reach out, grab, chop off the man's head, drag the woman into the tent..." They announced their arrival and their highest ideals with songs.
Occasionally, someone was hit by stones or rolling logs thrown from the city wall, and the singing was immediately mixed with long howls, but the rhythm of the entire song remained unchanged. The death wails of dozens of people could not suppress the singing of thousands of fanatics.
Instead, it turned into a strange harmony, like a natural accompaniment
"Reach out and get it, get it - ah, chop off the men's heads, drag the women into your tent - ah, ignore their cries and pleas ah-ah ah-ah ah - it's all
It was given to me by the God of Immortality that I am a born hunter, woo-woo-woo--"
Following the corpses and bloodstains of their companions, the first group of crazy tribal warriors finally approached the city gate at the bottom of Huanghuahuozi. The city gate and the nearby city wall were repaired by Cui Qian, the prefect of Zhuo County, before the freezing weather last year.
The height and sturdiness are far less than other nearby sections. If we break through this section of the city wall and gate, a large group of wolf riders can penetrate into the Great Wall along the valley. Compared with fighting the guardians one by one for the city wall crenels and beacon towers, it can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.
That was the weakest section of the Great Wall. The Turks could tell that the defenders were well prepared. Quickly, several arrow towers made of giant trees behind the city wall responded, with armor-piercing cones more than four feet long.
With the sound of the wind, arrows were shot down from behind the arrow tower one after another, each one almost capable of knocking down an attacker. Someone also leaned out from behind the crenellations on the city gate and smashed the huge nails in rows.
The iron chain that was tied to the nail racket made a harsh clattering sound, followed by the muffled sound of heavy objects concentrating on the body. Then the nail racket was quickly pulled up by the guardians, and they quickly dropped it after looking at the right time.
The defender's tricks are full of tricks, but the attacker's methods are lackluster. Apart from constantly shooting arrows at the top of the city, neither the wolf riders nor the other tribal warriors who followed the wolf riders to plunder seemed to be able to find a more appropriate way to defend the city.
The robes near the gate provide support, and the height of the Great Wall and the strong wind in the mountains make it very likely that the arrows shot upward will not hit the target.
As time went by, the attackers and guardians gradually became numb. They kept repeating the previous tricks, constantly trying to kill the enemy, or being killed by the enemy.
The number of corpses in the valley slowly increased, and the wooden city gate quickly turned into a dark red yellow flower. This section of the city wall was originally destroyed by flash floods. The terrain was high in the north and low in the south. The blood of the dead slowly gathered into a stream, slowly flowing down.
Slowly flowing into the city along the gap between the city gate and the ground
"If this continues, Gutuolu will not be able to defeat the Great Wall in three years!" The heroes standing on the beacon tower saw the fierce battle at the city gate and were excited and eager to try.
"That's not necessarily true. The first time they attacked in all directions, the second time they concentrated near the city gate!" Xie Yingden's eyes were solemn and he retorted in a deep voice.
In the first wave of attacks, Gutuolu paid a price of about a thousand people. When the second wave of attacks was launched, Wolf Cavalry found the key attack target.
The third wave of attacks will begin soon. The price paid in the previous trial is just to pave the way for the next attack. Each time, the Wolf Cavalry will learn from the lessons of the previous one and come up with more effective offensive methods.
There are nearly 400,000 soldiers. At this rate of progress...
Moreover, there are more than 400,000 herdsmen who hope to go south to plunder. Xie Yingden clearly remembers that Liu Jizhen said that they, the Huns, were originally the masters of the grassland. The Huns declined, and only the Turks, who were more barbaric than the Huns, could rise.
If the Turks decline, will a nation more barbaric than the Turks emerge on the grassland? Xie Yingden cannot be sure of this. The long songs of the looters vaguely echo in the wind.
"The scimitars are our teeth, and the war horses are our wings..." Outside the Great Wall, the descendants of the Wolf sang war songs, rushing one after another.
