Looking at the familiar and majestic continuous tents, Yuan Fan felt a little weak in the legs. Even if he entered the camp, it was raining continuously, and there were tents on the opposite side. There were only a few hundred people on this side, and half of them were surrendered troops.
A mysterious light flashed through, and the cold body soaked by the rain gained a little more strength, not much, but it gave people an uplifting feeling.
"What is this, destiny?"
Yuan Fan trembled and his body became more stable. The fear in his heart did not diminish, but it was transferred to a man who was as terrifying as a ghost.
The camp gate officer felt a chill in his heart. Then he noticed that there were more footsteps and looked back hurriedly.
Behind him, there were two men who looked like iron towers. They walked lightly and looked back coldly under the raincoats. After that, there was a crowd of people, silently pouring in.
"You..." the camp gate officer subconsciously said, suddenly finding that all the patrolling soldiers had disappeared...
Smelling blood in the air, and looking at the big-eared man's smiling face and cold gaze, the camp gate officer's heart suddenly brightened, and he opened his mouth to shout: "The enemy——"
"Poof", where the long knife was directed, the head flew out and blood splattered.
"Fight in"
In the rain curtain, the sound of drawing knives continued. In the inertia, the surrendering soldiers drew their knives. The sound of horse hooves could be heard clearly from a distance.
"Ah, it's midnight, everyone is sleepy." Yuan Fan said nervously, holding the knife tightly. The eyes of several bandit soldiers who came over fell on the white cloth belt on their arms. In the thin rain curtain, their faces flashed.
Too disenchanted and frightened: "The traitor..."
"Kill" In the cold rain, the shouts of kill suddenly rang out, and everyone around them rushed forward. The attack was so sudden, and some even questioned loudly, but the questioning quickly disappeared, and there were only angry scoldings, and swords drawn towards each other.
The sounds and screams expanded uncontrollably...and soon turned into nothing but the sound of killing.
"I'm sorry, I just want to live and take them to live..." Yuan Fan pulled out the knife from Paoze's body, splattering blood all over his body, and looked away from the eyes that were staring at him. He muttered like this silently, as if
Go back to what I said to myself that night when I was a thief.
"Kill" someone is organizing resistance: "As long as you block it, reinforcements will come and be destroyed..."
These words sounded familiar. Along with the trembling sound of the earthquake, Yuan Fan was pulled away from the main road. He subconsciously turned around and looked outside the camp. The cavalry had already rushed into the camp. There were only about 200 cavalry, but they turned into a stream of iron.
, a slender figure holding a black flag leaned down on the horse, and the man who called himself Ye Qing took advantage of the situation to get on the horse. Under the blazing courtyard, there was the cold light of a long sword unsheathed.
I saw the light of swords, long knives, spears... the ferocious triangle of sharp arrows reappeared, rushing towards the place where the troops were reunited. The cavalry behind them followed closely and turned, facing the enemy directly in front without fear, and the black torrent surged one after another.
The resisting body was trampled on, the sound of cracking bones, the muffled sound of flesh being crushed into mud, the sound of horses falling, the sound of swordsmen clashing, the cry of killing, the scream... everything was like an encounter in the middle of the night.
A recurrence of tragedy.
Yuan Fan closed his eyes subconsciously, but this time he was not stunned, but realized that this group of cavalry was already his teammates, at least for now.
A cavalry officer fell off his horse while charging, rolled up, bared his teeth and covered his injured shoulder, then rushed past Yuan Fan, swung his sword, staring at the white cloth strip on his arm, the blade was just a few inches in front of his neck.
He wiped it all over and chopped it on a bandit who was about to counterattack Yuan Fan: "Are you guilty of something stupid and want to die?"
Yuan Fan came to his senses. On this chaotic battlefield, he was only slightly sluggish for a moment. He was separated from the infantry brigade and was treated as a soft persimmon by both officials and thieves. The fear of passing by life and death could not be more clear to his consciousness tonight.
Now that I'm in this situation...there's really no turning back
He followed the cavalry officers and soldiers and charged forward. The loess road was a bit muddy and the enemies had been killed in front. The cavalry officers and soldiers were extremely skilled in martial arts. Yuan Fan was lucky and finally caught up with the main force.
"Sir, my name is..."
"As a thief, I have no interest in knowing."
"The rain has stopped, God help me, let me set fire," someone shouted in front, and with just a finger, a small ball of flame flew out and landed in the tent.
When Yuan Fan saw that the rain had indeed stopped, and saw that the tent was on fire, he rushed forward, picked up a handful of burning camp cloth, and waved it towards other tents.
The sound of killing in the distance was getting louder and louder. Yuan Fan lit seven in a row, panting and looking around. There was thick smoke everywhere, as well as thieves running in embarrassment, and crazy shouts. These people even ignored the enemies they were killing.
When he roared, it was almost like a cry before death. It hit his eardrums and nerves in the silent and dark night. His eyes went straight and he tore the clothes on his body.
Yuan Fan's scalp was numb and he almost shouted.
"The camp is roaring," the cavalry officers and soldiers previously shouted with joy.
In ancient times, military camps had strict rules. Not to mention shouting loudly, even chatting without incident was in danger of life. Moreover, the military camp was an authentic place of killing. The military regulations had the so-called "Seventeen Articles and Fifty-four Kills". Soldiers lived on tenterhooks.
You can imagine the mental depression that comes over the years.
Moreover, the army is very dark. Officers bully soldiers wantonly, veterans gang up to bully recruits, and soldiers form cliques to fight openly and covertly. Conflicts accumulate year after year, all suppressed by military discipline. Before the war, everyone's life or death is uncertain, and they don't know when.
After his death, his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
The bandit soldiers were originally just farmers who relied on burning, killing, looting and looting to maintain their sanity. When they were attacked, they erupted into this camp roar.
"The camp is roaring, kill them and attack the inner camp." Someone ordered loudly.
The officers and soldiers wearing waterproof cloaks listened to the order and continued to charge, and they were soaked in the rain on the ground like this. Even though the largest number of troops had surrendered, they felt much smaller at this time...
"Did he take advantage of the chaos to escape? Or is he dead?" Yuan Fan didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just ran along and lit a fire.
"No resistance?" Yuan Fan was in disbelief. During the charge, he swung his knife several times. Those who were in the camp were a little confused and they slashed at them. Some were resisting instinctively, and some were not even resisting.
The officers and soldiers only focused on rushing forward, even if someone fell behind.
Yuan Fan couldn't help but turn his head and look, his heart lifted up. He saw the stragglers had lost their weapons and tore up the white linen cloth. Some people even cried and raised their hands: "Don't do it, we are among our own..."
Poof - this man's head fell off.
The few thieves who were still conscious found the courage and fought to chop off the heads of these people, cursing: "Who is one of our own with you..."
"This head belongs to me, don't compete with me..."
These people were killed instantly.
Yuan Fan remained silent and stopped looking back, his steps subconsciously quickened.
There was an order from the front of the team: "Get closer, don't break up, don't be obsessed with fighting, you can survive if you press forward..."
Go forward... you can survive...
Many surrendered soldiers like Yuan Fan have nothing left in their minds. In the overall atmosphere, they rush forward, rush forward, instinctively slash and kill with their swords, and continue to set fire.
Along the way, there was nothing but mud, and only the sound of swordsmen clashing was a reminder of resistance, until the steep wall of the inner village came into view. Facing the closed wooden door, thieves gathered on the wall, and the cold arrows... Yuan Fan became more awake.
"Even if we rush here, it's the end..."
Cheating?
It would be impossible to open it at night without the commander's personal order, let alone when everyone knew it was an enemy attack.
storm?
This inner stronghold was specially designed by Marshal Cheng to guard against sneak attacks by the army after Zhang Gao taught him a lesson last time. It was protected by personal guards. They were well-equipped and well-organized, and had many powerful crossbows. They were as difficult to chew as a tortoise. It was easy to defend for a few moments, and there were so many people around.
There are several miles of battalions, and as soon as they wake up, reinforcements will come in a steady stream.
Ye Qing took the lead and looked away with a sneer: "The response is very fast."
The distance was only a hundred meters away. It was time. Ye Qing no longer conserved his mana. A white light flashed in his hand, blessing all the archers. They all turned over and dismounted in unison. The waterproof cloaks were lifted, and the bow strings opened with a squeaking sound.
One piece, arrows rained down.
These are the fifteen archers selected from among the sergeants. They are familiar with this spell combination. Their long arrows can penetrate the fine rain curtain and weave into an even finer rain of arrows. They can shoot down more than a dozen enemies in an instant and almost none of them miss.
Even though he was an elite rogue, he had never seen such killing efficiency, and he immediately exclaimed: "He is a sharpshooter."
A man's voice rang out from inside: "Hide behind the oar shield and don't show your head. They don't have many people waiting for the rain to loosen their bow strings..."
Ye Qing waved his hand, and another white light flashed through. All the archers subconsciously turned their ears, and then followed the sound of throwing arrows. The arrows were thrown straight behind the wall, making people exclaim: "The commander is injured..."
"Why are you yelling that I'm not dead yet?" The voice roared violently, full of energy, but it changed its direction, showing fear of the arrow rain.
Ye Qing felt a little regretful and pointed his sword straight at him: "Charge forward, and the soldiers will be in front. Anyone who retreats without mercy will be killed without mercy."
The cry of killing started. The wall was actually not high, only about ten feet. Two people could climb up on top of each other. Seeing that they were suppressed by the archer group, they could easily rush in...
Boom——
The sound of war drums suddenly sounded from behind the wall, boom, boom, boom, shaking people's hearts.
This is... a call to the generals
Ye Qing turned his head to listen and saw that the bandit commander Cheng Zhiyuan was beating the drum with his hair disheveled. He also issued an order to organize the defense. All kinds of government-made city defense weapons were put into operation behind the wall, with awnings opened and oars and shields.
Jack up, oil pan, mulberry wood, rhubarb crossbow...
The moment the surrendering troops were forced to climb the wall with cannon fodder, the inner camp instantly changed from a tortoise to a hedgehog. Various attacks came from time to time. Even the non-commissioned officers and shooters were unable to suppress them all. Among the cannon fodder under the camp wall
There were screams one after another, and he retreated, then stepped forward again under the blade of the supervising team.
The situation in the siege of Ant Fu was the most brutal, and it was the same for both sides. Everyone could see the determination of the coach to defend, and it was clear that he wanted to delay time. As long as the camp's own Xiaoli woke up, a few hundred people would swarm forward.
All can be killed.
"The soldiers are no longer able to be used...the fighting spirit is not strong, and they have been exposed to the rain for too long, and their physical strength is also severely reduced."
Ye Qing had the keenest grasp of the changes in the situation, and he cursed angrily: "Is this the level of thieves and bandits? Those outer camps are normal, but the soldiers in this inner camp are comparable to the elite officers and soldiers of the earth. The first level of the wild monsters is so difficult, absolutely