The west wall of Luocheng has completely turned into a hell on earth, as if there is a ferocious beast invisible to the naked eye, spreading its fangs and constantly devouring living human lives.
"Huhuhu..."
As a rare warrior in the Shang Shui Army, Yang Wu's breathing began to become rapid.
It's no wonder, after all, he has stayed at the front line for a full stick of incense, killing and cutting down twenty or thirty Jiejiao slave soldiers.
This number of enemy kills is definitely enough to show off to others. After all, there are many retired soldiers. The total number of enemies they killed in their lifetime may not be as much as the number of enemy kills in the Yangwu battle.
But having said that, it is undeniable that he has almost reached his limit. At this moment, he only feels that the iron shield in his left hand is as heavy as a stone, and he cannot lift it up.
However, those Jiejiao slave soldiers continued to climb up from the city as if there was no end to them.
No, another slave soldier climbed up from directly in front of Yangwu.
At that moment, several thoughts flashed through Yang Wu's mind, such as whether to push him off the city wall with his shield or to chop him over with the knife in his right hand.
However, even though his thoughts had been conveyed to his arms, they felt as if they were filled with lead. They were numb and weak, and he could not lift them up.
Too bad!
Just when he secretly groaned that something was wrong, the Jiejiao slave soldier rushed towards him, grabbed his shield with both hands, and threw him to the ground with the force of his thump.
Yang Wu reacted instantly and used his shield to protect his throat. After all, he had witnessed many soldiers of the same army having their fragile throats bitten off by these slave soldiers, resulting in death.
Perhaps because Yang Wu subconsciously protected his throat, the slave soldier, who knew that he could not survive for long, made an immediate decision and bit Yang Wu's arm with a ferocious look on his face, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat from his arm.
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And in the next breath, a sharp sword was stabbed from the side, piercing the head of the Jiejiao slave soldier with a pop. Then, a big hand picked up the body of the slave soldier and threw it aside casually.
"Are you okay, kid?"
Strange voice...
Yang Wu raised his head and looked at the soldier who had rescued him. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. His face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
"Thank you." Seeing the other person extending his hand, Yang Wu took the other person's hand and stood up.
At this time, the opponent pointed to the inside of the city wall and said: "We have changed defenses, let's go down."
Yang Wu subconsciously looked around and realized that the soldiers who had fought bloody battles had been replaced by soldiers with no blood on their bodies.
Suddenly he felt enlightened.
It turned out that Zhao Hongrun had deployed a total of 8,000 soldiers on the West City Wall. These 8,000 soldiers were divided into two battalions. When one of the battalions was fighting, the other battalion took a break. This was repeated alternately, so that the strength of the West City Wall was reduced.
All soldiers can maintain minimum physical strength.
"Be careful, those people are crazy." Yang Wu warned the man.
Hearing this, the man smiled slightly and said, "I noticed it when I came up..." After saying that, he paused, raised his thumb and praised Yang Wu: "One person blocked a gap of one foot, how powerful it is!"
Yang Wu chuckled, wiped the blood on his face with his hand, but didn't want to touch the bite mark on his arm, grinned in pain, and ran down the stairs on the inside of the city wall.
Like Yangwu, the soldiers who had just fought bloody battles left the city wall one after another, and their posts were taken over by friendly troops who had newly climbed onto the city wall.
After getting off the city wall, Yangwu found Li Hui, Le Bao, Jiao Meng, Jiao Zhong and others who were with him. He grinned after discovering that Li Hui and Le Bao, who had the best relationship with him, were not missing any arms or legs.
He smiled with relief.
This relaxation was so great that Yang Wu felt sore all over his body, as if even his bones were aching. With a snap, he fell to the ground on his back.
At this scene, Li Hui and Le Bao, who were resting, were so frightened that they immediately got up from the ground, rushed over and hurriedly dragged Yang Wu over.
"It's okay, it's okay, I look like I scared you." Yang Wu waved his hands panting, lying on his back on the ground, gasping for air.
"Awu, are you injured?" Li Hui noticed the bite marks on Yangwu's arm, exclaimed, and then shouted loudly: "Here, someone is injured here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a Sheang man holding an ossuary in his hand ran over and applied a green ointment to Yang Wu's bloody arm.
"Wow, what the hell?" Yang Wu, who was resting with his eyes closed, felt a chill in his arms and was startled. He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but was restrained by Li Hui and Le Bao in time.
"This is the herbal ointment of the Yi people. It can stop bleeding quickly after applying it." As he explained, Li Hui pointed to Yangwu's forehead and saw that he also had similar ointment smeared on his forehead.
When Yang Wu heard this, he felt relieved, and immediately looked at Li Hui and asked curiously: "How did you get hurt?"
Li Hui blushed immediately after hearing this.
Seeing this, Le Bao smiled and said: "It's not a shameful thing, is there any need to be ashamed?...At that time, the spear in his hand was grabbed by the slave soldier. In desperation, he grabbed it
The slave soldier pulled him over and knocked him unconscious with his head."
"Really or not?" Yang Wu looked at Li Hui in surprise, with an expression like "How can my familiar friend be so decisive? Don't lie to me", and then asked with interest: "This is quite heroic.
Ah, why are you ashamed?"
"Why are you ashamed?" A malicious smile appeared on Le Bao's face. Before Li Hui could cover his mouth, he said with a smile: "Because not only one fainted, but two."
"Did you faint too?" Yang Wu stared at the embarrassed Li Hui with wide eyes, grinning and laughing.
"That's right." Le Bao shrugged and said with a smile: "In the end, a captain from another corps rescued him and killed the Jiejiao slave soldier."
"Ha ha ha ha"
Yang Wu laughed without any image. In fact, he was not the only one laughing. Other Shangshui soldiers resting nearby also laughed after hearing this.
To be fair, is this funny?
It was funny, but it didn't make the Shang Shui soldiers nearby laugh so heartily.
Perhaps in the final analysis, the soldiers were not smiling at Li Hui, but at the smiles of joy. They were happy that they persisted until the defense was changed and walked down the city wall alive.
It was this joy of surviving a dangerous battlefield with a near-death experience that made them laugh heartily. Some soldiers even smiled and shed tears that also represented joy in their eyes.
These soldiers really need an opportunity to vent their complicated feelings.
But after laughing for a while, the joy gradually faded away, because they knew that after they rested for a while, they would have to walk up the city wall to replace the friendly troops who were fighting bloody battles on the city wall.
When thinking of this incident, recruits like Li Hui, who obviously had little confidence in their abilities, became heavy again.
Gradually, he became taciturn, without any of the excitement he had when he walked down the city wall alive.
At this time, a group of Yi people drove dozens of sheep over. Each sheep carried two baskets on both sides. The baskets were filled with sheep cakes, the food that the Yi people used to fill their stomachs every day.
It might be freshly baked sheep cakes. The soldiers who had just finished a bloody battle sniffed their noses vigorously, and they felt fragrant no matter how they smelled them.
In fact, my stomach, which was not hungry at first, started to growl now.
"Don't fight, everyone has a share!"
Perhaps he noticed that some soldiers stood up and prepared to rush towards the Sheang people. Tang Wang stood up and shouted loudly to stop them.
The people of Chu also steadfastly abide by military discipline. After hearing this, no soldiers tried to fight for it.
Seeing this, the Sheo people began to distribute food in order from near to far.
Li Hui, Yang Wu, Le Bao and others were lucky. The Sheang people came to them at the beginning, and each of them gave them a sheep cake that was as big as two palms and as thick as a knuckle.
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"Hmm..." After taking the sheep cake, Yang Wu couldn't wait to take a big bite, chewing with satisfaction.
At this time, another Shen tribe member handed him a horn cup that was as deep as his palm.
"What is this?" Yang Wu looked at the milky white liquid in the horn cup in a daze.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ran Teng, a general with thousands of people, came from the side.
"Sheep's milk wine."
"Wine?" Yang Wu's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to take the horn cup and took a big sip. Then he smacked his lips and frowned and said, "This wine is so bland and has no taste...but it tastes good."
On the side, Le Bao asked Ran Teng in confusion: "Is this the arrangement of His Highness Prince Su?"
As if he had read through Le Bao's thoughts, Ran Teng nodded and said: "His Royal Highness King Su believes that a little drinking can calm your mood of waiting, and a little drunkenness can also make it easier for you to realize your potential...
I have forgotten the original words of His Highness Prince Su, but that’s what he meant anyway.”
"Oh." Le Bao nodded in relief, took the horn cup, and started eating and drinking the sheep cakes.
"After drinking the goat's milk wine, don't throw away the croissant cup. Put it back in the basket over there. The soldiers on the city wall will use it later." Ran Teng finished instructing the soldiers nearby. When he turned around, he saw Li Hui looking at him.
I was in a daze with the sheep cakes and goat milk wine in my hands. After a moment of confusion, I guessed the reason.
"At times like this, even if you have no appetite and can't eat, you have to forcefully swallow the food, because you don't know when the next meal will be." While warning Li Hui, Ran Teng bit off a piece of sheep cake and chewed it for a few times.
Next, he swallowed it with goat's milk wine, and then solemnly added: "Only with a full stomach can you have the strength to kill the enemy, and only by killing the enemy can you have the possibility of survival! ... Do you understand, recruit?!
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As Ran Teng guessed, Li Hui actually had no appetite at this moment because he had just killed several enemies, but after listening to the words of Ran Teng, the general of thousands of people, he still forced himself to swallow the food.
Everything is to survive this battle!
After drinking and eating, these soldiers rested silently. No one was laughing or joking or wasting energy, because they knew that before long, they would set foot on the city wall again and fight with those Jiejiao slave soldiers again.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, the general's order came from the steps of the city wall: "The general has ordered that the first battalion and the second battalion change their defenses!"
After hearing this, the thousands of generals like Ran Teng immediately stood up and shouted to the reluctant soldiers around them: "What are you still doing? Hurry! Get on the city wall!"
It’s really terrible...
Li Hui, Le Bao, and Yang Wu looked at each other, picked up the weapons around them with their arms that had regained some strength, and climbed onto the city wall again. (To be continued.)