Chapter 79 Dead War, Don't retreat

On the third day of entering the city, the rain finally stopped, and the sky was still cloudy.

The water in the city is straight without calves, and there is a smell of blood and decay. Finally, the warriors don't have to patrol the post in the rain, but their calves are not in the water, and they don't feel so good. And those guys outside the city are also stuck in the water, wondering if those guys who can only catch and bite people will even pollute the accumulated water? I feel nauseous.

One after another bad news that makes people feel heavy today!

As soon as the rain stopped in the morning, the warrior rooms that had been locked into zombies were poured with fire oil and ignited under the personal supervision of Wang Zhongli. The fire oil was extremely strong, the flames rushed to the sky, and black smoke surrounded by black smoke. It could be seen in half of the city, and the smell of carrion burning, which made people sick. The surviving warriors knew what was burning there. They deliberately controlled themselves not to look at it. They couldn't say whether it was fortunate or lucky. Fortunately, it was someone else who was burned to death. Fortunately, they were not turned into such a guy!

And several rooms that Wang Zhongli had taken Xingchen to check before have now been sealed, and the warriors inside have become living dead. They spread their heads and open their mouths and shake violently with the iron railing on the window. Xingchen remembers that the most advanced warrior is the guy who worshipped Wang Zhongli's demeanor in those years. Now he just opens his mouth funnyly and smells the breath of the living people in the air like a hungry hyena. Many warriors have not completely lost their will. They cried and begged the people outside the house to let them out, but their faces are over. There is no blood color, and it's only a matter of time before your eyes sink deeply and completely become a living dead.

Wang Zhongli stood outside the house for a long time. Although his face was expressionless, everyone could see that the elegant general felt uncomfortable.

In the end, they ordered to burn these rooms and kill them completely. They would only harm people like those man-eating guys. Now the defense of the zombies outside is very tight, and there must be no zombies in the barracks*.

The second bad news is that Fanyang's army now doesn't even have the last grain. The warriors were almost always patrolling hungry, and they couldn't even eat a bowl of millet porridge. After raining for so long, the city was flooded with water, and I couldn't even drink clean water. I had to hold the seemingly clear rain in my hand. As a result, hundreds of warriors had diarrhea and vomited that afternoon. The city has become a dead city full of plague. Nearly half a month has passed since Fanyang's army killed Qinghe City. Even the bodies of the dead inevitably begin to rot. In this case, plague is most likely to break out. Coupled with the lack of medical supplies, it will be delayed. If the warriors are killed by zombies, they will be defeated by hunger and disease first.

The Fanyang army has always been well-dressed and well-equipped, not to mention its combat effectiveness. Just standing there in a queue, it has the supreme demeanor of heavenly soldiers going down to the earth. Nowadays, this yellow-skinned, thin and depressed army is associated with the ambitious and energetic brigade when it first set out on the expedition a few days ago.

The last disturbing bad news is that those guys outside the simple fortifications are getting hungry. They smell the breath of living people, scratching with their claws, and sticking their bodies against the fortifications, trying to reopen the obstacles. The cry was much more miserable than usual, as if hunger had made them crazy. The warrior standing on the roof and watching saw with his own eyes that the guys had tried to climb to the tree and then jump to the roof.

Zombies are stiff and difficult to climb trees, but one or two aliens really succeeded. They staggered on the roof, stepped on the green tiles, making a rattling sound. A samurai came forward and stabbed him with a long gun. The zombie grabbed the gun before falling, and the warrior stood unsteadily and fell into the zombie group.

Everyone heard his miserable cry. When the warrior fell among the zombies, the man-eating guys were excited to go crazy, as if it were food given to them by God. Tear, screams, followed by scalp numbing chewing.

The zombies who got some food seemed to be stimulated by the smell of blood and hit the fragile fortifications with greater strength. The warrior held the weapon nervously and was always on guard against the zombies rushing in. In fact, if the zombies really rushed over, all they could do was to throw away the street and seal the next street before the zombies arrived. In terms of the number of warriors, there is no advantage between the warriors and these undead guys. Being involved in the tide of zombies is the end of the death without a burial place.

In the past few days, Wang Zhongli has been taking the stars with him, making him witness these tragic situations, seeing the tiredness of the warriors, and seeing how terrible it was when those terrible guys outside cannibally, as if he insisted on showing the cruelest hell in front of him.

"If it goes on like this, the warrior will not be able to hold on!" Wang Zhongli looked up at the sky that would rain again at any time.

Night stars stood behind them and witnessed these tragic scenes, which shocked their hearts. Several times, he couldn't help but show the cloth to Wang Zhongli, telling him that the zombie array was his brother Ye Yuanhong. As long as he killed his brother Yuanhong, the warrior in the city could be saved.

But he can't. How can he do such a thing? What's more, this is the opportunity given to him by his brother. How can he give up this opportunity to fly to the throne?

Therefore, this slightly cold young man just opened his calm coral-red eyes and looked at the sadness that only appeared in hell like watching the most tragic scenery without words.

When he left, Wang Zhongli looked at his back with gloomy eyes.

He can almost be sure that this young man knows the details. This kind of ghosts and gods have always been the means of immortals such as the lord of the city, and Ye Xingchen and the lord of the city are of the same clan, which has to be suspected. And when he took him to see the samurai who had retreated from the west of the city three days ago, he had already leaked the beans - insects and the dead! Even after they saw a zombie being burned and a poisonous slug, they were sure of this word. Is it a coincidence that the young man said the key point as soon as he said it? Who would believe such a coincidence?

He deliberately let the young man see these tragedies and how cruel the status quo is, hoping that he can confess the truth with a soft heart. It seems that he is wrong. The night stars are much harder and cooler than imagined.

Silly child, are you afraid that I will take your credit?

The real protagonist of this war is you! This battle is for you to stand out and become famous! Even General Yan of the Imperial Palace, the Great Capital of the Cang Navy, General Zhentian, these famous warriors are just your foil.

You have learned to figure out people's hearts with the greatest malice at such a young age. What a born emperor!

He turned his head and looked at the banner behind him. The flag was wet and could not fly, just like low morale.

General Yan is preparing for a counterattack, trying to get rid of the status quo. He has been attacking his heart and trying to pry open the mouth of the night stars. Now the warriors are physically and mentally exhausted and can't drag on any longer. It depends on how General Yan can enter a nine-day card in the face of such a difficult situation.

Can you make such a vicious move, Emperor Mengyang Linxi, aren't you afraid of death?

Across the street, there was a sudden roar. The simple fortifications piled up of brick walls and rafts were washed away by the zombies. After the staggering living dead felt the breath of the living, their movements became agile. They run away. Although their movements are funny, rigid and stiff, they walk like leopards chasing their prey.

Wang Zhongli's face changed greatly. The street washed away by zombies is a middle street. If it is completely occupied by zombies, the Fanyang military camp will be divided into two! How can the scattered warriors be the opponents of the zombie wave? These cannibals are trying to divide them and eat them up little by little.

The messenger ordered the warrior to send out an arrow to the sky, and the sharp explosion spread through the barracks.

"Quick! Middle Street, Middle Street, block the street quickly, tear down all the houses that can be demolished, block it!" The warriors on the front line held hands to form a human wall, stopped the zombies with flesh and blood, and shouted desperately.

The living dead, who had obvious signs of decay, dripped with green saliva at the corners of their mouths, and their teeth rushed to the warriors who were born and died outside the incident, biting their necks fiercely, tore their hands and feet, cutting their chests with sharp nails, nibbling at the fresh and soft internal organs, and making a satisfied whining sound.

The sacrifice of these warriors finally stopped the zombies. Their bodies were torn apart and reduced to the food of zombies. The warriors who came to support them swung their sledgehammers and smashed the houses on both sides of the street and built defenses with masonry. The warrior holding the bronze shield came, turned over the fortifications, and resisted the zombies with the shield wall.

Those rotten zombies and fresh people are separated by a shield wall, as if the boundary between life and death will be broken at any time.

No one retreated, and warriors kept rushing towards this side.

These samurai, who were born in peace, burst into amazing resilience at this moment and have endless vitality in the desperate situation, although they have not had enough food and slept peacefully for three days.

Wang Zhongli's eyes are a little wet.

Twenty years later, he is already 40 years old and unconfused. He looks down on the glory of meritorious deeds and the blood boiling of his youth. Now he can no longer do the work of 5,000 people fighting for 40,000 people. Compared with victory or defeat, he esteems more about the lives of warriors.

"Death war, don't retreat." These four words are the slogans of the Fanyang army during the war. Whenever, the samurai's slogan is only this sentence, a simple four words, summarizing everything a samurai should do on the battlefield. Fight to the death, don't retreat', or, 'die, fight, don't retreat'!

Under the premise of keeping your life, it is good to win the battle, but sometimes you have to give up some things, give up cowardice, weakness, human nature, and even give up your own life.

He pulled out his knife from his waist and looked at the face reflected on the snowy knife surface. Twenty years of a moment, he put on armor and held the knife again!

"Death war, don't retreat!" He whispered, jumped off the roof and killed forward.

Night Star, do you see it? We are all slowly dying. Is it that everyone dies? Only when you are alone will you be soft-hearted and make you slightly touched?