Chapter 11 Abandoned Sentence Chapter 2

For fear of affecting his combat effectiveness, Yao Sheng did not use the method of crossing, but built several pontoon bridges with bamboo on the moat. The thieves rushed under the wall.

The thieves were spared from suffering, but what surprised them was that they were not exempt from being drenched with ice water from head to toe. A ladle and a bucket of cold water poured down from the city, and the water was mixed with a lot of ice. Yao Sheng's elite soldiers can't help but panic when they encounter such an extraordinary thing.

While the thief soldiers were in chaos, the guards cut off the hook rope they used to climb the city. At this time of helplessness, many thief soldiers had to climb up the city wall like Li Er's soldiers.

Even if the city defense is well arranged, one place was still broken by the thieves. Three or four thieves were there for a moment. However, these thieves were soon stabbed to death by the swarming gunmen and blocked the gap.

This offensive is much more fierce than the previous ones. The sound of killing inside and outside the city was shocking, and it came several miles away.

How do you know that the sound of killing can come out "six miles away"? Because miles away from the city, I am lying in ambush in the grass with more than a hundred dead men. We carefully poked our heads out of the grass and observed the situation of guarding the city. Although the siege is fierce, the defense of the city is also tenacious. The attack and defense are in a stalemate. Yao Sheng, riding a tall horse, is very conspicuous among the thieves. There was no progress in the siege, and he did not seem to be angry. It seems that he came here specially to watch the play.

Although Yao Sheng's first battle before noon was a tack, it was a failure after all. Therefore, he will devote himself to his best in this battle and strive to achieve something. If my expectation is not bad, those who stay in the camp should be old and weak.

Although the thieves in the camp closed the gate of the camp, they couldn't help but stand by the side of the gate and look intently at it. They didn't expect that someone would rob the camp later.

Several long barracks were opened by us with iron under the cover of the murderous sound. Even when we walked to the thief soldiers, they were not on guard. More than a dozen thieves were quietly killed by us with daggers.

When the thief found something abnormal, Fang Cun was already in chaos. Before the thieves of the former battalion arrived at the rear battalion for reinforcements, we had killed dozens of people, found grain tents, and lit a fire. Taking advantage of the wind, the fire soon spread one camp after another.

Although there are many thieves, there are many obstacles in the camp, so it is inconvenient to gather to form an offensive. Coupled with the cover of fire and smoke, the enemy is at a loss. We divided several teams and attacked the east and west, which made the enemy at a loss.

I took the lead and waved the moon knife, just like a tiger jumping into the sheep, killing very pleasantly.

But not too many times, my limelight was covered by another person. A black-faced man rushed out of our team, holding a long gun in one hand and a short knife in the other. The two blades danced wildly, and they died when they touched them. Not only can't the enemy get close, but also the soldiers on their side are afraid of being accidentally injured if they are too close to him.

Half of my limelight is covered by his toughness, and the other half is covered by his roar.

I am brave, but when I start a war, I am a dull gour, and I can't make a sound. The black-faced man was not like this. With his endless strength, he roared while beating, just like the birth of Thor.

His roar seems to be divided into two categories: "Wow" and "your ancestors." "Wow" means that he has chosen the target to kill, and "your ancestor" means that this goal is no longer the target.

So even if you close your eyes and count the number of "your ancestors", you will know how many people he killed.

This person is Kuan, who recently joined the army some time ago.

The last time I went out of the city to kill the enemy, I felt the pleasure of killing the enemy with a roar. However, I'm still not used to that way. I felt that it was easy to be distracted when roaring, so I didn't try again. Now looking at the roar perfectly integrated into the battle, I am a little envious.

From this, I deeply regret Liu Jingxuan, who was born with a loud voice but was silent like me.

After the thief soldiers who were attacking the city learned that the backyard was on fire, they were in a dilemma for a while. Eventually, because there was no substantial progress in the siege, the siege was stopped and began to retreat.

Before more thieves came, I led the dead men out of the camp and returned to our hiding place. The thieves went out of the camp to pursue hundreds of steps and saw us raising banners in the grass, afraid of an ambush, and withdrew back to the camp.

We were afraid that the thieves in the camp would see clues, so after dark, we took all the banners and took a detour back to the city.

In this battle, we lost more than a dozen soldiers in the battle of defending the city and robbing the camp, and the other party suffered even more heavy losses, with three or 400 people killed, half of whom were burned to death.

This battle is another battle after the battle of killing Li Erna. Although the battle with Li Er was a battle, I was actually fighting alone, and the dead behind me was just a cover. And this robbery of the camp really showed the power of the battle.

When I practiced the formation of the robbery camp with the soldiers, I always reminded them to pay attention to the rhythm of attack and retreat, be sure to advance and retreat with my comrades-in-arms, and always keep their feet and not to mess up. The chaos not only puts itself in danger, but also exposes its companions to the threat of death. In today's World War, these soldiers really lived up to my expectations.

That night, I asked Yu Qiujin to draw up a war report to be submitted to Liu Laozhi, especially for the soldiers who died these days.

At this time, my mood is extremely complicated. He was not only happy for the successful looting of the camp, but also sad for the dead soldiers. From this, I have a better understanding of why Liu Zhenzhi looked sad after the success of the robbery of the camp in Wu County. War is not only a physical experience, but also a spiritual experience. When a general cultivates until he is not shocked, sad and immortal, he is not far from being the god of war.

I heard that one of the fallen soldiers lived in Juzhang, so I decided to visit and offer my condolences.

The next day, it was estimated that Yao Sheng would not attack the city again, so he took his own soldiers and several soldiers familiar with the sacrificed soldier to his house.

When we arrived at that house, we saw a nearly 60-year-old father taking his family to incense for his dead son, and his mother cried to death. The house was crowded with many people and was in chaos.

The old man recognized me and saw our party enter the door. He quickly wiped away his tears and shouted to the crowd, "Don't cry. General Liu is here." Then he turned to me and said, "Xiaomin met General Liu. My son served on the battlefield, died for the country, and died in his right place.

I just entered the door and didn't say anything. As soon as I heard the old man say this, my tears flowed out instantly. I took a few steps, knelt down at the old man and kowtowed. This move shocked the family.