0111 old deep-fried dough sticks and melons

Fighty battle, bloody battle!

The drums rumbled, the horns roared, the smoke filled the smoke, and the shouts shocked the sky. Waves of noble soldiers, under the alternating cover of artillery and feather stones, were blocked by shields and kept launching fierce attacks on the sore "Beizhai City".

The whole fortress is a battlefield of blood and fire, life and death, and the remnant army of the "Kingdom of Zhongshan" and the remnants of the "Kingdom of Walker" and the "Kingdom of Charles", as well as the 8,000 expeditionary troops in the headquarters. Nearly 40,000 people rely on the crowd in an attempt to capture the "pseudo-government" led by his nephew Yi Huchen. The last stronghold.

In order to keep the last foothold for His Majesty Yi Huchen, who went far away from the shaman and endured humiliation and asked for help, General Allen resisted desperately with the 5,000 soldiers and the civilian army recruited, because these soldiers and civilians deeply knew that once his majesty from a slave was pushed down and the royal power returned to the hands of the old nobles, etc. What awaits them will be heavy labor and taxes, as well as a life of deep slavery.

The continuous fighting made the head of the fortress slowly turn into a river of blood. The blood water filled every brick seam, so that the ground became sticky and slippery, making many fortress soldiers who defended the city unstable, slip to the ground, and were stabbed to death by the noble soldiers who robbed the fortress.

Some experienced veterans put the enemy's body under their feet to prevent slipping. The newly recruited militiamen saw this move and followed suit. However, over time, more and more casualties made blood flow on the ground, and even the corpses slipped. The war was too tragic.

"Uncle Youtiao, what should I do? Don't you stand steady under your feet?" A teenage baby soldier asked the veteran oil around him.

"You son of a melon, why are you so stupid? Just change to a new 'stepstone'. Have you seen the big man leaning over? It must be comfortable to put on foot pads. His grandfather's, this guy crawls so fast, he must know that we two lack a foot pad. It's really rare warm-hearted!" The veteran oil pointed to a big enemy soldier climbing up the ladder under the fortress wall and ordered:

"Guawazi, prepare the crossbow. When the big man comes up, my uncle will shake it in front of him to attract the attention of the dog. You killed him with an arrow in the back. Aim at the point. Don't steal the chicken and put my old life on it again. I haven't married a wife."

"I know." Guawazi said excitedly, "Damn, that guy was hit by two big stones on his shield and didn't fall down. He is really a good footrest. Wow, he rushed up and is about to show up!"

"Kill--"

The veteran oil roared, and the blood burst out, and the two easily solved the life of the big man.

-But these two living fathers killed them unexpectedly. They killed the "Kingdom of Charles" army, one of the three commanders of the aristocratic army.

"You son of a melon, you understand. You won't suffer losses with Uncle Youtiao. Now there is a stepping stone, and the enemy is also killed. It's the best of both times." The veteran oil stood up and boasted, "Learn well. You know, our General Allen and Prime Minister Laian used to be ordinary soldiers who walked out of this stockade. Hurry up and the enemy is coming again!"

The battle to attack and defend the city continues-

"I'm almost out of my soldiers!" The army of Charles Kingdom is so brave that I have to go! I don't want to play with your uncle and nephew anymore!" The "Walker Principality" under the city wall was desperately free from the pull of Yi Shiyun and was about to climb to the horse.

"It's all this way. Alan's hairy boy can't hold on. You can't leave. As soon as you leave, our half a month's efforts will be in vain!" Yi Shiyun gritted his teeth and said, "If you are willing to help me take down this city, half of the property and women in the stockade will belong to you!"

The "Walker Duchy" unified army, which failed to make profits, meditated for a moment, pulled out the already gaping saber, and took the duchy soldiers behind him back to join the siege team again.

"Damn it, old deep-fried dough sticks, what day is it in May today?" General Allen, who was covered with blood and smoke, sat on the ground and asked in a hoarse voice that had already shouted in the battle.

"It's May 4th, General." The blood-stained veteran oil on his body thought for a moment and answered.

"Ha ha, in a blink of an eye, it has been half a month since Yi Shiyun's bastards attacked the city." Allen laughed and said, "On April 26, we received a letter from Your Majesty, asking us to protect the city within ten days. The reinforcements will definitely arrive. Today is exactly the seventh day-"

"It's not good! The enemy is coming!" Guawazi shouted desperately.

Allen stood up with a long gun, set off a knife hit by the enemy, and kicked the enemy's lower abdomen with all his strength. The enemy soldier should throw his foot and hit the two follow-up enemy soldiers behind him. The three fell down together and never got up again.

"Brothers! Fight every season and prepare for the street battle. Even if you die, you will have to drag on for another two or three nights!" Before Alan shouted, the army of the "Duke of Walker" roared wildly. It seemed that among the three people who died at Allen's feet were his blood relatives, either father and son or brother.

In the loud shout, Allen's gun shadow flew by and penetrated into the waist of the army from the back of the side. He took the opportunity to pick it up. The lower body of the army dragged its long belly and drew a shocking blood on the ground. Almost everyone present heard it clearly that the "Duke of Duke" sincerely praised before dying: " Good marksmanship!"

More than a dozen duchi soldiers rushed over fiercely like red-eyed beasts, but before they could get close to Allen, they were shot to the ground by old deep-fried dough sticks and melons.

The soldiers took action one after another, knocked down houses, blocked the streets, and launched a tug-of-war with the aristocratic army.

In the day and night, the sound of gunfire is still roaring, the smoke is still permeated, the firelight is still fierce, and the fighting is still fierce; in every street, blood splashes, the head rolls to the ground, the blood flows into a river, and the body is sleeping.

The blood and fire, thick smoke, shouts, screams, corpses, broken bodies, roars, death-

In a dark alley in the fortified city, more than a dozen weak and ragged figures in the stinky ditch, and the melons who had not yet entered the water for several days looked at the old deep-fried dough sticks that were picking up dead mice and rotten vegetable leaves in the dirty water and stuffed into their mouths, and they couldn't help but hear the sound of "gurgling" again. Allen listened carefully to the sound in the distance. The sound of killing and fighting in the center of the village and the impact of the blade came with the wind. Obviously, the scattered village soldiers were still insisting on fighting in the alley, but the momentum was still obviously thin.

"What time is May today?" Alan asked his comrades-in-arms behind him.

These soldiers who struggled under the knife of death every day also obviously forgot the days. Some said May 6th, May 7th, and some were not sure about May 8th; Allen shook his head and smiled bitterly, which had been dark and completely forgotten what day it was.

At this time of night, a resolute voice came: "It's already the second quarter of the morning of May 7th! Congratulations, General Allen!"

In an instant, Allen and his only more than ten remaining village soldiers formed an attack formation. Four strong bows were full, and four wolf teeth flashed in the dark light of the uncertain fire. As long as one was wrong, the four wolf teeth would listen to identify the position and shoot the unknown person.

"Don't be nervous, we are wolves!" A depressed voice sounded in the opposite direction. At the other end of the street, a team of black soldiers came silently, like ghosts.

There are not many people on both sides, just a hundred people, in the black costume of a shaman. After all, Alan is a senior general of the kingdom who has played with wolves and seen some of the world on the battlefield. Although these sudden shaman soldiers did not wear any armor, they did not wear a demon tiger badge on their chest. Wearing the vulture badge, I couldn't help but be shocked.

What do demon tigers and vulture represent in the wolves? Allen has heard of it for a long time. The demon tiger badge is the logo of the An Demon Yi Department of the 403 Division, and the vulture badge is the logo of the Yangshu Department of the 1st Division.

These soldiers all wear these two badges, and it goes without saying that they come from these two famous wolf divisions.

Allen motioned his soldiers to put away their weapons and secretly said, "Is it your Majesty who brought reinforcements to live up to the expectations of the people?"

Congratulations to General Allen. During the seven days that you and your loyal and brave subordinates held on, the last general Yang Shu and my three generals took advantage of the emptiness behind the enemy country and divided their troops to attack the 'Kingdom of Walker' and the 'Kingdom of Charles'; "The fierce-looking and powerful wolves temporarily edited First Division Yang Shu general habitually touched the bald head and said:

"Now Your Majesty has also returned to the royal capital 'Zhongshan City' under the protection of Lord Bach of my army and regained the power of the monarchy."

Alan said in disbelief, "Is it really May 7th now?"

"That's right." The elegant 403 division regiment Chang's demon Yi flashed a pair of gold and silver demon pupils and said with a smile, "The general and the generals have already made great achievements. You can have a good rest, and leave the rest of the battle to our wolves!"