Chapter 129 Filling the Trench

(It's really unlucky. I don't know what to eat, but it actually makes me vomit and have diarrhea. It's uncomfortable! Struggle to update! Please forgive me for any shortcomings!)

Fan Laowu ran breathlessly, carrying a bag of soil on his shoulder and holding six bamboo sticks just received in his left hand. His heart was beating wildly. The arrows kept falling on the wall of the village and fell at the feet of these exiles. An arrow was also inserted on the dirt bag on his shoulder, and from time to time he heard Zhuang. There will be a few sounds of fire on the wall, and from time to time, some people will be hit by arrows or bullets on the way forward.

But Fan Laowu didn't look around at all. After running six times, he was no longer afraid. As Lao Ba just said, he deserve to die. If he doesn't die for ten thousand years, he can only be blamed for his bad life. If he doesn't die, if he runs four more times, he can get five big cakes and a bowl of meat. This can It's enough for him and his son to eat for two days, and he can't take care of anything else.

He did not exchange five bamboo sticks for broth and two large cakes. Although he was illiterate, it was clear that these ten bamboo sticks were much more than five bamboo sticks, so he had to stick to it and get ten bamboo sticks.

But he is very tired at this moment. His legs are like he is filled with lead, and his heart is beating even more, as if the heart is about to jump out of his throat. Every step out is as if he is stepping on a cotton stack. He is a little weak, but he still mechanically moves his legs and carries his shoulders. The heavy earth bag ran forward step by step.

The trench was getting closer and closer, and the seventh trip was about to be completed. Fan Laowu was a little happy and accelerated his pace again, because he knew that the edge of the trench was the most dangerous place. Although the soldiers of the Xingtian Army raised shields for their arrows to prevent bullets, Zhuangding on the Zhuang wall still concentrated his firepower to suppress the trench and did not let them go smoothly. He poured the soil into the trench.

Just now, more than a dozen people have fallen by the trench. He doesn't want to die here like those people, so he wants to pour the soil into the trench as soon as possible, run back and carry it three more times, and then he can lie down and have a good rest!

But the sky was not beautiful, but when he ran to the edge of the trench, an arrow was nailed to his thigh, staggering and almost fell into the trench.

Fortunately, this arrow was not strong enough to shoot into his skin and flesh. If it was a strong bow, it would be nailed through his thighs. Although he staggered, Fan Laowu still gritted his teeth to support his shaky body. Regardless of the removal of the dirt bag on his shoulder, he shouted for dust, and poured the soil into the trench. Then he turned around and staggered to cover the wound on his leg, trying not to let the arrow shake back and forth, and ran back again.

But as soon as he turned around, an arrow was nailed to his shoulder again. At this time, he finally couldn't hold on. He ploped to the ground and scolded, "I'm your ancestors!" I'm going to make up ten signatures! ...Mom, I can't die! I still have a son to raise!"

He lay on the ground and crawled hard towards the road with all his strength. There was a blood stain behind him. The exiles ran back and forth from him one by one. No one looked at him at all. Fan Laowu struggled to crawl forward, but his strength seemed to be emptied by these two arrows, and he could not climb more and more. At this time Two more arrows were nailed to the ground beside him.

"I'm going to die! I don't want to die! Old Eight! Old Eight! Help me..." Fan Laowu raised his head hard to find Lao Ba from the crowd, but with so many people, how could he find Lao Ba lying on the ground? Fan Laowu finally gave up. He lay on the ground and held the six bamboo sticks tightly in his hand. He regretfully thought that if he had known, he would have exchanged five bamboo sticks for two big cakes and a bowl of broth...

His head suddenly darkened a little. He squatted beside him with a big shield and looked down at him and said, "Don't be afraid, brother! You can't die! You did a good job! Come on! Hurry up and carry this brother down for treatment! Hurry up!"

So he immediately ran over and lifted Fan Laowu up. Under the cover of the man who raised the shield, he ran down quickly and got out of the range of Zhuang Ding.

Fan Laowu breathed a long sigh of relief, but he still held his six bamboo sticks and the empty cloth bag tightly.

A teenager with thin fluff on his mouth carried a medicine box on his back and squatted beside Fan Laowu. He skillfully and quickly raised the two arrows on his body. He immediately cleaned the wound for him, sprinkled some hemostatic powder on his wound, and wrapped his wound with the white cloth taken out of the medicine box. Get up.

Fan Laowu gritted his teeth and looked sideways at the teenager dressing him. His heart was suddenly full of gratitude. What he didn't expect was a cheap life like him. After being injured, he could be treated by the people of Xing Tianjun. Just now, when he was hit by the arrow, he thought he was sure that he was finished. He turned his head and looked at it. As a result, he found that he was in him. There are still more than a dozen injuredtong leis lying nearby. Some people have struggled to sit up, holding a big bowl and eating.

"Not bad! Six bamboo sticks, plus seven bamboo sticks this trip, is a man! Your injury is fine. Just take a few days off! Take a break first, and someone will send it back to you later! Before you recover from your injury, Xing Tianjun can't starve you! Just wait!" The teenager who bandaged the wound for Fan Laowu smiled at Fan Laowu with a white tooth. He looked at the bamboo sticks tightly clenched in his hand and said to him.

Fan Laowu gratefully wanted to get up and kowtow to the teenager who treated him, but he immediately held it down and said, "Don't move, lie down first. We Xing Tianjun won't like this!"

After saying that, the teenager tidied up the medicine box, got up and walked to another injured number that had just been rescued. He squatted down and continued to treat the wounded.

Fan Laowu lay on the ground like a dream. He reached out and touched the bandaged wound on his thigh. Although the wound was still very painful, he was very at ease at this time, and there was no such fear of dying.

It's true. After a while, someone held a big bowl and a basket and sent it to him. There was soup and meat in the big bowl, which exuded a strong fragrance. Fan Laowu's stomach immediately rose. After the food delivery man put down the big bowl, he looked at Fan Laowu's injury and smiled, "Good man! I got hit twice! Eat it! The big cake is up to you! Just don't hold on! I took the bamboo stick! Say hello to me if you want, and we can't treat you injured brothers unfairly!"

Fan Laowu held the bowl of meat, and the tears spewed out: "Benevolence and righteousness..." He only said these three words and choked.

"Yes! I didn't expect Xing Tianjun to be so kind! It's not bad for us! In the future, I will follow Xing Tianjun. This rotten life is not lost!" A man who was chewing in the sea next to him was tied with bandages on his chest. He stuffed the cake into his mouth and said vaguely to Fan Laowu.

Fan Laowu secretly stuffed a big cake in his arms, and regardless of greasiness, he picked up a few pieces of fat meat from the bowl and stuffed it into his arms. Then he ate it with the cake dipped in broth...

The two Fran machines fired continuously, constantly bombarding the Zhuang wall, covering the hundreds of people rushing to the trench outside the village, suppressing the Zhuangding on the Zhuang wall, and never letting them let go of their hands to shoot these lings. Moreover, they also piled up a lot of soil bags in front of the two Fran machine guns, covering the gunners who operated the cannon. They blocked a lot of artillery and arrows shot from the Zhuang wall. They could hide in the bunker and keep changing clothes and shooting at the Zhuang wall.

The two tiger squat guns on the wall used to ring from time to time, but just now, a tiger squat gun exploded and overturned several Zhuang Ding of Lijiazhuang, and the remaining tiger squat guns were also dumb, making Li Jiazhuang's counterattack much weaker.

Dozens of archers of the Xingtian Army also continue to attack in turn, and put arrows against the wall under the cover of the big shield. Although Xing Tianjun is not equipped with many bows and arrows, these bows are all the bows used by the captured officers and soldiers. The bow arms are very elastic and strong. Basically, they have more than one stone of bow power, compared with Li Jiazhuang. The hunting bows used by Zhuang Ding were quite powerful. Even if the accuracy was not good, Zhuang Ding of Li Jiazhuang did not dare to stand up and shoot arrows and guns.

Throughout the morning, the two sides were fighting around the trench in front of Zhuangmen. Both sides can be said to have their own losses. There were dozens of casualties among the exiles. At the same time, there were also several soldiers of the Xingtian Army who accidentally paid the price of blood, but Fortunately, the Xingtian Army prepared in advance and sent dozens of special temporary The recruited stretcher grabbed all the injured and handed them over to Lv Langzhong's medical staff for treatment in time, so most of the injured were worried about their lives, and it won't be long before they could return to the team and fight again.

Although Li Jiazhuang occupies a geographical advantage, the situation is not much better. Under the round of bombardment of the two-door Fran machines outside the village and the counterattack of the archers of the Xingtian Army, they also lost more than a dozen Zhuang Ding. The people who were hit by the gun were basically hopeless. Even the people who were hit by the arrows were not much better. Most of them were faces and chests. If they are injured, they can't die for a while, but I'm afraid they can't hold on for a long time. This makes their morale not high, and it's even worse. After seeing the bloody casualties, those Zhuangding township braves are even more unbearable. One by one, Zhuangding township braves hide under the women's wall and refuse to show their heads. Li Wangjin is angry and kills two times in a row. The brave man who was afraid of war just got a little better.

Originally, Zhuangding Xiangyongs would not be so unbearable. Generally speaking, when Zhuangzi was attacked by bandits, they fought bravely under the support of the idea of keeping the family. However, after the toss of Xing Tianjun in the morning, many Zhuangding Xiangyong lost their loyalty to the Li family and were unwilling to sell it to the Li family at all. Life, even if they barely stand up to block, they are just perfunctory and immediately lie down with an arrow, so it's not accurate at all. Only some Zhuangding of the Li family keep fighting back with their lives. Most of the casualties of the exiles and Xing Tianjun are caused by these people.

Li Wangjin will look at the situation outside from time to time. The more he looks at it, the more shocked he is. Xing Tianjun's organization is very strict. There are only a small number of knife player and a large number of exiles, but most of Xing Tianjun's people are resting. Although there are some dark clouds gradually floating in the sky at this time. The sun was shining, but the weather was much more sultry. Everyone was sweating, but even so, the Xingtian army members who were sitting in line were not chaotic at all, sitting neatly in the distance to watch the war.