Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8145 Killer
Sword box off.

early morning.

The Beili Army, which has been rectified for a day, has basically recovered its combat power at this time.

Beililing stood outside the Sword Box Pass, riding on a horse, looking at the Xiongguan Pass in front of him.

He raised his spear high and shouted: "My sons and daughters, today is the time to break the city. Fight the enemy bravely!"

"Kill the enemy bravely!"

"Kill the enemy bravely!"

"..."

On the battlefield, deafening shouts sounded, and then the soldiers began to attack the city step by step.

At the beginning of the snow, Dong Wenjun stood in the crowd, using his weapon to push away the long arrows that shot out from time to time.

They did not rush forward immediately.

Because there are also martial arts masters in the current situation, in this way, the meaning of their charge is not so great, but more used to contain the opponent's masters.

Therefore, after the masters of both sides reached a balance, the victory or defeat of the siege began to depend on the victory or defeat of ordinary soldiers.

But according to their observations, the defenders on the tower did not appear to be tired, but rather energetic.

"How could this be?"

Bei Liling looked at the siege from a distance, and he was very dissatisfied with the current situation.

According to his understanding, except for a few elite soldiers, most of the soldiers and horses of the imperial court are trash.

According to the previous information, the defenders of Jianxia Pass have long been abandoned, and their military equipment is not repaired. It is said that they only go out for exercises once a month. Such a training speed must raise a bunch of waste.

After receiving the battle report from Beililong, he still didn't dare to trust him, thinking that he was a subordinate of Beililong, and he was not good at it.

Now, he personally commanded and faced it personally, and he felt that the defenders on the tower were nothing but a group of veterans.

"Uncle Ling, the sword box guards are still very capable of fighting." Bei Lilong, who was standing aside, said.

"Aren't they a group of old, weak, sick and disabled?" Beililing asked.

"Uncle Ling, you may not understand the truth. Those people may be old, weak, sick and disabled, but they are not ordinary old, weak, sick or disabled. It's for the elderly."

"Many of them are veterans, and they also bring new recruits. Those people have seen blood and been on the battlefield. After a little training, they can fight with a sword." Bei Lilong said.

"I see, but no matter what kind of soldiers they are, in the face of real strength, they will definitely fall."

Beili Ridge is known as the "Tiger of Beili". This is not just a joke, it is a name that has been killed in battles.

Many years ago, when Beililing was still a teenager, he had already commanded troops to fight against the foreigners in the grassland.

After fighting for so many years, he has an instinctive sensitivity to the outcome of the war.

"Fifty thousand against ten thousand, I have the advantage in this battle!"

Beililing looked proud, with a domineering look on his brows and eyes.

"Uncle Ling will surely win the battle!"

Beililong praised him from the sidelines, but at the same time, he was very wary of the generals under Beililing.

Who knows who is with the masked man and the others.

But Beililing was still kept in the dark and didn't know anything.

The Dragon of Beili, who has fought all his life, is now also old-eyed and dim-witted, unable to distinguish loyalty from traitors, it is true that time does not forgive people.

Regarding this, he would only sigh a few times, and would not remind Bei Liling.

There are two reasons.

The first point, Beililing would not believe what he said.

The second point, even if Beililing believed him, he would not get the slightest benefit from this matter, on the contrary, he would completely offend the organization behind the masked man.

If the masked man's organization fell to Beilihen, then he would hardly be able to get the position of patriarch, and it would be even more impossible for him to become the new King of Beilihen.

Luo Xingchen stood on the tower, shooting and killing the enemies climbing on the ladder from time to time with bows and arrows.

He frowned and said, "They are all Daqi people, but now they are killing each other."

"My lord, don't think about it too much. Since ancient times, the most ruthless people who kill their own people are often the so-called own people." Mo Anbai said.

"I hope that the chaos in Beili will be quelled as soon as possible, so that the common people can take a breath and live a stable life. People in troubled times are not dogs in prosperous times."

Luo Xingchen has seen a lot of suffering among the people, and he understands the devastation of war on ordinary people.

In some war zones, there are often thousands of miles of uninhabited people, and there are abandoned villages everywhere, which is very terrifying.

At this time, Jinxin's offensive and defensive battle was like a grinder like a meat grinder, with many casualties on both sides.

Those dead soldiers are just numbers in terms of the number of casualties counted, but in fact, they are not numbers, but real people, flesh and blood.

Each of them has a family behind them, and they all have their own joys and sorrows.

But when they arrived here, they changed from fresh life to lifeless rotten meat.

Even though Luo Xingchen had seen a lot of deaths, and even killed quite a few people himself, he still couldn't be absolutely calm in the face of death and turn a blind eye to it.

"Young master has great compassion in his heart, and this servant admires him." Mo Anbai covered his lips and smiled.

"It doesn't matter whether you are compassionate or not. When facing the enemy, you still have to act like a bodhisattva."

While speaking, Luo Xingchen pulled the bowstring and shot an enemy who had just climbed up the city wall to death on the spot.

At this time, the number of people standing on the city wall was obviously not as large as before.

Judging from the number of people, at this time, the Beili rebels had slightly gained the upper hand.

Zhan Honglian yelled to command, her voice was a little hoarse.

And General Yuan Yuan Kangle was also supporting everywhere above. He put on a full set of armor, and even used an iron mask to block his face. He was very tired wearing such heavy armor, and he was a little suffocated when he spoke, but he dared not take it off at all. down.

With his wasteful martial arts, if he didn't have this armor, he would have been shot and killed by the enemy long ago.

Even so, there was still a dull pain in his chest.

No way, the iron armor blocked the bow and arrow, but there was no way to offset all the impact of the bow and arrow, some of it must have passed to his body, causing him physical injury.

The owners of Peacock Villa, Xian Yuzhong and Yu Shengyan, stood on both sides of the tower, pushing down the enemies on both sides one by one. Fortunately, with the two of them, the sides were relatively stable and did not allow the enemies to gain a firm foothold.

"The enemy may have to use their trump card." Luo Xingchen said.

"The trump card? What trump card does the enemy have?" Mo Anbai asked.

"The enemy's trump card is two kinds. One is heavy cavalry, but at this time they are attacking the city, and heavy cavalry is useless and unable to exert their power."

"The other thing is the cannons. They secretly brought back a lot of cannons from Western Yajili. There should be about seven of them to deal with the sword box here. Because of the limited ammunition, they will only use them at critical times. Now It should be that critical time." Luo Xingchen explained.

Luo Xingchen yelled at Zhan Honglian, and then Zhan Honglian loudly told the soldiers to pay attention.

(End of this chapter)