Qiming 1158

Chapter 404 Whose is the broken arm holding a sledgehammer?
With piping hot golden sauce toppings, terrible taste and temperature, no golden soldier is safe.

Even if a small piece of skin was scalded on the back of the hand, it could cause an inflammation storm later, which could easily kill a person.

Not to mention some unlucky bastard that was poured head-on.

They were burned to death on the spot.

Those who were burnt to death on the spot were actually not the most unlucky, those who were only slightly splashed and slightly scalded were the most unlucky.

Golden juice scald, a terrible severe disease that even modern medicine finds extremely difficult, is an unquestionable death in this era.

They would die of excruciatingly painful inflammation, with no cure.

For the city defenders, as long as the food reserves are sufficient, the hot golden juice is their invincible weapon for defending the city.

As long as there are people, as long as there is food, after the reincarnation of the five grains, enough golden juice can be produced every day to pour down the city head.

No matter how large the Jin army is, even if the Jin army is attacking the city from all sides, as long as the food in the city is not exhausted, the golden juice is an inexhaustible weapon to defend the city.

Although it does not smell very good.

But at that time, whether the smell is good or not is not the most important thing.

Gold juice can not only bring great damage, but the strong stench is also an artifact to resist the enemy. There is no warrior who can ignore the threat of gold juice and move forward bravely.

No matter how brave warriors are, as long as they smell the ominous smell and feel the scorching temperature, they will automatically retreat.

The threat of golden juice is something that human beings will never be able to resist.

Even if they have a rushing car, it is the same, even if the rear army continues to charge forward, no matter how hard the supervising team tries to release arrows, it is the same.

Even if they pushed the chariot, they thought they had a perfect defense, but when the golden juice poured down, the roof of the chariot could not stop the hot golden juice.

The entire three chariots were attacked by the golden juice, and the golden soldiers inside let out a shrill scream, and the surrounding golden soldiers stayed away from them in extreme horror.

In any case, these three chariots are considered scrapped.

The Jin troops under the city were in chaos, and the offensive was interrupted. Jiang Liangping seized the opportunity and ordered the defenders of the Restoration Army on the city to intensify their attack.

Gunpowder roared, boulders flew into the sky, arrows rained down, and gold juice was topped.

Under the quadruple threat, an extremely vicious attack organized by the [-] Golden Army came to an end.

Their enterprising will collapsed, all their means were exhausted, and they knew that they would not be able to get through here no matter what.

Seeing that the army retreated uncontrollably, no matter how much the supervising team fired arrows, it was useless.

There was even a violent conflict between the front-line Jin Army and the supervising team, and the two sides pushed each other.

Just at the stall that was about to cause civil unrest, Wanyan Benjian ordered Ming Jin to withdraw his troops, ending the already failed siege.

Wanyan Liang, who was so angry that she was about to explode, immediately roared.

"Why withdraw the troops? The army has already attacked the city! Victory is about to come! Don't withdraw troops! Continue the attack for me! Attack!!!"

Wanyanliang's eyes turned red.

Wanyan Benjian, as a rational commander, did not back down at this critical moment.

He saw that the soldiers of the Golden Army had indeed attacked the city and fought with the Restoration Army, but they were killed by the Restoration Army and fell to the bottom of the city.

It seems that the Restoration Army also has a firearm, which can breathe fire in the hand, and the top of the city is sprayed with flames, and the Jin Army's ascent to the city has failed.

Continuing on will only increase casualties, and the Jin Army is not prepared to gain a foothold in the city.

Not to mention that horrible golden juice.

"Your Majesty, the thieves' use of gold juice has already affected the morale of our army. Our army's lineup has been chaotic, and the army's heart has been chaotic. If we continue, we will lose our lineup. By then, the casualties will be doubled! Your Majesty, this is what our army is facing. The first city!"

Wanyan Benjian tried to express his views as loudly as possible, and fought hard to resist Wanyan Liang's chaotic command.

Wanyan brightly drew a knife and put it on Wanyan Benjian's neck.

"Attack! Or I'll kill you!"

Wanyan Ben was so terrified that he knelt on the ground as soon as his knees softened, looking at Wanyan Liang in horror, his lips trembling, but he kept holding back without saying a word.

The anger in Wanyanliang's heart gradually subsided on the noisy battlefield, and he gradually regained his senses. After breathing heavily, Wanyanliang threw away his saber with a roar, and turned to leave.

The [-] troops attacked so fiercely but were still pushed back by the Restoration Army at the head of the city. In Wanyanliang's view, this was simply a crime!
It is an intolerable crime!

But this is the end, can he kill Wanyan Benjian and change the coach?
He had no money in hand than Wanyan Benjian, a more secure and more experienced handsome man.

So he forced himself to calm down.

After Wanyan Ben saw Ming Jin withdraw his troops, the front-line Jin soldiers turned around and retreated as if they had received amnesty. This time, the retreat was somewhat hasty and hasty. During the retreat, the formation of the Jin army was chaotic to a certain extent, but Jiang Liangping did not miss this great opportunity. opportunity.

The Jin army retreated, and the Restoration Army did not stop attacking, still shooting arrows, still attacking with firearms, giving full play to the fine style of taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

The last wave of attacks brought a certain degree of damage to the Jin army, who had retreated in a hurry, and took many of their lives.

The soldiers of the Restoration Army on the city threw down the corpses at the top of the city one after another, and the corpses of the Jin Army were scattered all over the city.

Then this difficult battle of defending the city from morning to sunset was over.

The first face-to-face contest between the two sides ended with the victory of the Restoration Army.

This is certainly gratifying, but for the Restoration Army, this is just the beginning.

Even so, it did not prevent the soldiers of the Restoration Army from cheering at the top of the city, waving the banner of [Expelling Hulu and Restoring China] to celebrate their victory.

Jiang Liangping looked at the retreating Jinbing, heaved a sigh of relief, sat down slowly, and took several deep breaths.

Wu Anxiang heard that the fierce offensive and defensive battle had been won, and immediately took the field medical team to Chengtou to treat the wounded and resettle the dead.

As soon as he climbed to the top of the city, Wu Anxiang was shocked by the tragic scene at the top of the city.

How to describe what he saw?
First of all, of course, the living soldiers of the Liberation Army who were crying and celebrating their victory. They were disgraced, and some of them had blood all over their faces.

They're alive, they're still laughing, they're crying, they're moving.

This is the most gratifying.

But what about the others?

Wu Anxiang thought about it for a while, and felt that his knowledge was still shallow. Apart from the words "horrible", he really couldn't think of any other suitable words to describe what he saw.

What you can see is a bloody color, the nose is full of blood, and there is blood everywhere on the walls, on the battlements, and on the columns.

Then came the corpses, many corpses, many corpses of the fallen soldiers of the Restoration Army.

As he walked and watched, he felt no fear, but felt a strong grief sweeping through his heart.

The corpses with the heads attached can still confirm who they are, relying on the name tags on them, they can also find their origin and family...

But who are the broken corpses?
Whose is that broken arm holding a sledgehammer?
Whose thigh is that pierced by three arrows?
Whose is that bloody viscera?

A few hours ago, they were still living beings full of dreams...

He couldn't hold it back, his tears burst, and big drops fell to the ground down his face.

He put his hand to his mouth, biting the back of his hand fiercely, almost bleeding from the back of his hand, trying very hard not to let himself cry.

(End of this chapter)