Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 25 Thoughts

In the surging crowd, the servants with the lowest status rushed to the front.

Some of them carried long ladders, some pushed wooden carts to protect their heads, and some held simple homemade wooden guns in their hands, which were wooden sticks with the sharp end.

Fortunately, due to the fighting in the past few days, the moat was already filled with corpses and sacks containing soil.

So today, the servants don't have to carry the heavy sacks and can walk quickly through the long trench.

However, they were greeted by a volley of bows and arrows from the wall.

There was a sound like popping cotton.

The sky turned dark, and countless long arrows fell from the sky. A piece of grass seemed to grow on the ground instantly. Many servants fell to the ground and died. Blood flowed from their bodies, watering the "weeds" around them and even on themselves.

The servants' charging posture faltered slightly.

With the urging of the horn behind them, they braved the arrows and rushed forward.

There were long ladders built up, and wooden carts pushed down to the city.

Many servants climbed up the long ladder with simple spears and rushed up. They were stabbed by the officers and soldiers hiding behind the female wall. They screamed and fell down, and died at the foot of the long ladder.

There were also many homeless warriors who mingled with the support team. They rushed up the long ladder and started slashing and killing them, but they could only create a short commotion. In the end, they were surrounded and killed by the officers and soldiers on the city wall, and they were never able to climb the city.

There are also many slaves hiding under wooden carts using tools to dig bricks. According to the rules of the refugee army, whoever can bring back a brick will be exempted from rushing into the battle today!

As a result, a barrel of kerosene was poured on the city wall, and then the torch was dropped, and the wooden cart was set on fire. Even the servants hiding inside were burned to ashes.

This kind of thing happened anywhere on the four walls.

On the battlefield, horns sounded one after another, and the attack and defense immediately became more intense.

However, for the superiors, purgatory-like scenes are just daily life, and on this battlefield, they are just a prelude.

The banner of Chuang Po Tian stood just a stone's throw outside the city wall.

The second-generation King Chuang was riding a horse, patrolling the battlefield under the protection of his personal guards. From time to time he raised his whip to point at the city wall, and occasionally issued orders, which were conveyed to the front of the battle line by fast horses.

He is a long-bearded, broad-faced man with thick eyebrows and round eyes. He is not angry and has a strong sense of authority. He is wearing a set of fine iron armor, and his face looks full of ambition at the moment.

Lao Chuang had a great reputation, not only because of his skill in martial arts and his righteousness, but also because he was the first among many thieves to break into the county town and win the title.

Now if he can capture the city, who will remember that dead ghost Lao Chuang?

From now on, there will only be one Chuang Potian, and that is him, King Chuang!

And he will undoubtedly gather more people to do amazing things...

Thinking of this, he turned to ask his nephew Qin Tongtong, the commander of the guard post.

"Commander Qin, how are the progress of the other city walls and the leaders?"

This time Chuang Po Tian took the lead in gathering the crowd, and there were three groups from big forces, such as Cao Niangzi, She Tuantian, Mang King Kong, and dozens of other small forces.

Chuang Potian called the people over and wanted to imitate Lao Chuang and command the heroes, but everyone was not convinced.

Especially for the bad guy She Taotian, he feels that everyone has the same cavalry, and even their nicknames are similar. You break through the sky, and I shoot Taotian, why do you win?

Several kings gathered together and had an earth-shaking quarrel.

In the end, Lady Cao and Xini said that everyone was a traitor and wanted to catch the enemy, so they should not just use words. Whoever broke through the city gate first would be the leader of the alliance in the future.

Chuang Potian did not hesitate to send half of his niece Pan Furong's men to the battlefield because he was determined to take the lead.

When Qin Tong saw Chuang Potian asking a question, he hurriedly bowed down to reply.

He knew that his uncle was very strict with his rules after he became the king, and never called him nephew in front of outsiders to show his impartiality.

"Reporting to King Chuang, the sentinel sent out has already responded. The other three families attacked the other three walls of the city as agreed. The fighting was fierce, no less than ours."

"We haven't found any weak points in the city wall yet. It seems that the dog officer has dispersed his troops on the four walls."

Chuang Potian sneered again and again.

"Okay! As long as everyone is risking their lives to fight, I don't believe that the dog officer can have so many soldiers!"

He looked around. Now he is accompanied by personal guards and sentries, a total of two hundred men and horses, under the command of his nephew Qin Tong. They are all good men who can fight both on and off the horse. This is the hard work he has accumulated over the years.

With these two hundred men and horses, Chuang Potian is not afraid of any defeat. As long as the people are still there, he can pull up the pole again, and Chuang Potian will still be resounding!

There are also two sentinel cavalry, which are slightly less powerful and have insufficient armor. They are not many in number. They total about 300 people and are led by his trusted brother.

In addition, there are seven or eight sentry infantry, each with about two to three hundred men. They are all men who dare to fight with swords. They are recharging their strength now and will use them in the real attack on the city later.

"Oh, by the way, there are still half a sentry force... If Lao Du is still there, this sentry force should be the strongest." Chuang Potian turned around with a complicated expression.

Sure enough, I found a large banner with the character "Pan" in my array.

Under the banner.

"Good niece" Pan Furong rode a big horse, surrounded by a circle of women's soldiers, and occasionally a few male soldiers, either with gray beards or green complexions.

There is a circle of infantry on the outside, half of them wearing armor and carrying weapons, barely a hundred or ten people, and there should be many strong men inside to supplement the number.

This niece was not close to him. In the past, when Old Seventeen was around, his troops were elite and they formed another faction in the army. Fortunately, Old Seventeen died in the battle.

This battle is also a good opportunity to take advantage of the weakening.

But judging from the posture of this niece, she probably wouldn't risk her life to join the war.

Humph, good niece, without Qin Tong, do you think there will be no one else to covet you? The other leaders of the refugee army have asked roundabout times many times.

If you don’t want to be my Qin family’s daughter-in-law, you might as well marry this troublemaker away...

Countless thoughts flashed through Chuang Potian's mind, then he turned around and stopped thinking about it, focusing on the situation on the battlefield.

Another hour of fierce fighting passed.

Chuang Potian watched the resistance on the city wall gradually decline. He suddenly waved his riding whip and ordered his infantry to join the battlefield.

Soon, several infantry sentries were sent up in turn.

The sound of fighting suddenly became fierce on the battlefield, and fierce shouts were also heard from several other city walls. It must be that several other leaders also sent their infantry.

Under the banner of Pan Zi.

Lu Ye stood up and stretched his arms and legs. He had been holding his neck since he came out in the morning and now his body is numb.

At this moment, he was larger than before, with a flying saucer hat on his head and an inconspicuous gray coat on his body.

"Brother, why do you seem to have grown taller?" Wang Hu came over and asked.

Lu Ye chuckled and pulled open the collar to let him see. Inside was a well-made half-armor.

he whispered.

"I said that the book has merit, and the lady will reward it."

Maybe Pan Furong was afraid that his life would be lost on the city walls. Although she refused to give him the evil skills yesterday, she asked Sister Hong to give him a pair of iron armor and weapons in the evening. It is said that they were used by "Seventeenth Uncle" Commander Du. .

However, Lu Ye considered that today was just an attack on the city, so he did not wear full armor. In order to facilitate running, he only wore half of the armor, and also wrapped a cloth outside, so as not to be regarded as an important person on the battlefield and be criticized.

Wang Hu showed an envious expression.

"Brother, when can I also have a pair of iron armor?"

Miss, there has always been a lack of armor supplies, and he only has a set of iron foam armor so far.

Lu Ye patted his chest.

"Brother, you can't forget your roots as a human being."

"We are thieves now!"

"If you want the armor," he pointed at the city, his voice suddenly became deeper and his eyes were sharp, "Of course I'll steal it!"

(End of this chapter)