Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 99

The night engulfed the earth like a monster, and the cool night breeze blew over the rolling mountains in the distance. The city of Donghuang Town was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the fire illuminated the city walls. The whole afternoon of killing left Donghuang Town in a mess.

Xue Wuman, the commander of the cavalry unit of the Central Army, was so gloomy that he was able to drip water. The Central Army unit, which has always been brave and good at fighting, was actually blocked by a small town with less than a hundred defenders for four or five hours. It's a shame, a naked shame.

The three thousand-man commanders who had failed in the battle had their heads cut off by the angry Xue Wuman. Their headless corpses were thrown on the wilderness and let the wild wolves devour them. The rest of the generals were chilled.

Donghuang Town is like a meat grinder. No matter how many Central Army soldiers attack, they will be smashed into pieces. Although the defenders have reached the end of the road, the number of young and strong has dropped to less than 20, and Xingtu soldiers are less than [-]. It seems that a charge can be won, but every time they can tenaciously repel the cavalry of the Central Army.

On the city wall, stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere. The charred corpse emits blue smoke, and the blood solidifies on the wall into a dark red color, emitting a stench.

The sweltering weather made mosquitoes fly constantly. The dilapidated black battle flag and the soldiers with broken armor leaned helplessly on the city wall, recovering their strength. The entire Donghuang Town was terribly quiet, because the old, weak, women and children had already evacuated, only some The surviving defenders are still holding out.

Centurion Rodman's arm was completely cut off, and he was wrapped in a black cloth by a strong man named Battelle, but the piercing pain made Rodman's face pale, and he looked extremely weak.

Battelle was sitting next to Centurion Rodman holding the warhammer covered in minced meat, and was raising his head and filling his throat with water from the water bag.

Although Battelle looks naive, he is definitely a fierce man on the battlefield. Without him, Donghuang Town would have already fallen.

"Battelle, withdraw when the fight starts, you still have your mother to take care of." Rodman leaned on the cold corpse and said to the strong man Battelle, he didn't want this strong man to die in battle like this.

"My lord, if you don't leave, I won't leave either. You promised to give me an official post after the war is over." Battelle said stubbornly.

Rodman shook his head, looked at the corpses in the city and said helplessly: "I may have to break my promise, this place can no longer be held, you should go, live, and take your mother out of here."

"No, I won't go if you don't go."

"You are different from me. I am a centurion. My task is to guard this place. You are different. You are a commoner..."

No matter how Rodman persuaded, Battelle was unwilling to leave. Rodman was full of guilt for this man. If it wasn't for him, he would not have joined the battlefield.

"Sir, the enemy is coming up again!" A young man serving as a sentinel shouted towards Rodman.

After several hours of brutal fighting, most of the young and strong had died and turned into cold corpses, while those who survived were no longer flustered, with a fierce murderous look on their faces, becoming like veterans Take it easy.

Rodman grabbed the saber next to him with one hand, struggled to stand up, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Ready to fight——".

Rodman's voice sounded like a trumpet, and the "corpses" staggered and struggled to stand up from the pile of corpses, silently picked up their weapons, and gathered around the broken battle flag.

The young and surviving Xingtu soldiers were haggard, covered with scars, and their armor was in tatters. Their swords were full of gaps, but their eyes were resolute, and they had an aura of seeing death as home.

"Brothers, it is my honor that I, Rodman, can live and die with the big guy. If I die in battle, please ask the living brother to bring the message to the big guy. There is not a single coward in our Centurion!" Luo Deman's empty arm was particularly abrupt under the light of the fire, and his hoarse voice was particularly tragic.

Through the battlefield of gunpowder smoke, a large number of strong and sharp dynasty soldiers are rushing towards Donghuang Town. The sound of dense footsteps keeps approaching. In the cold night, there are constantly clanging sounds of weapons and armor colliding.

This time, Dynasty soldiers invested a full three thousand soldiers, vowing to wipe out the defenders of Donghuang Town in one fell swoop.

Xue Wuman ordered with a grim expression: "No blade of grass will be left in Donghuang Town!"

Countless black shadows leaped towards Donghuang Town, and the swords in their hands shone like snow in the dark night.

At this moment, the defenders of Donghuang Town have reached the point of desperation. The arrows have been shot, and the food is gone. The city wall is even more incomplete, and a huge hole has been blasted out.

At the gap, Battelle brought more than 100 young and strong guards here, his eyes showed fierceness, and he held the warhammer in his hand, staring closely at the overwhelming dynasty soldiers.

The soldiers of the dynasty rushed over arrogantly and haughtily, holding their round shields and sabers.

"Ah!!" The war hammer in Battelle's hand was turned, and several dynasty soldiers who rushed over first were thrown away, but there were too many dynasty soldiers, and soon a few dynasty soldiers rolled and approached Battelle, chopping with sharp sabers. to him.

puff!Battelle was injured, his thigh was slashed by the saber, blood was dripping immediately, and he knelt down on the ground with a painful expression.

"Be careful, Battelle!" A young man rushed over, wanting to protect Battelle, but just as he fell on Battelle, several black lances had already pierced the young and strong body into a gourd of blood.

"Ah!" Battelle turned over the familiar villager, his eyes were so angry that he could spit out fire, and the warhammer smashed out, and the two dynasty soldiers immediately flew upside down screaming, smashing into a pool of blood.

The soldiers from both sides killed together at the gap, cursing, roaring, and screams intertwined. In the darkness, blood rained heavily, and soldiers were knocked down by the corpses and fell to the ground.

The fighting was also fierce on the city wall. The soldiers of the dynasty continued to rush up the city wall along the ladder built by the corpses. There were less than 30 young men and soldiers beside Rodman, and the enemies were already pouring in continuously.

Half an hour later, the only one standing on the city wall was Rodman covered in blood. With his sword in his hand, he tried to straighten his chest, and hundreds of soldiers from the dynasty surrounded him cautiously.

They were in awe of this rebel officer who fought to the death.

Rodman looked at the gap in the city wall, where there were corpses like mountains, all the defenders had fallen, and a large number of dynasty soldiers were rushing in.

"Surrender, we will give you the treatment you deserve—" a thousand-man leader of the Dynasty shouted loudly, and they admired the brave soldiers in their hearts.

Rodman laughed miserably, raised his sword, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes: "Come on, I won't surrender!"

Seeing that Rodman was determined to die, the commander of a thousand people waved his hand helplessly, and several dynasty soldiers rushed up with stabbing guns.

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