My name is Ren

Chapter 202 The battlefield is a magical stage. Some people become famous, while others are bleak
The sun gradually rises from the east, lighting up this cold and dark world, and the black gradually recedes as the sun rises until it disappears from people's sight.

The walls of Milin City were crowded with people. These people did not have sophisticated armor or sophisticated weapons. The equipment on most of them was not even as good as those of third-rate armed forces.There is a wooden plank hanging on the chest, which is tightly tied to the body with ropes, and they hold a fork or a hoe in their hands, which is all their equipment.But from these people, one can feel an aura of indomitable and fighting spirit.

This momentum comes from mourning, from fear.

When fear reaches its limit, it will become the soil that breeds courage. For creatures with complex consciousness and intelligence like humans, there is only one thing that humans fear most, and that is death.

All kinds of religions that have appeared and disappeared always use different languages ​​to describe the world after death. Guangming God believes that if death is for faith, then after death, they will ascend to heaven and enjoy boundless happiness.Other religions have similar descriptions. In short, death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life.Religion absorbs believers through the analysis and fantasy of the great horror between life and death, and uses the fear of death to guide the consciousness of believers.

However, these are of no use to the residents of Milin City who may not see tomorrow.They are not believers who still have this long life journey and can gradually fill their inner fears through faith, nor are they believers who have firm beliefs that their souls will inevitably sublimate after death.They were just ordinary people, so ordinary that they could be seen everywhere, and death only brought them unprecedented fear, not relief and detachment.

So they have to fight death with all their strength, all their anger.

Courage quietly germinates and grows in the heart shrouded in fear, and becomes a big tree that can make them angry.

Facing the dense crowd of human heads in Milin City, the rebels didn't care at all. They were just a group of farmers and civilians. They didn't even receive the slightest training. They didn't even know how to deal with waves of people. Offensive like the tide.In the hearts of the rebels, these people are not to be feared.Before the assembly horn blew in the morning, they already knew what happened last night, and they also knew the order to massacre the city.

The profession of a soldier is a very special type of work. You have to undergo arduous training on weekdays, and you have to face the threat of death in war. Everyone's mentality becomes numb and distorted unconsciously.They need to vent, even if they don't know why to vent, but the instinct and tendency of biological healthy growth make them instinctively have a strong desire to vent.

What kind of venting can satisfy the requirements of these soldiers whose job is to kill?
It is nothing more than wanton plundering, killing, and doing all the bad things they know, as long as they are not allowed by morality, they are the best way for them to vent.This kind of behavior that breaks taboos and moral norms can fully satisfy the cruelty and bloodthirsty in human bones, obtain unspeakable pleasure, and relieve the pressure and fear accumulated in their hearts.

When they knew that they could massacre the city, the morale of these soldiers reached its peak in an instant.They couldn't wait to fill their stomachs and took up weapons, just like the peasants on the city wall, full of desire for victory.

One is for survival, the other is for killing.Completely different purposes, but a flower with the same name "fighting spirit" bloomed.The complexity of human nature is so unpredictable in front of people's eyes at this moment.

The huge siege equipment began to move slowly. The infantrymen got ready and began to slowly advance with their small round shields. The knights checked their equipment and kept moving forward with the boarding vehicle.The pots of boiling animal fat on the city wall gave off a burnt smell, and the palms of the farmers holding their farm tools began to sweat.

The moment the first siege vehicle's connecting plate buckled the battlements, the war began!

Horses carrying knights began to charge along the slope leading straight to the city wall. The soldiers under the city wall kept throwing their hooks towards the top of the wall, and the rangers standing a little behind also opened their bows and shot.At this moment, the war did not have any soothing prelude, and directly entered the most brutal and intense battle.

The No.1 knight has already rushed to the top of the wall on his horse, and the high-jumping horse stretches its four hooves wantonly in the air. Maybe it doesn't know that this is not a practice, nor a game, but It's war.The long spear that was erected in an instant pierced the horse directly, and also pierced the knight on the horse's back.But the moment the heavy horses and knights fell heavily, they also knocked away the dense crowd.Compared with the fragile life of human beings, the vitality of war horses is obviously more resilient.

The horse that had been stabbed into a hedgehog was still kicking its four hooves, trying to kick away the surrounding crowd in fright, trying to stand up.But soon, the crowd that surrounded them raised their swords, spears, hoes, and forks, and beat the war horse into a huge bloody mass in a very short time.Four or five young and strong young men vigorously raised their horses and threw them off the city wall. The soldiers who were climbing the city wall below were unable to dodge, and were hit by a horse weighing several hundred kilograms. scraped off.

With a bang, blood splashed everywhere, but the screams were covered by the screams of killing, and there was an insignificant splash.

Seeing that the soldiers clinging to the city wall had climbed two-thirds of the way, buckets of boiling oil were poured down.The soldiers raised their small round shields to block one or two, but they fell down one by one with howling.They fell to the ground and writhed their fractured bodies. Blisters appeared on their faces, arms, and bodies, making them extremely miserable.

When a rebel soldier narrowly escaped two splashes of boiling oil and the soldiers falling from above, the moment he clasped his hands on the wall and jumped up, the smile and ecstasy on his face just rose, and a hoe slammed Hit him on the head.The not-so-hard helmet was hit loudly, the farmer in his thirties still had fear on his face, and the rebel soldiers didn't even have time to squeeze out of their throats, blood accompanied by brains and skulls Fragments flowed out of the helmet.

He fell straight from the top of the wall, and by the way, brought down the two colleagues behind him, and fell heavily to the ground.

The will of the defenders was unexpectedly strong, and the number of them was too large, which was completely equal to the number of rebels. It was not as easy as attacking the city before, and they could easily seize a wall.At this moment, every inch of the wall will cost dozens of deaths, and it is not even possible to grab it.

The knights rushed up one after another, only to be thrown down again, causing the knights behind who were about to charge to deliberately set their footsteps.Two siege vehicles were used for other purposes and became exclusive to the soldiers. They carried the heavy tower shields and ran towards the wall, trying to use their solid defensive equipment to break a hole.If it was a conventional battle, maybe they could achieve such a result, but this is not a conventional battle.

What they are facing is not light and sharp blades, or two-handed swords that are completely defensive, but farm tools that are hard to guard against.The design of these agricultural tools is to exert maximum strength while saving energy, not to kill people or anything.When the farmer swung his long-accustomed hoe and smashed it at the shield, when the farmer forcefully inserted the half-meter-wide jig fork into the calves of those heavily armored soldiers.

These heavily armored soldiers, who were invincible against the light infantry, found themselves in a tragedy. Huge forces kept hitting his body like a drum, and the sharp spikes could hit him from time to time. Piercing through the not-so-tight gaps between the armor.

Before he could even wave the flail in his hand, the chain on the flail was pierced by the fork, causing him to lose his balance and fall from the tall siege engine.

The heavy equipment became the coffin of heavily armored soldiers. With a bang, blood flowed out from the gaps between the armors, without any sign of life.

Arrows pierced the poorly equipped peasants with the sound of whistles, and the peasants fell off the wall one after another, using their bodies to turn into boulders of wood, and brought down one by one the soldiers who were clinging to the city wall.

The ballista with the fifth-level magic base finally started to work after being slowly wound up and reloaded, and the steel rods as thick as adult thighs shot towards the city wall and the top of the wall with a whistling sound.

The thick steel rod was getting closer and closer in the farmer's terrified eyes, but there was no room for turning around on the crowded city wall. The moment he touched the steel rod, his whole body was cracked and exploded in fours and fives. open.In an instant, a blank area that was more than one meter wide was cleared behind him, and blood and corpses were flying all over the sky.But the vacant space was filled by people at this moment.

The battlefield is a very magical place. Once the two sides start fighting, they will forget the fear of death, and their hearts will be filled with anger and killing.Humans are animals, the cruelty in their bones is manifested vividly at this moment, it even makes them forget everything, only killing, killing, and killing in their eyes.

The so-called "precious" life, at this moment, on the battlefield, the cheap ones are not even as good as the cheapest skilled women in the technical service centers, and they are constantly being cleaned up like garbage that can be seen everywhere.Whether it is dreams, ideals, or pursuits, they all become pale and ridiculous here.With a sword down and a gun stabbed out, all expectations have become a ridiculous past.

There is no justice, and there is no evil. In the final analysis, it is all for the selfish and self-interested nature, as well as the impulse brought about by the instinctive desire to survive.

Blood flow!
(End of this chapter)