Chapter 156 What Should Become

The arrows shot from the head of Tiannan City became more and more crazy. The defenders of Tiannan even ignored the rain of arrows shot by the officers and soldiers under the city, and tried their best to poke their bodies out of the arrows on the city tower and bent their bows at the officers and soldiers who were approaching quickly. Anytime and anywhere, the counterattacks of Huaizhou were shot to death by the archers of the officers and soldiers and fell down the city tower. But the threat of death could not stop the violent Huaiyang soldiers at all.

The city is about to break, and no one can escape. No one in Huaiyang City has hope of survival. I just hope to repel the offensive of officers and soldiers again, and live one more day. Is there a crazy person who jumped down from the city tower with a gunpowder jar or an oil altar, and a wave of death was set off among the crowds of people who were climbing like ants.

The flames and smoke have completely lost their sense of direction and collapsed half of the urncheng lanes.

Wuning Town, one of the three towns in Tiannan, trembled his arms slightly but couldn't lift them up. Like a dehydrated fish, the feeling of exhaustion and weakness enveloped his whole body. The corpses were everywhere, the corpses of his loyal subordinates, and the corpses of the official knights.

The cavalry that had just now rushed in recklessly and hit the arranged spear formation hard. It was really impatient and stupid to charge with the cavalry with tall horses in such a narrow doorway.

Sun Longqiu wanted to open his mouth and smile, but found that even this slight action brought heart-wrenching pain. Although the cavalry of this team of officials was stupid, they were really elite and fierce, which almost caused his subordinates to suffer casualties.

Although all kinds of dying wails and arrows whistling in his ears were heard, it made no sense to him. Looking at the figures approaching, suddenly a deafening tap sounded inside the door.

"Kill...", a group of armored cavalry swung their sabers and shouted and passed by Sun Longqiu, crossed the piles of corpses, rushed out of the Ximen City Cave, and knocked down the figures like a storm, tore the fog and dust smoke, and rushed out of the city.

Sun Longqiu coughed lightly, and watched these solemn and determined cavalry swept past their side. Their embroidered robes were one of the three marriage houses affiliated to the office. He moved his hand with some excitement and tried to lift the knife, but his extremely weak hand could not complete such a simple action.

But he could no longer suppress the blood gushing out of his mouth. His body fell sideways like a golden mountain and jade pillar, leaning against the city gate wall, and then slowly slid down the wall, collapsed to the ground. The eyes full of attachment gradually dimmed, and only a hoarse call came out of his throat: "Your Majesty, goodbye to the next life."

For me, the leisurely and comfortable life in front of the formation has ushered in a new day.

“It’s so enjoyable…”

I greedily embroidered the fragrance in the air and couldn't help but stretch. The guard had already arranged a copper hot pot.

The chicken and duck stand is used to make soup, and fish fillets, chicken slices, squid slices, tenderloin slices, as well as local fish noodles and pho noodles in Tiannan. As the soup boils, the aroma is everywhere, making people saliva.

A large plate of fried three flowers, waist, liver slices and intestines, and fried with fried scallion oil, it is crispy and refreshing. Then, a five-year roast made of Xiajiang's unique glutinous rice is a difficult enjoyment in this battlefield.

When you come to the army in front of the formation, you are not as free and easy as the rear. The so-called entry and exit between camps is strictly controlled and you cannot openly live a private life like Anguan Town.

If you want to continue to contact friendly forces to expand your business, you can only do it secretly.

Fortunately, all the merchants and travelers from all over the world came with the army, spontaneously gathered into a large market behind the camp, and almost everything was traded, showing some short and abnormal prosperity.

I also sent a group of people there, mainly Qian Shuining and Zheng Chuan. Qian Shuining is mainly responsible for leading the team, promoting and selling some of our products, as well as the special products of the Borneo Guild Hall.

For example, the military rations, fried noodles and various canned foods of my family were originally only supplied to the navy team and a small number of ships. Now it is just a time to promote and distribute these official army's mainland divisions in disguise to open a breakthrough.

As the traditional military supply industry of the Southern Dynasties was extremely large in scale, and the interests were mixed and idle people could not intervene. I am currently only in the Southeast Recruitment and Discipline Inspection Office with a slightly better independence, and have achieved some results.

Then, according to the suggestions of a business group mainly from Borneo people, we bought some local specialties on behalf of us, mainly jade materials, fragrant medicines, etc., with high added value and light weight, and loaded them from the river to ship to sea.

Zheng Zhi was in his old business. In comparison, he was really as if he was in water. In a short period of time, hundreds of people sold and transferred out of his hands, mainly through his own channels to agents from faraway border states to develop, including some local vassal leaders in Borneo.

For this reason, Xin Jiaxuan also advised me that this move would harm the harmony, damage one's character and affect his reputation. For this reason, I accepted advice and then turned around to explain to Zheng Zhi to make it more concealed.

After all, relying on his personal intention and moral obsession, the overall trend cannot be changed. At least the household registration that we traded will end better than others.

Being a regulated pioneer is better than selling to the Wang family as a slave to a foreign country, or going to a black-hearted mine to a mine that never sees the sun a few times in your life. It is also said that at least these remote border states that require population development will at least treat and be treated better and will not be easily consumed by former Chinese people who can communicate with them.

This is also the best I can do. After all, we are not going to the battlefield, and we are dedicated to charity that is contrary to everyone.

Because there are benefits and sources from the back, I can also give extra meals to the military generals from time to time, or secretly open some small dishes and entertain myself, etc.

"Enemy attack..."

"Enemy attack..."

The shouts came one after another, one more panicked.

"I really saw the ghost..."

I dropped the bowls and chopsticks, ran out of the tent, and stood at a high place, and saw that the direction of the city wall was already filled with smoke and dust.

"It's obviously not the direction of the attack..."

I murmured in a low voice,

The camp in the besieged city was filled with boiling water. There were already many panicked figures before the enemy approached. It was obvious that they lacked enough psychological preparation for the surprise attack in the city.

Or the more elite troops were all drawn to other directions to make key breakthroughs, and the troops left here were of one level in quality and quantity.

As the smoke and dust approached quickly, I truly realized what it means to do with horse strolling camps. Those official troops who desperately shot arrows from the camps or gathered to block them were almost broken and dispersed without a single enemy.

These raid cavalry from the city reflected some kind of exquisite riding skills that had been in battle formations for a long time. They carried their horses over obstacles and passed through narrow places, almost without causing enough obstacles.

Just like the mountain streams flowing through the earth, scattered and aggregated into strands, almost nothing can hinder them.

This is the elite cavalry, this is the real horse fighting skill. Seeing them accurately throwing fire pots or other burning objects into those camps, like smoked mice, driving away the hidden official troops or blocking them.

Unfortunately, I couldn't appreciate it, because those who were driven to death among the camps were all my friendly forces, and their goals were quite firm, approaching me.

You sister, a fool can tell that the other party’s target is this earthen platform, and I shouted loudly.

"Beat the drum, prepare for the battle..."

After a few breaths, the heart-wrenching drums and whistles sounded behind me, and then the officers shouted.

"Spear team, come forward to meet the enemy..."

"The white soldiers cover both wings..."

"The shooting team starts, the gun team prepares..."

In this moment, the cavalry had already reached hundreds of steps before, and suddenly more than a dozen people fell down, but the shooting team standing in the front row had already begun to show their power. Unfortunately, the experience was a little lacking, and only half of them hit the target. Then the cavalry began to dismount, and then drove away the horses' cover to block most of the arrows that were fired again, leaving a bunch of horse corpses to quickly come forward.

But I couldn't help but curse and didn't care about the war horse. This means that we are facing a suicide force that Xia Ding is determined to go but never return.

The two sound teams ran back and fled without orders. A few of them fell behind with a slow reaction, and were caught up by these enemy troops and cut down and covered up. Fortunately, their target was Tutai, and they did not pay too much attention to the escaped sound team.

Taking advantage of the prelude to the restraint and harassment of the shooting team, according to the carving rules, the three teams of gunmen on the earth platform divided into two long lines of squats and stands behind before building a half-man-high bunker to start preparing for the enemy.

They were almost a little slow, stiff, or trembling in their limbs. They began to check the compression spring and flint clips, then went to a vertical long gun, tear the medicine tube, loaded the medicine, and tamped the pressure rod...

Although I have been repeatedly trained, during the first round of shooting, due to the tension in the battle and other reasons, I have even forgotten to load the bullets, or I have not used wax paper balls to compact the bullets. Before the gun was fired down, the bullets rolled out first.

The surging enemies were almost unchanged, with only a few figures in the front row swaying and disappearing into the crowd. They almost let out ridiculous roars and rushed forward with even more excitement.

With the veterans who had participated in the Meishan Pavilion attack and the surviving veterans shouted and corrected at the top of their lungs, these gunmen who had fired almost responded to conditioning, or were relieved and turned away to the back row, giving up their positions to those gunmen who had already loaded most of the gunmen.

The edge above the earth platform was once again submerged in a faint white smoke, and the enemy was still not significantly less, but the figure standing in the front row seemed to have changed a little, and some people were bleeding while trotting.

After the third round of shooting, these gunmen seemed to find a feeling. Although the number of fires was still so large, the hit rate suddenly increased a lot. At least dozens of bodies, like broken water bags, suddenly bleed, or the body was shaken and covered the wound, and was pushed down by the people behind and stepped on them.

This was from the camp behind the Tutai, and other gun teams that circled around the two sides, and under the cover of the white soldiers on both wings, they began to fire in a long horizontal lineup one after another.

At this time, the enemy troops had already rushed to the edge of the earthen platform

The spears squatting in the trench behind the wooden fence that was slanted, suddenly stood up in unison, clasped the long pole with both hands, and suddenly exhaled, like a slanting direction. The vanguards who rushed in front were like sparse waves, and encountered spikes full of thorns, and instantly dyed the spots on the slope red by the bright red color.

Even if they have very good protective armor, they will not be injured, or are stuck at home and deviate, and they will lose their support or roll down the slope.

The offensive was slightly frustrated and it seemed that they could not affect their determination. After a few breaths, I saw dozens of cards found there that I didn't know were raised and pushed in front of me, and rushed to the earth platform again. Because of the need for array cooperation, the speed was inevitably slower this time, but it successfully approached the simple fence, almost shoulder to shoulder against the tips of the piercing spears, the iron-wrapped card and the fine iron spear tips, and then it made a harsh sound, and then it was unbearable to flip or break.

Then some cards were pressed on the wooden fence and became tiptoe objects to cross. Although many of them quickly,

The conditioned spearmen were poked and pierced in the air, or were stabbed when they climbed over the fence, and their legs were injured, and their intestines were rotten and hung upside down on the tip of the wood. However, some people successfully jumped over the fence with their hands and corpses and slashed in the spearmen. Others could only throw the spears and use their short swords and daggers to try to fight with huge differences.

At this time, the gun teams on both wings had already shot several rounds, and fell down layers after layers of these enemy troops, which had less protection from the sides, like peeled onions.

The three condescending gun teams above the earth platform crossed their heads and directly shot the back teams that were lacking in cover. Because the closer hits increased significantly, almost every time the gunshots were fired, the human body would fall off and roll down.

It seemed that he felt the crisis on both wings, and these brave enemy soldiers were almost quick to make a decision.

He quickly divided two teams of people, and bypassed the earth platform and rushed towards the wings, and quickly dispersed the gun teams and retreated. He took advantage of the momentum to chase for a while, but was blocked by a row of spears again.

After all, these dead soldiers who came out to attack the camp were used to fighting. They almost rushed in with the tip of the spear. After being penetrated and picked more than ten people, they also dragged the spear forest and fell down, opening a big gap. The people behind took the opportunity to step on their shoulders and backs, jumped into the spear team and suddenly slashed and slashed in close proximity. Suddenly, the scene of flesh and blood flying became tragic.

Then these gun teams were surrounded by spearmen. Under the leadership of the team officer, they almost pinched the hot barrel, and started loading and firing again with red eyes. After accidentally injuring Ruoyu's friendly troops, they slightly curbed the enemy soldiers who rushed into the crowd.

At this time, the white soldiers who were personally led by Feng Juanqi did not face him head-on, but rushed into the side along the deep ditch, and immediately dispersed these small but very powerful enemy soldiers, with a sharp spirit, saving the spear team that was in danger and almost disintegrated.

And behind the ground platform,

"Get back..."

And I personally led the model team and another white team to block the group of Shenji Army that fled on the earth platform.

"Escape and die..."

"If you don't attack the enemy first, you will die..."

They followed me and immediately took a few steps back from the crowd that escaped.

"I am a soldier of Shenji. The order of the five armies is here. How dare you..."

A middle-aged captain almost roared and splashed the foam on my face.

Then there was a bang, and I fired a projectile against his forehead, as a reply

In the silence and horror, the body that had broken open most of the skulls and slowly wiped the barrel of the red and white objects into purgation.

Then he muttered in a low voice,

"It's the most annoying thing about spouting water..."

Then these somewhat lost deserters were driven back by me, but found that the weapons in their hands were pale and the guard Guo, who was left on the position with a few people, stared at me with a complicated expression, but said nothing

At this time, the spear teams that blocked the enemy had almost all been destroyed. The white soldiers I brought were almost, over the somewhat panicked gunmen, and fought against the enemy soldiers again.

With this blocking, the gunmen finally completed the preparations for the formation again, then leaned forward again, continued to shoot at the enemy's rear squad, and supported the White Army.
To be continued...