Chapter 174 A magnificent song of Qin Feng

In the north of Xiangyang, the sound of killing has been going on for many days.

I wonder if those crazy Maitreya believers took the wrong medicine, and have been constantly attacking the not-to-high and strong Xiangyang Lake Village for the past month.

For the 10,000 defenders in the Shuicheng, it is more than enough to deal with the attack of 60,000 to 70,000 machetes and slings with machetes. In addition, the strong military production capacity in the Shuicheng and the reserve of military rations that can be eaten for one year, theoretically, Xiangyang Lake Shuicheng will not be in danger if it lasts for only one month.

But facts are always somewhat different from theory. The Maitreya Cult Army adopted wheel tactics, attacking more than fifty times a month and thirty days a month. Even the Iron Man needs time to get oil and maintain it. Under this day and night attack, when each soldier killed at least a dozen Maitreya Cultists, the soldiers were on the verge of collapse, both mentally and physically.

When the whistle of assembly was heard every day, the soldiers got up from the ground, gathered together with dull expressions, and followed the leader's commander's lieutenant to climb up the city. At this time, the Maitreya scholars had often rushed to the city. The soldiers then mechanically bent their bows and arrows, and as soon as they aimed, they shot the arrows. Anyway, there were people below, and 90% of them could shoot one.

Whether it is speed, strength or accuracy, it is more than one level worse than before. Even if the Maitreya Cultivator has no experience in siege and no siege equipment, he can easily attack the city with just a simple ladder after twenty days. Therefore, large-scale casualties occurred. Every time the attack of the Maitreya Cultivator was repelled, the soldiers of the Zhennan Army had to pay hundreds of lives...

Fortunately, Chu Luo experienced a battle of ten times more violent than this city defense, and had expected this a long time ago. He left behind a reserve team of two thousand people and had not been involved in the battle. Only in the critical moment did he rely on this vital force to drive the escort army that attacked the city again and again.

But there were too many enemies, and they could not kill them at all and could not retreat. After a long time, even the reserve team suffered heavy casualties and almost no effect. After holding on for another three days, even Chu Luo began to despair. He sighed to his subordinates: "This is not a matter of strength. The Xiangyang Lake defenders were clearly exhausted to death."

It’s not that he didn’t want to lead people to break through, but the hundreds of powerless pulp steamers behind him couldn’t leave. This is the only hope for Zhennan Army to move south! If he left, these ships would be burned by the other party. The Zhennan Army’s years of hard work and the hopes of a generation would be destroyed. This retreat is unacceptable to the proud Qin soldiers. Even Che Yinguo, who had never experienced the battle to defend the water city, did not mention the breakthrough.

If you can't protect it, let's destroy it with it. This is the common voice of the two generals.

The collapse happened one morning.

That day, as usual, with the drizzling rain of arrows and the piles of corpses piled up under the city, countless Maitreya believers flocked to the top of the city again. The counterattack arrived as scheduled, but it was far less violent than before and could not drive them down the city. The overjoyed Maitreya believers were even more motivated and rushed to the exhausted Zhennan army soldiers on the city.

After looking at each other in dismay, the soldiers knew that they had reached the end of their lives. At this moment, there was no sadness and nostalgia. Only a kind of pride that only the Great Qin army understood was in their hearts.

His eyes suddenly became sharper, and the fatigue on his body seemed to have temporarily left. The soldiers lifted the sword that was heavier than a thousand pounds and stumbled towards the enemy to launch the last attack in their lives.

I don't know who it was, but I first started singing the song that flows in my blood—

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same comrade with me.

Wang Yu raised his army and repaired my spear and shared his enemies with his son!"

The exhausted soldiers finally fought with the enemy. Even though the arms were no longer strong after being filled with lead, and even if the sword rolled with blades was no longer sharp, they still completed the slashing again and again without reservation, slashing the hideous escort army under the knife. Blood was flying in the air, and souls were burning with it...

More enemies climbed up, and on this hundred-foot-foot city, more than two thousand Maitreya monks holding crude spears and darts were squeezed out, and in a blink of an eye the soldiers of Zhennan Army scattered on the city were divided and surrounded.

The soldiers who were trapped in the siege, leaning back to their backs, resisting the enemy without any mercy, while continuing to sing the tragic song loudly:

"How come you say you have no clothes? You have the same womb as your son.

Wang Yu raised his troops and repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me together!"

The spear pierced through the leather armor and pierced into the soldier's soft abdomen. He screamed and threw out the sword in his hand, which was just about to pierce into the enemy's face. The tip of the sword even poked three points from behind his head. At the same time, more spears pierced into the soldier's body, lifted him up high and threw him down the head of the city. As he fell down, the sad song seemed to echo in his ears again-

Is it true that I have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son.

Wang Yu raised his troops and cultivated his armor and soldiers, and walked with you!

………

As the last soldier was picked on the top of the city, the Xiangyang Lake Village, which had been defending for a month after the 200,000 fanatical believers of the Maitreya Cult, was still broken.

The Maitreya religious believers filled the city and shouted wildly, as if they had won the victory. After taking down the outer city with more than 100,000 lives, they were completely lost. Although there was an inner city, in the eyes of the leader of the Maitreya religious figure, the wooden wall, which was only ten feet tall, could no longer pose a threat to them.

There are still a thousand soldiers in the inner city. Since last night, these people have been ordered to move flammable items such as firewood, grass, tinctures, and 400 large and small ships, including pulp and steamers.

Now they have completed the task. Except for twenty injured numbers sitting everywhere with fire notes, ready to cause fire at any time, the rest have picked up weapons and prepared to make a last try.

Sitting on the sidelines and waiting for death has never been the choice of the Qin soldiers. Even if there is no way out, they will unswervingly choose to fight the trapped beasts!

The leader of the Maitreya Cultivation obviously did not learn from this fierce battle, or had learned a little, but now he was forgetful. He did not order the morale church members to take down the inner village in one go, but drove them down the city, cleared the stone hill blocking the city gate, and then opened the city gate and put the army waiting outside in.

In fact, the effort of clearing the city gate was enough to tens of thousands of people outside, climbing up and down the ladder several times. If the leader had eyes, he would definitely not have done this stupid thing of shooting himself in the foot.

The city gate finally opened, and it was an hour before they took the outer city. The soldiers of the Maitreya Cult, who were crazy in the stench of the mountain of corpses and seas of blood, rushed into the city and attacked the inner city immediately.

When the Maitreya Cult Army really attacked, it was discovered that the height of ten feet was not short, and the logs with a thickness of thighs were actually quite strong. The Zhennan Army, who was expected to survive, was actually quite fierce.

If it weren't for this precious rest time, the soldiers who had been busy all night might not be in a state of mind.

The first wave of unconscious attacks was quickly repelled. The leader of the Maitreya Cult who was watching the battle on the top of the city ordered his men to carry the ladder into the city, and launched the next wave of attacks. When the Maitreya Cultists rushed under the wall and set up the ladder, they were stunned. The ladders were all built to attack the three-meter-high outer city. The inner city wall was too short, and more than half of it was left after being loaded.

Just as the ladders were looking at each other, the siege believers had already climbed the ladder. These people were already veterans of ladder climbing, and they climbed to the height of the wall in just a few seconds. Before they could get proud of their own level, they were shocked to find that they could not jump into the city as usual, because there was a ladder in front of them blocking them.

The soldiers of Zhennan Army on the city would not give them time to consider whether to go around the ladder to the left or right, so they simply handed out the spear in their hands and stabbed the Maitreya monks who were blocked behind the ladder down the ladder.

When the Maitreya monks behind saw this scene, they stopped moving forward. Those who had climbed half of the ladder also jumped down, and the attack failed again. Although the Maitreya monks were not afraid of death, they did not mean that they would accept this stupid way of death.

The leader of the Maitreya Cult, who was angry and embarrassed, quickly launched a third offensive. After observation, he found that the gate of the inner city could not be as strong as that of the outer city. This time, he ordered dozens of great men to carry a thick log and hit the gate desperately under the cover of the believers.

Finally, he accidentally hit him and got the vital points of the inner city. Because he never expected that the naval base built in the inner lake would suffer a disaster one day, Xiangyang Lake Water Village did not build an inner city at all. This inner wall was just a to cover the work of the inner dock workshop, and there was no defensiveness at all. Therefore, the door on the inner wall was really just a gate. If the soldiers had not temporarily reinforced it and blocked dozens of bags of earth and stone at the door, the log would probably have been knocked open in an instant.

Even so, after five fierce impacts, the iron hoop that surrounded the gate finally deformed and broke, and the gate made of more than a dozen logs suddenly became ripped open. The believers suddenly became energetic and rushed up to clean up the earth and rocks blocking the door, regardless of the arrows shot from the city.

A thousand Zhennan soldiers who were standing back to the lake and were waiting for the battle appeared in front of the Maitreya religious believers in a dignified manner. The two sides were less than five feet apart.

Seeing the Maitreya Cultivator who was at a loss on the other side, Chu Luo, who was standing in the military formation, smiled. He looked at Che Yinguo, who was hanging hissing, and said, "I didn't expect you and I will become the same life couple."

Che Yinguo went to the city to supervise the battle a few days ago, and was shot by a stray arrow to the left shoulder blade. The muscles on the left half of the muscles immediately did not dare to move. Not only was their arms hanging up, but they could not even smile. He curled his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Chu, I actually always want to say something to you."

Chu Luo was curious and smiled and said, "Look at me."

Che Yinguo said lightly: "This sentence is: You should read carefully."

Chu Luo laughed and said, "I accept this opinion. When I arrive in the underworld, how do you teach me well?"

Che Yinguo nodded and said, "I am extremely willing."

Seeing that the enemy had come to his senses, he was about to launch the final attack. Chu Luo suddenly said, "We are all dying. I'll ask you something. Can you answer truthfully? Let me be a wise ghost."

Che Yinguo looked at the Maitreya church members who were getting closer and closer, and thought to himself, it was already this time, why are you afraid of missing out? Thinking of this, he nodded fiercely.

Chu Luo turned his head, looked at Che Yinguo with bright eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you steal that drawing?"

Che Yinguo swallowed his saliva and said firmly: "Brother, don't worry, I'm not a lackey of Nan Chu." Then he wanted to tell him what happened.

At this time, the soldiers suddenly burst out with cheers, interrupting Che Yinguo's words. The two looked up and found that the rear formation of the Maitreya Cult Army had already been in a mess. Looking further away, they saw a team of blue armored cavalry, led by a young captain holding a mace, rushing violently behind the Maitreya Cult.

"Little Young Master?" Che Yinguo shouted in surprise. Chu Luo, who was on the side, was excited but a little disappointed. He knew that he could not ask about the whereabouts of the drawings this time.

The two thousand cavalrymen of Boshang Saiyang finally arrived in time. Of course, if the leader of the Maitreya Cult had not had a fever and cleared the city gate, even if they arrived, they would have to stare outside the city. The four-legged horse could not cross the tall city wall.

Fortunately, this was a waste of time, Boshang Saiyang's cavalry barracks could enter the city without any obstacles and slash the enemy's butt with one sword. Boshang Saiyang took the lead, shouted and swung the mace, and rushed into the enemy formation. Before the Maitreya clan could react, more than a dozen people had already died under his eighty-pound mace.

With one blow, Bosang Saiyang continued to move forward without stopping. The mace in his hand also danced into a big windmill. Everyone could not avoid it, and all flesh and blood would fly everywhere. If unfortunately they were hit, they would not even be able to fall down.

The lethality of his passing is second, the key is that it is too great to stimulate the enemy's senses. Seeing that the people around him are touched, there is no one left in the whole way, the Maitreya religious believers couldn't help but be scared and urinate to both sides. They even forced themselves into the dense crowd, giving him a passage of about a foot wide. The cavalry behind took the opportunity to follow the captain closely. As long as they stretched out their weapons, they could take the lives of countless enemies like harvesting crops.

Bo Shang Saiyang's goal was very clear. To capture the thief, he would first kill the enemy's head under the horse. Any enemy who dared to obstruct was broken by his mace, and then he was stepped into flesh mud by the two thousand cavalry later. In the blink of an eye, he was less than five feet away from the leader of the Maitreya Sect who was wearing a golden robe, afraid that others would not know about it.

At this time, even the fool knew that the target of this mace boy was the leader of the Maitreya Sect under heavy protection. This enlightenment made the leader who was originally furious and nervous. Such a big iron hedgehog would not feel good when he hit him. Thinking of this, the leader shouted: "Stop him, stop him!"

The Abbot's Army has been established for more than a month, although it is still messy, but it is not completely clueless. At least the leader's personal guard has been built.

Hundreds of loyal guards rode their war horses and rushed towards Boshang Saiyang.

We have said a long time ago that soldiers riding war horses does not mean that they are cavalry. Therefore, these leaders and guards who were close to the water towers and first got the moon, although they all rode on horses, their combat effectiveness did not increase but decline, which also created an opportunity for Bosang Saiyang to become famous in his battle.

Seeing hundreds of riders rushing towards him, Bo Shang Saiyang was not surprised but happy. He saw his eyes wide open and his muscles tense. He actually grabbed the end of the rod handle with one hand and raised an eighty-pound pig iron mace diagonally. Then he shouted loudly, swung the one-meter-long mace out, and immediately smashed the three riders who rushed in front, and threw them all off the horse's back, flew straight back, and knocked several people off the horse.

Before the mace fell below the waist, Boshang Saiyang slapped his left hand seven inches from the handle of the rod, and the powerful castration suddenly became like a mud cow entering the sea. The left hand slapped on the handle of the rod, and the mace, which had already stopped, quickly lifted upwards again.

Caught off guard, two more riders were hit. This time the unlucky one was the war horse. The sharp spike on the hammer head brought the entire chest away, revealing the bloody and fuzzy inside, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Then the mace was rising, Boshang Saiyang held it tightly with both hands, clamped his crotch, and held it toward the enemy in front of him.
Chapter completed!