In the camp of the Han army, the camp belonging to the death battalion, there was peace and quiet. That's right, anyone who sees the crazy performance of the death camp on the battlefield, the crazy figure, and then looks at the current death camp camp, and the atmosphere of the camp, will feel blind.

This is not at all like a camp where soldiers are stationed, and even the soldiers of the death battalion who are now in the open space in the camp are lazy. If they put down the weapons in their hands, then they can probably occupy their own place in the extremely peaceful village.

"Boom." A screeching sound echoed through the camp, a sometimes high-pitched, sometimes muffled sound that could only be produced by the rubbing of a hard object against another hard object.

The soldiers of the death battalion in the big camp did not have any resistance to this sound, they drank what they should drink, and they slept on the straw pile, and no one was affected by this sound. Anyway, even if the coach Lu Zhi comes, they can't let them put down the "big thing" at hand, let alone just a little sound.

Li Qianjun was sharpening his knife, **** on his upper body, fine beads of sweat had appeared on his body, and the injuries he suffered last time were bandaged with cloth bands, only revealing the marks of herbs. With one hand on the tip of the blade and the other on the handle, he kept moving his long knife back and forth, making the blade come into contact with the whetstone, rubbing again and again. He did it very seriously, from time to time he raised his knife, carefully observed the blade by the rays of the sun, and touched it with his fingers, and when he was not satisfied, he continued the boring action of sharpening the knife.

On the light green whetstone, there is already a trace of a downward line, which is left by the continuous friction between the edge of the long knife and the surface of the whetstone. At the same time, in this trace, there is also a red mark, which is left by the long knife. When the blood dried, it attached to the long knife, and when it was sharpened, it stained the whetstone.

After each battle, Li Qianjun would sharpen his sword, and this habit had penetrated deep into his bone marrow. If the knife is not sharpened, it will not work, just like people, as long as Li Qianjun does not practice the knife for a day, his hands will be rusty, and the knife will be dull if he is not sharpened for a day. And these two are about life.

Sharpening the knife again and again, Li Qianjun's heart has fallen into a state of calmness, and looking out of his eyes, he can clearly see the cold glow reflected by the blade. The outline of his facial features, from a vague shadow, gradually became clearer, and finally completely reflected on the blade.

A knife that kills a lot of people becomes a murder knife. A knife kills a lot more, and there are no cracks, and it is continuous, it can be called a treasure knife. He was sharpening his knife, in the process of fighting again and again, and sharpening his knife again and again. At the same time, he was sharpened together, as well as him himself.

All the thoughts in his heart were sharpened and disappeared in the process of sharpening the knife, and Li Qianjun's whole body glowed with an incomparably sharp edge, and as soon as the other soldiers of the death battalion saw him, they seemed to see a knife. He has a knife in his heart, so naturally, a person is a knife, which is also the reason why Li Qianjun has been able to come so far, and he has been seriously injured many times, but he has not died.

That is, he never saw himself as a man, but as a knife!

"Whirring ......"

"Boom......"

Li Qianjun's breath had entered a peculiar rhythm, which rose and fell with the sound of sharpening the knife, which was incomparably in harmony.

Not far from Li Qianjun's sharpening of the knife, Yun Shui stood wildly, constantly shaking his arms, and one by one the flying knives were thrown out of his hands, shooting straight at the scarecrow in the distance at a very fast speed. "Aggressive", these throwing knives all accurately shot on a wooden board on the scarecrow's chest, nailed straight to the top, and entered the wood for three points.

There is no need to doubt what kind of damage these throwing knives will cause when they hit people, in the previous battle, Yun Shui used his flying knives to kill many Yellow Turban soldiers, and also used throwing knives to save many soldiers of the death battalion. It's just that it's not enough, he still feels that it's not enough, so he is still practicing every moment.

He must be able to follow his hands and eyes to the point where his eyes move with his heart, as long as this way, on the rapidly changing battlefield, he can see the trend of the entire battlefield and notice everyone around him. Every time you kill an additional Yellow Turban soldier, you can reduce the pressure on one of your own soldiers, and a small throwing knife at a critical time can also save someone's life.

Perhaps his throwing knife is already incredible in the eyes of others, but in his own eyes, it is never enough. What the clouds and waters could not let go of was the throbbing of him being firmly protected behind him by the other soldiers, who all said that they would protect him because they could save his life. But what they have lost is their lives!

He can save people, but the speed of saving people is far from catching up with the speed of the dead. This is unacceptable to the tide of the clouds, if, if it can be a little faster!

A throwing knife shot out at a faster rate, hitting the very center of the plank and piercing through it, leaving a small hole.

His hand touched the belt around his waist, and the inside of the buckle was empty, and all the knives had been shot out by him. Yunshui turned his head to look at Li Qianjun, who was constantly sharpening his knife and had not stopped, and raised his feet and walked towards him.

He stood beside Li Qianjun and said, "It can't go on like this. ”

"Tonight's siege must still be led by us, even if there are additional soldiers in the battalion, it will be a hard battle. In the previous battle, more than half of the cavalry were killed and wounded, but for us it was already a victory, even if it was a miserable victory, but it was a victory. ”

Yunshui Storm took a deep breath, he didn't have seen the walls of Guangzong City, if they dared to confront any strong army in the world. Then the siege is the weakness of the death camp, because what stands in front of it, what separates them from the enemy, is a wall. There are also arrows, rolling wood, falling rocks, rolling oil and other sharp weapons to defend the city.

This is not a knife-to-knife battle, and under this kind of battle, the most difficult thing is to be surrounded and killed, but at the very least, where it can be reached, it can still cause damage! The siege is different, maybe you can't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes, and you can't even see the opponent's face, and you die! The cruelty of the siege has already been seen once, if it is not just a temptation, I am afraid that five or six thousand soldiers will die, and even the head of the city will not be able to reach.

Three thousand soldiers of the death battalion, how many can be left in such a siege?

"But can the siege be victorious?"

Li Qianjun's sharpening of his sword stopped, he raised his head and looked at the banner of the death battalion standing in the open space in front of him. The battalion flag fluttered in the wind, and a new gap was added to it, which had been left from the previous battle with the Yellow Turban cavalry. Not only did there be a new gap on it, but there was also a lot of filth, the blood of the soldiers of the death battalion, and the blood of the enemy.

"Are you scared?" Li Qianjun said lightly.

"Yes, I'm scared. I'm afraid we're all dead! Without the slightest hesitation, Yunshui Turbulence admitted his fear.

"Dead? You know, for us, there are only two outcomes in every battle, victory or death? It's been so long, haven't you realized? Even if they are all dead, that is defeat, and for the death battalion, defeat is more terrible than death, and they would rather die. ”

"And you look at them, who of them is not afraid of death? But as long as death is worthwhile, then death is nothing, because what can be taken out can probably only be taken out! Fight with their lives, win money, win military merits, and win those things that they need to spend years, more than ten years, or even a lifetime in a normal environment. ”

Li Qianjun turned his head and looked directly into Yunshui Turquoise's eyes, and the scrutinizing gaze made Yunshui Turquoise's heart tighten violently. Because, what Li Qianjun said is not wrong.

"When you enter here, when you have this kind of thought, you have an awareness of death." Li Qianjun has long seen through everything, using his own unique indifference.

He could even detect Lu Zhi's small movements last time, but this was their fate as soldiers. As long as the pension can be issued according to what was said at the beginning, without a trace of deduction, then Li Qianjun will not have any complaints. But as long as there is a little bit of pity for the soldiers of the death battalion who died in battle, then the Li Qianjun will use their own way to collect the debt from the debtor.

"Rest well. Don't let emotions get your way, there's still a big fight at night. If you really want them to survive, then you have to play stronger. ”

"Don't worry." Li Qianjun lowered his head and went down to sharpen his knife again, his face did not change at all, even if he knew that there was a bitter battle at night, he did not have any worries and fears. "I'll still be the one who leads the army, even if I die, probably I'll die first. Hahaha. ”

Li Qianjun told a very cold joke, and it didn't make people feel the urge to laugh, and the cooling was cold to the bone marrow.

Inside the entire Han army camp, as usual. The training that the soldiers should train, the patrol that should be patrolled, for the night, in their minds, it is only that the army will attack and disturb Gwangjong City tonight. Only those generals who led the army, as well as middle and high-level officers, as well as the elite troops directly under them, knew the order to attack the city on the third watch tonight.

Ordinary soldiers will not be notified until nightfall. This was decided on the spur after the fire that had been burned in various parts of the camp the previous night, for fear that ordinary soldiers would be arrested and interrogated, so as to provide a specific time for the siege.

In Guangzong City, the military generals stationed on the city wall have been replaced by another person. As for Zhao Hong, he now walked out of Zhang Jiao's place of residence, with a look of excitement and urgency. In his hand, he held the token for the transfer of troops, hurriedly sat on his war horse, and galloped towards the garrison in Guangzong City.

What he thought about before on the city wall was that he couldn't be so passive all the time, and let Hanjun lead the way. Otherwise, they will continue to sink into the quagmire until they are too deep to extricate themselves, and by that time, it will be too late. They must be caught off guard by the Han army, at least not without the slightest indication that as for the time of this troop dispatch, it is during the day!

This has been discussed by all, not at night, but by day! Don't look at the night, it seems to be able to provide extra cover and allow soldiers to hide in it, but it is useless for the Han army, because in the dark night, their corresponding defense will also be raised to a point where you will return in vain. Even if you go to raid, you may also be ambushed by it and catch you off guard.

This is what Zhao Hong has seen in many battles with the Guangzong Han army, and each time it is a bloody lesson. It also makes him more cautious when facing the Han army now, he will always guess things to the worst place.

Daytime is different, and it is precisely because of the daytime that no one would think that they would choose this time to go out of the city. They weren't here to raid the Han army, but because they needed a victory to boost their declining morale. At the same time, the blockade formed by the Han army outside the city can destroy as much as it can, at least so that the Han army cannot act recklessly!

Half an hour later, the army had been assembled at the North Gate of Gwangjong. In addition to the 1,000 cavalry, the other 9,000 soldiers, all of whom were infantry. Because of the blockade of the Han army outside the city and the existence of trenches, the cavalry did not have much effect, otherwise the number of cavalry would have risen.

Riding on the head of the warhorse, Zhao Hong slowly looked at the soldiers in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "I know, the Yellow Turban Army has been defeated too many times in the past few days!" There are too many brothers who died at the hands of the Han army, and even you even doubt Huang Tian, wondering if that day will come! ”

"However, all of this is a test, a test for us by Huang Tian, the great sage and good teacher! You will always know that the blood of those dead brothers will not be shed in vain, but the blood they shed will become a bright color in the yellow sky! ”

"Now! Pick up your weapons! Zhao Hong's hand was raised, the tip of the spear pointed at the sky, and a scarlet tassel feather fluttered in the wind.

"Don't shout, put all your strength into your arms! Use the weapon in your hand to vent the anger that has been depressed in your heart for a long time, and attack the Han soldiers under the rotten sky, so that they will decay with them! Until it becomes the meat mud under our feet and the nutrients for the rise of the yellow sky! ”

One arm after another, raised, the crisp sound of muscle meridian vibration came and went. The various weapons reflected under the sunlight are even more dazzling, and the cold will completely cover the warmth that should be in the sun.

They didn't make a sound, and many of the soldiers who wanted to shout just opened their mouths wide, but no sound escaped from them. It's just the flames that are beating in their eyes, so hot that it seems like they could burn at any moment! This temperature is enough for them to die with the enemy when they burn themselves!

Because it's fanaticism! For the fanaticism of faith! With your own blood, the blood of your enemies, to prove ...... Loyal!

(End of chapter)