Chapter 6: The Demon Path

The war is going on in an orderly manner, half a month has passed in a hurry, and the mobilized reinforcements are on the way, but there is still no news from His Majesty's side, the only consolation is that the materials of Baishan Pass are quite sufficient, with excellent bed crossbows and trebuchets, the barbarians have suffered heavy casualties, and have not been able to threaten the safety of the city, although there have been several times when they were attacked by the barbarians on the city wall, but they were immediately killed by the soldiers.

It's a new day, Wei Jiye doesn't have a new mood, after almost half a month of fighting, there is only numbness now, the corpses piled up in the mountains outside the city, although the weather is not hot, but after a few days, it also begins to exude an uncomfortable smell, every night the soldiers guarding the city will sit in a hanging basket to go to the city to bring back the corpses of the brothers who can still be recognized and recover some bows and arrows by the way, and the bed crossbow arrows that shoot too far are very dangerous to recover, and they often have to give up.

"Crossbowmen, don't stop! Don't let the brutes come over! Bed crossbow hurry! Aim at the point later, and restore me to tatters before the brute catapult of the brutes comes! Wei Jiye bowed slightly and supported a large shield to protect himself, while carefully patrolling the city wall.

A rain of arrows pinned a large number of enemies to the ground. The crossbowmen took turns shooting several waves of arrows, causing heavy casualties to the Northern Barbarians, but there were still many fatal barbarians rushing to the city with leather shields, covering each other and taking out the big bows on their backs to shoot arrows at the city. Although the equipment of the Northern Barbarians is far less sophisticated than that of the Longyan Kingdom, when it comes to riding and archery skills, it is far superior to the soldiers of the Longyan Kingdom, and the defenders of Baishan Pass have casualties not long after the war began, but they are naturally much less than the Northern Barbarians.

More and more Northern Barbarian soldiers came to the city, and the siege vehicles would be shattered by huge crossbow arrows or stone bullets before they got close, but the siege ladder was brought under the city wall by a wave of soldiers, and they stood up while they were covered, and when the hard iron hook hooked the city wall, the brave Northern Barbarian soldiers began to climb up, and the Longyan soldiers guarding the city were not panicked, such a situation has happened many times these days, and the hot hot oil poured down to hear a terrible scream from below, and there was a smell of barbecue, Taking advantage of the opportunity, he used a torch to light the ladder drenched in hot oil, and then he was relieved and continued to shoot under the city.

Looking at the catapult that was getting closer and closer, Wei Jiye shouted loudly: "Bed crossbow ready!" Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, three hundred steps, shoot! ”

As the hammer fell, with a "zheng" sound, the huge crossbow arrows flew out, and in an instant the ground was ploughed out with a touch of bright red, and the better ones were taken out by the crossbow arrows, and they became two in the blink of an eye, but at this time no one cared about these, and only the dead were entitled to rest on the battlefield.

Although he killed many barbarians, Wei Jiye shouted: "Fuck let you aim!" If you waste any more crossbow arrows, Lao Tzu will throw you out! "If you let the barbarians' catapults and siege engines come, I don't know how many brothers will die, although the catapults are powerful, but the crosshairs are difficult to control, and the only way to destroy them is to rely on the bed crossbow, but the crossbow arrows of the bed crossbow are difficult to recycle, and there is one less one, and the ghost knows how long it will take, so it must be used sparingly.

Wei Jiye no longer knew how many brothers were guarding the city now, and they would rotate every day, and the team with fewer people would either break up or make up for the next turn, so that there were already many new faces in some of the hundred teams he was familiar with, and he didn't know whether they were broken up or made up, and the distracting thoughts flashed with a loud muffled sound. Wei Jiye hurriedly dodged and dodged close to the edge of the wall, the barbarian's catapult was still pushed over in the end, and as soon as it entered the range, the stone with a large head was thrown onto the city wall in a blink of an eye, although it was not as powerful as the catapult of the Long Yan Army, but it was not a joke to smash it on people, Wei Jiye closed his eyes when he saw the stone hit on the head of an unlucky guy, he didn't plan to take a second look, and he knew that it looked very miserable without looking. There was no time to grieve, and the corpse of that unlucky man would naturally be dragged down by other soldiers to take care of it, urging them to quickly destroy the catapult, in case the barbarian was lucky enough to hit the bed crossbow or the catapult in the city, that would be the real heartache.

Fortunately, with the sound of a huge string, a flaming crossbow bolt hit the catapult, and this time it shot accurately, breaking the catapult's axle into two in one piece.

Inside the city.

"How is the little cotton, can you still hold it?" Li Ye asked with some concern.

Feng Yun raised his hand to wipe the Han on his head and replied, "It's okay, it's just that my hands are a little tired." "In these days of the war, Liu Dapang not only had to take care of tens of thousands of people to eat and drink, but also reported the situation of heavy materials at any time, he was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, and he rarely had time to go back to his residence. In the past two days, as more and more soldiers were injured, the medicine was also a little insufficient, so he had to use the current medicinal materials, many of which needed to be ground into powder, and Feng Yun was doing this.

Although he knows some medical skills, he is too young, Li Ye rarely asks him to go outside to help, you must know that the soldiers have just been killed, and they are inevitably a little fierce with injuries, in case Feng Yun misses and angers these people, the consequences are not what they are willing to bear, so Feng Yun stays in the room most of the time to do things, and occasionally goes out to help with miscellaneous things such as changing dressings.

Li Ye nodded: "Okay, if you can't hold it, just say, you know how busy we are now, if we can have one less patient, we will have one less patient." ”

Seeing that Feng Yun was really fine, Li Ye continued to go out to be busy, he was so busy now that he didn't have the time to drink water, so naturally he didn't come in specifically to care about Feng Yun, but just came in to get medicine and told Feng Yun not to be reluctant.

Seeing Li Ye go out, Feng Yun rubbed his sore forearm, and continued to fiddle with the medicine grinder. At first, he was indeed a little reluctant, but not physically, but mentally, every day there are all kinds of injured soldiers are sent for treatment, the knife, the severed hand, the axe is not nothing, the arrow is not even qualified to cultivate here, there are many scenes of blood splashing, moaning, screams are endless, for a boy less than fourteen years old, the stimulation is a little greater, but after a long time he slowly got used to it, he thought with a wry smile: " This may be due to the strength of my spirit that has been tormented by my illness over the years. ”

After a while, Feng Yun heard Li Ye's scolding from outside, saying that his head was smashed and he was still carrying it here, does this look like he can be saved, while scolding the auxiliary soldiers who carried people over, he asked people to carry the corpse away. Feng Yun's hands didn't stop, but his mind flew, and he didn't know how the war on the city wall was, a few days ago, he saw a familiar uncle being carried over, which made his heart twitch a little, and he heard the fat uncle say that his task was to manage the baggage and take care of the army's food and drink, unless there was no one to fight, otherwise it would not be his turn to go to the front line, and I hope that the war will not happen to that point.

"Why can't the barbarian die sooner." Feng Yun complained in a low voice.

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In the Northern Barbarian Army.

A burly man is standing outside a luxurious tent, this person is nine feet tall, his strong muscles support his robe, and the black hair on his face shows that he is even more powerful, and the soldiers on the side dare not raise their heads in front of him, he is the Yongsheng King above 10,000 people under one person of the Northern Barbarian Tribe, it should be like this, but now there is one more person on his head, and this person is now in this tent. King Yongsheng took a light breath, trying to adjust his mood so that he didn't look so angry.

In the tent, an emaciated middle-aged man was lying on a soft slump, enjoying the service of two desolate beauties. The two beauties ignored the middle-aged man's kneaded hands roaming around them, one smiled and straightened his chest to bring fresh melons and fruits to the man's mouth, and the other used his delicate lips to bring the wine to the man's mouth.

As soon as the beauty presented the leather cup to the man, she opened her eyes and saw a chill on the man's face. The two Meiji, who offended the man somewhere, turned pale with fright, and quickly trembled and knelt at the man's feet.

At that moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and King Yongsheng entered.

"A barbarian is a barbarian, and he doesn't know any etiquette." The man cursed in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest displeasure, but sat up straight, stroked his wrinkled robe, and said with a smile: "What is the matter with King Yongsheng?" ”

King Yongsheng hammered his chest with his hand and saluted, then said: "The warriors of our army have suffered heavy casualties in the past few days, and I want to ask the national teacher to take this Baishan Pass." ”

The Taoist priest closed his eyes and said with a painful face: "Bless the souls of my desolate warriors to return to the gods." After pretending to be sad for a while, he continued: "It's not that the poor road is unwilling to make a move, but it is really more than enough and not enough." In the battle of Silan Pass, most of the insects in the poor road were burned by a fire, and they have not yet recovered. ”

After hearing this, King Yongsheng only felt angry in his heart, and he wanted to immediately smash this demonic ugly face with his fist. Two years ago, this demon road came to the desolate royal court, coaxed the king with a hand of demon art, and let the king crown him as the national teacher, at that time, many people were not convinced, so this demon road in front of everyone to the most powerful opposition to the king of Dingxian fed poisonous insects, the bones of the Dingxian king instantly shocked everyone, so this demon road naturally took up the position of the national teacher of the desolate race, and launched this war.

King Yongsheng is very heartbroken, his family knows his own affairs, the population of the desolate tribe is far inferior to that of Longyan country, and this place is far away from the royal court, it is destined that the desolate tribe can only plunder the Longyan country, if it was not a huge white plague, the desolate tribe would not have launched a big war, so that countless warriors died in other places, and now the desolate tribe has not had a white disaster for several years, everything will be better and better, but now it has to pay tens of thousands of warriors' lives for a goalless and meaningless raid.

King Yongsheng's expression changed a few times, and finally reason prevailed over anger, and he just said coldly: "If the national teacher doesn't make a move, if it goes on like this, the warriors will suffer too many casualties and may not be able to go south, and now that half a month has passed, the reinforcements of Long Yan Kingdom may already be on the way, and we won't be able to retreat when the time comes." ”

After hearing this, the Taoist's face sank, and he secretly said in his heart: "Although this barbarian is rude, if he really does what this barbarian said, he can't go south, and my task will not be ......" There is no problem for his poisonous insects to retreat tens of thousands of troops, but in the face of hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people who are prepared, he is a little powerless.

After thinking everything through, the Taoist sighed helplessly and said, "Since this is the case for the king's plan, the poor Dao will reluctantly make a move." Please ask King Yongsheng to send someone to prepare the steps in the afternoon, and go to Baishan Pass on the poor road. ”

"Thank you, National Teacher." Seeing that this demon Dao was finally willing to make a move, King Yongsheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went out to prepare for the step.

Looking at the burly back of King Yongsheng, the Taoist smiled strangely and said in a voice that no one could hear: "This flesh and blood must be able to raise many insects." ”