Chapter 157: The torment of life and death

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The fire in the canyon is still burning.

But the fire is weakening, like a candle on the altar, and when the piety is burned away, and the last years are exhausted, a feast of flesh and blood will begin.

Bao Feng couldn't rest, and beckoned his brothers to throw out the last firewood, tents, vegetable oil, and even mattresses to keep out the cold, as well as all the combustible things, just to let the fire continue and let the catastrophe come later.

Since it is destined, there is nothing to fear in life and death, but there is a breath of air, why not struggle again.

Blameless was still sitting in place, with the bladeless black sword beside him. The scarlet robes were riddled with holes and stains of dust and blood. The silver armor of the body protector is also unrecognizable, pitted and miserable. He unraveled his robes and reached out to pull an iron arrow of feathered arrows from the gap in his silver armor. The shaft of the arrow was broken, and the three-inch iron arrow left behind was unusually sharp. For ordinary people, this arrow is enough to kill.

He threw the arrow away, and lazily leaned against the dirt hill behind him.

Looking through the thick smoke, the pale sun slowly set over the sky. It's already early afternoon, and dusk is approaching shortly after. And Ji Shaodian's army still couldn't get rid of the blockade. In addition to the remaining three main roads of the Shinan Valley participating in the siege, they are dividing their troops to rush to Huwei Gorge on this side. This is the last retreat of the bear army, and the only way to survive.

"Old Dao, if Ji Lu falls into Shinan City and it is difficult to get out, will he die because of this?"

"No! Since Ziquan and Zizhen are worshiped by the royal court, they naturally want to save his life!"

"What will happen to his soldiers?"

"What do you say?"

Qi Sanren sat not far away, his old robes stained with blood. After he asked a rhetorical question, he looked at the row of dead corpses more than ten zhang away, and couldn't help but sigh: "Ben Dao has been busy for a long time, and he has only saved three or two people. More soldiers were seriously wounded, but they still died in pain. Human life is so despicable and withered at will, even if it is a magic power, it is powerless. Since it's not easy to live, why do you fight for me!"

At the end of his speech, he almost roared.

No one was silent, and his face was a little gloomy.

Human life is lowly, it is not easy to live, you fight for me, why so?

In order to earn the comfort of their wives and children, Baofeng and others did not hesitate to throw their heads and spill their blood. Is it just for revenge that he has found an excuse to take it for granted?

And the so-called ambition, the banner of the fathers, and the glory and wealth, and the feudal princes, were once so dazzling and charming.

Maybe it's like the ridicule of the Qi San people: the vulgar and the vulgar.

However, Ji Lu and Ji Shaodian will not die, but the 300,000 soldiers with bears will become sacrifices for the throne of the two of them!

"Childe, the fire is hard to continue......"

Bao Feng stood in front of the earthen wall and shouted back, and the soldiers around him panicked.

The fires in the canyon are getting weaker and weaker, and there is nothing left to burn. Looking through the drifting smoke, countless figures of iron horsemen shook outside the canyon. Some are raising earth to extinguish fires, while others are carrying stones and stakes. In the distance, men and horses who had already formed their formations were clearly waiting for the moment to attack.

Wu Yi grabbed the Xuantie Black Sword and stood up, and said in a loud voice: "Hold on until dark, and retreat immediately." At that time, after I broke off, Brother Baofeng and his brothers escaped from this place on horses and war horses!And I broke the camp and stayed alone for a day, which can be described as both loyal and brave, no matter what the battle is, you will all shine in the annals of history!" He glanced up at the sky and walked towards the earthen wall.

When Bao Feng and the soldiers present heard that they were going to retreat, they immediately perked up.

It's just a matter of receiving awards for meritorious service, just be alive!

Someone said, "Boy, have you changed your mind?"

After a pause, he slowly turned around: "I'm not a general who changes his orders every day, what do you mean by this?"

Qi Sanren sat in place, surprised with a little relief: "You keep saying that you are stumbling to the end, just to pay for your broken camp and curry favor with Ji Shaodian, but now you are about to retreat, obviously you have changed your mind." Well, knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great!"

Wuyi shook his head and said, "I have never changed my mind, and I will not take my brothers to death innocently!"

"And ...... you were before?"

"Don't look at what a person says, it's about what he has done, as you ...... old saying."

Halfway through the sentence, he turned and walked forward.

Qi Sanren was slightly stunned, pondered, and suddenly realized.

"Oh...... If the broken camp retreats without a fight against the enemy, it is regarded as a deserter, and it is a crime to sit on death, so he sets up a formation to meet the enemy, but he leaves a way back early. The hundreds of horses were packed up for the purpose of running. And in order to motivate the soldiers, he played eloquence, and with the momentum of mourning the soldiers, he defeated the Shizhou Iron Cavalry, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while, so he just waited for it to be dark and retreated in chaos. Then he said his true intentions, in exchange for the return of the soldiers. No matter what the battle is, breaking the camp will make a great contribution!"

"The art of war is proper, the thinking is thorough, the advance and retreat are well-founded, but he does not lose his moral responsibility, especially he also took the opportunity to cross-examine and rob Bai Bendao, he really despised that kid!"

"And what the Word says, what shall be done......"

Wu Yi walked to the earthen wall, and suddenly a heat wave hit his face.

The fire, which had been burning for nearly two hours, gradually lost its power. The hundred carts outside the valley mouth were burned to the point that only piles of ashes remained. And hundreds of cavalrymen with cloth bags swayed vigorously, the dust flew, the flames were extinguished, and then it continued again, slowly approaching. The hundreds of horsemen who followed followed were carrying wooden stakes, crossbow arrows, short axes, and spears, all with hideous and murderous expressions.

After another moment, the canyon was still full of smoke, but there was no open flame and flame, which was no longer enough to stop the trampling of iron hooves. In a few moments, the earth trembled, smoke and dust flew, and hundreds of horsemen rushed over with shouts.

Behind him, there were five hundred veterans who broke the camp. As his black sword was raised, a row of wooden shields stood on top of the earthen wall. The rest of the crowd crouched down and raised their swords and guns. As Bao Feng shouted again, dozens or hundreds of clods and stones suddenly fell on the mountains on both sides.

Someone was smashed and knocked off his horse, and then trampled on by the iron hooves that followed. In the muffled sound and screams of "bang, bang", the offensive of the Siju Iron Cavalry became more ferocious. In an instant, crossbow arrows, short axes, and javelins flew together, and wooden stakes were thrown up and crashed into the earthen wall.

The shields that broke the camp broke one after another, and then someone was hit by an arrow in the face, someone was hit by an axe in the chest, and someone was directly pierced by a spear. And when there is a slight gap, there are soldiers who are not afraid of death and stand up.

There were a few more muffled "booms, booms", and the earthen wall shook for a while.

The stake was thick and thin, no less than hundreds of pounds, and the rope was tied to the front and back, dragged by two people on horseback, and when it came closer, it suddenly let go, and the force of the collision was extremely fierce.

The stakes hit and fell to the ground, piling on top of each other like a slope. In a few moments, the slope became higher and higher. As soon as the horse galloped up, it took advantage of the momentum to rise into the air, and when he saw it, he crossed the earthen wall, and several spears suddenly stabbed out, stabbing into the belly of the war horse. The barrel of the "click" gun broke, and the soldier with the gun spat blood and flew out. The front hooves of the war horse lost control and smashed directly on the earthen wall. The man who was on the horse couldn't hold back and fell headlong. Bao Feng took the opportunity to step forward and cut it into two pieces.

The stakes slammed into each other, and the arrows flew like a shower. Several more horsemen flew into the air, and the veterans who broke the camp roared and rushed up. Swords and spears snapped, and flesh flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed and wounded, which was able to block the impact. The defensive formation was slightly disorganized, and several brothers fell under the arrows and axes again.

Blameless took the sword away from a short axe, and a spear flew towards him. He reached out his left hand and grabbed the spear, then turned the head of the spear and threw it vigorously. The spear was like an arrow from the string, "bang, bang" pierced the two people one after another, and the aftermath continued, and the two of them went straight more than ten zhang away, and the third person flew out fiercely.

Thousands of iron horsemen rushed in, and the brothers who broke the camp were already overwhelmed, and the earthen wall they were defending was like being hit by a stormy sea, and it would collapse at any time.

Blameless flew over the earthen wall and swept with his sword. With the secret blessing of spiritual power, the Xuantie long sword suddenly burst out with an invisible sword qi five or six feet long. The two horses were still a zhang away, and they were slashed out by the sword qi and the people and horses. He pointed to the ground on his toes, and his sword qi was vertical and horizontal, but he no longer moved forward, moving left and right along the earthen wall, but there was a close former, and all of them were slashed to the ground. Seeing its bravery, the enemy divided dozens of horsemen to besiege him......

In the middle of the canyon, an earthen wall separates the two worlds of the north and the south. One side is fighting a bloody battle, and the other side is also a tragic scene. And no matter which side you are, you are tormented in life and death.

A hundred feet south of the earthen wall, there were dead bodies and bloodstained wounded soldiers.

A soldier was slashed on the shoulder with a short axe, and he rolled on the ground and shouted loudly in pain, and was kicked and knocked out by the Qi Sanren who came in a hurry. But Lao Dao did not stop, reached out and pulled out the axe on his shoulder blade, pressed the wound, and urged the mana to seal the blood.

Two soldiers in untidy armor carried a bloody man on the ground, and shouted urgently: "Immortal Chief, help!"

Qi Sanren glanced at it, waved his hand and said, "It's dead!"

Someone struggled to crawl over, but only one arm remained, bright red blood gushed out from the broken arm, he gritted his teeth and moaned: "I'm not dead......"

Qi Sanren hurriedly walked over and squatted down, grabbing the broken arm. The man snorted miserably, and slowly rolled his eyes. He put away his spiritual power and shook his bloody palm: "It's good to be dead, reincarnate early!"

"Immortal save me......"

"Immortal ......"

Cries for help sounded one after another, and painful and desperate faces and helpless figures could be seen everywhere. In the midst of the blood flowing, the ground was full of flesh and blood. I can't tell whether it's a killing field or a Shura prison, it's miserable, and I am panicked and helpless!

Qi Sanren spread his hands and sighed weakly: "Oh, even if the immortals are here, it is difficult to save so many people, and they can't stop the reincarnation of yin and yang! Not to mention that you are to blame, who is to blame?" He paused, and said to himself: "That's it, old and decrepit!" He stood up, squatted down again, stretched out his hand to stun a miserable soldier, and then blessed the spiritual power, and kept muttering: "And go to the dream to find cause and effect, don't be a chaotic person in the next life......"

At this time, the sky is nearly dusk, the north wind is calling, and the canyon is still shouting and killing and fierce battles.

Qi Sanren walked to another seriously injured soldier nearby, and he was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground. He looked up as he healed.

Ji Shaodian had already led people out of the encirclement, but he was thirty miles away. Of the 800 people who broke the camp, less than half are now left. Will that kid make it until dark......