Chapter 371: Bones exposed in the wild, corpses piled up in the grass and trees

Chapter 371: Bones exposed in the wild, corpses piled up in the grass and trees

Chapter 371: Bones exposed in the wild, corpses piled up in the grass and trees

"Puch!"

Deng Zhizhong thrust the long knife in his hand into the body of a Luchuan soldier, gritted his teeth and twisted it hard!
The crackling sound of flesh and blood breaking suddenly rang out.
Then came the choppy sound of the long knife touching bones.

squeak--

It was so unbearable that I couldn't help but cover my ears.

The Luchuan soldier screamed in pain, with deep fear flashing in his eyes.

His eyes were already filled with the image of the dying Ming army general before him.

He didn't understand why he hadn't fallen down yet at this point.

But unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to figure it out.
The world suddenly became pitch black and consciousness disappeared at this moment.

"Whoohoo-"

Deng Zhizhong panted heavily and pulled out the long knife in his hand.

There was some red and yellow stuff on it, which looked very disgusting.
At this moment, he no longer had the strength to swing the long sword to make it neat again.

His eyelids kept opening and closing, as if a thousand-pound weight was hanging on his eyelids.

Each time, he would force his eyes open.

Every time he repeated this process, he could feel his life and strength draining away from his body bit by bit, causing his limbs to gradually become weak.

Deng Zhizhong laughed dryly and lowered his head.
Turning his head slightly, he looked around.
The war continues and the soldiers are still fierce.

He knew that he was a drag on the battlefield.

But he was a veteran of the battlefield, had been to the Northern Yuan Dynasty and the Southwest, and had made great contributions as the commander of the Dragon and Tiger Guard.

He still has some prestige in the army!

As long as he is on this battlefield, his morale will not collapse.

The soldiers will have confidence in their hearts and can continue to fight!

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the Luchuan camp not far away.
Seeing the tall figure, he chuckled and muttered hoarsely:
"The people of Luchuan have not yet become a superior country, but they have already shown the arrogance of a superior country. They will definitely lose this battle."

The voice echoed, and the guards around him pursed their lips and looked at the battlefield ahead.
The Luchuan soldiers who were fighting with them had actually been abandoned by the Luchuan camp.
Otherwise, the battle had lasted for nearly four hours, and no reinforcements had arrived.
He just watched quietly as the people of Luchuan died and the defense lines were breached one by one.

The generals of Luchuan were certain that their Ming army could not continue the attack and break through the camp!
This made many soldiers feel pent up.

They wanted to show this stupid Luchuan general,
The price of arrogance.

As the fortifications were broken down bit by bit,

The number of Luchuan troops resisting was decreasing, and the battlefield gradually became quieter.

Everyone couldn't help but start thinking about the subsequent war.

The soldiers looked at each other and their colleagues around them.
Most of them were bloodied, exhausted, and their weapons were broken.

Suddenly, they began to understand the arrogance of the Luchuan people.

They looked nothing like the elite Ming army capable of breaking through the fortress.

Morale changes in an instant, and war is like climbing a mountain.

The moment you are closest to victory is also the moment you are closest to failure.

Deng Zhizhong noticed the change in morale.
He lowered his head and smiled softly, but he did not stop himself from being so depressed.

There was even some expectation.

He felt the shackles of his tired body.
This made his brain work a little slower than usual.
He raised his head and looked around, and found that many soldiers were looking at him.

Deng Zhizhong suddenly realized that as the commander of an army, it was his duty to boost morale.
Even if it is impossible to boost it, there should be corresponding measures.

Deng Zhizhong slowly turned around and looked back.
I saw that the towering walls of Dingbian City were already full of people.
They were the soldiers who stayed behind, the officials in the government office, and the civilians.

They were all watching the Dragon and Tiger Guards breaking the formation.

After taking a deep breath, Deng Zhizhong spoke slowly in a hoarse voice:
"Brothers, slow down.

Listen to the shaking of the earth. Do you know what that is?

That was the sound of the Ming army fighting with Luchuan, and that was the sound of galloping horses.

Not far away, our fellow soldiers are fighting bravely, so how can we stop? "

The soldiers looked over one by one, their lips tightly pursed.

The bloodshot eyes showed that they were not at peace.

The hand holding the long sword kept rising and falling, it turned out that his breathing was a little rapid.

They looked at Deng Zhizhong with determined eyes.

In the one-day battle, they had already disregarded life and death and were bloodthirsty!
Deng Zhizhong smiled in response to their gaze.
"My men, we are the elite troops of the capital.

These are the soldiers that His Majesty has personally praised, and they are the elite troops that the Prince has kept in mind!

We are tired, exhausted, and exhausted.
But the hot blood in your body and mine is still flowing violently!

That is the soul of my Dragon and Tiger Guards, and the blood of my Ming Army!"

Deng Zhizhong's body tilted, and he pulled the long knife out of the blood mud with force. He staggered twice.

The guards around him wanted to help him, but he stopped them with his eyes.

"Although I am old, I am still useful!"

He raised his trembling sword,

Although it is slow, everyone can feel the power contained in it.

It was breathtaking and attracted everyone's attention.

Even the few Luchuan soldiers were stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the old general in front of them.

They felt a little envious.

If there were a general to fight against the enemy with them,
I think they would fight as bravely as the Ming army.

But alas, they were abandoned.

Deng Zhizhong's voice was hoarse. He pointed the long sword in his hand at the Luchuan camp in front of him and roared:
"Dragon and Tiger Guards, break through the formation and charge!"

A fire seemed to be burning between heaven and earth, on this scarlet battlefield,

The surging fighting spirit surged out of his weak body.

The overwhelming force almost made everyone hold their breath and their bodies tremble slightly.

The bravery of the Ming army soldiers is obvious!
The next moment, fierce shouts of killing suddenly rang out from the quiet battlefield.

This made Luchuan Bing, who had always been experiencing silence, a little uncomfortable.

His body shook violently, and fear and panic flashed in his eyes!
In front of them, the Ming army was like a candle flickering in the autumn wind, weak but tenacious.

The stumbling Ming troops continued to move.

Their shadows lengthened in the twilight, and every step they took showed tenacity and perseverance.

A soldier's leg was pierced by an arrow, and blood was dripping from the wound.

Every step was accompanied by severe pain.
But he still gritted his teeth, used his uninjured leg to support his body, and moved forward step by step.

Although his face was no longer visible due to the blood stains,

But you could still see his lips moving slightly, and only he could hear the sound.

"Damn it, I served in the army for ten years and spent two years of my savings to be transferred to the Beijing Army.
How can you bring shame to the folks? I will fight you to death."

One soldier had only one arm left, blood still oozing from the broken end.

Makes him paler, though he moves clumsily,
But he marched towards the battlefield with determination, gritting his teeth like a demon from hell.

"I have killed level eleven. My hand is broken. I will be a cripple if I go back. It is better for me to die here.

At least I can be granted the title of a centurion, and I will be a resident of the capital in the future."

The armor on the chest of a soldier had been completely torn apart.

The long knife cut deep into his chest. The slightest movement would cause the flesh to dislocate, causing a friction sound and bleeding.

But he still slowly moved forward.
I kept gasping for air, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

"We are all from Fengyang, so we cannot bring shame to His Majesty."

On the battlefield, smoke and fire intertwined.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Although the formation is incomplete,

But there was an unquenchable flame burning in their eyes, and the fire of fighting spirit ignited between heaven and earth.

Some of them lost their relatives and friends, some saw their comrades fall,

They only have one belief left in their hearts.
Killing one is enough to earn money, killing two is enough to make money!

For the sake of their country and their loved ones, they must move forward.

With a clarion call,
The Ming army began its final charge.

They dragged their wounded bodies, shouting and roaring, as if they wanted to condense all their pain, anger and determination into this moment.

Their figures drew tragic tracks on the battlefield, and every step they took was a strong note of life.

This is a war with no retreat, and it is a history written in flesh and blood.

"kill!!!"

Time passes slower and slower.

After an unknown amount of time, violent shouts of killing came from behind the Dragon and Tiger Guards.
After the soldiers on the other three walls had finished cleaning up the fortifications,
After a short rest, quickly rush to the eastern battlefield!
Even though they had anticipated it,

But seeing such a tragic scene, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Mu Sheng seems to have become much more mature.
It's not the increase of age, but the change of temperament.
He led the remaining thousand soldiers of Hongfu Guard to take over the attack from Longhu Guard.

He quickly rushed to where Deng Zhizhong was.
At this moment, Deng Zhizhong was like he had jumped into a river, with water dripping from his entire body.

When I got closer, I saw that it was blood.

Seeing Mu Sheng, Deng Zhizhong's hands trembled slightly.

My heavy eyelids seemed unable to open anymore, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them.

"Can't fall down yet."

Deng Zhizhong roared in his heart, suddenly opened his eyes, and blood welled up in an instant!
"Master Deng! We are here!"

Mu Sheng stepped forward quickly and supported the staggering Deng Zhizhong.

Deng Zhizhong seemed to become shorter and more hunched.
But his courage soared to the sky, like a giant standing on the battlefield.

"Mu Sheng, keep fighting until you reach Luchuan Camp. Don't stop!"

"Gather the soldiers and reserve troops in the city and continue the fight."

"No matter how many people die, we can't stop!"

Mu Sheng seemed to have turned into that rebellious child again, with a look of grievance on his face and tears streaming down his face.

With tears and snot streaming down his face, he nodded repeatedly:

"I know I know."

Deng Zhizhong smiled and nodded. He didn't have the energy to speak, so he could only groan.
"it is good"

The next moment, his eyes closed tightly.

"grown ups!!"

The guards around him rushed up, their eyes bloodshot as they looked at the lord whose breath was getting weaker and weaker.

Mu Sheng shrugged his nose, sucked back the snot, and quickly regained his composure:

"Send Lord Deng back to the city and order the military doctors to treat him. If they can't cure him, I will chop them to pieces!"

A group of personal guards carried Deng Zhizhong back to the city.
Instead of collapsing, the morale in the field became even more tragic.

The fire burning in the void was revealed at this moment.

Many soldiers in the Luchuan camp felt their faces burning.

Mu Sheng held a saber in his hand, looked at the numerous camps ahead, and let out a loud roar:
"Ming army, charge!"

The specially built high platform in the camp on the south side of Dingbian City is now full of people.

Everyone held a telescope in their hands and watched the tragic scene on the eastern battlefield.

Everyone fell silent, speechless for a while.

When the defenders of Dingbian City continued to charge,
Many veteran generals in the army could no longer endure it and turned their heads away, not wanting to look at the tragic scene through the telescope.

The eyes of the clerks were already red, and they kept blinking to stop the tears from falling.

The next moment, everyone focused their attention on the young figure wearing black armor standing quietly at the highest point.

It seemed that no hardships could move him and he remained as calm as ever.

There was no trace of emotion in Lu Yunyi's eyes.

It was like watching an irrelevant war, with casualties and deaths being just cold numbers.

"Sir, when will we send out our troops?"

Someone spoke softly, and it was very obvious on the platform.

Everyone present looked not at him, but at Lu Yunyi.
Obviously, that person asked what everyone was thinking.

Lu Yunyi said calmly: "Keep waiting."

Everyone's face was somewhat gloomy, although they had expected this answer.

But when I really heard it, I couldn't help but feel sad.

Every minute and every second, people are killed and injured.

Before our eyes, civilians from Dingbian City also rushed out wearing tattered armor and joined the battlefield.

The casualties, which could have been sustained, suddenly increased.

But no one asked anymore.
In the military, the adults are always right.

A Ju Miao stood at the back, and he also got the temporary use of a telescope.

He clenched his fists tightly at this moment, his palms could not help but sweat, and his heart was filled with fear.

On the one hand, they were horrified that the Ming army had such a powerful weapon.

One or two would be fine, but there are so many!

On the other hand, he was horrified by the determination and brutality of the Ming army.
Through the telescope, he could see
Those Ming soldiers who died one by one were elite troops, the elite among the elite.

If one person survives, he can lead ten new soldiers.

But now, one after another they are going to die, and these generals remain indifferent.

This reminded him of the soldier who was captured in the forest on the north side of Luchuan Camp.

He was killed without hesitation and his tomb was turned into a Jingguan.

He could still remember those eerie and terrifying faces at this moment.

He had already made up his mind. The Ming army had another ruthless general.

It would be better for Siam not to get involved in the affairs between Luchuan and the Ming Dynasty.

Regarding the king's decision to go to war this time,
Ajumiao was already certain that the king was wrong.

Putting away his thoughts, he continued to carefully place the telescope in front of his eyes.
Looking at the battlefield through the lens, he couldn't help but hold his breath every time he looked at it.

I am amazed at how ingeniously crafted this item is, it must be a magical weapon for battle.

In his sight, the Ming army completely broke through the first line of defense on the eastern front.
And they continued to advance forward, and some of their men had already engaged the enemy in the Luchuan camp.

But, just like before, the losses were heavy.

In particular, a large man in armor stood quietly in front of the camp gate, holding a large sword.

Whenever a soldier came there,

He would rush forward with heavy steps and kill them quickly and efficiently!

He can even be seen laughing wildly.

Ajumiao's eyes widened; he saw the shadow of Aruta in this person.

As night fell, the inky darkness quietly enveloped the battlefield.
Swallowing up the cruelty and bloodiness of the day,
But in another form, it makes the cruelty of the battle more vividly displayed to the world.

The battle to attack the stronghold was going on in full swing in the endless night.

The soldiers waved torches in their hands.

Like stars, trying to illuminate the unknown dangers ahead.

However, the faint light seems insignificant in the endless darkness.
I can only barely sketch out a few determined and tired faces.

And the bloodstains and scars on their bodies.

The starlight gradually decreased and fell, silently telling the horror of the war.

In this land baptized by war,
Every inch of land records bravery and sacrifice.

Their figures were looming in the firelight and the night, slowly moving forward.

Until this moment, Lu Yunyi, who had been standing quietly for a day, finally spoke.

The cold voice echoed in the dark night, making everyone's heart suddenly tense.

"The whole army will change their armor and flags, and the stronghold will be breached in two quarters of an hour!"

"Yes!"

Excited responses rang out one after another, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps leaving.

(End of this chapter)