Wutugu.

A galloping war horse.

Blood-stained swords and guns.

Lieyan was covered with black smoke, as if clamoring at the sun in the sky, wanting to compete with the sun for heat and light, but the sun smiled gently, shook the shining hair on his body casually, and then returned to the clouds to sleep.

The fierce battle began near the stone wall outside Wutu Valley, and then continued to spread.

The arrow flew across the sky, as if to embrace the blue sky, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air seemed to sing loudly because of freedom, but soon the arrow realized that an invisible force was pulling him, which forced him to turn back and go down. So the arrow whistled with resentment, thrust into the shield, the soil, the human body, and then trembled with satisfaction in the shouting and crying.

The person who was shouting the previous moment turned into a corpse the next moment.

I wanted to rush forward, but the next moment I fell down.

Those who wanted to run back fell down the next moment.

Every moment, someone dies.

Every minute and every second, there are people wailing.

The blood spreads and seems to penetrate from anything.

There is blood on the stone wall, there is blood on weapons, swords and guns, there is blood on cloth robe and armor, and there is blood on flags and arrows. It seems that everything in the world can bleed, and there are bright red, pink, black red everywhere...

All kinds of wounds, bones, and stubbles of various shapes were like a large bowl of strawberry shaved ice that was knocked over to the ground.

Someone was lying on the ground and screaming. The broken shin of the calf pierced out of the flesh, and it was curved like a chicken's twisted claw.

Taste, smell, hearing, vision, seem to be about to fail.

Only crazy beastly nature can survive.

The soldiers of the Cheshihou Kingdom resisted like madmen, perhaps because Wutugu was their capital, their spiritual holy place, or for some other reason, Gao Shun and others encountered the hardest bones since their march.

Whether it is a conspiracy or an open conspiracy, at the moment, there is only the most primitive force competing.

Everything is the most intuitive manifestation.

born.

Or die.

The soldiers led by Gao Shun did play their level. The stone wall of Wutugu was like a reef in the storm and surging waves, which was in danger and could be submerged at any time. However, the defense had a certain advantage after all, and the offensive party could only use blood and flesh to smear the stone wall.

"If there is still some gunpowder..."

Gao Shun sighed in a low voice.

There was not much gunpowder that was originally distributed to him, but the last bit was used up on his authenticity.

Now we can only rely on people, and we can wash away like a sea of ​​people.

The only thing that can be thankful is that the stone walls of Wutugu are still not as good as those of the Han area. If they are the four or five feet of the Han area, they will feel a headache just by looking at them, let alone really getting to the ant.

A chaotic rain of arrows roared, Gao Shun looked at him, and even the shield was too lazy to raise his shield. Sure enough, the distance of the arrows flying was insufficient, and they just landed in front of Gao Shun and plunged into the soil with a loud bang.

Gao Shun's waist was aching slightly.

The wounds on his body have never healed.

Under intense exercise, the wound that healed finally breaks open again, just like the mouth of a newborn baby.

This is the last battle.

No matter what the morale of the army was before, or how many surging malice were there in peace, Gao Shun, Chen Erlang, Ma Changsheng, etc. at this moment were all the same thoughts. At least the moment before the war began, everyone had the same idea of ​​defeating Che Shi Houguo.

Therefore, at the first moment, they joined forces to launch the most fierce attack on the stone walls of Wutugu, and even fought for a while, but were quickly forced to retreat.

Che Shi Houguo also showed unprecedented tenacity in the attack of Gao Shun and others. Boiling water, fireballs, stones, arrows, and wood pounding caused huge casualties to Gao Shun's soldiers at the first time. Several military academies rushed forward with shields, but were soon attacked by all parties. Even if they were very good at martial arts, they often couldn't stand up for a few rounds in this situation. Those who didn't want to die had to retreat again...

The injuries in the back camp gradually began to increase.

The doctor was busy with several apprentices.

The wounded soldier either sat, lie, wailed, or moaned. Ma Changsheng was covered with blood in half and was bandaged by a doctor. I don’t know if it was because of pain or anger. Even though his wound was bleeding, he still cursed from time to time.

Ma Changsheng belongs to the first wave of offensive.

The stone wall less than two feet does not seem to be particularly difficult for the Han army, who are used to facing higher passes. Even if they don’t use a ladder, they may be able to climb it up. However, after he rushed up, he was unable to kill, and even encountered a fire-raising attack from more than a dozen arrows and crossbows. He was lucky to have two arrows on his body, but the soldiers around him were not so lucky. When the arrows in the third round roar came, Ma Changsheng could no longer stop it, and could only be forced to retreat from the stone wall, almost sprained his ankle, and could only come back to treat his injuries in a frustrated manner.

Gao Shun retracted his eyes from the wounded soldiers who were thrown into the back camp.

What made Gao Shun feel a little upset was not the current chaotic battle situation. If nothing unexpected happened, even if the people from the Cheshihou Kingdom were brave, the stone wall was so high and there were so many soldiers. If it continued, the fall of the stone wall could be expected.

That's right, nothing unexpected happens.

In fact, at this time, you should not force yourself to attack...

Gao Shun also knew this in his heart.

The people of Cheshihou Kingdom were strong and clear, which was to put Gao Shun and others in the current situation.

If Lu Bu was facing such a situation, perhaps Lu Bu would laugh out loud, then move forward without reservation, move forward, and continue to move forward...

If it was Zhang Liao, perhaps Zhang Liao would sneer twice, then send different troops to scatter everywhere, and then find the weakest link to attack...

But he is not Lu Bu, nor is he Zhang Liao.

He is just Gao Shun, a framed Gao Shun, limited to Wutugu.

Suddenly, Gao Shun couldn't help but have another idea popped up in his mind. What if he was a cavalry here?

If it is a cavalry...

Gao Shun couldn't help but look up. On top of his head, there were not only the general flag, the Han flag, but also the three-color flag representing the cavalry.

If the cavalry really set off for war, then it would be a huge three-colored star. Under that star, they were all brave warriors, warriors who were not afraid of life and death.

Gao Shun had seen those soldiers and the eyes of the soldiers looking at the cavalry. They trusted the cavalry so much and were so willing to die for the cavalry. Because they knew that they wanted to die for the cavalry, the cavalry would treat their funeral well and worship them for funerals, and their rewards would fall into the hands of their families.

No matter where they were.

Bingzhou, Liangzhou, and even Luoyang, Jingzhou, these people were once in despair. After experiencing repeated defeats and escapes, these people were once not very similar to one person. Their bodies and their lives were at will at will by officials, gentry, local gentry, thieves, bandits, etc., and they were mercilessly merciless and humiliated. No one looked down on them or cared about them.

Except for the cavalry.

The wise and kind-hearted cavalry are the names of benevolent and virtue. The stories he once wrote are all circulated among the soldiers. He is really a kind and righteous person. It is great to be able to fight under his command.

This is not only Gao Shun's feelings, but also the recognition of most people.

Whenever a large-scale war ends, the cavalry will personally pay homage to the soldiers who died in battle. They will place three animals, pour wine, and light the fragrance.

Once, Gao Shun saw the cavalry sitting in the mourning hall and shed tears silently. At that time, Gao Shun deliberately turned his head and refused to look, because Gao Shun was afraid that he would not be able to help crying.

It turns out that there are really generals who care about the casualties of the soldiers?

Instead of drinking and celebrating victory?

Gao Shun couldn't help but smile when he thought of this moment.

If I die, will anyone care?

Will anyone pay tribute to me?

For some reason, Gao Shun suddenly thought of his own hometown.

What is my hometown like? Gao Shun can no longer think about it now. The only thing he can remember is the feeling of stability and peace...

The feeling of home.

"Take heavy armor." Gao Shun lowered his head, stopped looking at the three-color flag, and said in a deep voice.

"General, your wounds... and your waist..." The guard hesitated.

Gao Shun's waist was also injured. Although it was not fatal, the waist was the central hub of people. Many activities were driven by the waist. Once the injuries on the waist worsened, many movements would not be able to be done at all, let alone killing the enemy in the battle formation.

Gao Shun was silent for a moment, "Get a spear. Ordinary spear."

The guards didn't understand why, but they followed the order to do it.

Gao Shun took the spear, removed the spear head first, then pulled out the combat knife, cut the wooden pole of the ordinary spear into several sections, then wrapped it with cloth, and tied it around his waist and back. These wooden poles limited the range of movement of his waist, but also prevented him from hindering the wound on his waist due to excessive movement...

Sometimes, muscle stress responses under severe pain are often more deadly than enemies' swords and guns.

"High armor." Gao Shun patted the wooden pole, "It's okay. Go and send orders and prepare for attack!"

The guard gritted his teeth and bowed his head to promise.

After a moment, the flying flag representing the trapped camp was raised high and pointed forward.

Gao Shun stood in front of the formation and looked back at the soldiers who had trapped the formation brought out by his own men.

There are some faces that he can never see.

The entire queue has also been reduced a lot.

But in the eyes of these people, they are still full of trust in him. In the eyes of these people, they are still full of courage to fearlessly live and die.

Just like those warriors under the cavalry flag...

Gao Shun nodded slightly, then closed the mask, and a dull sound came from behind the mask.

"Ambition to fall into battle!"
To be continued...