Before Helan Harimu's order could be delivered to the messenger behind him, the flag-bearing soldier hurriedly took out the general's flag that had been hidden from his arms. Suddenly, the guard in front of him pointed directly at the wooden compartment: "General, Look, someone wants to withdraw from the city!"
Everyone took a closer look and saw only four or five sergeants, including Su Wei and Helan soldiers. They were working in groups of two or even three, carrying or supporting some wounded soldiers, some of whom were obviously still able to fight. They were just minor injuries with a little skin scratches and bleeding. Some people simply stayed there motionless, and even had blood marks on their necks. Their hands dropped down, they rolled their eyes, and they were obviously dead.
Several soldiers around Helan Harimu gritted their teeth and said with hatred: "These cowards actually want to take this opportunity to escape. General, please leave quickly. If you don't leave, these people will escape first." , if you want to withdraw by then, it will be too late."
Helan Harimu's eyes flashed coldly, he waved the big bow in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Young men, follow me to the wooden box!"
A look of excitement flashed across the faces of these sergeants, and they cheered up one after another. They took the weapons in their hands, shield hands in front of them to cover, and spear hands to stab back again and again, forcing back the Jin army sergeants who wanted to rush up to attack this team. , and Helan Harimu and several crossbowmen fired arrows continuously, shooting down the enemy troops who deliberately rushed towards them more than ten steps away. For a while, this small team moved quickly, and six scattered Seven Jin soldiers fell down one after another, and the others could only stay far away and did not dare to step forward.
This group of people rushed to the door of the wooden compartment. Here, three elite warriors of the Suwei Army, wearing fine steel armor and masks, blocked the entrance of the compartment like a hill. One of them was eight feet tall. How tall a strong man is, holding a horse-killing sword in his hand, standing on the ground, and on both sides are hands holding swords forward, with three-edged sword blades shining coldly. Each person has a Xianbei sword on his breastplate. There is a big word "order" written on it. Obviously, these people are supervising the battle team, and the more than 20 sergeants who just tried to rush to the wooden compartment to evacuate in various ways are because of the momentum of these people. Wei, standing about ten steps away from them, formed a subtle confrontation.
Helan Harimu came to the edge of the wooden compartment. The swordsman stationed among them seemed to be the captain of these three people. He saluted Helan Harimu and said, "Huo Jibu, the captain of the Supervisory Team of the Suwei Army, have seen you." General Harim!"
Helan Harimu nodded with satisfaction: "You are indeed an iron-clad man, Huo Jibu. I heard that you are the eldest son of King Murong Zhen of Guiyang. I remember correctly."
Huo Jibu smiled and pulled down his face, revealing a face in his thirties with an unshaven beard, and said: "My father is the King of Guiyang, but the general has long been discharged from the Su Wei Army. Now I have to perform the duties of supervision and management, and then I return to the guard. Your Majesty has given me the position of captain of the battle, and I will do my duty to the end!"
Helan Harimu smiled and said: "So, you just block here and prevent people from transporting the wounded to the city, right?"
Someone on the opposite side shouted with a cry: "General Harimu, I am injured in the battle. I don't want to escape. I just want to go down and bind the wound and apply medicine before fighting again. Otherwise, otherwise the bleeding will not stop, and I am afraid that I will not be able to kill the thief." He fell down first."
Several voices echoed: "That's right, I'll temporarily escort the wounded to change their dressings, and I'll be back soon. Dayan's military regulations also stipulate that companions are injured and need medical treatment."
"I am a doctor, but the medicine box has been knocked over. I have to go to the city to look for it. Only after I have rescued the injured soldiers can we fight better. Please give me advice, General!"
These people were all talking, but the sounds of fighting and shouting around them were getting closer and closer. Some people began to become more and more anxious. While talking, they kept looking around to see if the battle was still close to them. How far.
Helan Harimu walked forward coldly. He looked at the first person to speak, pointed at his leg, and made a slight cut on his leg. By now, it was starting to scab, and the two people seemed to be holding on to their weight. The wounded held his arms one on the left and the other on the right.
When the speaker saw Helan Harimu approaching, he did not dare to look into his eyes, just like the two companions on his left and right. When the three of them lowered their heads, Helan Harimu suddenly raised his hand, There were two slaps on the faces of the two people on the left and right, which were loud and clear. The two people covered their faces in unison and released their hands holding the person in the middle, their faces full of fear.
The person standing in the middle had no one to help him, and was still standing there in a daze. Suddenly, he realized something, screamed, and was about to fall backward, but Helan Harimu struck out like lightning and caught him. He held his collar in his hand like a chicken.
Helan Harimu's roar filled his ears: "Barter, is this what you said you said can't walk? You kid pulled yourself gently, grabbed two companions, and tried to take the opportunity to escape, thinking that I Can’t you see? After all, he is an old subordinate who has been with me for more than ten years, how could he do such a thing! Are you worthy of the dead soldiers? "
Battle plopped down, knelt down, and said with tears: "General, please kill me, I, I'm scared, if it's a knife-on-knife-gun-on-gun fight, I, I, Battle, have never blinked, but, but These Wu'er have magical powers, they have water that can instantly turn people into nothing, and they also have black demonic water. We, if we stay here, we are doomed!"
Helan Harimu sneered: "You are not only cowardly, but also stupid! This water is indeed powerful, but do you think the Jin army can have a bottle of it? If they really have this ability, they have thrown it at us casually. Until now, There are only three or four of these things, and their goal is to come towards our wooden box. What does this mean? It means that what they are afraid of is the speed of our troop transports to the city. As long as we fight to the death here and don't retreat, we can defend the wooden box area. When reinforcements come up, are you still afraid that you won't be able to hold on?"
Having said this, he looked around. The eyes of the soldiers who had just run away because of fear flashed with hope. He said in a deep voice: "If it is really as you think, they have these terrible things." Weapons can be used everywhere, so what's the use of you even if you escape to the top of the East City? Next, they will break through the East City and enter the city. You will still have to die. Here, at least there is hope for fighting and defeating them. Go down, push it out, and move to the city. Enemy troops are entering the city from all sides. How do you stop it and how do you survive?! This is the burial place for all of us. Either fight to survive or fight to death. I, Helan Harimu, will not retreat!"
