"Preparing ordnance!"
"The Chinese army advances five miles!"
"Contain the body!"
"Attack the city again in a quarter of an hour!"
"..."
The shouts of the herald echoed in Dafeng's military camps that stretched for miles. Tens of thousands of soldiers were already lined up, ready to attack Yuanzhou City for the second time.
The two attacks were separated by less than half an hour. It felt as if the withdrawal of troops in the middle was very unnecessary. Instead, it gave the defenders a chance to breathe.
But in fact, offensive and defensive battles from ancient times to the present have never been fought to the last soldier.
Attacking in batches can not only effectively adjust the focus of the attack in time according to the enemy's situation, but also keep the internal strength and physical fitness of the attacking soldiers at their peak through rotation.
For example, now, the first batch of soldiers who withdrew have begun to recover and rest, and the soldiers in the second attack have been replaced by fresh troops who have not been on the battlefield before.
"..."
"Brother Bai, if nothing else, nothing will happen to us today."
In a certain military tent, a big man stuffed a few pills into his mouth, closed his eyes to feel the power of the medicine, and kept chattering at the same time.
"When this war is over, I will be able to hold an official position in the army. I'm not greedy. I just need to have a general flag."
"Brother Bai, as for whether you can definitely transfer the watchman back, don't forget me when the time comes."
"It's rare for us brothers to have a fate, and now we can be considered to have a life-long friendship."
"Of course, the premise is that we can survive."
"I don't think it's a big problem. We both look like lucky people."
"Brother Bai, are you right..."
"Eh? Brother Bai?"
The man opened his eyes in confusion, only to realize that his side was empty for some time.
"Where are the people?"
He muttered to himself, and another soldier in the tent was afraid that he would continue to mutter, so he quickly explained:
"Bai Youheng went to collect the body."
"ah?"
The big man was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat surprised expression.
Not only does it count for military merit, but it is also dangerous to collect corpses. Perhaps the only benefit is that you can accumulate some evil virtue.
But there is no guarantee that they will become corpses tomorrow, so what is the use of accumulating virtue?
I don’t know why Brother Bai is so active.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, the person who came out after the watch was weird...
The big man sighed secretly and stopped thinking about it. He closed his eyes and continued to restore his internal strength.
At this time, Bai Youheng had returned to the blood sea of corpses under Yuanzhou City, and with every step he took, several more souls of the dead were collected into the small bronze mirror in his arms.
"Two thousand three hundred and twenty-eight, two thousand three hundred and twenty-nine..."
It has been more than half a year since I got this bronze mirror, but the souls I collected in such a long time are not as many as those collected in two hours today.
His dark eyes were as dead as the abyss. Bai Youheng licked his lips and looked up greedily at Yuanzhou City not far away.
"Still a bit slow..."
...
A quarter of an hour later, the second attack began as scheduled amidst the rumble of war drums.
Spies from various forces in Yuanzhou City have taken advantage of the truce just now to go out of the city to report the news. A piece of jade from the Ministry of War in the capital also became hot at the beginning of the war. The news that "Dafeng has begun to attack the city" has probably already been Delivered to Ning Yongnian.
But Wei Changtian, who is far away in Shuzhou, does not know about this at the moment.
It's not that the intelligence capabilities of the Xuanjing Division or the Tongzhou Club are poor, but Chu Xianping even learned of this information earlier than Ning Yongnian.
It's just that Chu Xianping hasn't been able to tell Wei Changtian about this yet.
"..."
"Wei, Mr. Wei, as long as I finish this matter...are you really going to pardon this villain's death penalty?"
In the dark room, a skinny man was trembling and kneeling on the ground, with a long black sword stuck in front of him.
"This is natural. I always keep my word."
Wei Changtian nodded calmly: "As long as you do what I just said, I will definitely forgive your sins when it is done."
"B-but..."
The thin man hesitated: "But this matter will take away thirty years of this villain's life..."
"hehe."
Wei Changtian sneered: "You are a prisoner on death row. If you don't do what I say, you will die immediately. By then, you will not be able to live for even one more day."
"And if you do this, even if you lose thirty years, you will still have at least a few years left to live."
"Don't you still understand this account?"
"..."
The Xuantian Sword glowed with a dark black light, and the thin man struggled silently for a long time. The desire for life in his heart finally overcame the fear of the unknown.
"I-I did it!"
As if to cheer himself up, he roared and then bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, spitting out the essence and blood on the Xuantian Sword with a pop.
Shakingly, he stretched out his hand to press the hilt of the sword, and the internal force gradually extended along the undetectable lines on the sword, until it spread to the entire blade...
The thin man's already rough hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrinkles on his face slowly appeared and became clear.
Wei Changtian just watched all this calmly until Xuantian Sword suddenly erupted with a long roar.
"Zheng!"
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
"Boy, it's only been more than half a year and you... huh?"
The weird old voice stopped suddenly, seeming a little surprised.
But the thin man was startled by the sudden noise and fell to the ground, while looking at Wei Changtian in horror.
"Wei, Mr. Wei, this, this..."
"Well, it looks like..."
Wei Changtian smacked his lips and took a step closer: "It seems to be done."
"It's done?"
The thin man was overjoyed when he heard this, and the fear in his heart disappeared instantly.
He craned his neck tremblingly, as if waiting for Wei Changtian to fulfill his previous promise.
But in the end, he only ended up with his body and head missing.
"Pfft!"
"Canglang!"
It seems that the sword has been drawn, but it seems that the knife has not been drawn.
When Wei Changtian gently returned the Shadow Shadow Sword to its sheath, a human head with wide eyes quietly slipped to the ground.
It was obvious that Wei Changtian went back on his word again and did not keep his promise.
As for the reason...
Human traffickers are unpardonable.
...
There was a brief silence in the dark room.
One person, one sword, and one corpse were all speechless, and the scene was quite strange.
But soon the remnant soul in Xuantian Sword seemed to understand something, and suddenly laughed and said:
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
"Borrowing other people's longevity to wake me up, boy, you are a cruel and ruthless person!"
"But this temperament is indeed more to my liking than Xiao Feng!"
"Is it?"
Wei Changtian sat down cross-legged, stared at the slightly trembling Xuantian Sword and said, "Senior, you just said you just woke up once half a year ago... Was it Xiao Feng who woke you up at that time?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense!"
Remnant Soul shouted: "Since you know how to wake me up, it can only be because Xiao Feng told you about me."
"By the way, where is that boy Xiao Feng?"
"Why is Xuantian Sword in your hand?"
"hehe."
Wei Changtian did not answer directly, but just asked himself: "Senior, last time Xiao Feng called you out, but asked you to help kill a person named Wei Changtian?"
"Um?"
Remnant Soul's tone was a bit disdainful: "So what?"
"not so good."
Wei Changtian shook his head, paused for a moment and then said with a playful smile:
"Senior, I am Wei Changtian."
