Song Simiao focused all his attention on the front.
Those monsters seemed to be tireless, charging at them again and again. Originally, it was not difficult for the 232nd Regiment to defend this place, but the other party did not know where to draw their troops, which caused the balance to tilt. .
"Liu Da, you take two hundred people, move to the left wing, occupy the high point and launch an attack."
"yes!"
"Lang Chengjun, you lead two hundred men and ambush on the right wing. Wait for the next wave of attacks. You can catch them by surprise and break up the opponent's formation as much as possible!"
"Got the order!"
As the leader of the 232nd Regiment, Song Simiao was still able to be methodical at this moment, but this time after fighting hard, even though he commanded well, he still lost half of his men.
There were originally two thousand people, but now there are only about a thousand people working together.
However, Song Simiao also used these 1,000 men to replace the opponent's nearly 2,500 troops.
In this situation, it is already very difficult to achieve this step. As long as this battle is won, Song Simiao will definitely leave a mark on his merit list.
But as a qualified general, Song Simiao didn't think this was such a glorious thing. He only had one thought in his mind.
There are a thousand brothers, and I can't bring them back.
Moreover, because a thousand people have been lost, the difficulty of defense will also increase by one level. Just like ten people can defend a place for ten hours, it does not mean that one person can defend it for one hour.
This is not a simple math problem.
"Captain, why don't we call the brothers from the 101st regiment over quickly!" A man covered in blood rushed to Song Simiao and said.
Song Simiao looked at him, her lips moved, but her eyes were a little complicated.
Although Zhou Ziyi did not send anyone to inform him of the news, he was still aware of the situation behind him.
The pressure faced by the people of the 101st Regiment is no less than that of them, but Song Simiao has no choice but to deploy troops to support the opponent now. All he can do is trust Zhou Ziyi and entrust the back of the 232nd Regiment to the opponent.
And Zhou Ziyi actually made the same choice.
"They... have their own things to do." Song Simiao was silent for a moment and then spoke.
In fact, Song Simiao could not give any explanation to his subordinates at this time.
But he couldn't do it.
He was also worried that the 232nd Regiment faced such a difficult challenge but still thought that the 101st Regiment was resting idle and would have complaints in his heart.
Even the soldiers of the Demon-Slaying Army are still humans, not machines. They also have their own ideas, even if they are willing to believe their comrades.
Hearing this, the other party wisely did not continue to ask further questions, but just nodded firmly.
The shouts of death continued.
Song Simiao raised his head and saw mottled tree shadows. After a long time, he grinned.
He no longer remembers which year he joined the Demon Slayer Army, nor how many regiments he has been through, but he feels that the people around him have changed again and again. Many people were still drinking and chatting yesterday, but after one night Can't find each other anymore.
Song Simiao has never been afraid of death. What really scares him is that familiar people leave one by one. Many times he wakes up from nightmares. In his dreams, he looks around and sees strange faces. He calls out to those people. Familiar name, but no response.
Slowly calming down his emotions, Song Simiao raised his head again and looked ahead. His eyes were bright and he had never been afraid.
Carrying the weapon, he slaughtered the monster beasts that rushed in front of him. The blood of the monster beasts splashed on his face. He laughed three times and said he was happy!
The two shapeshifting monsters next to him launched an offensive against him. Song Simiao suddenly turned around, the energy in his body rolling and his blood boiling.
"Well done!"
After that, the knife fell and cut off the arm of one of the transformed demons. Listening to the other party's heart-rending scream, Song Simiao felt that this was the most beautiful and sweet symphony in the world.
Song Simiao didn't know how long the 232nd Regiment could hold on with its current status and personnel, but as long as he could still carry the knife, this war would still be suspenseful. As long as he was still alive, the goddess of victory would not hold back on him. smile.
Shekou said.
Wu Ning carried a white horse with a long gun and killed three times. He rushed into the Shekou Road again and again, and returned again and again with injuries. There was almost no expression on his face, turning into a killing machine.
When Wu Ning turned back again, Zhou Ziyi suddenly stopped him.
"injured?"
Wu Ning was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at his waist. He didn't know when the monster's sharp claws opened a gash.
He smiled at Zhou Ziyi and waved his hand.
"I don't know when it happened, but I didn't feel any pain, just a minor injury."
"Bandage it first."
"no, I'm fine."
"Nonsense! Bandage it quickly, it won't take long."
Looking at Zhou Ziyi's serious expression, Wu Ning was silent for a moment and nodded.
Zhou Ziyi took out a roll of white cloth, smeared gold sore medicine on it, and carefully wrapped it around Wu Ning's waist.
"Captain, hurry up. They are still waiting for me to go back inside. They can't handle it." Wu Ning frowned and said.
Zhou Ziyi is a veteran and has become a good doctor after a long illness. He should be very familiar with the trivial matter of bandaging wounds.
The way the other party is taking his time now is clearly trying to buy him some time to rest.
But for Wu Ning, this is not necessary at all.
He felt that he was in good condition, but he was afraid that he would not be able to recover if he got too sick.
Zhou Ziyi lowered his head and shouted: "Hurry me a few times, why are you so anxious? Young people are frivolous."
Wu Ning scratched his head and did not dare to say a word.
"I remember that you came to the Demon Slayer Army to hone yourself and avoid the enemy. When are you going to go back for revenge? I will go with you then."
Wu Ning was stunned.
He thought seriously for a while and chuckled.
"Revenge must be avenged. To be honest, Captain, if you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten about this matter."
"oh?"
"When I first came to the Demon Slayer Army, I was still a little uncomfortable. I just regarded this place as my own training ground. I always wanted to break through quickly and make myself stronger. But gradually, I have fallen in love with this place." Wu Ning He smiled and said, "As for revenge... I've been waiting for so long, and I don't seem to be that anxious anymore."
After listening to Wu Ning's words, Zhou Ziyi was silent for a long time and said softly: "To be honest, you may not be able to avenge this. We may all have to die here today."
"oh……"
"Scared?"
"Well, I'm scared."
Zhou Ziyi raised his head and looked into Wu Ning's eyes.
Wu Ning took a deep breath, turned to look at Shekou, and rushed over again with his spear in hand.
"Captain, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that the Demon-Slaying Army will lose. The Demon-Slaying Army...can't lose."
Zhou Ziyi was slightly startled, looked at Wu Ning's back, and laughed and cursed.
After a long time, he counted the number of people and looked in the direction of the 232nd Regiment. It was still in full swing there.
"The 232nd group hasn't lost yet, and the 101st group has to hold on until the end." Zhou Ziyi's eyes were firm.
No matter which side of the 232nd Regiment or the 101st Regiment falls first, the other side will fall into encirclement and suppression, and there will be no chance of survival.
The 232nd Regiment is holding on, and the 101st Regiment is holding on as well.
"Damn it, kill! We can't lose to the 232nd Regiment!" After shouting this, Zhou Ziyi led his people and rushed into the Shekou Road.
Wu Ning's performance was still very fierce. He always rushed to the front, sweeping the spear in his hand again and again. In this narrow environment, the spear in his hand also used its advantage as much as possible.
There was only one thought in his mind, if he killed two more, the people behind him would have more chance of survival, and the pressure they would face might be slightly less.
Even if it is only a small contribution, Wu Ning is very satisfied.
Even so, the 101st Regiment was still stretched thin in the face of the menacing demon army. If they wanted to hold the opponent back, the only way they could do it was to use their lives to fill the gap. Each one showed a fearless spirit and fell down, followed by those behind him. People would step on their own corpses and rush up again. After throwing the spear, they would pick up boulders and roll them down condescendingly. If there were no boulders left, they would fill them with flesh and blood.
After defeating the demon clan's attack again, the opponent retreated again. Zhou Ziyi panted heavily and led the people out of the Shekou Road.
The expressions on the faces of the remaining members of the 101st Regiment only have one word: numbness.
Kill your opponent, or be killed by your opponent.
There is no third option.
In a war like this, they don't even have time to grieve over their own deaths.
Zhou Ziyi stood up straight. He originally wanted to take the time to count the number of people, but when he looked around, he felt that it was not necessary.
In addition to the serious injuries, there are only fifty or sixty people who really have fighting ability.
Zhou Ziyi walked a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, turned and stared at a thin man.
He doesn't look to be very old, just around the age of Jiro. In the previous battle, he had already lost half of his calf in the Shekou Road.
He is now pale due to excessive blood loss.
"Go, lie down."
"Captain, I'm fine. Look, I can stand still!" As he spoke, the young man threw out the wooden stick used for support. Jinji stood up straight with difficulty, but he was a little dizzy. , his body began to sway from side to side, Zhou Ziyi stretched out his hand to support him.
"Be obedient and go lie down."
"Captain, I'm not dead yet." The young man gritted his teeth and said viciously, "My bones are so strong that I can't lie down!"
Zhou Ziyi looked at him steadily, was silent for a long time, and finally laughed.
"Okay, wait a minute, continue to rush with me. Anyone who can get up will rush!"
"Yes!" The young man wiped his tears and shouted, "Kill them all!"
Zhou Ziyi turned around, the cold wind was like a knife on his face, and there was a fishy smell in the air. He looked at a raised high point, then called the signalman, and took out a mouthful of about 100 grams from the storage space. The fifty kilogram copper bell was still stained with blood, and two copper hammers were thrown over.
This is also a magic weapon, jointly created by soldiers and formation masters. Its name is the Death War Bell.
"Ring the bell and fight to the death!" Zhou Ziyi roared like a mad lion.
"Ring the bell, fight to the death!"
Immediately.
The rich and crisp bells echoed in the mountains and forests, and the sound spread hundreds of miles.
Some people died, but not completely...
