At three o'clock in the morning, the commander-in-chief personally led the Chinese army to suppress the formation. The drums were rumbling, and the warrior camp took the lead in attacking the city.
Guo Chuanlin held a simple knife in his hand and looked around. He saw that Guliang City was standing tall, the moat had been filled in, and the city was crowded with soldiers. There were shouts and shouts. Obviously, they also knew that whether they could defend the city depended on this one move. .
Arrows were sparse at the top of the city, and wood and stone were exhausted. A battalion of warrior soldiers bravely stepped forward carrying ladders. Guo Chuanlin mingled with the crowd, his nose flaring, and he faintly smelled a hot stench. He felt a thump in his heart, and narrowed his eyes to look around, only to see Zhai Zipeng standing in front, his eyes as bright as a tiger, personally leading his troops to guard the middle road. There were many soldiers on both sides, crouching, shrinking their heads, for fear of being accidentally injured by stray arrows.
The ladders were set up one by one, and the iron hooks at the top were set up on the top of the city, and the warrior ants followed them. Guo Chuanlin's mind was spinning very fast. The "golden juice" had to be boiled and poured right away. No matter how hard you cooked it in a big pot, you could only pour it in one wave. Rather than killing the enemy, it was better to break the morale of the troops and boost their morale. The east and west sides are guarded by side soldiers, and their fighting spirit is not strong. On the contrary, the middle road is heavily guarded, and it is least likely that Jin Zhi will be located here.
The soldiers stationed at the top of the city tried their best to chop up the ladder. The commander had to give instructions from an expert. The top of the ladder was wrapped with strong iron. They couldn't cut it off in a hurry. The soldiers took the opportunity to seize the city. They were stabbed off the ladder with long spears, but no one dared to retreat at the cost of their lives. . The commander-in-chief's military orders are like a mountain. Anyone who retreats before the money is paid will definitely be executed without mercy. It is better to sacrifice one's life to gain wealth, and even in the worst case, one can be happy for a while.
Guo Chuanlin followed the warriors and swarmed out. He turned his steps and rushed straight to the middle. He was tall and long-legged, as powerful as a galloping horse. He stepped on the ladder as if on the ground, and took the lead to kill on the top of the city. The stench hit his nostrils and made the man want to vomit. As he expected, Zhai Zipeng placed "golden juice" on the east and west sides to help the soldiers guard the city. There were strong soldiers in the middle to guard the city. Seeing several spears being stabbed at random, he stepped on the ladder, leaned over to let the gun tip go, used the force of the rebound to squeeze away the random spears, shouted, and took the lead in killing the city.
Pots of scalding golden juice were poured down from the top of the city. The expressions of all the soldiers attached to the ants changed, and they jumped down from the ladder desperately, as straight as dumplings. The screams filled the sky, and the offensive was suddenly defeated. Guo Chuanlin leaned against the battlements to protect the ladder. He was surrounded by several powerful soldiers and fell into a fierce battle. His colleagues poured in through the gap he opened. After being unable to stop them, they were stabbed to death by random guns. He was left alone for a while. .
The outnumbered enemy was extremely exhausted. After a short battle, Guo Chuanlin was panting like an ox and bleeding profusely. The sword was too heavy to lift, so he could only barely move away from his vital points. Seeing that he couldn't hold on anymore, there was a sudden blow on the back of his head. In the strong wind, a warrior fell from the sky, holding two iron halberds, and rushed into the enemy's formation like a whirlwind, saving his life. Zhai Zipeng's face suddenly changed. He ordered his soldiers to step forward to stop him, but he couldn't resist it. He was killed by the warrior. He picked up the iron halberd and knocked it on his helmet. There was a loud "buzz" in his ears, and he fainted immediately. On the ground.
Guo Chuanlin breathed a sigh of relief and felt his hands and feet were sore. He slowly slid to the ground with his back against the battlement, almost exhausted. He recognized the warrior who rescued the siege. His surname was Qin Mingzhong. He had a strong back and a strong waist, with big arms and a round waist. He was good at using a pair of iron halberds. The left halberd weighed thirty-nine kilograms, and the right halberd weighed forty-one kilograms. They were made of ordinary iron. The movement is like flying, charging into the battle is like entering an uninhabited land. Qin Chong is the commander's favorite general. Now that he has attacked the city, the overall situation has been decided. Guliang City held on for many days and was finally taken away by the commander.
A snake cannot survive without a head. Guliang City has only been supported by Zhai Zipeng until now. Qin Zhong was the last straw that broke the camel's back. For a time, the army was defeated like a mountain. In less than half an hour, Guliang City changed hands.
After the city was broken, the city was massacred for three days.
It was not Guo Chuanlin's first day as a soldier. He understood the rules of massacre. Although he hates burning, killing, and looting, if he acts too aloof, he will attract the attention of his superiors and colleagues. If he wants to survive in this troubled world, he must join the others and not mind having his hands stained with blood. Killings, robberies, rapes, and fanatical violence filled every corner as far as the eye could see. Guo Chuanlin tried his best to keep his heart numb, turning a blind eye and hearing nothing. "Since you can't change it, just accept it." This is what he thought.
After the fierce battle, both physically and mentally exhausted, Guo Chuanlin couldn't muster up his energy. He stepped on the ruins and blood, passed through Guliang City where mourning was everywhere, and picked out a large family in the remote west of the city and kicked him. He opened the door and walked straight in.
After entering again and again, forward and backward, the main room and the side room were empty. The owner probably packed up his belongings and fled before the city was destroyed, saving a lot of trouble, which was exactly what Guo Chuanlin wanted. He would stay here for three days to recuperate and wait patiently for the massacre to end and the rallying horn to sound.
I feel unbearably hungry. Something has been wrong lately and I often feel hungry. Guo Chuanlin walked around and found the kitchen. There was firewood in the corner, water in the jar, and rice in the urn. He picked up a piece of firewood, poked at the stove hole, and pulled out a pile of ashes. After thinking for a while, he had an idea. . Most of the wealthy families have a place to hide in a dark room or something like that. It doesn't matter if they turn a blind eye. As long as they don't cause any trouble, they'll be fine.
He rolled up his sleeves, brushed the pot and blew on the fire, cooked a large pot of rice, and took a piece of bacon from the beam, washed away the floating ash, chopped it into random pieces, spread it on the rice, steamed it, and devoured it to his fill. It had been a long time since he had eaten hot food. White rice and bacon were more delicious than any other delicacies. Guo Chuanlin put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and let out a long sigh of relief.
With my stomach full and my spirit strong, it’s time to tell some stories. Guo Chuanlin was very indifferent to money, but since he was massacring the city, he had to get some money out to avoid being laughed at. He broke into the master's bedroom, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, searched for some gold and silver jewelry, pulled a piece of silk and satin at random, packed a package and put it in his arms. When he felt it was ready, he closed the door and went out.
A slight cough suddenly came from behind the partition on the east wall. The voice sounded like a young woman.
Alas, I can't even hold back my cough. Could it be that I'm hiding a tuberculosis ghost? Guo Chuanlin walked to the partition with a simple knife and knocked it a few times with the back of the knife, making a hollow echo. Sure enough, there is a darkroom! He inserted the tip of the knife into the gap in the partition and pried it a few times. A trembling voice inside said, "No, don't pry, we'll come out right now..."
The partition moved aside silently, revealing the dark entrance, and a maid poked her head out. She was still young, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling.
With the faint light, he saw a well-dressed middle-aged man with a mustache, shaking his head and throwing out a small baggage. "Take them all, don't hurt our lives..." He tried his best to protect the woman behind him and prevent Guo Chuanlin from seeing her appearance.
"Maybe she's a beautiful woman." Guo Chuanlin thought in his mind, grinned, nodded to the middle-aged man, picked up the baggage, stood up and left. He knew that in the eyes of the other party, he was holding a simple knife and looked fierce. At this time, any words were redundant. Only by leaving with money and belongings could he express his attitude.
The partition was closed again, a sigh of relief sounded in the dark room, and it became quiet again.
