The sun rises every day, whether someone wants it or not.
For the Jiangling garrison, seeing the sun rise now is not a pleasant thing, because it means the beginning of a new round of fighting, injuries, bloodshed and death.
Meaning that when the sun sets, those who are still alive will become more tired, achy, and depressed.
But for Wu Jun, this is not the case.
Wu Jun had a huge numerical advantage, but no one knew whether he would be the one caught up by the supervising team to die when the sun rose next time.
The people who hit the city gate were shot to death by waves of random arrows, and something was piled behind the solid city gate. No matter how long they were hit, it was like a rock and iron wall.
People who climbed the city wall were smashed to death by rocks and trees, fell to death, and had boiling water showered on their heads. Even those who were lucky enough to climb up would be stabbed to death by three or four spears.
No matter which angle the digger digs, he will always dig into the trench dug by the city's defenders. Then those in front will be hacked to death before they can climb out, while those behind will be trapped in the pungent and foul-smelling smoke. He suffocated to death in despair...
Every day, Wu soldiers died at a rate several times that of the Jiangling defenders, and then the generals drove more people up to die.
Jiangling City is like a monster with an insatiable appetite, devouring countless lives with its bloody mouth, and then using these flesh and blood lives as nourishment, breeding fear and despair.
After experiencing the initial excitement and enthusiasm brought by the heavy reward and deception, the current Wu army soldiers just watched numbly as batch after batch of people went to die every day, and secretly prayed that it would not be their turn.
"Come on! Come on!" The Wu army formed a supervising team composed of members of the general's family. They raised their swords and drove the young men who had been forcibly recruited like animals.
These people had no armor at all, not even leather armor, and were only issued crudely made swords and guns as weapons.
"Uh...ah——!" The thin young man who was unfortunately selected still looked a little green and could not be more than 15 years old at most.
He broke down and ran back crying.
puff!
What greeted him was the supervising team wielding their swords without hesitation.
These people in the supervising team were obviously wearing fine leather armor and had much better weapons, but they swung the steel knives in their hands at him.
This young man from Yamakoshi who was forcibly recruited into the army never understood why until his death.
To the boy's death, others just looked on with numb indifference. Every day, people collapsed, ran away, and were killed.
At this time, people have been reduced to expendable goods, no more noble than cattle and horses.
Wang Zuo was patrolling the city wall, checking for leaks and filling gaps, while Zhao Lei and Shen Zhong were talking quietly under the city wall.
"Jiang Ling... I'm afraid I won't be able to survive for a few more days." Zhao Lei looked calm when he spoke, as if he was saying that the leftover noodles were going moldy.
Shen Zhong was concentrating on repairing the slightly damaged mysterious armor in his hand. Although he was straight-talking and accepting death, he was gifted with a pair of skillful hands.
At this time, he said without raising his head: "Well, maybe two or three days, maybe three or five days. Rather, it is a miracle that I can survive until now."
Zhao Lei heard this and sat next to him. The deafening shouts of killing were still ringing in his ears, but the conversation at this moment was equally important.
"We have delayed it for so long. General Guan and the Crown Prince...should have returned to Yizhou by now, right?" Zhao Lei smiled slightly, as if he had been relieved of a huge burden.
It wasn't until today that he finally dared to speak his mind.
But I only dare to tell people like Shen Zhong who never seem to despair.
"I have deployed manpower in critical areas of the city. Once the city is breached, we will set fire to it. The Jiangdong thieves will not even get a hair from Jiangling!" Zhao Lei gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
They were besieged in the city and could not receive any news. His current message was still about the army heading north to Mianshui.
Subsequent developments can only be speculated upon.
However, Shen Zhong's words seemed to pour cold water on him: "They can't go back to Yizhou."
"What did you say?! Why!" Zhao Lei suddenly became excited, his eyes were a little red, and he grabbed Shen Zhong's shoulders and was hysterical, "We have delayed Sun Quan's main force for so long!! Why can't they go back!
"They still have more than 10,000 troops. General Guan can take the general's head among the thousands of troops! The prince also has the ability to capture Ding Feng alive among the thousands of troops!"
"Then who is Lu Xun! Why can't they go back! Why!!"
Now, Zhao Lei's entire spiritual sustenance is that Guan Yu and Liu Chan can successfully return to Yizhou.
Coupled with the high pressure of fierce battles that hovered on the edge of life and death for days, he suddenly couldn't control his emotions after hearing Shen Zhong's words.
However, Shen Zhong obviously didn't mind. After the last piece of armor was repaired, he pressed down Zhao Lei's hands, stood up, and put the blood-stained mysterious armor that Liu Chan had left to him again on his body.
Shen Zhong looked at Zhao Lei, there was still no trace of despair in his eyes, he grinned and said: "Gong Si once told us that he wanted to restore the great man to his former glory.
"And his favorite saying is 'Those who offend our strong men will be killed no matter how far away they are; all the people of our strong men will be saved no matter how far away they are'!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Shen Zhong seemed to see Liu Chan chatting cordially with him again before his eyes, and he subconsciously called out Liu Chan's nickname.
As for Zhao Lei, who was stunned in place, his brain no longer had the extra capacity to think about these trivial things.
"The prince never treats his subordinates as abandoned sons, not in the past, and will not this time. He asked us to leave his last words and defend Jiangling, but he still came and did not treat us as abandoned sons. He will definitely do so this time Come!"
Zhao Lei's lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
The look in Shen Zhong's eyes in front of him puzzled him. He didn't know where the strong confidence that the prince could do anything came from.
But he had to admit that after hearing these words, the idea of death that he had finally built up in his heart faded away.
"You're such a fucking bastard." Zhao Lei sighed, "I can't survive for a few days, but now you tell me that I don't want to die anymore."
Shen Zhong's demeanor suddenly changed after he regained his armor. Even though he couldn't train these days, he was still a prince's personal soldier who walked out of the camp on the outskirts of Chengdu!
"You are right about something." Shen Zhong said coldly, "Who the hell is Lu Xun? He can't stop the power of the Crown Prince's army. Let's go and get to work."
Zhao Lei turned over and got up, and suddenly said: "If I can survive this time, can you lend me your mysterious armor for a few days?"
Once the desire to survive sprouts, it will grow wildly like weeds.
Some people will surrender because of this, but others will resist even more tenaciously.
Shen Zhong answered without any hesitation: "Don't think about it, there is no way."
"Day! You are so damn unloyal as a brother!"
"It's OK to borrow money, but there's no way to borrow money."
…
In the Wu army's position outside the city, Zhu Ran in the rear camp was pacing back and forth. The inexplicable irritability in his heart made him restless.
This battle in Jingzhou did not go as he expected from the beginning, and this half of Jiangling's ruined city was surprisingly strong.
But the defenders in the city should not be able to hold on for too long. Jiangling will definitely be captured in three to five days at most!
However, after Lu Xun went to Yiling, no news came back at all, which made him increasingly uneasy.
The last time I proposed to my lord to divide the troops, I had no intention of going to support him.
It's just that the lord has high hopes for this battle and he can't openly say depressing words, so he deliberately made excuses.
Zhu Ran, who grew up with Sun Quan, knew that after the defeat of Hefei, his lord needed a victory to re-establish his confidence.
In the battle of Jingzhou, we cannot lose at any cost!
"Report——!"
Just as he was thinking about it, the messenger suddenly entered the tent.
"General, a large army has been detected from the west heading towards Jiangling! The vanguard is less than twenty miles away from our army!"
Zhu Ran's heart immediately skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Have you ever seen clearly whose troops it is?"
"It's the Shu Army!"
Zhu Ran's face immediately became gloomy and almost dripping with water. He calmed down and asked again: "How many troops are there in the Shu army?"
"Back to the general, the Shu army is coming by land and water. The warships on the Yangtze River are like dragons one after another. There are about a thousand pioneer cavalry on land. The army is only afraid... I am afraid..."
"Say it quickly!!" Zhu Ran couldn't hold himself any longer and grabbed his collar and roared angrily.
"I'm afraid it should be more than 50,000!"
Plop.
Zhu Ran seemed to have had all the bones removed from his body, and he fell to the ground sadly, his eyes dull.
He only muttered in a low voice: "It's over...it's all over..."
(End of chapter)
