Shi Chang Jiang Li followed Lu Yao tightly, bypassing the city gate from the ramp, and heading south. When he gathered, the time was too tight, which caused him to fail to rectify his clothes. At this moment, the silk threads of Lejia rubbed back and forth as he ran and gradually fell into his skin. This was quite painful for ordinary people, but Jiang Li's steps did not stop. The endless wars over the years have tempered him into a warrior with a firm character.

Jiang Li was an ordinary farmer in Shangdang Wu Township. In the first year of Yongxing, Bingzhou had a severe drought, and the victims of various counties were famined, which led to the tragic situation of eating each other. Jiang Li watched his parents and family members die one by one, and in the end he and his fellow villager were lucky enough to be conscripted into the army to avoid starvation. But in the following years, his fellow villager died in the battlefield one after another, and it seemed that he did not live long. Jiang Li did not mind this. Li was born in such a world, and the value of life was no more noble than gravel. He no longer cared about it at all. But because he did not care about his life and death, he was unstoppable in every battle, and instead became a famous warrior in the beggar army.

"I don't care about my life." When Lu Yao summoned the soldiers to speak, he responded like this: "General Lu, since he was a soldier and had already realized that he had died in battle. We beggars are not afraid of death, and we no longer took our lives seriously. I think you don't need to say so much, just fight."

As a member of the Bingzhou Army in the past, Jiang Li had heard of Lu Yao's name. It is said that the army leader was a rare kind person. He was polite and polite to his subordinates, not like a soldier, but more like a gentle scholar. It was not until this time that Jiang Li finally really met the army leader. As the rumors said, even when Lu Yao was calm and seemed to be unable to suppress his anxiety, he still seemed very gentle to his soldiers.

Oh, he should be called General Lu. When Jiang Li and others followed King Xincai to flee to Wei County in shame, Lu Yao fought hard to attack Hu in Bingzhou and made great contributions. Now he is General Yamen.

Jiang Li was a little jealous about this. He thought with some disdain: Can a guy who speaks softly to everyone else fight?

General Li Yun said just now that Jiang Li and his companions would be sent to stop the Jisang bandits. It seemed that this task was a bit difficult, so the general of the army walked back and forth in the team to cheer everyone up. For some reason, Jiang Li felt very irritated when he saw this scene and suddenly burst out a series of unruly words.

The two military academies accompanying General Lu immediately changed their faces, but Jiang Li was not afraid of death. Are they still afraid of these little officials?

"I just heard General Li Yun talk about Brother Jiang's reputation as brave and brave, and it was indeed heroic." General Lu looked up and down at Jiang Li, and said with a smile: "You don't care about your life, but I care very much. I, Lu Daoming, will never take my brothers to die."

He climbed Jiang Li's shoulder affectionately and took him to the edge of the city gate: "Brother Jiang, please see, from here and there, there are four city platforms. We rely on the city platform to resist the thieves and make full use of the geographical advantage. If we can't resist, we retreat to the next city platform. In this way, we will block it step by step. When we retreat here, the enemy's aura has lost, and the main force of our army has entered the city... Then it is time for us to counterattack. How about it?"

This is a general talking to him! Jiang Li felt a little confused and didn't know how to answer for a while. After a while, he said, "Okay!"

Although Jiang Li was just a little bit arrogant, he had some prestige in the army. Since he supported Lu Yao's idea, the other soldiers had no objection. So the soldiers set out immediately.

The 300 people who were following General Lu were the ones who were responsible for the reorganization just now. Although they were all from Bingzhou, it was not easy to be able to form these hundreds of people in such a short time. Jiang Li shook his head and let himself break free from his random thoughts. He speeded up and said to himself: General Lu's words may have become a little softer, he is really good at being a capable person, and he also seems to be a capable person.

The enemy's advance was much faster than expected. Although they rushed to hurry up, when they were about to approach the fourth wall platform in the south, a large number of enemies had already surged like a tide, and dense torches were leaping, causing Jiang Li's eyes to be dazzled. At such a close distance, many soldiers gasped.

"Don't panic, keep calm." Lu Yao immediately ordered. The soldiers had already stopped and gathered in a dense queue to slowly retreat. Several brothers held up the temporarily removed door panels and lined up in a horizontal line as cover.

Although Yecheng is a majestic city, the top of the city wall is only two feet wide. Both the Jin army and the bandit army feel that they cannot do anything. So both sides maintain an arrow. Every time the Jin army takes a step back, the bandit army forces further.

This confrontation is easy to make people nervous. In Jiang Li's feeling, the Jin army retreated to the third wall platform. Lu Yao arranged three rows of soldiers in front of the stairs of the wall platform, and arranged the more elites on the inside of the wall platform as the second line of defense.

The bandits hesitated for a moment. Perhaps they were eager to arrive at Jianchun Gate and had no intention of tangling here for too long. From the wall, they could see their rear team looking for a step and split a number of troops to encircle the northwest.

Lu Yao frowned and shouted: "Old Xue, raise the flag!"

Jiang Li recognized that the man named Lao Xue was Xue Tong, the burly man who broke into the crowd and killed Sima Yu. He heard that he was also a general. By the way, there was also a young man who always had a sneer on his face, which made people feel that he was not serious. Others called him General Ding. It was strange that there were many generals in Bingzhou that suddenly became more than this.

Xue Tong responded, took out a long pole with its diagonal back from behind, and hung a white cloth about the size of twelve feet on the long pole. He raised the shoddy military flag high, and the long wind whistled in the night sky, and immediately spread the white cloth suddenly. Jiang Li looked up in the flames and saw a huge word "Lu" with ink dripping.

He then heard Lu Yao, not far away, talking to Ding Miao: "Brother Wenhao, the elderly man in my hometown once said that there is a country called Spain in the extreme west, and the people have the custom of fighting bulls. The warriors shake with red cloth, summoning the buffalo to get angry and run wildly; while the warriors stabbed it with spears and long swords. After several rounds, the buffalo could die of blood."

"There is such a strange custom? Will the red cloth make the cow angry?" Ding Miao showed an eager look: "After this matter, I'll go find a cow to try."

"Uh..." Lu Yao was speechless for a moment about Ding Miao's way of thinking. He paused and continued: "The streets of Yecheng are crisscrossing. Even if the Captain Tian sets fire everywhere, it may not be able to block the thieves' road to attack Jianchun Gate. If the thieves are allowed to encircle the enemy, the military and civilians in front of Jianchun Gate will inevitably suffer heavy losses. Therefore, we have to find a way to keep the thieves' attention here, and don't look for another way. Brother Wenhao knows that if the Shile bandits are compared to the Manniu, then my army flag is the red cloth that is enough to make him angry?"

Ding Miao smiled: "Tuanbai Valley!"

"That's right. I once fought with this guy in Tuanbai Valley and killed many of his capable subordinates. Shi Le himself was just for his own sake. He should have some impression of my military flag. Since I know that Lu Daoming is here, Shi Le will never let it go... It's just a fight!"

After these two generals had a moment of conversation, Jiang Li suddenly felt dark before his eyes.

At this moment, fires caught everywhere in Ye City, and the leaping fire heads reflected half of the sky red, just like daylight. But at this moment, the sound of a whistling wind suddenly came from the sky. I don’t know what was flying densely in the air, and even the flames were blocked!

Jiang Li yelled suddenly: "Look down! Raise the shield!"

He yelled wildly, but the cry was too late!

Hundreds of short spears, more than four feet long and more than seven pounds, made a sensational roar, and instantly drew arcs in the air and fell into the array of the beggars.

The short spear is several times heavier than the arrow, and it has huge kinetic energy when it falls. Wherever it reaches the projection, even the officers wearing fine sleeves and armor are broken like paper. Most of the soldiers of the beggars have no protection. Any part of their limbs will immediately form a penetrating wound as big as a bowl, and the subsequent large amount of blood loss will take their lives in an instant. Hundreds of short spears fell, and countless wails sounded, and the neat array of the beggars became fragmented in an instant.

The Jin army, which formed the first line of defense in front of the stone steps of the wall platform, suffered the most heavy losses. The simple wooden shield they held could not stop the heavy short spear. More than half of the soldiers, at least fifty people, fell to the ground with groans, and many others died immediately without any time to make any sound.

The officer responsible for leading this team was Ding Jin. He was Ding Miao's clan tribe of Qiao State. His bravery was famous in the Jinyang army, otherwise he would not have survived in previous battles. When the short spears fell in the sky, he knocked down three or five pieces with a long sword, but more short spears fell like raindrops, which finally took his life.

His left chest was completely pierced by a short spear, and the sharp spear tip rose from behind nearly a foot. A large amount of blood splattered from the wounds on both sides of the chest and back, which quickly dyed the military uniform blood red. Ding Jin had a confused expression on his face, looked at his chest, and then looked back at Ding Miao, opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but only made a low roar. Finally, he lost his strength and sat down shakingly.

Ding Miao shouted loudly, rushing forward like an arrow from the string, picking up Ding Jin's body, and then retreated quickly. At the same time, in the direction facing the wall platform, the blood-red stone-shaped banner swung continuously, and a large number of spear throwers rushed over like a tide. During the sprint, they had already taken out another short spear from the bag behind them.

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Chapter completed!