Chapter 430 Tens of Thousands of Youth and Thousands of Soldiers
When Jun Wuxie rushed back to the Great Zhou desperately, the Great Zhou was experiencing a cruel war of flesh and blood.
There are hundreds of millions of Xilin troops, and the military camp is endless.
The Xilin army will launch a siege every day.
Fortunately, the city is solid, and there are defensive runes both in the city walls and gates.
The city-breaking weapons of Xilin Continent are difficult to play a role.
The only thing they can do is the siege ladder.
The dense army of Xilin formed a square formation, holding heavy shields, and moved forward in an orderly manner.
On the city wall, the soldiers of the Great Zhou fired their bows, arrows, crossbows, and stones.
The entire battlefield stretched horizontally for dozens of miles, and the war was rolling.
The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the roar of throwing stones, and the shouts of soldiers breaking through the sky.
One after another, the siege ladder was pushed under the city wall by Xilin's army, climbing up like a tide. It was soon smashed by the falling stones and shot by a crossbow. The people behind continued to rush up.
Some Xilin soldiers rushed up the city wall and started close combat with the soldiers of the Great Zhou.
Looking around, there are scenes of flesh and blood flying together over dozens of miles of city walls.
Behind the attacking Xilin army, hundreds of thousands of archers were arranged neatly, pulling out the crossbows.
"put!"
Under the command of General Xilin, the powerful crossbow arrow roared and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The world was dark in an instant, covered by dense arrows.
The rain of arrows covered the sky and shot towards the city wall!
"Raising the shield!"
The generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty were in a calm manner in the face of danger.
The soldiers guarding the city immediately raised their shields.
The powerful crossbows fell densely, piercing the shield.
Each round of volleys will cause considerable casualties to the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
One side attacks strongly and the other side defends, all of which are very casualties.
Every day, a large number of corpses are left on the battlefield.
The casualties ratio between the two sides is basically between two and one.
Defending the city has the advantage, while siege has the disadvantage.
But even so, in two days, the defenders of the capital basically lost more than half of them!
Cylin is exchanging quantity for quantity.
But the defenders of the Great Zhou Dynasty had only a total of more than five million.
In just two days, only about two million were left.
The recruits were recruited and rushed to the battlefield after only two days of urgent training.
In this way, the casualties will be even greater, making each battle with a casualty basically reaching a one-to-one level.
"I'm afraid the capital will not be able to be kept for a few days..."
In the city, on the top of a tall building, Yan Qingcheng's purple hair flew, looking at the battlefield, sighing helplessly.
"It seems that we have overestimated the method of burning blood. Although our sect has secret methods that can allow new recruits to burn their life blood essence and force them to reach the peak of acquired nature, we have ignored the gap caused by combat experience..."
The strong man from the Demonic Cemetery looked solemn.
"Do your best. Once the city is broken, we will come forward and let the people behind Xilin come out to talk to see if they can save the lives of the people of Dazhou."
Mu Xuelan's eyes were a little erratic. Where is that hateful little thief?
If he comes back, what will he do in the face of such a situation?
In his mind, the soul-refining mountain appeared involuntarily, and his resolute back when facing several beast kings.
Mu Xuelan's heart trembled slightly.
"You must not come back..."
She murmured in her heart, praying secretly, not wanting to see the figure that made her want to hate but unable to appear in her heart at this time.
This defensive battle that concerns the survival of the Great Zhou Dynasty, millions of Great Zhou soldiers sacrificed their lives to protect each day.
The entire battlefield was extremely tragic.
After a few days, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were almost killed in battle, and the subsequent troops were seriously insufficient and could not keep up with the war's consumption.
Now, it’s only five days before Jun Wuxie rushed back from the Eastern Wilderness Ancient City!
On this day, Ji Liufeng appeared.
With Long Yi's company, he appeared above the center of the city.
"My people of Dazhou, I am not a qualified monarch. I am guilty and have not been able to give you a safe and peaceful country! Now, the mountains and rivers of Dazhou are broken and have reached the point of destruction! The fall of the capital is a foregone conclusion, but I am Dazhou
The bloodline of the Zhou Dynasty cannot be cut off. Everyone can move into the mountains. Preserve the bloodline and may make a comeback in the future! Our soldiers will use their lives to buy you the last time to evacuate, and everyone should act as soon as possible!"
"Your Majesty, we won't leave!"
"Your Majesty, this is the land where we live for generations, and we will die here even if we die!"
"We are fighting against the Xilin barbarians!"
"Fight!"
"Swear to live and die with the capital!"
"No! You can't do this. The people of the Great Zhou, listen to me and go to the mountains to avoid disaster! As long as you are alive, my Great Zhou will be able to preserve my bloodline! Otherwise, the Xilin barbarians will definitely be on the day the city is broken.
Massacre of the city!”
The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were silent.
One after another, people began to pack up and retreated to the deep mountains under Ji Liufeng's arrangement.
The capital, as well as all the cities, villages and towns behind them, were empty.
People quickly evacuated and moved to the mountains to avoid disasters.
"Sanwazi, why don't you leave?"
In front of a deep mountain, a middle-aged woman covered in dust looked at her young son.
"Mom, the environment in the mountains is harsh, you and everyone should take care of it!"
"Sanwoo, you..."
The middle-aged woman's weathered eyes gradually became wet. Looking at her thirteen-year-old son in front of her, her lips trembled, but she couldn't speak.
"Mom, my child is unfilial!" Sanwazi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times: "In the next life, I will repay you for your kindness of giving birth!"
After he said that, he turned around resolutely and ran towards the capital. He did not dare to look back, for fear that he would not be willing to leave after turning back.
"Mom, take good care of yourself. The child is unfilial and wants to go into battle to kill the enemy and guard my mountain and river home!"
In front of this deep mountain, countless teenagers in the evacuated team knelt on the ground and bid farewell to their mother.
My father died in battle, and my brother died in battle!
Now, it's their turn!
In front of the deep mountains, a group of women and children cried constantly, but no one stood up to stop them.
They shed tears and watched their teenage children embark on a road that they would never return.
...
At the west gate of the Great Zhou capital, the war has reached a precarious point.
The number of soldiers defending the city has dropped sharply, and it is difficult to resist the attack of Xilin's army.
More and more Xilin soldiers climbing up the city wall.
The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty fought with them in hand and their weapons broke. They bite them with their teeth, hugged them tightly, and rolled down the city wall together.
"The Great Zhou is over, and it will be broken today..."
Yan Qingcheng and others sighed deeply as they looked at the tragic battlefield.
"Look!"
Su Ji suddenly pointed to the rear of the capital.
Many figures appeared there, coming from different directions.
"them……"
"It's a boy from Dazhou!"
"The blood of the descendants of Xuanyuan has never been erased, but they are still a group of children..."
The Sect Master of Medicine King, his voice trembled slightly.
...
"We must join the army and defend our country's land and mountains!"
In the city, there are various recruitment sites for soldiers gathering a large number of children aged 12 or 13 to 14 or 15.
"No, you are too young, how can you go to the battlefield!"
The recruiting general looked at the scene in shock.
"Why can't it be? This is the land where we live for generations. Only by driving away the enemy can our mother and sister live a peaceful and stable life!"
"What's wrong with the young age? You can still go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. We must let the Xilin barbarians know that our Great Zhou men will never surrender!"
"you……"
The recruiting generals had moist eyes.
Looking at these young faces, he thought of his children, perhaps he was also registering at a recruitment site at this moment.
"Do you know that now you don't have any training time to join the army. You can only rely on the method of burning blood to strongly improve your strength. The consequence is that even if you survive on the battlefield, you will always become a useless person!"
"We know!"
"Do you know that when facing the Xilin army, once you go to the battlefield, you will never be able to come back..."
"We know, we are not afraid of death!"
"Okay, write your own name, and your parents' names! If the capital is kept, the country will take good care of your family!"
...
On the high-rise buildings in the city, senior executives of various forces were very moved when they saw these scenes.
"Looking at these children, I feel ashamed..." Su Ji said self-deprecatingly: "What have you practiced over the years? We are as powerful as us, but compared to these mortals, we are far less brave than them. Years of cultivation have made us lose our lives.
He has blood and courage, and always keeps his mind on things…”
The other strong men were silent.
At this moment, they were deeply touched.
Suddenly I felt that I was not as good as these mortals and children over ten years old.
Without their blood, without their courage!
Those who had originally thought of themselves were given up one by one over the years and compromised for various reasons.
How should you choose in life and what path should you take to be considered a wonderful life and worthwhile?
"He is right. Is it really meaningful to live without human innate emotions?"
Mu Xuelan whispered in her heart.
Just like those teenagers, their lives have just begun and are about to end, but they are blooming with the most brilliant brilliance of life.
What is the meaning of life and what is the meaning of cultivation?
...
War is cruel.
In the next few days, the Great Zhou side was almost full of young soldiers.
Their figures cannot wear adult armor and clothe in battle, and there is almost no protection except for shields.
But even so, they kept the capital day after day!
The city walls had already flowed into a river.
Many elderly people returned during the evacuation and joined the logistics work of the defenders.
In the city, the streets were filled with corpses.
They are all children over ten years old, with ragged bodies and almost no corpse. Some bite the enemy's ears and noses in their mouths, and some hold the enemy's eyes tightly in their hands, and they can't break them no matter how hard they pass!
Streets, corpses of young men were lined up for dozens of miles of streets.
People cried while sorting out their remains and pieced together their broken limbs.
...
"kill!"
"Fuck these barbarians who are damn goodbye to death!"
On the city wall, two blood-covered figures were roaring, killing the Xilin soldiers who climbed up the city wall crazily.
"Bald, I haven't killed so many people in my life, but it's so fucking satisfying!"
"Tomb robbers, don't talk nonsense, save some energy and kill a few more..."
Kongxu was covered in blood, and his bald head was covered in blood.
They have been fighting for several days, without stopping for a moment, their physical strength is overdrawn, and their true energy is almost exhausted.
"Ye Qiange, are you okay?"
They looked at Marshal Da Zhou who was leaning against the wall and supporting his body with a mo knife, and asked gasping.
"You can kill thousands more Xilin barbarians!"
Ye Qiange wiped the blood from his face and grinned, and the blood slowly poured out of the wound on his body.
He was shot by the powerful Xilin.
Someone used a spiritual bow to attack him from a long distance.
"You two guys remember that when you go to the grave next year, bring me a few more pots of wine!"
Ye Qiange laughed twice and rushed towards the Xilin soldiers who were climbing up the city wall, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"I can't forget it!" Xu Tuoling and Kongxu grinned, but tears were filled with their eyes, and then rushed towards the Xilin soldiers: "Kill!"
...
On the Great Peripheral Frontier, three carriages ran in the air.
It's been ten days!
Is the capital still there?
Jun Wuxie was anxious and looked at the broken mountains and rivers below, counties after counties, almost dead.
There were bones everywhere, rotten corpses, vultures hovering, and crows cried.
When I passed by Ningyuan County, I saw the corpses of Xuanjia Army on the ground in the cruel battlefield.
Among them was a general of the Xuanjia Army, standing on the mountain of corpses piled up by the bodies of the Xilin soldiers, whose body was pierced by several spears, and stood there, scattered hair that was solidified by plasma, covering half of his face.
"Wei Yang!"
He jumped down.
Wei Yang, a senior general of the Xuanjia Army!
I drank wine with him before and was a very passionate man with outstanding military talents!
Meeting again, but this is the scene...
"Xilin! Soul Hunting Hall!"
His voice was like an angry real dragon roaring, shaking the mountains and fields.