Chapter 82 Poor Wuding Riverside Bone, Still the Man in Spring Girl's Dream!
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the howling cold wind blew through the boundless grassland.
The wind was howling, drums were beating, and hundreds of barbarians were singing strange tunes and dancing strange dances.
In the middle were five heads and more than a dozen wizards in wolf skins. They were chanting strange words that even the Black Hammer King could not understand. They were holding drums made of human skin and swore to the earthwork army.
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The sacrifices were the five tribal leaders who were stabbed to death three days ago.
Ji Moyu looked at them, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes: "Barbarians are just barbarians, they don't understand civilized etiquette." But he quickly suppressed it.
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The northern border of Dashang is a vast plain.
The north wind is so biting that it hurts anyone's face when it blows it.
In fact, many earthen fortresses had been built in Northern Xinjiang during the Wu Ding period. Although many of them were abandoned due to the border peace, they can be picked up and used now.
The King of Shang specially sent a total of 30,000 advance troops to consolidate the defense line to prevent the earth troops from going south to plunder the people.
It's just that it's too cold here. Boiling hot water will turn into ice in just ten minutes if left outside. How can these soldiers, who were stunned in Chaoge, endure it?
They didn't bother to consolidate the earthen fortress as ordered, so they just sat around the fire in groups of three and three.
At this moment, the two soldiers closest to the gate were warming themselves over the fire and talking.
"I don't know why the king sent us here. Beiyi's courage was broken by the late king more than ten years ago. How dare you come here to die?"
"Yes, I heard that Xiqi wiped out all the Xirong last year. Do you dare to attack a merchant who is a hundred times more powerful than Xiqi?"
A slightly fat man was a little worried: "Is this really good? It's too cold this winter, and the earthwork may not move south. How about we take turns to guard it? There are fifteen of us, divided into five shifts.
It won’t be long.”
The tall and thin soldier sitting next to him shook his head and enjoyed the warmth of the flames: "I'm not going. You see, the commander knows it's too cold outside and doesn't bother to care about us. We've been here for more than a month. Who's going south?"
, When it was not cold before, the earthworkers did not go south, but now that it is so cold, they go south, aren't they afraid of being frozen into popsicles?"
"Even if King Shang is a human being, he will make mistakes. I think it is impossible for the earthwork to move south this year. We can return to Chaoge after surviving this winter."
The slightly fat man thought it made sense when he heard this, but he seemed to hear something suddenly: "There seems to be the sound of horse hooves outside. Could it be that the soil is moving south?"
The tall and thin man was speechless: "Are you kidding? I heard it too, but it was just our horses braying. Did you hear it?"
"But it's really annoying to call them like that. The beasts are restless. Go out and have a look and appease them. If that doesn't work, bring them into the fortress."
The slightly fat man hesitated: "This?"
The tall and thin man laughed and said, "Didn't you just say that you were going to go out and stand guard? Why are you afraid of getting into trouble when it's your turn? The upright and awe-inspiring attitude just now was all just an act."
The fat man snorted coldly, picked up the spear on the ground, opened the door of the earthen castle and walked out: "Just go, Nai Weng is different from you rats who only want to have fun."
However, the moment he walked out of the door, his head flew into the earthen castle.
When the tall and thin man saw the fat man's head, his eyes instantly turned red, and even a pig would have realized what was going on.
He shouted with all his strength: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The earthworkers are coming! Wear armor and prepare swords! Light the beacon fire, light the beacon fire!"
Then he picked up the spear at hand and rushed towards the door. This mistake was made by him. He must use his life to make up for it. He must delay it and give his colleagues behind him a chance to wear armor.
Give colleagues a chance to ask for help.
The moment he shouted.
Dozens of earthwork cavalry rushed in through the gate. The only person standing in front of them was a tall, thin man holding a spear and wearing no armor.
They were not even interested in taking a look at this man. Only the ten men at the head picked up the longbows behind them. The bowstrings crackled, and the arrows were like lightning, piercing the void in an instant.
Logically speaking, the tall, thin man without any armor would have fallen to the arrows like this.
"Why did you kill Fatty, you bunch of bastards."
The tall and thin man looked at the rain of arrows without any fear or dodge. He just yelled and cursed angrily. He knew that he could not avoid this rain of arrows. It was too fast and there were too many.
But suddenly, his eyes fell into chaos.
He found that his extreme anger seemed to cause the true human body-refining method in his body to move rapidly, touching an area he had never touched before.
Life Lock Level 1, open!
The rain of arrows fired by the earth cavalry seemed to be in slow motion in his eyes. He just waved his gun and shot down the lightning-fast arrows one by one.
At this time, the earthwork cavalry also carried broadswords and lances and stabbed their spears at the tall and thin man.
His eyes were still blurry and his face was expressionless. The gun shot out like snow, and the silver dragon roared and danced.
The five earth-moving cavalrymen who rushed at the front fell off their horses one after another.
He yelled out the most passionate words in the coldest tone: "With me here, who dares to invade my Great Shang territory?"
"You bastard barbarians, go and pay for your lives for Xiaopang!"
Fast, too fast!
This is the impression in every earthwork cavalry's mind.
A cold light suddenly appeared, and the gun shot out like rain. The tall and thin man seemed not to kill people, but to offer the most wonderful art in the world.
Stab, collect, sweep, chop, and insert without any unnecessary movements or fancy moves, just like a sophisticated killing machine.
Every time a spear is sent out, at least one earthwork cavalry can be taken away.
No matter how much they struggle or resist, they will inevitably become dead souls in the end.
When the other soldiers in the bunker finished putting on their armor and grabbing their weapons, they saw a tall and thin man who looked like a god of death, with dozens of kneeling horses standing beside him, and dozens of corpses of disheveled barbarians.
The tall and thin man also returned to normal. He sat on the ground, panting, his eyes full of blood red, and crawled over to hold the fat man's head in his arms.
Then he said: "You guys, hurry up and close the door. As long as we wait until the reinforcements arrive, all the local people will have to be buried with the little fat man!"
but......
That's too late.
Wu Zhidong led dozens of earth cavalry into the earthen fort.
By the way, he killed two merchant soldiers who had just walked to close the door. The meteor hammer in his hand flew past. The tall and thin man, who was exhausted from the previous battle, died without any resistance next to the little fat head.
There was no suspense. In front of Wu Zhidong, who could kill a ten-meter demon tiger with his bare hands, and in front of dozens of Tufang's most elite cavalry, the merchant army's resistance seemed powerless.
But they still resisted with all their strength, hoping to take away more local soldiers to support them, hoping to delay it for a little longer.
"Take off all their clothes and remember not to damage their bodies. Warriors of any country are worthy of respect."
Wu Zhidong punched to death the last warrior who swung a sword at him, and deeply paid the fifteen merchants the most respectful gift in the grassland.
No matter how many relatives and friends they had during their lifetime, no matter whether they were fat or thin, no matter what their official position was, they would all look ordinary after they turned into corpses.
Only Chiguo's body was left lying in the earthen fortress, and no one could recognize that they were warriors who had fought for the country.
The sound of horse hooves once again echoed in the silent water.
I don’t know how long it took, but the tall, thin man’s blown head was reassembled and became intact.
He didn't care about the biting cold wind and snowflakes, nor the dead comrades around him. He just stood quietly and looked at the top of the bunker.
Or maybe he was looking at the sky.
I don't know how long it took, but it took about two sticks of incense, and he finally returned to normal.
He spoke in a hoarse voice: "What was the name of the previous owner of this body? Yin Gouchen? This is really ugly. Let's call it Yin Revenge instead. Avenge him and avenge me."