Call of the Other World: Rebuilding the Glory of Zhenbei

Chapter 25: Lin's Strategy, Soldier's Glory
In Tianlang Pass, feathered dispatches were sent back and forth.

Officers at all levels were running back and forth.

Smoke rose everywhere and fighting continued.

The soldiers were fighting bloody battles with the Yellow Turban bandits on the city wall. The blood was so accumulated on the handles of their swords that they were slippery and impossible to hold!

The situation at the west gate city wall was the most severe. The defending general Guo Ju had all his weapons broken and was covered in blood.

Qin Hu rushed up to the city wall three times, but was driven away by Guo Ju each time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Guo Ju hurried into the mansion to ask for help.

But at this time, the real commander of Tianlang Pass, Guo Linzhi, was still in the general's mansion, drinking tea and playing chess with a man in a white robe, and he was not in a hurry.

"General, it's already this late, stop playing around."

"The Yellow Turban Army surrounded the city on three sides. If you didn't show up, our army would be in a panic."

"Even the Yellow Turban generals Qin Hu and Qin Jian have already climbed onto the top of the wall, and a hundred of my personal guards are desperately resisting."

Anxious Guo Ju hurried over from outside the mansion.

He was covered in the blood of the enemy.

Guo Linzhi looked at Guo Ju and brought him some tea.

"What is the situation in Guanzhong?"

Guo Ju drank the tea in one gulp.

"Qin Hao is a very difficult thief to deal with. He is full of tricks and schemes. There are many ranger archers among the Yellow Turban thieves this time. They are different from the Yellow Turban thieves we have encountered before. They even have a lot of siege weapons."

"If this continues, Tianlang Pass will be lost sooner or later."

Before he finished speaking, scouts rushed in from outside the mansion.

"General, something terrible has happened. Qin Hu and Qin Jian are two powerful thieves. We brothers can no longer stop them."

"The Yellow Turban bandits outside the pass hid behind the battering rams and continued to attack the gate."

"The north gate is already cracked, and most of our soldiers are new recruits. If we come into direct contact, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it."

Seeing that everyone looked frightened, Guo Linzhi continued to place his pieces on the chessboard.

"It's been the eighth day of defending the city. How come we can't hold on today? How can we deal with the Yellow Turban army's day and night siege in the future?"

"The more it is at this time, the more you can't be impatient."

"If even I, the commander-in-chief, am anxious, then the soldiers will be even more afraid."

"But the time is almost right, and the Yellow Turban Army is already weak. I will go out and take a look."

"Chang'an, let's go and take a look at these Yellow Turban bandits."

The mysterious young man standing behind Tianlang Pass commander Guo Linzhi also walked out.

outside the city.

At the place close to the embankment, the Yellow Turban Army archers attacked continuously and arrows rained down.

The defenders on the city wall were suppressed by the bows and arrows and dared not raise their heads. Anyone who showed their heads was shot to death by crossbow arrows.

Many crossbow arrows flew over the city walls and smashed into the city.

Guo Linzhi and his companions passed by along the way, and the ground was already covered with feather arrows. He walked through a mansion in the city and asked someone to push out the giant cart that had been prepared long ago.

"Fortunately, I intercepted a lot of wood a few days ago, secretly had people assemble it, and also prepared all the stones."

"With this Thunderbolt Chariot, we can break through the enemy's defenses. There is no need to worry."

Although the Thunderbolt Chariot improved by Guo Linzhi was far superior to the ordinary catapult, it was still subject to the shackles of the ordinary catapult. It was like a large balance with a bucket filled with large and small stones hanging on one end, and many ropes hanging on the other end.

During combat, the soldiers pulled one end of the rope with all their strength, and the other end with the stone would quickly rise up, so that the stone would be thrown out to hit the enemy, but each launch took some time.

But it’s just right to use it now!

In addition, if the Yellow Turban bandits approach with their ladders, burn them with fierce oil fire!"

"As for the city wall, I will assign you another 1,000 soldiers to guard it. Chang'an, you can come with us and bring back the heads of those two men."

Guo Ju and others were overjoyed when they heard the news.

"Since you are fully prepared, why didn't you say so earlier, General?"

"Hurry, hurry, counterattack the enemy now!"

At this moment, Qin Hu was like a lion, opening his bloody mouth and continuously killing the soldiers guarding Tianlang Pass in front of him.

The strong body bursts out with infinite power.

"Brothers, kill them all, kill all the thieves in Zhenbei!"

Qin Hu roared in anger, swung his sword, jumped over the guards beside him, and cut an enemy soldier who had just jumped down from the arrow hole into two pieces with one sword. Blood flowed down the blade, and a bowl-sized head fell from the neck and rolled along the corner of the wall. The pair of eyes that would never close were full of unyielding spirit.

"You yellow turban bastard, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Seeing their comrades dying tragically under Qin Hu's sword, several soldiers from Tianlang Pass howled like wolves, put the steel knives in their mouths into their bites, bit them, freed their hands, and leaped down from the arrowhead, rolled on the ground, stood up quickly, and pounced on Qin Hu with both hands holding the hilt of the knife.

As the saying goes: When enemies meet, they are always jealous of each other.

Just now, the soldiers of both sides were fighting to the death across the city wall. Needless to say, it was even more so now. Their enemies were standing just a few meters away, as if they could reach them with just a stretch of their hands. The hatred, anger and unwillingness in their hearts could no longer be suppressed, and hundreds or even thousands of soldiers collided with each other fiercely like two torrents.

Swords and spears were raised everywhere, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A soldier guarding Tianlang Pass had just jumped down from the arrow stampede when another Yellow Turban soldier pounced on him and pierced his abdomen with a spear. There was a "swish" sound and blood splattered. The soldier guarding Tianlang Pass had been shot in the abdomen long ago. The wound was about one foot long, and the red and green, still wriggling intestines squeezed out through the gap.

The soldier guarding Tianlang Pass let out a strange cry, and stared straight at the Yellow Turban soldier with eyes as sharp as lightning.

The intense pain from the wound made his face look particularly hideous. Sweat poured out like heavy rain, mixing with the remaining red blood, and soon soaked his clothes and armor. His whole body was wet, as if he was a ferocious beast that had just crawled out of blood.

Suddenly, the soldier guarding Tianlang Pass gritted his teeth, squatted down, and swung his sword, cutting off the soldier's legs. However, being able to do this was already the soldier's limit.

Even if this soldier was not an ordinary soldier, but one of Guo Ju's personal guards, with his injuries, even with their amazing perseverance, they would only be able to swing the last blow.

Although the soldier's last blow before death did not kill his enemy, it was actually no different from killing him.

The Yellow Turban bandit was scared before he died. He finally witnessed the bravery of the defenders of Tianlang Pass. He couldn't understand why a person could have such a strong belief to exchange his life for others'. If he was given another chance, he would never set foot on the Youzhou Road.

Unfortunately, he never had another chance.

With injuries like this, there is no chance of survival on the battlefield.

Even if no one took care of him, with his injuries, he would probably die from excessive blood loss in a short time.

After all, in such a chaotic environment, who has the time to help him treat his injuries?

(End of this chapter)