In the Han army camp, the camp belonging to the Death Camp is peaceful and quiet. That's right, anyone who sees the Death Camp performing madly on the battlefield and that looks like a mad figure, and then look at the current Death Camp camp and the atmosphere of the camp, will feel that they are blind.

This is not like a camp where soldiers are stationed. Even the soldiers of the suicide camp now in the open space in the camp are lazy. If they put down their weapons, they may be able to occupy their own place in an extremely quiet village.

"Swish swish swish swish." There was a harsh sound echoing in the camp, which was a sometimes sharp and sometimes low sound that could only be made by friction between the hard objects and another hard object.

The soldiers of the suicide camp in the camp had no resistance to this sound. Those who should drink and lie on the straw pile to sleep, and no one was affected by the sound. Anyway, they couldn't be shaken. Even if the head coach Lu Zhi came, they could not let them put down the "big thing" at hand, let alone just a little sound.

Li Qianjun was sharpening his knife. He was pressing his upper body, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his body. The wound he suffered last time was wrapped in a cloth belt, and only the marks of herbs were exposed. He pressed one hand on the front of the blade, and held the hilt with the other hand, constantly moving his long knife back and forth, allowing the blade to come into contact with the whetstone, rubbing again and again. He did very seriously, raised the knife from time to time, observed the blade carefully with the sun's light, and touched it with his fingers. Once he was dissatisfied, he continued the boring sharpening movement.

A trace of the lower line has appeared on the light green whetstone, which is left behind by the blade of the long knife constantly rubbing against the surface of the whetstone. At the same time, there is a red mark in this trace, but this is left by the long knife. When the blood drys up, it adheres to the long knife and is then polished, it will be stained on the whetstone.

After each battle, Li Qianjun will sharpen his knife, and this habit has penetrated into his bones. The knife cannot be sharpened. Just like a human, Li Qianjun will become unfamiliar with his hands if he doesn't practice the knife for a day, and the knife will become dull if he doesn't sharpen his knife for a day. These two are related to life.

After sharpening the knife again and again, Li Qianjun's heart was already in a calm state. Looking out from his eyes, you could clearly see the cold light reflected from the blade. His facial features gradually became clear from a vague shadow, and finally completely reflected on the blade.

If a knife kills people more, it becomes a murderous knife. If a knife kills people more, there will be no cracks appearing, and it will be called a treasure knife. He sharpens the long sword in the process of sharpening the knife again and again during the battles. At the same time, he is also the person himself.

All the thoughts in his heart were sharpened and disappeared during the sharpening process. Li Qianjun's entire body shone with an extremely sharp edge. Whenever other soldiers of the Death Camp saw him, they seemed to see a knife. He had a knife in his heart, so naturally, a knife was a knife. This is also the reason why Li Qianjun was able to survive many times but never died.

That is, he never treats himself as a human being, but a knife!

“Huhu…”

"Swish..."

Li Qianjun's breathing has entered a strange rhythm, and it is incomparable to the sounds made when sharpening the knife.

Not far from Li Qianjun's sharpening knife, Yunshui Kuanglan stood, constantly shaking his arms, and flewed his swords one by one from his hand, and shot straight towards the scarecrow in the distance at an extremely fast speed. "Aggressively", all of these flew knives were accurately shot on a wooden board on the scarecrow's chest, nailed straight to the head, and three points into the wood.

There is no need to doubt what kind of damage these flying knives will cause when they hit people. In the previous battle, Yunshui used his flying knives to kill many Yellow Turban soldiers, and also saved many soldiers from the Death Camp with the flying knives. But it was not enough, and he still felt that it was not enough, so he was still practicing every moment.

He must be able to move his hands and eyes as he moves with his heart. In this way, he can understand the trend of the entire battlefield and pay attention to everyone around him. Every time he kills a single Yellow Turban soldier, he can reduce the pressure on his own soldier. A small flying knife at critical moments can also save a life.

Perhaps his flying knife was incredible to others, but it was never enough in his own eyes. What Yunshui Kuanglan could not let go was the throbbing of him being firmly protected by other soldiers. They all said that because they could save their lives, they would protect him. But what they lost was life!

He can save people, but the speed of saving people is far from the speed of dead people. This is something that Yunshui Kuanglan cannot accept. If, if it can be faster!

A flying knife was shot out by him at a faster speed, hitting the center of the board, and penetrated the board again, leaving a small hole.

He touched his hand towards the belt around his waist, and the buckle was empty inside, and all the flying knife had been shot out by him. Yunshui Kuanglan turned his head to look at Li Qianjun who had been sharpening the knife but had not stopped yet, and raised his feet and walked towards him.

He stood beside Li Qianjun and spoke, "This won't work."

"We will definitely take the lead in the siege tonight. Even if there are soldiers in the camp, they will definitely fight hard. The previous battle against the cavalry had more than half of the casualties, but for us it was already a victory. Even if it was a miserable victory, it was a victory."

Yunshui Kuanglan took a deep breath. He had seen the city wall of Guangzong City. If they dared to confront any strong army in the world in the infantry war, then siege the city is the weakness of the death camp, because what stands in front of them and the enemy is a city wall. There are also arrow rain, rolling wood, falling rocks, rolling oil and other powerful weapons to defend the city.

This is not a sword-to-kill battle. In such a battle, the most difficult thing is to be surrounded and killed, but at least, it can cause damage to the place where it can be reached! Different sieges, you may not even be able to touch the corner of the other party's clothes, and you cannot even see the other party's face, and you will die! The cruelty of the siege, Yunshui Kuanglan has seen it once. If it weren't just a test, I'm afraid that five or six thousand soldiers would die, and even the top of the city could not reach.

How many soldiers from the three thousand death camps can be left in such a siege?

"But can the siege win?"

Li Qianjun stopped sharpening his knife. He raised his head and looked at the camp flag standing in front of him. The camp flag was swaying in the wind, adding another gap to it, which was left in the previous battle with the Yellow Turban Cavalry. Not only was it added, but it was also a lot of filth, including the blood of the soldiers of the camp and the blood of the enemy.

"Are you scared?" Li Qianjun said lightly.

"Yes, I'm scared. I'm afraid we'll all die!" Yunshui Kuanglan admitted his fear without hesitation.

"Die? Do you know that for us, there are only two results in each battle: victory, or death. After so long, have you not realized it? Even if you are all dead, it is defeat. For the death camp, defeat is more terrible than death, and you would rather die."

"And look at them, who is not afraid of death? But as long as they die is valuable, then death is nothing, because what can be taken out can probably only fight for life! Fight with your life, gain money, gain military merits, and gain what they need in a normal environment, for more than ten years, or even for a lifetime, nothing more than what they have obtained."

Li Qianjun turned around and looked directly at Yunshui Kuanglan's eyes. The scrutiny eyes made Yunshui Kuanglan's heart tighten. Because Li Qianjun was right.

"When entering here, when you hold this kind of mind, you will be aware of death." Li Qianjun had long seen through everything and used his unique indifference.

He could even detect Lu Zhi's small move last time, but this was their fate as soldiers. As long as the pension could be distributed as mentioned at the beginning, without a trace of deduction, then Li Qianjun would not have any complaints. But as long as he was a little sorry for the soldiers who died in the battle, Li Qianjun would use his own way to claim repayment from the person who owed the debt.

"Stay good rest. Don't let your emotions affect you. There is still a big battle at night. If you really want them to survive, then you have to exert stronger strength."

"Don't worry." Li Qianjun lowered his head and sharpened his knife again, his face did not change at all. Even though he knew that there was a hard battle at night, he did not feel worried or fearful. "I will still be the one in the lead. Even if I die, I will probably die first. Hahaha."

Li Qianjun said a very cold joke, which did not make people feel urged to laugh, and the cooling was cold to the bone.

In the entire Han army camp, as usual, the soldiers should train and patrol. For night, the army was just to harass Guangzong City tonight. Only those leading generals, middle and senior officers, and directly elite troops knew the order to attack the city at the third update tonight.

Ordinary soldiers will not be notified until nightfall. This was decided temporarily after the fires burned everywhere in the camp last night, in order to avoid ordinary soldiers being arrested and interrogated, so as to provide the specific time for the siege.

In Guangzong City, the garrison generals on the city wall have been replaced by another person. As for Zhao Hong, now he walked out of the place where Zhang Jiao lived, with an excited and eager look on his face. He held the token of the dispatch of troops in his hand, hurriedly sat on the war horse and galloped towards the place where the garrison in Guangzong City.

What he thought before on the city wall was that he could not keep being so passive, and Ren Han Army led his nose. Otherwise, he would continue to fall into the quagmire until he was deeply trapped. By that time, it would be too late. They had to catch the Han Army off guard, at least they could not express it without a single expression. As for the time to send troops, it was during the day!

This has been discussed by everyone, not at night, but during the day! Although the night seems to provide additional cover and allow soldiers to hide in it, it is useless to the Han army, because in the dark, their corresponding defense will also be raised to a point where you will return without success. Even if you attack, you may be ambushed by it and catch you off guard.

This is what Zhao Hong saw in many battles with Guangzong's Han army, and each time it was a bloody lesson. It also made him always guess the worst when facing the Han army and be more cautious.

The daytime is different. It is precisely because of the daytime that no one would think that they would choose to leave the city at this time. They were not trying to raid the Han army, but because they should fight this game, they needed a victory to boost the gradually sluggish morale. At the same time, the blockade formed by the Han army outside the city can be destroyed as much as they can, at least the Han army cannot do anything arbitrary!

Half an hour later, the army had already assembled at the northern gate of Guangzong. Except for one thousand cavalry, the other nine thousand soldiers were all infantry. Because the Han army blocked outside the city and there were trenches, the cavalry did not have much effect, otherwise the number of cavalry would increase.

Riding on the horse, Zhao Hong looked at the soldiers in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I know that the Yellow Turban Army has been defeated too many times in the past few days! There are too many brothers who died at the hands of the Han army, and you even doubt Huang Tian, ​​wondering if that day will come!"

"But all of this is a test, it is the test of Huang Tian, ​​the great masters of great sages, for us! You will always know that the blood of those dead brothers will not flow in vain, and the blood they shed will become a bright color in Huang Tian!"

"Now! Take up the weapons in your hands!" Zhao Hong raised his hand, pointed the tip of the spear at the sky, and a scarlet tassel feather fluttered in the wind.

"Don't shout, please put all your strength into your arms! Use the weapons in your hands to vent your long-lasting anger, launch an attack on the Han soldiers under the rotten sky, and let them decay with them! Until it becomes the meat paste under our feet and the nutrient for Huang Tian's rise!"

The arms were raised, and the crisp sounds of the muscles and meridians were shaking one after another. The light reflected by the sunlight by various weapons was even more dazzling. The coldness completely covered the warmth that should have in the sunlight.

They did not make any sound. Many soldiers who wanted to shout just opened their mouths, but no sound leaked out of it. The flames pounding in their eyes were extremely hot, as if they could burn at any time! This temperature was enough to make them die with the enemy when they burned!

Because this is fanaticism! Fanaticism about faith! Use your own blood and the blood of your enemies to prove...loyalty!
Chapter completed!