.Update in advance, at least two chapters today, I will go to military training, and I will chat later!

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At dusk on November 22, 998, the setting sun was as bloody as the sun.

Jiang Zhuying, the chief of the First Regiment of the Third Brigade of the Second Cavalry Division of the Han Empire's Sky-Breaking Legion, was covered in blood, and the cold front iron halberd in his hands was stained with blood. He watched the Western coalition retreat under the city wall, and felt tired, and he felt his fingers sore that he could not bear the weight of the halberd body. The iron halberd in his hand fell to the ground...

Due to the cavalry yesterday, the cavalry was completely lost, and today Jiang Zhuying could only bring the remaining 100 people from his cavalry regiment to fight with the enemy who rushed to the city in an infantry battle.

During the fight, rumors continued to spread in the army, saying that the Guan Army had been assassinated and the city was in danger. Jiang Zhuying also killed two soldiers who were passing the message, but the rumors became more and more intense. Although Chen Jie's deputy army later came forward and said that the Guan Army was assassinated but not dead, the empire would send reinforcements to come in the near future...

But the morale of the army was no longer stable. If it weren't for the intermediate officers such as Jiang Zhuying and others who fought to the death and the three armies served, the city would have been destroyed long ago.

Until now, the coalition forces retreated, and the Han army could no longer hold on to the city wall and suddenly fell.

"Captain Jiang, the Chen army has an order to order your troops to hold on for another hour and then change their defenses." A staff officer next to Chen Jie ran up to the city wall and said.

"We have been fighting for half a day, why haven't we sent anyone to support me?" Jiang Zhuying stood up and shouted, her beautiful face full of anger.

"Chen... Chen's army said that many of the troops suffered losses, and there was really no one..." The staff officer also felt heartbroken when he looked at the bloody warrior in front of him.

"Captain Jiang, have any questions to me!" Chen Jie, who had been supervising the battle in the city, came to the city wall where Jiang Zhuying was responsible for defending.

Tanzhin Semitsu followed him. The Chief of Staff, who was very proactive in his appearance, was now covered in dust, with only a pair of eyes that were shining brightly.

"Chen's army is not our greed for life and fear of death and resisting military orders. It is because the brothers have fought for half a day and are exhausted..." Jiang Zhuying looked sad.

"Oh, if Longcheng is lost, who else can survive? Death in battle may not be a good result for us!" Chen Jie looked at the famous general in the legion in front of him, and saw that his face was full of sadness.

He sighed in his heart and realized that the person in front of him was actually just a young man. Although he was already a leader, he was only nineteen years old after all, but he had to bear the responsibility of gains and losses in a city.

But how could these words be said in front of the soldiers? He suddenly said seriously: "I will fight hard with you and others. If you die, you will have no regrets!"

"That's right, Zhuying dares not obey? The legion invites us back. It's not too late to come again when we sacrifice our lives for the country." After saying that, he picked up a pair of iron halberds on the ground again, turned around and stood by the wall. His pretty face was full of death aspirations, and the blood-colored belt became brighter in the setting sun.

Chen Jie nodded heavily and walked down the city wall.

Behind him, Tan Zhongshiguang glanced at Jiang Zhuying who was as tall as a gun. He wanted to say something, but hesitated for a while, without saying anything, sighed and turned around and left...

Longcheng was silent under the night. Apart from the ignition lights on the top of the city, the streets in the city were already empty. Behind the closed doors, there were frightened faces. These merchants and farmers who had been reclaimed land in Longcheng for several generations have now become "prisoners" in this isolated island.

It’s not that they don’t want to leave, but that the Western coalition outside the city doesn’t let go of one person and one horse at all. In their opinion, the residents here are fat sheep, silk, porcelain, glass, and every specialty of the Han Empire can be worth a thousand gold if they get to the West.

As for these Han people, these unrepentant pagans naturally wanted to send them to the holy church and their own land to act as the most humble slaves, and only blood and sweat could allow them to escape from the hell of desolation.

But at this moment, the real "prisoners" in Longcheng Military Prison were extremely energetic. Although the release of the news was cancelled, during the day, a rumor had spread through the secret channels between them:

Prisoner A said to Prisoner B: "Do you know why the air release was cancelled?"

"Isn't it just that the war is tight, and the army is stabbed?" Prisoner B said disdainfully. Most of the prisoners here were imperialists and some have some military literacy, and they are particularly sensitive to this.

"Tsk, how many years ago did you have the old emperor experience? Let me tell you, the war is tight, and the military is stabbed. Now the main problem is that the generals above no longer care about us. You have heard of the fire last night..." Prisoner Jia said angrily.

"I heard that, what? What's the relationship with this?" Prisoner B actually didn't know, but replied in order not to save face.

"Now the spies have been mixed in the city and can't be defended anymore. That fire was released by the spies who marveled into the city. Longcheng probably can't be defended anymore. These Western barbarians are not things and want to burn us to death." Prisoner A said indignantly,

"Hmph, as soon as the Western barbarians entered the city, I think we were better off than death. They specialized in the pleasure of ** us Han people..." Prisoner Yi said angrily, and said that he would never be a prisoner of Western barbarians.

"But we are dead." Prisoner A lamented that these military prisoners had no other skills, and their ability to observe words and act was first-class...

"***, I was not sentenced to death, so I will never die here!" Prisoner C was furious.

"Don't tell others, brother, I'm just telling you because I have a solid relationship with you..." Prisoner A completed the task and hid in the corner.
Chapter completed!