At the west gate of Anyang City.
In late autumn, the weeds had withered and turned yellow, and the autumn wind was biting cold.
Ouyang Shuo stood at the top of the city wall, watching the enemy in the distance. His scarlet cloak was fluttering in the wind. The cloak was specially made for him by Qing 'er. Not only was it waterproof, it could also be used as a sleeping blanket.
He looked up and saw a huge flag fluttering in the wind. The huge "Lian" character on the flag was extremely eye-catching.
Lian Po?
Ouyang Shuo pondered with rapt attention. He never imagined that it would actually be another old friend. He and the Yan Huang Alliance really were arch-enemies. Wherever he went, he would bump into them.
This time, he had no way out.
"Marquis!"
Wang Feng walked over and bowed respectfully.
Ouyang Shuo nodded and didn't turn around as he said, "Tell the men that they must hold out for a day. Reinforcements will arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. "
"Yes, sir!"
Wang Feng nodded but did not leave.
"Hmm?"
Wang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Marquis, you are injured. Please return to the city lord's residence to command. Leave the city to this general, I will not let you down! "
Ouyang Shuo shook his head.
"Marquis!"
Wang Feng was a little anxious.
Ouyang Shuo waved his hand. "There's no need to say anymore!"
"Yes, sir!"
Helpless, Wang Feng could only retreat. His earlier advice had already exhausted all of his courage.
The danger of this battle was unknown, so Ouyang Shuo had to personally oversee it and boost morale.
This was a bloody battle.
Fine, I'll use it to test the Featherwood Guard's results. Bai Qi had once said that Xiang Yu's warriors of River East could fight ten men at once. Ouyang Shuo believed that his Featherwood Guard was certainly not weaker than the River East's fierce warriors.
"Guards!"
"Here!"
"Raise the lord's flag at the top of the city. This city belongs to our Shanhai City."
Ouyang Shuo's tone was unquestionable.
"Yes, sir!"
The guard's spirit was shaken, and he retreated.
In the Featherwood Guard, there were specialized flagbearers in charge of managing the suzerain flag.
When the suzerain's flag fluttered above the walls of Anyang, the Featherwood Guard no longer had a path of retreat. At this moment, the Three Thousand Featherwood Guard became unprecedentedly impassioned. In order to protect this flag, they would fight to the death.
A clap of thunder came from the distant sky.
"Look, my lord, a flag has been raised on top of the city walls of Anyang!"
Upon hearing this, Di Chen looked up. His eyes narrowed, and then he was overjoyed. "The Mountain Sea Flag! Enemies wouldn't bump into each other. Let's see where you can run to this time. "
"Everyone, attack Anyang City with all your might. The first person to reach the top of the city wall will be rewarded with 500 gold! "
"Yes, sir!"
The army's morale was greatly boosted by the generous reward.
The majestic army arrived at the moat of Anyang City in an instant.
Anyang City was located on the north bank of the river. The other three sides were diverted from the river, forming a natural moat.
If they wanted to take down Anyang City, they had to first break the moat.
Long before the army arrived, the drawbridge of the city gate had already been pulled up.
After Gaia released a system patch, players' storage bags could not be used in battle. Naturally, Dychen was unable to carry a large number of siege weapons.
Moreover, in Di Chen's eyes, Anyang City was just an empty city.
Thus, although the 30,000 strong army consisted mainly of infantry, they lacked sufficient siege weapons.
However, this was not a problem for Lian Po.
With an army of 30,000, they could take down Anyang City even with the simplest ladders.
The battle of Anyang had just begun, but it had already entered the most intense battle without any prelude.
Under Lian Po's command, tens of thousands of saber and shield soldiers raised their shields and dragged sandbags into the moat. The Featherwood Guard on top of the city wall immediately returned the favor with bows and arrows.
The Featherwood Guard was well-equipped, skilled in archery and horsemanship, and skilled in both infantry and cavalry.
Shanhai City's powerful bows brought death to the enemy with the sound of breaking air.
In the distance, Lian Po did not waver.
If there were mobile arrow towers, the army could counterattack. Unfortunately, they did not.
Before the moat was filled, they could only passively take a beating.
The sacrifices now were all temporary.
In less than half an hour, the moat was dyed red with blood.
Corpses floated on the surface of the river, flowing with the current toward the river.
At the start of the battle, Di Chen consciously handed over command to Lian Po.
He stood at the back of the army, deep in thought.
Di Chen was wondering if he should report the battle to Xiangyu. If he told Xiangyu and let him lead the army to attack, Anyang City would fall in an instant.
However, if he did that, his contribution would be greatly reduced.
Wait a little longer!
Di Chen was confident that with the thirty thousand soldiers in front of him, they could definitely break through Anyang City. At that time, he would be the first hero of this battle.
In front of Lian Po's steel-like will, the army was not afraid of sacrifice, and orderly filled the moat. Even the corpses were used as "materials."
Two hours later, a section of the moat was completely filled.
"Kill!"
Lian Po waved his sword, and the army that had long been ready carried ladders and surged toward the top of the city wall like a tide.
The fierce battle on top of the city wall had officially begun!
Anyang was just an empty city, and defensive resources were scarce. Even the most basic stones and rolling logs were pitifully scarce. Only resources like Fierce Fire Oil were not even worth thinking about.
The city defense equipment was also so simple that it made people feel helpless.
In less than half an hour, the army attacked the top of the city wall and engaged the Featherwood Guard in close combat.
At this time, there was only a bloody battle.
Ouyang Shuo shouted and swept the Demonic Spear forward. Three soldiers who had just climbed up the mountain were all swept down the city wall.
While still in midair, they spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Ouyang Shuo's sweep not only swept them down, but it also injured their internal organs.
"Good!"
Seeing the Marquis show his might, the Featherwood Guard's blood boiled.
The fierce battle on top of the city wall gradually entered a white-hot stage.
Lian Po had the advantage in military strength, and simply did not think of giving the defenders on top of the city wall a chance to breathe. Under his command, the army launched wave after wave of attacks on the city wall.
The Featherwood Guard stood on top of the city wall, but it was as if they were standing in the middle of the waves, facing wave after wave of attacks.
The huge waves could drown them at any time.
Facing the waves, they could only transform into stubborn stones, just like Ouyang Shuo at this moment.
He stood in a position and did not move. No matter how many enemies rushed to the top of the city wall, his Demonic Spear, whether sweeping, stabbing, or blocking, received them one by one.
The enemy's blood flowed everywhere.
The blood splattered everywhere, splashing onto Ouyang Shuo's armor, helmet, and face.
The scarlet cloak, against the backdrop of the blood, was even more bewitching.
Like a raging flame, like the morning glow.
The continuous battle was an enormous test of physical strength and willpower.
Ouyang Shuo was already numb. He stood where he was, his mind no longer thinking. The only thought was to sweep away the enemies before him and welcome the next wave.
Below the city wall, the fallen corpses had already piled up to the height of two people.
Not far away, the moat was densely packed with corpses floating on the river's surface. Not a single drop of water could be seen. At first glance, it was more like a mountain of corpses than a river.
As long as Ouyang Shuo did not fall, the Featherwood Guard would not fall.
The scarlet figure was tall and tenacious.
This figure was where the Featherwood Guard's soul resided.
"Ah!"
Ouyang Shuo was slightly careless, and his left arm was chopped off by a saber and shield soldier. He endured the sharp pain and stabbed with the Demonic Spear, directly piercing through the enemy.
"Marquis!"
The personal guards on both sides immediately surrounded him to share the pressure.
"I'm fine!"
Ouyang Shuo's expression did not change. He took out the Gold Sore Medicine from his storage pouch, skillfully sprinkled it on the wound, and then wrapped it with gauze, completing a simple bandage.
In his previous life, such a bandage was simply a common occurrence for him.
After the bandage was finished, Ouyang Shuo returned to the front line.
When Ouyang Shuo was injured, the entire front line stagnated.
The enemy took the opportunity to surge to the top of the city wall in a steady stream.
When Ouyang Shuo appeared again, the Featherwood Guard finally let go of their worries, but the murderous intent in their eyes became increasingly intense. Damn it, they actually injured the Marquis.
Every Featherwood Guard condensed a murderous aura.
Hundreds and thousands of murderous auras condensed together, causing the enemy to tremble in fear.
"Kill!"
Ouyang Shuo swept left and right, eliminating the enemy troops that had already rushed to the top of the city wall.
"Wang Feng!"
"Here!"
Wang Feng, covered in blood, hurried over. He had been staying near Ouyang Shuo.
"Lead a vanguard squadron and clear the trash on the city wall."
"Yes!"
The enemy troops that had just surged up had already caused an impact on the Featherwood Guard's defensive line. If they were not cleaned up, the entire line could collapse at any time.
Wang Feng also understood and led a squadron to clean up along the road.
He was not good at leading troops into battle, but when it came to killing the enemy, Wang Feng was simply a god of death.
This Featherwood General's eyes were blood-red, and his entire body was covered in blood. He was like a demon that had walked out of hell. The Featherwood Guard that followed behind him was the same.
The Featherwood Guard's valiance was displayed in front of the world for the first time.
After Wang Feng's cleaning up, the front line stabilized once more.
Ouyang Shuo nodded in satisfaction as he killed the enemy.
Outside the city, Lian Po's expression was grave and stern.
He felt that he had almost crushed the enemy troops just now.
He hadn't expected that the enemy would stabilize their footing again.
What a strong army!
Even so, Lian Po wasn't shaken in the slightest. Instead, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Since there was a first time, there would certainly be a second time.
His attack strategy was correct. The further back, the more the enemy troops would be unable to hold on. No matter where the danger appeared, it was enough to cause the entire line to collapse.
Regarding this, Lian Po was brimming with confidence.
What Lian Po could think of, Ouyang Shuo, as the person involved, naturally realized as well.
Although Ouyang Shuo couldn't be considered to have a military background, he had been at the side of a group of famous generals for a long time and was imperceptibly influenced by what he saw and heard.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have the confidence to personally command the Featherwood Guard and the Imperial Guard Division.
Ouyang Shuo immediately had the platoon led by Wang Feng not return to their original defensive area, but instead continue with the cleaning work. Wherever there was danger, they would provide assistance.
To put it bluntly, they were a firefighting team.
The fires of war were still burning, and they were burning more and more fiercely.
In the following battles, Ouyang Shuo suffered several more injuries. Each time, he would simply take care of it and then return to the battlefield once more to bravely kill the enemy.
After going through several heartache, the Featherwood Guard worshipped the Marquis even more.
Their Marquis was an undefeated god of war. No one could defeat him.
The enemy couldn't, and neither could their wounds.
Ouyang Shuo was leading the Featherwood Guard to condense a military soul.
An undefeated military soul! (To be continued.)
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