"What the f * ck have I done?"
After the attack was launched, Zhou Qingfeng encountered a problem. He was alone and could only guard one point. Unfortunately, his subordinates were all weaklings with unstable morale. After Jia Gang went to command his undead army, the defense line of the entire fortress was under the command of Zhou Qingfeng alone.
It was a disaster.
Zhou Qingfeng had built his stronghold in the shape of a triangle to reduce the number of areas that could be attacked. He built arrow towers at three corners. The front of the arrow towers was strengthened with thick wood, and the side holes were specially used to shoot enemies who tried to climb over the wooden wall of the fortress. This kind of side fire output could play a very good killing effect, especially when the enemy was busy climbing the wall.
When Zhou Qingfeng ordered to throw torches outside the wooden wall of the fortress, he had already climbed up the arrow tower in the middle of the fortress. The light from the torches illuminated the fierce soldiers from Jianzhou who were climbing over the wall and also gave a good target indication. He immediately led the archers in the fortress to throw a rain of arrows outside, especially his pulley bow. The arrows were fast and the arrowheads were heavy. As long as they were hit, they would be seriously injured if not killed.
There were eight arrows in a quiver. After Zhou Qingfeng finished shooting a quiver, six people fell below the arrow tower. One of them even had his head blown off, and his head looked like it was skewered. The dozen or so archers he brought with him also performed well. After two or three rounds of shooting, the attacking elite soldiers from Jianzhou fell. However, this did not stop the enemy's attack.
"Barbarians, barbarians. Now I know what a barbarian is." Zhou Qingfeng finished shooting a quiver of arrows and went to grab another. The Jianzhou archers outside the arrow tower were not afraid in the face of the tragic shooting. They straightened their bodies and blocked the shooting hole of the arrow tower from behind. After an archer beside him shot an arrow, the other archers actually cowered and retreated. They stuck their heads out and did not dare to stick their heads out.
"F * ck them. What are you guys afraid of? Form a military formation with me. "Zhou Qingfeng scolded the archers he brought with him. As long as they formed a military formation, courage would be able to provide defense for the military formation.
But these archers only stared at Zhou Qingfeng in horror, and did not have the slightest intention of accepting the military formation. Zhou Qingfeng had only trained a group of slaves as spearmen, but there was no way to train archers. Archer training took several years, and these were all soldiers left behind by Chu Ying. Chu Ying had enough mental power to invade someone's head, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't have that ability.
"How did I end up commanding a bunch of pigs like you?" Zhou Qingfeng cursed angrily.
Something even worse happened. Several arrows were shot in from outside the watchtower, and these arrowheads were wrapped in burning cloth. Zhou Qingfeng's Stronghold was made of wood, so he was most afraid of fire. He knew this huge shortcoming from the beginning, but there were no other cheap building materials in the deep mountains and forests except for wood.
"Put out the fire!" Zhou Qingfeng shouted again. But none of the archers stepped forward. Instead, they pushed and shoved each other as they escaped from the watchtower. No one cared about getting promoted and getting rich. Saving their lives was the most important thing now.
"What the f * ck did I do to deserve this? How could I bring such a bunch of good-for-nothings. " Zhou Qingfeng glanced out from the perforations of the watchtower and discovered that the wooden walls of the fortress that he had spent so much effort to build had been breached. The elite soldiers of the enemy occupied several areas behind the wooden walls, driving away their own slaves and soldiers. They were gradually gaining a foothold.
Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to shout into the night. "Jia Gang, where the hell did you go? Where's the zombie army? I can't hold on here anymore. These Kennu elite soldiers are too hard to fight. "
Unable to wait for the zombies under Jia Gang's command, Zhou Qingfeng waited for another group of Jianzhou soldiers to quickly advance in the night with torches in their hands. This was probably Mangurtai's reinforcements after he saw the fire from the abstinence festival and realized that the fortress was about to change hands. Looking at the enemies charging towards him with torches in the open, Zhou Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively thought of running away.
No … There were too few torches.
Mangurtai's men were gathered in the forest to the west, but there were only about 50 people lighting torches in front of him. How could such a small number of people be considered reinforcements? If he really wanted to occupy this stronghold in one go, he should have come here personally. This was Zhou Qingfeng's intention of using himself as bait. Mangurtai would appear and Chu Ying would launch a sneak attack.
But it seemed that Mangurtai did not fall for it.
Zhou Qingfeng then looked at the city of Herkulen across the river. The lightning on top of the city wall became denser and more explosive. When the center of the lightning attack shifted slightly towards Zhou Qingfeng's fortress, Chu Ying moved. This guy should be hiding nearby with his men who had been strengthened by the blood sacrifice. Maybe it was because of this that Mangurtai hesitated and worried that he would be ambushed again.
What should I do now?
Zhou Qingfeng's brain worked quickly. He was shocked to find that he had become the focus of the battlefield this time. If Mangurtai's division could occupy his fortress, he would be able to drive a wedge in Herkulen. No matter how bad a fortress was, it was still stronger than a campsite in the wild. He could station his troops and repair them.
And if Zhou Qingfeng took out Mangurtai's division, then Jianzhou would not be able to stop Chu Ying from expanding step by step. After all, destruction was much easier than construction. As long as Chu Ying completed multiple blood sacrifices and led a large number of strengthened subordinates and soldiers to attack Jianzhou's territory, Nurhachi would not be able to sleep.
"Now that the bosses on both sides are confronting each other, I can only defend with my life." Zhou Qingfeng sighed and took out the Heroic Spirit statue that he had just merged with. The black warrior that the statue had turned into accepted his order and went to drive away a group of Jianzhou's soldiers who had already rushed into the fortress. As for himself ….
Zhou Qingfeng had also set up a group of slave spears outside the fortress. This was specially prepared in case his plan failed and he escaped. Now, he could only use it to fight for his life. He threw a Flame Talisman at the Jianzhou archers who were still shooting arrows outside the archery tower. Using the chaos caused by the fire, he jumped down from the archery tower on the puppet goat.
As soon as the goat's hooves touched the ground, the Jianzhou soldiers immediately recognized this special guy. Before the attack, Mangurtai had ordered that the guy who was running around on a goat on the battlefield was the enemy's leader. They could exchange him for a 'future' by killing him.
They were all soldiers, but Zhou Qingfeng's subordinates were all people who sailed with the wind. They would run away when they encountered a tough battle. The Jianzhou troops were clearly more organized. When they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they charged at him while yelling and cursing him nonstop. They wanted to carve out a bright future with a single slash of their swords.
"Motherf * cker, do you think I'm made of mud?" Zhou Qingfeng rode on the puppet goat and dashed left and right outside the fortress's wooden wall. His movements were fast and strange. He twisted left and right as he moved forward. Every turn was accompanied by the waving of the military knife in his hand. Blood blossomed under the edge of the blade, leaving a dazzling spot in the eyes of the survivors.
This unintentional move attracted more elite soldiers from the Jian Province who wanted to climb over the wall and enter the fortress. They all knew that the head in front of them was worth a 'future', and breaking through that small stockade village was only worth half a 'future' at most. At once, dozens of Ulala's men turned around and chased after Zhou Qingfeng. Everyone felt that this guy must be running away because he could not win.
However, compared to Zhou Qingfeng who was riding on the puppet goat, these Jianzhou elite soldiers who were walking were too slow. They chased for 20 to 30 meters before they realized that they had lost their target in the dark. At most, they could only chase in the direction where the sound of the goat's hooves disappeared for a few steps before they could no longer see anything.
These Jianzhou soldiers had to create the conditions even if they did not have the conditions. They quickly got torches to illuminate their surroundings and spread out to search for the footprints left by Zhou Qingfeng when he escaped. As they got closer and closer to their target, a group of spearmen appeared in the dark with neat steps.
"It's this guy riding the goat."
"He doesn't have many people. Let's surround him from the left and right."
"Shoot! Kill these live targets within 10 steps."
Manchu's arrogant shouts rang out around the formation of spears, but the slave soldiers who formed the formation were happy and fearless. Their courage was condensed into a green shield by Zhou Qingfeng, giving them the right to move freely on the battlefield.
"Left team, go forward and stab." Zhou Qingfeng charged back with 30 slave soldiers. He tried his best to control the formation of 10 people at a time to ensure that his spiritual power would not be depleted quickly. He relied on the remaining 10 talismans in his hands to support the direction that he could not care about.
The powerful and exhausting Spear of Courage did not appear, but it was just a straight line of green spears that could not be easily blocked. On the left, several Jianzhou soldiers with strong bows shot arrows at the formation. This was a tactic they had always been good at, and it was specially used to deal with unarmored or armored infantry formations. However, this time, they encountered an unsolvable situation.
The whizzing arrows were blocked by the green light emitted by the formation, but the speed of the formation suddenly became as fast as a galloping horse when the two sides got close. Ten spears rushed up in unison. The Jianzhou soldiers who were far away could still retreat, but those who were closer were hit head-on by the spear that suddenly accelerated. Amidst the splashing sound of blood, their powerless and incomplete corpses fell from the tip of the spear.
On the other side of Zhou Qingfeng, the 10 slave soldiers who could not enter the formation were in a much more dangerous situation. Their momentum could not be linked by Zhou Qingfeng, so they could only use spears to stab the enemy. Suddenly, the Jianzhou soldier on the opposite side threw a one-handed axe, and one of the slave soldiers on their side was hit in the head. He held the spear and fell backward.
"Hold on." Zhou Qingfeng could only turn the slave soldiers on the right into a formation to maintain their courage and morale. Otherwise, once their spirit collapsed, it would be difficult to form the formation again.
The reorganized formation of spears launched another attack, but the talismans that were constantly thrown out were about to run out. The arrows in Zhou Qingfeng's quiver were also being consumed quickly, and even his spiritual power was slowly approaching exhaustion.
At this moment, both the offensive and defensive sides were holding on, gritting their teeth.
In a difficult situation, Zhou Qingfeng fought until his clothes were drenched in sweat, and his hair was messy. His face flashed with anger and determination from time to time. The Jianzhou soldiers on the opposite side shouted wildly, like bloodthirsty jackals. From time to time, they would rush up to bite off a few pieces of flesh, but they did not gain an advantage.
The Jianzhou soldiers had a large number of soldiers, and they tried to surround Zhou Qingfeng. Therefore, Zhou Qingfeng surrounded himself with a three-sided formation. The enemy had been on the battlefield for a long time and was indifferent to life and death. They were willing to fight with their lives for a "future" and did not retreat. Zhou Qingfeng also would not give up in order to survive. Although his slave soldiers were not reduced, the enemy corpses that fell in front of the spear formation were increasing.
In the end, there were only a dozen exhausted and bloody slave soldiers left by Zhou Qingfeng's side. His spiritual power was depleted, and his spiritual power was also exhausted. The Saber of Light in his hand had returned to a magic wand. He could only grab a fallen spear and personally lead the charge.
There were still more than 20 Jianzhou soldiers besieging him. They were also in a killing frenzy. Even if their sabers and spears were broken, and corpses were everywhere, they still fought without stopping. They swore to kill Zhou Qingfeng. Both sides felt that as long as they put in a little more effort, the battle would be decided.
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