Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 25

Time, 2:30 noon, there are still 8 and a half hours before the system tasks are completely completed.

Huang Yizhi, a flexible and fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms, now feels that he can no longer be flexible.

Especially the heavy gasping with his mouth wide open made him understand that his current appearance must be very much like an old cow plowing the land.

Without him!In the modern world, he is just an ordinary data clerk in a certain company.

What he is good at is being familiar with the animation plots and characters of various island countries, and talking to people on the Internet; such a city defense battle where both sides fight to the death is too strange and difficult.

He would pay anything to get him out of this damn place immediately if he could.

Back in the modern world, back in his small and messy rental house, he could pick up his phone and watch the new show he was chasing.

It's not that he's so addicted to that thing, the main thing is the feeling of peace and serenity, and he didn't think there was any beauty at all before.

After just a few days of experience, I found that it is so beautiful and precious.

Of course, the idea of ​​going back early can only be a beautiful fantasy.

At present, the only way to go back smoothly seems to be to stay up for more than 8 hours, until 11 o'clock in the evening.

Just for this point, as the battle continued, Huang Yizhi gradually began to despair.

He threw a stone in his hand towards the bottom of the city wall, and knocked down two Tuyuhun people who were building a human ladder and were about to climb up.

It's too late to take a closer look, have these two guys been smashed to death?

Immediately, he was short, planning to pick up a new stone and continue smashing.

The main reason is that he was worried that if he moved a little slower, the enemy under the wall in front of him would take the opportunity to kill the wall, and the battle between the two sides would enter a hand-to-hand combat mode.

After all, Huang Yizhi could barely do such a condescending throwing thing.

But once the battle entered hand-to-hand combat, based on his understanding of his own combat power, he still had a certain amount of power, but he really couldn't beat the opponent.

However, when he was struggling to bend the waist pole that was about to be broken to move a stone, he found that it was empty.

During the gap between the last attack, some old soldiers threw away all the bricks, wood and stones brought up by demolishing houses.

"What the hell~" Huang Yizhi retreated wildly behind him while cursing such a sentence.

Why?Because of the opponent's posture of climbing the city wall crazily, and the slight delay just now, maybe the situation will get worse.

It was indeed the case, when Huang Yi raised his head in the gap between retreating, he could see a Tuyuhun man with a face full of ecstasy, who had already rolled in from the wall.

Driven by the survival instinct, Huang Yizhi touched something with his right hand, got up and greeted the person.

At this juncture, if you don't want to fight hand-to-hand, or don't know how to fight hand-to-hand, then you have to bite the bullet.

When he touched the object in his hand, he instinctively threw it out, and Huang Yizhi was pleasantly surprised, because what he touched was actually a horizontal knife.

As for the Tuyuhun man who had just rolled in, the soles of his feet slipped after jumping in, and he had no time to stand up; so there is a good opportunity and a door.

It's a pity that the Tuyuhun man's combat experience is much richer than Huang Yizhi's.

Seeing that he couldn't stand up in time to fight, he simply didn't stand up, lowered his head, bent over, and bumped head-on at Huang Yizhi with his head wearing a leather helmet.

In the next second, the horizontal knife in Huang Yizhi's hand struck the opponent's back, directly smashing his leather armor, leaving a long and deep wound inside.

It is a pity that this knife could not be completely put on the opponent.

Instead, under the threat of severe pain and death, the Tuyuhun man went crazy.

He bumped his head hard into Huang Yizhi's fat belly. Because he wasn't wearing any armor, even with a thick fat cushion, the fat man felt that his overnight meal was almost knocked out.

But he knew that now was not the time to cry out for suffering or pain.

The left hand pressed the back of the opponent's neck, and the horizontal knife held by the right hand, like a hardworking cook chopping meat, slashed wildly on the opponent's back.

One knife, two knife, three knife~

And after the Tuyuhun man bumped into him head-on, he didn't know if he lost his head, but he still didn't get up anyway.

After pressing his head against Huang Yizhi's stomach, he grabbed the skirt of his waist with his left hand, and beat the flexible fat man's waist and abdomen with his right fist, which was as big as a casserole.

Seven or eight seconds later, the Tuyuhun man whose back was hacked until it was so bloody that he couldn't see it, finally lay on the ground unconsciously.

It seemed that in this fight, Huang Yizhi, who had the last laugh, was not at all happy.

Joyful yarn, why is the grandson of the Tuyuhun man so strong, and why are his fists so heavy?After receiving dozens of punches in a row, he now feels that half of his bones are about to break.

Even the internal organs have to be turned upside down, and it is impossible to straighten the waist for a while.

The only thing that can be thankful is that Captain Wang, who was soaked in blood, had already killed him, and with the pumpkin hammer in both hands, he smashed the head of a protruding man to pieces.

It was considered to have blocked this gap, and failed to allow the opponent to take the opportunity to rush up many people at once.

"It's definitely not going to last until 11 o'clock in the evening. Escaping is a death, and surrendering is probably useless. It's over." This is the most real thought in Huang Yizhi's heart now.

At the thought of dying in such a ghostly place, this fat man's heart was filled with complex emotions including anger, fear, and sadness.

After being combined together, it finally turned into Huang Yizhi, who roared out with resentment:
"I'm fucking you with the surname Hu. You can't be a trainee commander, but you tell me what to do now? I don't want to die, I want to live..."

******
"How the hell do I know what to do? I also want to live! Which of you used to be my commander before, and now you ask me what to do. I know your grandma has a leg..."

After hearing such a sentence, Hu Biao, who was about to collapse under the tremendous pressure, roared wildly.

At this moment, he was about fifteen or six meters away from Huang Yizhi on the left, holding a machete he picked up in his hand, and was chopping continuously.

The target is the palms of those opponents who are trying to climb up the city wall.

Every time the knife is cut, half of the palm, or even a few fingers, are left on the blood-stained wall, which is indescribably bloody.

And under the severe pain of the ten fingers connected to the heart, those unlucky ones could no longer continue to climb, and fell down screaming.

It's a pity that they failed to kill them, because the corpses piled up layer by layer under the city gave them an excellent buffer, and they couldn't hurt people at all.

A series of curses full of resentment came from Hu Biao's mouth, and stopped in the middle of the curse.

Because at such a time, the scholar came over suddenly, staggering Hu Biao out of the distance, almost hitting his head on the wall.

Hu Biao, who was originally on fire, came back to his senses, and immediately wanted to lose his temper; because at such a time, he felt that he had nothing to fear.

What about old pawns?Lao Tzu was also about to die, even if he was not hacked to death by the Tubo people, he would be crushed to death by the armor on his body.

To be able to persist until now is the result of lying on the ground and resting after every battle.

As a result, the scolding came to his lips, and he forced himself to hold back.

Because he saw the scholar's neck, which was pierced by a sharp arrow that was shot up by a projectile; now he has fallen to the ground, dead with one hand covering his neck.

In addition, several arrows were planted on the ground beside Xiucai.

Obviously, if Xiucai hadn't kicked him at a critical moment, Hu Biao might be the one who fell to the ground now.

Even the bright light armor on his body can theoretically block such thrown arrows; but don't forget, this thing is not a 360-degree protection without dead ends.

Hu Biao's mood fluctuated to the extreme in the feeling of guilt or emotion that he couldn't tell whether it was guilt or emotion.

He roared out a sentence: "Fight to the death, kill these bastards, since they can't survive, they will drag a few backs when they die."

While speaking, the scimitar in his hand slashed down again, hitting a forehead that had just popped out.

After cutting through a leather helmet, a deep wound was left on the Tianling Cap.

At the same time, another batch of reinforcements rushed to the city wall, but these people were not even veterans in logistics, but civilians with sticks in their hands.

Among them are businessmen with potbellies, orchids in beautiful short skirts, and even underage children.

They are also very clear that once the Tubo people break through the city of Kucha, which is a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh, they will basically not be able to survive.

Just barely alive, maybe it's better to die.

In short, until now, the blood in Kucha City is almost drained...

(End of this chapter)