Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 26 What to keep?
Hu Biao remembered seeing such a data on the Internet.

It is said that according to expert statistics, in the feudal period, the army suffered more than 10% casualties in a battle, and it collapsed because of the serious drop in morale.

More than 30% casualties without collapse, it is definitely an elite force.

The situation in the modern army is slightly better because they are all professional soldiers.

As a rookie on the battlefield, Hu Biao doesn't know whether the above statement is true; but he has one thing for sure:
Such a situation is definitely not applicable to the battlefield of Qiucha City...

In the setting sun, Hu Biao seemed to have no bones in his body. He leaned against a wall with his back, and sat there with a weak face, not even wanting to move a finger.

Thank you for this piece of Guo Xin, who is a person who was born in the Great Tang Dynasty, so he is qualified and has the capital to own it.

There is also the excellent protection ability of the bright light armor carefully crafted by the skilled craftsmen of Datang.

Up to now, after fighting for almost a whole day, and repelling an unknown number of opponents' attacks, Hu Biao was shot with many arrows and slashed with knives.

Except for the dull pain where the knife was hit, and whether there were accidents such as bone fractures, there were no other serious injuries.

But until now, the physical exertion still made him feel too tired.

He has never been so tired since he was a child.

Even Hu Biao himself was surprised, where did he get his physical strength to survive until now while wearing such heavy armor.

Fortunately, it is finally possible to breathe a sigh of relief now. About 5 minutes ago, another offensive composed of Tuyuhun and Turks was defeated.

Taking a look at the situation on the battlefield, Hu Biao, a rookie, felt that they would have at least an hour of rest in the future.

Unfortunately, this is not good news.

Why?Although they repelled their opponents for several battles, but the number of opponents is too large, they can completely use the method of wheel battles.

So, after a day of intense fighting.

The moat under the city wall had been filled long ago, and the corpses of Tuyuhun, Sogdians, and Turkic people were even piled up one or two meters high.

During the last siege, those people even stepped on the corpse and jumped, and they could grab the wall of the city wall with both hands.

After a day of exhaustion, the defenders were almost exhausted of their physical strength, arrows, wood, rolling stones, and even gold juice.

Basically all the people who can support the city wall have come up now.

Originally, Hu Biao was thinking that if the city wall fell, everyone could take advantage of the terrain in the city to have a more tragic street battle.

Before dying in battle, inflict greater casualties on these Tibetans and their lackeys.

Now he knew that it was impossible. Those who could fight had almost survived on the city wall, so there was no one left to fight street fights.

It can be said that these cannon fodder have exhausted the defense capability of Qiucha City to a very serious level with their own lives.

Next, the Tibetans who have been recharging their energy all the time, they only need to launch an attack.

It should be relatively easy to break through the city with a single bang.

The fact is also the same, now as long as you stand on the top of the city, you can see that there is already a lot of smoke in the camp of the Tubo people five or six miles away.

One can tell at a glance that this is the rhythm of making a meal and launching an attack after eating.

What's more terrible is that not too far outside the city, the long spears in the hands of some Tibetan cavalrymen appeared with the tails of some animals raised high.

Seeing this, the scar-faced team, who became more and more terrifying, was holding Tie Zhu, and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He cursed bitterly: "When the fight starts, those Tibetans are going to go crazy."

"Open your head, why?" the greasy man Xu Feng asked.

Cyclops took up the question: "Those Tubo people are poking the tails of foxes with spears in their hands. If there are people who are afraid of fighting in the battle, they will hang the tails on their hats and make fun of them as cowardly foxes.

No one would rather die than accept this kind of humiliation for these idiots of the Tubo people, so no matter how many people die in the fight, they will not retreat~"

Hearing this sentence, Xu Feng opened his mouth wide.

After a long time, he couldn't say anything else.

This is also the biggest reason why Hu Biao and other netizens never imagined that they could last until that time when they were only 4 hours and 39 minutes away from the end of the mission.

No matter what support you use, you can't support it with your life.

Because both sides have amazing willpower, this is basically a war between the strengths of both sides, not a level.

"It's impossible to last until 11 o'clock in the evening, so it's fine to die in battle." Hu Biao, who was sore and weak all over, told himself so silently.

It's just that in the short interval at present, Hu Biao feels very uncomfortable when he thinks of his family members whom he will never see again.

Except for Hu Biao, the remaining 12 netizens also thought so.

Yes, that's right!At this point in time, even though they have been taken care of to a certain extent, some of them are even a little fishy in the battle.

But until now, not counting Gangzi who was shot and killed because of military law, 7 of the netizens died in battle.

Some were killed by thrown bows and arrows, some had their necks cut off by a knife, and some were grabbed by their collars and fell off the city wall together; anyway, every one of them died a miserable death.

It’s just that in comparison, the surviving people are not much better now, they just lived a little longer...

*******
"Baby, my old Zhang misread you, although you are as weak as chickens in war, but you can be regarded as a man with a handle if you dare to fight so much.

Come on, hurry up and eat a few pancakes. This thing is not as delicious as the meals you cook, but if you die after eating and replacing, you are not a starving ghost. "

In Hu Biao's lonely mind, when he was silently thinking about his family, this sentence came from his ear.

Turning his head to look, he found Zhang Tiezhu, an old guy whose neck was wrapped in linen, groped in his arms for a while, and took out a bloody mustache.

After he divided the pancake into two, he delivered the cleaner one to Hu Biao.

In Hu Biao's surprised eyes, he explained lightly:
"It's nothing strange. We old people are used to carrying some dry food with us. Maybe when we have this extra bite, we can survive."

After he finished speaking, he stuffed the pancakes with the bloodstained blood of himself or someone else, and stuffed it into his mouth without disdain, and swallowed it.

"Thank you." Hu Biao yelled.

I don't know whether to thank the other party for the compliment, or to thank this half of the precious pancake.

But this is not important, the important thing is that under the current environment, Hu Biao doesn't want to eat at all, nor can he eat anything.

Think about it, under the sun exposure of more than 40 degrees, those dead bodies are almost drying out.

Under the strong stench of corpses, there is also a strong smell of blood, the unique smell of golden juice, and big-headed flies flying all over the sky.

In such an environment, only Zhang Tiezhu and Liang Daya, old soldiers who are indifferent to life and death, can eat now.

For this reason, Hu Biao handed the pancake to Rui Feng who was sitting slumped on one side.

This so-called 50-pound, three-double bow, a bow and arrow enthusiast who can pull 41 times at a time, can be regarded as a person with relatively good physical strength among the netizens.

The arm muscles are still severely strained, and it is difficult to connect the pancakes.

But after taking the pancake, Ruifeng opened his mouth a bit, then handed it to the warehouse steward beside him dejectedly.

In short, such a half pancake walked around in the hands of a group of netizens, and after it landed in Lao Yang's hands, there was no loss in weight at all.

Compared with the appearance of other veterans of the Tang Army, who were eating pancakes, this result seems that they are all cowards and sissies.

Perhaps in order to resolve the embarrassment, Lao Yang stuffed half a pancake into his arms.

In Mandarin, he proposed to the netizens around him:
"As the old saying goes, people leave their voices and geese leave their names. I don't know if this world is the Tang Dynasty in our world more than 1000 years ago.

But I wondered, what if it was true?

Can we save something?For example, if we bury some things, if later generations excavate them by chance, they will also know the traces of our existence.

It is even possible to write a letter home in this way, and leave a few words for the family? "

After thinking of this, Hu Biao and others immediately regained their spirits.

Even if they knew that the possibility of the above statement was slim, and even a little naive and ridiculous, they still acted immediately.

As for whether doing so would change the history beyond recognition, whether the system allows it or not, they didn't think too much about it, and they didn't care much.

It's all come to such a point, where is the mood to take care of other things.

With such an idea in mind, everyone took action one after another.

No pen and paper?It's okay, it can be solved easily. For example, after Hu Biao pulled hard, he tore out some yellow and black white T-shirts under the armor. This thing can be used as paper.

There was a dead Sogdian sitting under his buttocks. The blood on his chest that had been stabbed hadn't drained completely, and he could write a book in blood with a little bit of his finger.

The key is that the pen, ink and paper are easy to solve, what to write?

Just writing the words 'Parents' on the cloth, he was so sad that he couldn't write any more, his eyes were red and he wanted to cry.

It's basically the same situation with other netizens.

After encountering a dangerous situation with a civil aviation plane, each person was given a pen and paper to write a suicide note.

Such a scene quickly attracted the attention of all the veterans around.

Although they didn't quite understand what Hu Biao and others communicated in Mandarin.

But after seeing the posture of Hu Biao and others, he seemed to think of something immediately, and Liang Daya, an old guy like a hob, actually showed an extremely solemn expression on his face.

To be more precise, his whole body trembled slightly...

(End of this chapter)