Chapter 794 Trenches and fences under Xia Lu City
What does it feel like to stab a person to death?
When the spear tip passes through the gap in the armor, the first thing that comes from the hand is soft but firm resistance.
As the short spear continues to push in, the resistance becomes greater and greater until at a certain moment, the force on the spear rod suddenly decreases.
There will be an inexplicable warm feeling on the face and a rust and oily smell will be heard from the end of the nose.
That was a feeling that people in the school field could not experience.
If you are an experienced soldier, you should stop quickly at this time to avoid the short spear being inserted too deeply and unable to be pulled out.
Just like Kahler is now.
He did not pull back vigorously like the militia of the new war.
Instead, he held one end of the short spear and shook it gently, without pulling back the spear pole significantly, the Lea soldiers on the opposite side leaned back.
The soldier's mouth opened like a goldfish, as if cursing something, but he couldn't hear it.
During this period, he could not count how many people he stabbed to death and injured, until his awkward assassination was as smooth as running water.
A lot of snow water was smashed into the heavy body, and the bright red blood was so dazzling in the black snow piles on the edge.
Under the eight-sided pointed helmet, a desperate and hideous face seemed to be crying.
Before his tears could flow out, a crossbow arrow with a length of forearm fell from the sky, nailing his head to the ground.
At this moment, all the noisy sounds returned to Kahler's world at this moment.
The howlings, footsteps, shelling sounds, gasping sounds, and the impact of the chain mail makes a crisp sound.
"The east is here again, make up for the seat!"
"Save me, who will save me!"
"Kale, there is a gap there, and the militia was killed and defeated."
After assisting a head, Kahler didn't even have time to rest, so he strode towards the other side.
Behind him were three or four soldiers from his team, Kahler passed through the battle crowd.
Nearly a hundred soldiers stood on both sides of the fence, with sabers colliding with daggers, and dozens of spears stabbing each other through the fence grid.
Every time he looked up, he could see a soldier falling down and being dragged away by a friendly army.
The sound of bowstrings flexing came from above and in front of us. The feather arrow broke through the air, and there were always people covering their wounds and wailing.
The fireball crossbow that was eliminated by Horn appeared at the front of the outer wall of Xia Lucheng. From time to time, more than a dozen poisonous smoke bombs fell into the trenches.
Within half a minute, the Lea soldiers with purple faces could be seen taking the initiative to pull out the trenches and exposing themselves to arrows and leads.
"The militia is defeated! The Lea people are turning over! Kale!" He grabbed the Lea people's spear pole with one hand and stabbed the short spear with the other. Old Laver wanted to remind Kale loudly.
Old Laver's roar seemed to be heard in Kahler's ears.
"I'm rushing, I'm damn! I... your mother!" Kahler, who had thrown away the short spear that was in the way, had never liked to speak loudly, now became as rough as old Laver.
When he rushed to the vacancy, three or five Lea soldiers were jumping over the wall.
Kahler kicked the back of the unsteady soldier Lea, and the backhand saber pierced his neck.
The strong wind blew behind him, and Kahler immediately turned his head to dodge, and the hammer slid past him against his ship-shaped helmet.
Turning around, Kahler, who had been trained by his father since childhood, directly fitted into the arms of the Nalaya soldier.
The iron helmet was pressed against the chest of the Lea soldiers, and the two of them rolled down with each other.
"Go to die, go to die!"
The soldier with a page hammer growled and bit Kahler's arm.
Kahler forced himself to endure the pain, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and inserted it into the Lea's neck.
Within two seconds, he felt the teeth that bit his arm and left his skin.
A subordinate grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
At this time, Kahler discovered that the other two Lea soldiers were soon killed by the Thousand River Valley soldiers holding spears because they did not carry long weapons.
It's a bit too humorous to have a single shot at the second and fourth.
Seeing this, the other Lea soldiers who had come here had to return to their original position.
With his hands on his knees, Kahler felt like a stove burning in his lungs.
Every time I sucked the cold air in my throat, it was like swallowing a cold dagger into my belly, pushing the extinguished stove.
While using breathing to recover his strength, Kahler raised his head and looked towards the entire front.
Through the fence and sharp wooden stakes in front of you, the earth walls raised by the vine basket about twenty or thirty meters away blocked your sight like embankments.
Behind the earth wall are trenches that are winding like snakes and distributed like spider webs.
The twenty or thirty meters of flat ground between the trenches and the fences is the bloodiest killing field.
Swarms of Lea soldiers wearing various colorful burqas climbed over the trench in groups.
They wore eight-sided helmets or disc-shaped helmets on their heads, waved their spears and long swords, and charged towards the fences and chest walls in front of Kahler and others.
They learned to divide into small teams without any instruction and charge to avoid rows of lead and crossbow arrows flying on the city walls.
But in front of the rainy arrows and rows of gunmen who were spinning and firing guns, they kept wailing and falling down.
Only a small group of soldiers can rush to the fence or chest wall and stab it in with a short spear or a short sword.
This attack lasted for ten days, from January 5th to the present.
They did suffer attacks from Lea soldiers before, but most of them only have small groups of knights who can maintain morale under shelling, holy wind and feather arrows.
The soldiers survived, and the Knights charged, so this was naturally not done, so the Knights would strike. Then there is a truce period of at least three to five days, and then the process is repeated.
Attack for one day and rest for three or five days.
Currently, the trenches are rushing through the trenches, and they are available every day.
Through the trenches, they were able to maintain morale under shelling, pushing at least thirty to fifty meters away from the city wall.
This is the most familiar and traditional small-area hand-to-hand combat.
The advantages of the Lea people's military strength gradually became apparent. If it weren't for the lead and clockwork, the chest wall and fence would have changed hands long ago.
"Kale!" Captain Hundred, shouting his name, "Go to the other side of the chest wall, several holy gunmen fainted after exhausting their holy power. You can take the bow and arrow for a few minutes first!"
"Yes!"
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The soldiers on both sides tacitly constrained friendly corpses within ten meters of the fence/trench and maintained a buffer zone of ten meters.
As for the wounded in the middle, they either try to climb over it by themselves or wait for burning every few days.
The wooden thorns on the iron bar defense line were dark red in the sunset, and seventeen corpses hung on the barbs like rag dolls.
Sitting by the small moat about five meters wide, Kahler cleaned the dry blood on his face and hands.
Opposite the wooden bridge, the wounded barracks emitted a strong smell of herbs and garlic.
Feeling someone kicked him, Kahler raised his head and saw that it was Old Laver.
Old Laver handed a wine pot to Kahler: "Come on a sip?"
Kahler picked up the wine bag and poured a big sip of wine on his face as usual.
He had long been familiar with the feeling of alcohol.
Sitting beside Kahler, Old Laver also washed his face and hands red with the cold river water.
Picking up the handkerchief and wiping his face, Old Laver said to the water, "Do you feel that it is getting more and more difficult to deal with the enemy?"
Kahler didn't speak.
"What? I miss home?"
"A little bit."
"Isn't Hotam County your hometown?"
Kahler shook his head, looking around, feeling that this was a strange place.
Houses were flattened, farmlands were burned, and crows fell on the ground and chewed at the rotting corpses.
"I miss home too." Old Laver looked up and looked at half of the starry sky. "I think my son Little Laver, he is three or four years younger than you, but he should call you uncle.
I also miss my wife, my cow, my shabby house, my old brother...
But war is always like this and cannot be ended.
The men told us to kill people, just kill them. What do you want to do so much? ”
"Are we fighting for the master?" Kahler looked at the blood that could not be washed away from the cracks of his nails.
"What about that?" Old Laver patted Kahler on the shoulder, "You are so tangled that I don't know a big word, so I don't have so many ideas."
"You really have to read."
"Learn literacy? I wear glasses, why are you pretending to be a college student? Don't learn." Old Laver touched his stomach with emotion, and only occasionally touched the ring hanging around his neck would see a few tenderness in his rough eyes.
Kahler wanted to say a few more words, but heard a few soldiers next to him talking.
"Do you feel it? Our defense is getting more and more difficult."
"The inner city has never sent any support since the New Year. I heard that hundreds of mountain knights have been infected with the plague."
"This group of damn Lea people, if you have the ability, you will attack with great prestige."
"When will the reinforcements of Shengsun arrive?"
Old Laver and Kahler's brief moment of relaxation was swept away.
Yes, there was a plague in the city. Except for the timely supply of food and weapons, soldiers were no longer allowed to enter and exit.
Until now, they still don’t know what’s going on in the inner city.
If there is really a plague, let alone Xia Lucheng, you won’t stay even twenty miles around Xia Lucheng.
Normally, monks with a level of consecration can preside over large-scale blessings and dispel plagues.
But the problem is that there are no monks of this level on the land of Thousand Rivers Valley so far.
"Kale? Kale?! Where did you go in the groove?" Captain Bai walked around Kale, "Are you a native of Hotam County?"
"Yes."
"Can you ride a horse?"
Kahler immediately stood up and said, "Yes."
"Let's go, I have a task to you."
(This chapter ends)