Chapter 32 The siege begins

It should be time to start siege the city.

But Yang Jian noticed that no one around him was moving.

Each of them looked hesitant.

He quietly asked a criminal soldier beside him.

The criminal soldier's name was Zhen Daomei. His fingers were covered with calluses and his face bore traces of heavy wear and tear from wind and snow. He was obviously a veteran on the battlefield.

From time to time, he would take out the red ribbon tied around his waist to look at and touch it.

It is said that before he went to war, his wife, with a big belly, gave him the amulet from the Nuwa Temple, which could save his life.

His catchphrase was that his wife would have given birth by the time he returned. He had even thought of names for the children: a boy would be named Zhen Xingyun and a girl would be named Zhen Xingyun.

Through previous understanding, Yang Jian learned that Zhen Daomei was a soldier under the command of Beihai Heihou, and he became a criminal soldier inexplicably when he got up in the middle of the night.

Then in the morning, when he saw the beheading of Beihai Heihou as a sacrifice, he realized that the marquis he was loyal to intended to assassinate Master Wen.

Zhen Daomei explained quietly, "Attacking a city is a way to die. We don't even have siege equipment. We just rushed in straight ahead. It's purely to see the barbarians' defense arrangements and to consume their arrows. Since we're going to die anyway, it's better to die here and have someone to collect our bodies than to die at the hands of the barbarians. If we die in the morning, we'll be eaten by the demons who cooperate with the barbarians in the evening."

Yang Jian immediately realized Wen Zhong's ruthless methods. Being the first to escape death seemed to be a way to survive, but it was just to squeeze out the last value of these criminal soldiers.

Not only must their spirits be returned to sacrificial vessels, but they are also required to expend barbarian bows and arrows before death.

Perhaps the only one who has the ability to achieve it is a cultivator like him who has been classified as a criminal soldier.

But do these people really want to die?

Suddenly, shouts and screams were heard.

Everyone around him began to rush forward, fearing that they would not be able to grab shields and weapons if they ran too slowly.

"Didn't you just say that you would rather die here and leave an intact body?"

Yang Jian looked back and saw only a pile of flying heads.

It turned out that the four generals of the Mo family in the rear led the supervision camp to start slaughtering the criminal soldiers and forced them forward.

"Boy, follow me closely. When the time comes, grab the shield and weapons and rush to the bottom of the city wall with the shield raised. As long as the shield is raised, we will be safe. When the coalition forces of the princes are dispatched, the siege equipment will follow, and then we will have a chance to climb the city wall."

Zhen Daomei said to Yang Jian as she ran forward.

Yang Jian followed the crowd and ran forward, nodding: "Okay, I'll rely on you, big brother."

The criminal soldiers had no one to lead them and were like a pile of loose sand.

There are limited shields and weapons on the ground.

There are more wolves and less meat.

Some people picked up shields, and some people picked up weapons.

To make a pair.

Instead, the criminal soldiers began to fight each other.

After picking up the weapon, he started fighting with the person who wanted to get the weapon.

Yang Jian picked up a shield.

Zhen Daomei picked up a bronze spear.

Yang Jian looked at the fighting around him and inexplicably felt that this scene was somewhat similar to the game he had played in his previous life.

[Spirit +0.1]

[Spirit +0.1]

People kept dying, and most of their spirits were sucked away by the huge bronze tripod in the army formation.
In the center of the battlefield, there was suddenly no man's land around a dozen criminal soldiers.

Because they all had cultivation experience, anyone who wanted to steal the weapons after picking them up would be chopped to death like cutting melons and vegetables.

At this moment, a dozen people gathered together and planned to attack together. It would be easier to climb the city wall than fighting alone.

"Yang Jian, come on, let's go grab a weapon and a shield, and we'll be a pair. This way, you and I will have a better chance of survival."

Zhen Daomei called out to Yang Jian, trying hard to suppress a hint of brutality in her eyes.

Yang Jian nodded, and just as he approached, he was greeted by a cold light.

Zhen Daomei stabbed the spear in his hand straight at Yang Jian. He found that Yang Jian did not raise his shield, and thought that he was frightened and unable to react.

Yes, this half-grown boy doesn't understand the cruelty of the battlefield at all, so let him teach him the last lesson.

Soon, his expression changed.

When the tip of the spear pierced Yang Jian, it encountered resistance.

Even though he used all his strength, his face turned red, the tip of the spear could not penetrate Yang Jian's body at all.

He raised his head and saw only mockery in Yang Jian's eyes.

Yang Jian himself was not wearing any clothes. He had been without any clothes since yesterday when he used the Water Cloud. At this moment, he was still wrapped in a piece of rag covering his lower body.

The opponent's spear tip, which stabbed him with all his strength, failed to even leave a white mark on his body.

After all, he is just a mortal.

Yang Jian grabbed the bronze spear with one hand and snatched it away with a little force.

"Master, I just want to..."

Zhen Daomei's eyes were full of fear. She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how. Did she say that I stabbed you with the tip of the spear to give you a massage?

He could never have imagined that Yang Jian was actually a cultivator.

Cultivators are high and mighty, and have always looked down upon ordinary people, let alone associating with ordinary soldiers like him.

Yang Jian was approachable and could not be a cultivator. Yang Jian was furious and was about to kill this double-faced man.

But he suddenly ran backwards and accidentally tripped over a corpse on the ground.

Yang Jian approached, with the spear in his hand pointing just in front of Zhen Daomei's throat.

Zhen Daomei supported herself on the ground with her limbs and kept backing away.

Just when Yang Jian had enough fun and was ready to end his life, he suddenly saw a bright red spot on the ground dancing in the wind.

It was the silk scarf around Zhen Daomei's waist that was hooked off by the rocks on the ground.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he threw the shield in his hand over: "I hope the amulet your wife gave you is lucky enough, go hide under the city wall."

Zhen Daomei was immediately as if she had been pardoned, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Immortal, for not killing me."

After saying that, he picked up the scarf and shield on the ground and rushed towards the city wall.

Yang Jian, oh Yang Jian, when did you become as saintly as Yang Chan.

The evil eye kept complaining in Yang Jian's heart.

In his opinion, it would be wrong for Yang Jian to miss any opportunity to obtain the spirit essence.

If it were in the past, Yang Jian would simply turn a deaf ear and pretend not to hear.

At this moment, he suddenly explained: "Just like I didn't kill the old, weak and sick of those barbarians before, becoming a strong person is not to bully the weak."

Magic Eye: "Foolish persistence, one day you will realize how ridiculous these persistences are."

"Whoosh~ whoosh~"

A dense whistling sound was heard.

Arrows rained down.

It turned out that most of the criminal soldiers rushed towards Baishi City after getting their weapons and shields.

The people on the city wall responded by raining dense arrows down upon the crowd.

But the effect was minimal, as their shields were enough to deal with the arrows.

There were also arrows that could split a shield and the person behind it in two with one strike.

It was the barbarian cultivators who took action.

"Boom~"

A tall demon ape suddenly appeared on the city wall, holding up a spherical boulder with both hands and throwing it towards the criminal soldiers in the front.

Rushing in the front was a small team of more than a dozen practitioners, who were now almost approaching the city wall.

Faced with the huge rocks, they moved extremely quickly and calmly to dodge them.

And the ordinary people behind them suffered.

The spherical boulder rolled forward, crushing everyone along the way and leaving broken arms and limbs flying all over the sky.

"Master, save me!"

Zhen Daomei, whose life had just been spared by Yang Jian, ran towards Yang Jian with a look of horror, and behind him was a huge spherical rock.

Yang Jian quickly stepped forward to hold the boulder to prevent it from causing more casualties.

The boulder was covered in blood and felt slippery to the touch.

The huge force fed back to him, and he retreated dozens of steps before he stopped the boulder.

Before he finished, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he exerted force, the wounds on his internal organs caused by the sword energy suddenly burst.

[Spirit +0.1]

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Looking down, I saw a rough big hand under the boulder. The red scarf on the hand was still eye-catching against the backdrop of the blood on the ground.

Magic Eye: "It seems his amulet didn't protect him."

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"

Yang Jian lifted the huge rock, and his veins were exposed.

The barbarians on the city wall discovered his plan and immediately shot at him with dense arrows.

However, Yang Jian blocked it using a huge rock as a shield.

Yang Jian carried the huge rock forward, his steps getting faster and faster.

Ignoring the severe pain in his internal organs, he threw it towards the city wall with all his strength.

The huge rock drew a parabola and smashed heavily on the top of the city wall, causing casualties instantly.

In the rear army.

As the numerous princes looked at Yang Jian's extraordinary power, there was silence in the field.

Someone suddenly spoke up: "What a powerful force! Whose general is this?"

The man was standing behind Wen Zhong, and judging from the token on his waist, he was obviously a general.

Su Hu took the initiative to stand up and said, "This is my daughter's personal bodyguard Yang Jian. He was sent to the prison camp to make amends for his crime because he accidentally killed Master Wen's beloved disciple. Chentang Pass is full of talented people, and this little bit of supernatural power is not needed. General Li, please don't steal my love."

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