Chapter 137: Blocking the Line

While the legion battles in the middle and lower lanes were in full swing, the only lane in the entire canyon where there was no fighting was the top lane.

At this time, if you look down at the upper lane of the canyon from a high altitude, you can clearly see countless blue soldiers gathering behind the first defense tower on the upper lane like sea water blocked by a dam.

However, the seemingly peaceful journey was now shrouded in a strong smell of gunpowder.

"I advise you not to take yourself too seriously! In the entire top legion, according to seniority, it is not your turn as a newcomer to command our ninth main force!" A burly centurion who was two meters tall roared angrily, and in front of him was a soldier who was much shorter than him.

This soldier was tall, not skinny, but definitely not strong either. His features were delicate with a hint of heroism, and his skin was fair and delicate, like a woman who had lived in seclusion for a long time, which was in sharp contrast to the rough skin of ordinary soldiers who had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time. If it weren't for the level 4 military token worn on his waist, which represented the status of a centurion, anyone would subconsciously think that this was not a centurion who could take charge of a situation on his own.

But these are not the main points. The main point is that the centurion of the Ninth Corps believes that in the army on the road, except for the commander who is "one man against a thousand", no one can give him any orders, especially such an incomprehensible order!

"I'm not commanding or ordering you. This is just a small suggestion from my personal perspective." The soldier said lightly while looking at the seemingly calm horizon outside the defense tower.

"Suggestion?" The ninth centurion smiled coldly. "The soldiers in the middle and lower lanes are fighting for their lives. At this critical moment, a real man should not go to the battlefield to shed blood and fight for the victory of Shu. Instead, you want our army in the upper lane to hide behind the defense tower like a turtle? Is this your suggestion?"

The soldier didn't say anything, nor did he even look back. He just stared ahead in deep thought.

The captain of the Ninth Army felt as if he was being looked down upon and immediately yelled in anger, "If you are afraid of death, you coward, get your troops out of the way and stop blocking our Ninth Army from reaching the front line!"

"How dare you talk like that!" A black-haired magic female soldier next to him was about to lose her temper, but the soldier stopped her first, then turned around and stared at the centurion of the Ninth Army, smiling: "I admit that I am afraid of death, and there is nothing shameful about saying it, but on the other hand, I also think that war is not just a fight between two or three people. It concerns the life and death of the three thousand soldiers present. If we just act recklessly, no one can be responsible for the consequences."

"Ha! This is the first time I've heard someone talk about cowardice so eloquently! So, you are determined not to give way?" The ninth centurion laughed in anger, turned around and said to another centurion beside him: "Wang Ping, we can't let the soldiers of our two units accompany this coward and waste the opportunity to fight. Since they are unwilling to give way, let's charge together. If the higher-ups investigate later, I will be responsible!"

Next to the centurion of the 9th division was Wang Ping, the centurion of the 13th legion. Although he had a somewhat rough appearance, his sunken eyes revealed an elusive depth.

From beginning to end, Wang Ping just watched silently from the side.

Looking at the soldier in front of him with a strange silver bow on his shoulder and a long sword on his waist, Wang Ping always felt an inexplicable sense of oppression on the soldier. This feeling has only been experienced in heroes, and it also made Wei Yan feel palpitations.

"Wang Ping!" The captain of the ninth unit shouted again.

Wang Ping seemed to have just come to his senses, but he didn't even look at the captain of the 20th Division beside him. He just stared at the young soldier in front of him and bowed modestly, saying, "I am Wang Ping, the captain of the th Main Force, and you are Wang Yao, the captain of the th Main Force, right? It's really better to meet in person than to hear about it. I've heard that a captain was promoted to captain in our army. Today I finally get to see your face, but I didn't expect you to be so young. It looks like you are less than years old, right?"

The captain of the Ninth Division, who was originally preparing to build momentum, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the humble Wang Ping in disbelief. The message revealed in his eyes was very clear: At this time, you are still in the mood to chat here? !
Wang Yao then looked at Wang Ping with interest.

Wang Yao was no longer surprised by such non-heroic but very famous figures in history. He just felt that such historical figures, although not heroes, were obviously more talented than those soldiers who could only shout and kill and mechanically obey orders. For example, Wei Yan, who was also a captain of a thousand men, was also such a person.

So Wang Yao bowed and said, "I was just lucky. In terms of seniority, there are many soldiers in our army who are more qualified than me to be the captain of a thousand men. Of course, some soldiers are not so qualified."

As if he sensed the sourness in the words, the captain of the Ninth Division's face suddenly turned red. Just as he was about to explode, Wang Ping laughed first and said, "Brother Yao is really a joker. I believe that the reason why the military advisor promoted you must be for a reason. I think you must have extraordinary talents that we don't have."

After a pause, Wang Ping continued, "But actually, I still have some doubts. Why do you suggest that we stay in the defense tower? This doesn't seem to be in line with the standard behavior of us soldiers."

Wang Yao couldn't help but feel fond of Wang Ping's calm and mature manners.

In fact, the reason why Wang Yao blocked the soldiers in the top lane inside the defensive tower was because he believed that at this time, "remaining constant in the face of change" was the best option.

Wang Yao was not clear about the specific situation of the other two lanes, but he knew that the reason why Wu's soldiers had not appeared on the top lane was probably because Sun Shangxiang, the main hero, was not there. As for the reason, maybe Sun Shangxiang really went to the bottom lane to meet Liu Bei? So at this time, the enemy hero Wang Yao faced should be only Da Qiao. As a true auxiliary hero, Da Qiao's tower attack was definitely not her strong point, so Wang Yao guessed that Wu's soldiers should be lying in ambush outside, waiting for Shu's soldiers to go out by themselves. After all, fighting on the plains is always easier than fighting against a tower. As long as the Shu's soldiers are dealt with outside, it will be easy for Wu to capture Shu's first tower.

This is the same principle as leading the troops to push the tower.

So, it doesn't matter if you defend or hide, or even if you are called a coward. At this point in the war, it is no longer about strength, but about who has more patience.
"Our heroes have been out for seventeen days and should be on their way back to support us now. So we have an advantage in terms of time. The longer we delay, the less chance Wu will have of winning. In this case, why should we sacrifice the lives of our soldiers in vain?" Wang Yao said.

"I see." Wang Ping pondered for a moment and nodded: "Brother Yao's analysis makes sense. Our Thirteenth Army is willing to cooperate with your arrangements."

"Thank you for your understanding." Wang Yao chuckled and nodded in response.

The confused captain of the Ninth Division stared at Wang Ping's defection in amazement. After a while, he angrily yelled, "Wang Ping, I didn't expect that you are just a coward who is afraid of death!"

"I think what Brother Yao said makes sense. At this time, there is really no need for us to go out and die in vain." Wang Ping said calmly.

"Humph, an ambush? That's just an excuse for you cowards!" The eyes of the 9th centurion were full of contempt. "Forget it, we are the 9th main force going into battle. We soldiers will only stop when we are dying. All of you get out of my way!"

After saying this, the Ninth Centurion's face turned grim, and at the same time, one of his calloused hands pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist. His meaning was very clear.

Just like in the game, the most tragic nature of the soldiers is that they will never look back until they die.

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Wang Yao sighed secretly, then silently raised his right hand.

Seeing this, Maomao beside him had a complicated look in his originally angry eyes, but he finally ordered the Seventh Main Force that was blocking the defense tower to make way for a passage in the middle.

In this way, the thousand soldiers of the Ninth Main Force, led by their centurion, slowly passed through the passage. When they passed each other, both sides saw a kind of pity in each other's eyes.

After the soldiers of the Ninth Main Force were out of the lock range of the defense tower, Maomao said to Wang Yao angrily: "Did you see that? When they looked at us, their eyes were full of contempt and pity."

"Because they think we have betrayed our honor as soldiers." Wang Yao watched the Ninth Army go away and shook his head meaningfully.

"This group of cowards who have completely lost the honor of a soldier, when I return, I will ask the military advisor to remove them from their posts!" The captain of the Ninth Division gritted his teeth and cursed as he led his troops forward.

Are you kidding me? How can a soldier stand still? Moreover, we have been walking for such a long time and haven't even seen a ghost. Surely, ambushes are just excuses for cowards!
Just as the captain of the ninth division was filled with indignation, a gust of wet wind suddenly blew towards him.

The wind was very gentle, but it was like a rain wind, cold and humid.

The troops stopped and the captain of the ninth division looked ahead in confusion.

On the distant horizon, a graceful figure was suspended in the air, slowly "floating" towards them, like a lonely fallen leaf in the wind, foreshadowing the coming of a rainstorm.

The earth began to tremble slightly, and the sound of huge waves came from far away.

There are no ambushes, but an enemy hero is coming.

The ninth centurion slowly widened his eyes, and reflected in his pupils was an overwhelming sea tide.

(End of this chapter)