Chapter 265: The Days of Fighting in the Northeast War Zone

Can the simple and powerful words touch you?

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"Wang Ce, let your people light the war!"

The shouts of hundreds of households echoed in the small Tu City, and a wisp of black smoke rose into the sky, sending messages.

"Go to the city wall!" In fact, there is no need for hundreds of households to shout. Everyone has this awareness, even the recruits will soon either die or adapt.

Wang Ce greeted eight of his men and rushed to the city wall calmly. One of them took an arrow from the quiver with his backhand. The arrow was dark and fierce.

In the distance visible to the naked eye, a group of barbarian cavalry were coming. A slight stern appeared on the corner of Wang Ce's mouth, and he was carefully hidden behind the battlements. Suddenly, a flash of light was particularly dazzling in the dusk.

Wang Ce rolled over and pounced on Lao Meng under his command. With a bang, the battlements were shot and exploded. If Lao Meng was a little late, he would definitely die.

Wang Ce patted Lao Meng, who was still scared, and said, "Be careful, the other party has a master."

War is not a joke, and war is not the military chess that Wang Ce played when he was a child. It can be done with one stroke. Especially in this world, there are many variables because of the existence of warriors.

You will never know what kind of masters are among the enemies. Sword Qi? Gang Qi? Dou Gang?

A small earthen city could not resist the raid of the master. Just like the arrow before, Wang Ce would bet that it was definitely shot by a sword energy-level master with two stone bows.

It is very important to point out that the measurement of bow power here is divided into two categories: Dou and stone. One Dou is fifty kilograms, ten Dou is one stone. One stone bow is five hundred kilograms.

Wang Ce can also draw two stone bows, but he cannot reveal his true martial arts cultivation, so he can only use one stone bow to make do. From not knowing how to use bows and arrows, to now learning and starting to use them flexibly. War is undoubtedly the most catalyzing thing for people.

"Will you withdraw?" Baihu looked at the arrow with a little furious. The second stone bow means that the other party has a master, so it is meaningless to stick to it.

If you want to send a group of masters, you will naturally not be able to stop them, so you can only retreat. But the barbarians cannot always let the masters station, and Dalu will soon send the masters to retake the Tucheng, which will form a tug-of-war between you and me.

"Sir, I thought I'd better wait." Wang Ce leaned over and whispered: "I think the other party is probably clamoring, otherwise why bother shooting arrows from so far away?"

Gold can shine anywhere, and Wang Ce's mind was also recognized by Baihu and others, expressing his agreement.

He kept silent for a while, and waited for the silence of the savages to slow down and slowly approached. The hundred households rushed up and ordered: "Let it go!"

The soldiers on the city wall stood up one after another, grinned and shot the arrows at the enemy, making a whimpering sound. The arrows Wang Ce shot like bullets, shooting a barbarian with a squirting distance, and knocking them away.

It’s not long before Wang Ce learned to use bows and arrows. It’s already great to have such accuracy.

The barbarian's reaction was also very fast, and he rushed over quickly, screaming and shooting at the low-high city.

Both sides were very fast, with three consecutive waves of arrow rain. With a command from Baihu, he turned over and jumped down the city wall with one horse, and killed a barbarian with a roar.

Wang Ce held the standard battle knife of Dalu, and roared down. The barbarian picked up the battle knife and fought in the air. Wang Ce sneered silently, and the battle knife suddenly made a sound like a ghost roar. It turned out that the war spirit blocked the opponent's killing move in one fell swoop and killed the barbarian in half with one knife.

A master of sword energy can easily lose his life in the war.

Wang Ce killed several people in a row, and the barbarians howled angrily, turned around and ran away.

Baihu whistled and whistled, and the people in the city quickly rode their horses out and chased them. Baihu and Wang Ce scrambled to fight the horses, chased and killed several people for a while before they retreated.

Wang Ce slowly rode his horse back with blood, exhaled, looked back at the sunset, and entered the city.

This is one day in early May.

In mid-May, Wang Ce was promoted to the team leader because of killing several barbarians.

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One day in late May.

Wang Ce leaned lazily on the battlement, biting a dog-tail grass, with sweet and bitter juice.

The sound of sharpening the knife sounded, and Wang Ce threw the sword beside him down and fell into the hands of a new recruit who had lost his rookie's aura: "Xiao Maverick, help me sharpen the knife too."

The Maverick responded, and Wang Ce looked at the horizon lazyly, as if he was not trying to do anything. If Wang Ce could see himself, he would probably find that he had a faint aura of a veteran.

It has been almost two months since Wang Ce went to the front line, and he has experienced more than twenty battles of all sizes and sizes. This Tucheng is the real front line and the front line of attack by barbarians.

The friction zone between Dalu and the barbarians, almost every inch of land was stained with blood. A towering small city like this was as difficult to pull out as a nail, and it was tug at the war with the barbarians here, consuming each other's strength.

I heard that war is arousing people. Wang Ce doesn't know if this is the case, but he personally fought on the front line and experienced the war himself. The frivolity that belongs to modern people in his bones has been much less.

Wang Ce heard a legend among his comrades-in-arms, a legend of veterans who only belonged to the barbarian soldiers.

A soldier experienced countless wars and beheaded countless times since joining the army, and slowly accumulated merit. However, the veteran commission did not have much martial arts talent, so he was always a low-level officer.

A long time later, one day, an intermediate officer found that there was always a veteran's name on the list of rewards under his command. He couldn't help but check it out. He was shocked to find out that the veteran who had been fighting on the front line for 30 years had experienced more than a thousand battles.

After fighting for more than a thousand times, he never died. This is definitely a miracle. What's even more miracle is that the veteran had a fourth-rank title just because of the merits of beheading and killing the enemy, but the veteran himself didn't know it.

Later, after submitting the court, even the Ministry of War and the Military Hall were stunned, and they didn't know that there was such a powerful man under their command.

Later, Emperor Dalu personally summoned a confused veteran and rewarded him with an additional second-rank title. He held a false position in the Military Hall, allowing him to retire and return home in glory, and his descendants to enjoy wealth and glory for three generations.

This is the most legendary veteran miracle that has been circulating in the Dalu Army.

It is also a miracle that only occurs in Dalu. Veterans with better cultivation generally retire from the age of 40 to 50, and only Dalu who fights wars every day can have such a miracle that they can survive thousands of battles and never die.

Leaning against the battlements, Wang Ce thought about this legend, and felt a little funny and secretly awesome.

He had known before that because of the existence of warriors, the military operations here must be different. However, only when he came to the battlefield in person could he understand it personally.

"Wang Ce." The shouts of the Baihu made Wang Ce wake up.

Baihu announced to everyone happily: "The superiors ordered us to go back and rest, and we will come to take over the defense zone later."

Wang Ce pulled off the dog's tail grass, unable to say whether it was a loss of mood or a happy person. He glanced at the other people who were excited, and Wang Ce smiled bitterly. The recruits came and the remaining ones were the dozens of people.

It's time to change the defense.

When the new recruits and veterans who had changed their defense came in full spirit, Wang Ce and his group left in ragged clothes.

Wang Ce looked back at Tucheng, who had been fighting for almost two months, and suddenly grinned happily. His gains during this period were definitely beyond your imagination.

If Wang Ce only learned military theory and command in the past, then this time, he truly understood the army and absorbed the theory into his own things in practice.

Originally, this was a normal defense change. When the hundred households received the order and asked to return to Liaoyang to rest, Wang Ce vaguely felt something was wrong. The Governor's Office was in Liaoyang, and this was just an ordinary front-line army. There was no reason to be transferred back to Liaoyang?

When he returned to Liaoyang, at the city gate, Wang Ce had no choice but to see Su Mei's graceful figure smiling.

For some reason, Su Mei, who was facing the sunset, was particularly beautiful. This scene was engraved in Wang Ce's heart like a knife.

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"Hehe, you guy."

The hundred households beat Wang Ce heavily and showed a strange expression: "I like you more and more. I can't tell that you are a nobleman from a kid, but you are on the front line with our group of people. It's good, very good."

Su Mei's temperament was obviously misunderstood. Some of her comrades, full of expressions that you know and men know, gave Wang Ce's family: "Sir, you have good luck in love, you have good luck."

Wang Ce watched these comrades who had fought for two months and had to stop there left. He suddenly sighed and looked at Su Mei's face that seemed to shine: "Sister Su... I suddenly realized that you are so beautiful today."

"You're so cruel." Su Mei pinched him shamelessly and touched Wang Ce's dark and rough face with heartache: "I'm talking nonsense, hurry up and go back with me. You're like this now, let alone being handsome, you're all a soldier."

When he arrived at Su Mansion, Su Mei prepared bath water and new clothes for Wang Ce early.

Wang Ce comfortably quipped in the big bucket, rubbed it down and made a large piece of mud, rippling with an extraordinary black and gray.

Is there anything wrong? I am a clean person who only fought for two months and became this virtue. Wang Ce suddenly wanted to cry without tears, and his mind came back from the battlefield. The army's transformation of a person was simply crazy.

Su Mei's voice suddenly appeared outside the room: "I asked my uncle to call you back."

"I know." Although Su Mei couldn't see it, Wang Ce still nodded and hummed and became a happy mud-pulling master: "I thought it would happen after June 6th."

Su Mei stood silently outside the house, the sound of water splashing into her ears, and she sighed silently: "Things have changed."

"Not long ago, a young warrior of seventeen or eighteen years old appeared in Dalu, defeating a genius from the sect."

"The young man's surname is Wang and his name is Ce!"

The sound of water in the room suddenly disappeared. The footsteps rang out quickly, and Wang Ce surrounded his lower body, opened the door naked, staring at him: "Wang Ce?"

"Yes, that boy, also called Wang Ce."

The person who spoke was not Su Mei, but a middle-aged man with elegant demeanor and openness and sincerity.

Wang Ce hurriedly covered his chest with two points and cursed: "Damn!"
Chapter completed!