Chapter 121 41: Camp Roar

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Looking at the enemy floating towards him like a ghost, Tiele coughed violently a few times. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands and paused for a moment.

It was dark, without any starry sky. Tiele Pucheng put his hands in front of his eyes, and with the help of the firelight, he saw a little blood.

There is a little too much blood, which is caused by the epidemic.

Compared with the epidemic more than ten days ago, today's epidemic is more serious.

Looking at the enemies floating like ghosts in the distance, Tiele Pucheng rubbed his eyes hard. Feeling his own condition, Tiele Pucheng felt that he might not survive this winter.

"Kill, kill as many as you can. Even if you die, your children will be able to live more comfortably!"

Tiele Pucheng clenched his saber tightly, took a deep breath, and rushed forward.

Blood blocked Tiele Pucheng's vision. Looking at the enemies falling in front of him one by one, Tiele Pucheng felt as if he was dreaming. He squatted on the ground and stabbed his saber into the enemy's heart fiercely. Only then did the scene in front of him slowly come into focus.

"The enemy seems to be weaker!"

Tiele Pucheng shook his head frantically. He was about to go back when he caught a glimpse of the enemy who had been stabbed in the heart by him standing up.

"Resurrection?"

Tiele Pucheng was frightened. He turned around with his saber in hand and tried to chop down hard, but found that he had hit nothing.

Tiele Pucheng rubbed his eyes again and found that the enemy was dead and could not possibly stand up!
Tiele Pucheng was in a trance, and his half-asleep and half-awake state became even worse.

Although the number of invading enemies doubled this time, their strength was weaker. Many enemies were just ordinary people who had not even entered the stage of seeking education.

When fighting against such an enemy, except for a few tribesmen who are unlucky, the rest of the tribesmen can easily kill him.

After his soldiers won a great victory, Wuzhuliuruo felt a little less uneasy, but he did not let his guard down. Instead, he kept his soldiers from resting and waited for the next wave of attacks from Yancheng Town's northern army.

The attacks by the Yancheng Town Beijun never ended in one go.

Just as Wuzhuliuruo had expected, in less than an incense stick of time, Yancheng's Zhenbei Army began to attack them again.

Almost identical to the previous attack, the attack route of the Yancheng Town Beijun was divided into ten directions, with about 10 enemies in each direction. Although the enemies in these ten directions had different abilities, enemies in some directions also cooperated with each other and displayed their magical powers.

But on the battlefield, strength is what matters. In front of the five white wolves and five snow foxes, the Yancheng Town Beijun was like lambs and was easily killed.

The second wave of attacks by the Yancheng Town Northern Army was suppressed slower than the first wave. After Tiele Pucheng killed the last enemy who shouted "Nine generations of hatred can still be avenged", the third wave of enemies had already attacked.

With no chance to catch their breath, Tiele Pucheng followed the main force and marched quickly in another direction. After about five minutes of rapid march, they met the northern army of Yancheng Town.

This team of Yancheng Town's Beibu Army was weaker and more vulnerable than the previous two teams. Tiele Pucheng, who was half asleep and half awake, holding a ring-handled sword, easily killed the enemy in front of him.

"Brothers of the Ram Faction, kill them! This is the last time I can be cannon fodder for you!"

"Brothers, kill, kill, kill. Kill one and you'll be invincible. Kill two and you'll be invincible!"

"Protect Lao Zhang, let Lao Zhang's little universe explode, and kill more people!"

Tiele Pucheng did not quite understand what the enemy said. He just instinctively took up his saber and chopped the enemy hard. Warm blood splashed all over him. His eyes turned red, and in the night and firelight, he had severe double vision.

"Tie Le Pu Cheng, be careful!"

Just when Tiele Pucheng was in a trance, one of his uncles shouted his name loudly, and then a dark shadow attacked him. Tiele Pucheng felt that his right hand was not obedient to his control.

clang.

It was as if the sound of metal colliding with the ground was heard. The slow-reacting Tiele Pucheng slowly looked at the ground. When he looked at the saber with the blade already rolled in his hand on the ground, he felt a little familiar.

The arm on the ground that is stained with blood looks exactly like mine!
The scar on his wrist and the arrow wound on his arm were exactly the same as his own.

"What a pity, it was a little crooked and only one arm was chopped off."

A voice came from a distance. When Tiele Pucheng heard this, he felt a sense of clarity, as if his soul had returned to his body from traveling through the heavens and earth. He was suddenly awakened and immediately felt waves of pain.

"My hand was chopped off!"

Tiele Pucheng gritted his teeth and moved his gaze to the enemy who had chopped off his arm. He found that this person was staring at him and rushing towards him madly.

The tribesmen around him slashed at him with knives. His flesh was chopped off, his fingers were chopped off, his arms were chopped off, and even his heart was pierced.

But the enemy's eyes were still fixed on him. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless murderous intent and deep obsession.

boom!
The enemy was hacked to the ground, but he still hadn't given up the idea of ​​killing himself. He crawled towards himself with all his might, like a vengeful ghost crawling out from the depths of hell, coming to claim his life!

"He wants me dead!"

"He wants to kill me!"

"He wanted to kill me until he died!"

As a veteran, Tiele Pucheng still had excellent psychological quality, but after fighting for a month, his spirit was tense to the extreme. When he saw this scene, the defense line in his heart was completely broken. He screamed and took a few steps back, then screamed again and pulled out the rolled saber from his arm on the ground. He held the saber with his only remaining left hand and chopped fiercely.

One sword, two swords, three swords
It was not known how many times he had chopped, but Tiele Pucheng finally stopped. He looked at the enemy, whose face had been completely disfigured and no longer resembled a human, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tie Le Pu Cheng, you are seriously injured. Go back to the camp, bandage yourself, and have a good rest."

Seeing Tiele Pucheng's arm being chopped off, the head finally gave him a good rest.

Tiele Pucheng simply bandaged his wound and returned to the camp to receive a dose of golden medicine. He simply applied the medicine on the wound, returned to the tent, and took off his clothes with his unaccustomed left hand.

Tiele Pucheng threw the sticky, smelly clothes aside. He changed into a looser and more comfortable set of clothes and lay down on the bed.

It was the first time in more than a month that Tiele Pucheng slept without clothes. Thinking that he had a good sleep, Tiele Pucheng found it difficult to fall asleep when he closed his eyes.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the enemy named Zhang that he had met before appeared before him. Tiele Pucheng could not remember his appearance clearly, but his eyes, fixed on his own, made Tiele Pucheng feel terrified. He did not know how long he had been tossing and turning in bed before he fell into a deep sleep. But even in deep sleep, the enemy was still before his eyes.

"Die, you are already dead!"

"I have already killed you!"

Tiele Pucheng muttered to himself unconsciously, his arms waving subconsciously, wanting to kill the enemy named Zhang who appeared in front of him again.

The number of troops attacking from the northern part of Yancheng Town was more than double that of the previous one, and the frequency of the attacks was much more frequent than before. In just half an hour, the Iltsk Oasis withstood nearly five waves of attacks.

The five waves of attacks by Yancheng Town's northern army were all suppressed by the barbarians of Iltsk Oasis. After leaving behind 1,500 to 1,600 corpses, the Yancheng Town's northern army finally stopped attacking.

Although there were still sporadic attacks from the Yancheng Town Northern Army, compared with before, they were nothing.

After blocking the attack from Yancheng Town's northern army, Wuzhuliuruo asked most of the soldiers to return to the camp to rest, especially the five white wolves and five snow foxes. During this period, the five white wolves and five snow foxes frequently went out to resist the enemy. Although they did not lose a single person, they were under great mental pressure.

Most of the soldiers returned to the camp and went to sleep with their clothes on. The sound of snoring could be heard one after another in the camp.

The sky was getting light and the east was getting bright.

Just when the soldiers in the Iltsk Oasis Camp were sleeping soundly, roars and sounds of fighting were suddenly heard in the camp.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, kill, kill, kill!"

"You still dare to attack me? Take my sword. Kill, kill, kill!!"

"My son, I'm sorry for you, my son, please don't die!"

In the tent, Tiele, who was lying on the bed and undressing to sleep, suddenly jumped off the bed with his eyes half closed. After jumping off the bed, the roarer rushed out.

His roar woke up the tribesmen who were also sleeping. The tribesman in the same tent with him suddenly woke up from his sleep. After seeing Tiele rushing out with a spear, he rushed out with his weapon without thinking.

Soon, the barbarian soldiers who had slept in their clothes all rushed out of the tent with their weapons in hand. They followed Tiele Pu Jian and rushed towards another tent while watching the enemy attack.

"Kill, you damn two-legged sheep, I'll chop you to death, I'll chop you to death, and you still dare to stare at me, I'll chop you to death!"

Tiele Pucheng, who rushed out of the tent and was at the front, saw a soldier coming out of another tent and rushed up without knowing why. While rushing, he roared and shouted to kill him, and his only remaining left arm was severely injured.

The barbarian soldier, who had just woken up from his sleep and rushed out of the tent when he was attacked, immediately chose to fight back. He swung his saber and chopped off Tiele Pucheng's head.

Blood spurted out violently, splashing onto the soldiers following Tiele Pucheng.

Stimulated by death and blood, the soldier behind Tiele Pucheng, who had just woken up from his sleep, swung his sword and slashed at the opposite side.

The two sides were immediately in chaos, and the sound of fighting resounded throughout the Iltsk Oasis camp. After hearing the sound of fighting, the soldiers in other tents subconsciously jumped up from their beds, and they immediately rushed out of the tents with their weapons.

Outside the tent, there were crowds of people.

The soldier who had just rushed out of the tent had no idea what was going on. He instinctively joined the battle and slashed at the enemy with his knife.

Fighting, roaring, blood, and screaming.

The intertwined sounds seemed like a bewitching war song from the depths of hell. All the soldiers who were devoured began to fight instinctively.

They don't know who the enemy is, nor do they need to know who the enemy is.

All they knew was to swing their knives and kill all the living people in front of them.

The melee and fighting soon spread throughout the entire Iltsk Oasis camp. All the soldiers who rushed out of the tents were drawn into the battle. Even soldiers at the level of self-cultivation such as the Five White Wolves and Five Snow Foxes were forced to join the battle.

If they don't kill others, others will kill them.

There was fog today, not heavy, but during the dim light, it was just enough for the soldiers, who were blinded by killing intent, to barely see the enemy's appearance.

With the death of Tiele Pucheng, the smell of blood, the roars and screams, the soldiers of the Iltsk Oasis Camp fell into madness.

There were few sober people under the roar of the camp. Even if there were sober soldiers and generals, they were not strong enough to rule a country and could not control the crazy soldiers.

The air was thick with blood and flames shot up into the sky. The howls of the soldiers at the Iltsk Oasis Camp were also transmitted to other tribesmen in the camp.

After Wuzhuliuruo stopped his tribesmen from performing cremation ceremonies and arrested and imprisoned all those who performed sacrifices and performed cremation ceremonies, some tribesmen in the Iltsk Oasis became dissatisfied with Wuzhuliuruo.

As the camp roared, flames shot up into the sky and the camp was in chaos. The barbarians from the Iltsk Oasis who were captured for cremation saw the flames shooting up into the sky and subconsciously thought that other people in the camp were being cremated.

They all took their weapons, gathered from house to house, and groped their way into the camp.

The sounds of fighting and shouting were intertwined, making it impossible to tell what was happening. The family members of the barbarians who were captured for cremation did not charge into the camp and take advantage of the turmoil in the camp, but bypassed the camp and went to the dungeon to rescue their children and husbands.

Wuzhuliuruo, who was sleeping with two soft and sweet slaves in her arms, was awakened by the sound of fighting.

After the king left Iltsk Oasis, the northern army in Yancheng Town continued to attack them. As the only leader of Iltsk Oasis, Wuzhuliuruo was under great pressure during this period.

As a man of Qi family background, Wuzhuliuruo was under great pressure, so he would vent his stress on women. Every night Wuzhuliuruo would vent his stress on two women. Only in this way could he sleep.

The roars, sounds of fighting, and screams woke up Wuzhuliuruo who was sleeping soundly. He suddenly pushed away the woman in the bed with him, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Why are there sounds of fighting in the camp?
Could it be that the Yancheng Town Northern Army has attacked us?
Why didn't the soldiers under his command notice the attack by the northern army in Yancheng Town?

Wuzhuliuruo was full of questions. He quickly put on his armor and walked out of the tent, then saw a soldier under his command walking towards him in a hurry.

Before Wuzhuliuruo could scold him, the soldier fell to his knees, his body trembling continuously, his face extremely pale:
"Captain, the camp is howling."

Camp Roar???

Camp Roar!!!

When Wuzhuliuruo heard the words "camp roar", he felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes and became dizzy.

(End of this chapter)