After the immortal disappeared

Of course, there will always be nimble enemies who can dodge the scythe and come over to kill them with their swords. The sickle gun lost all threat to them, but caused a lot of inconvenience to the holder. At this time, it was necessary for the soldiers from Yuheng City in the back row to rush up and take up their positions, drawing out their swords.

The door panel was covered in blood, and suddenly I heard screams from the left, and I looked back -

Several giant bears rushed ashore to attack people.

Their bodies were too wide and their hides were too thick, so the scythes could not be clamped or broken open, so the giant bears began to bite the scythe soldiers, performing a show of eating alive people.

"Kill those bears!" Otherwise, the defensive front will be breached.

The door panel roared loudly, and he was about to rush over to kill the bear, but he saw a figure jumping three feet, hitting the back of a giant bear like a stone, and the spear in his hand pierced the neck!

The giant bear fell down at the sound, and died before it even had time to struggle.

It was Sha Wei.

The monk sent by Lingshan raised his chin towards the door panel.

"What a stinky fart!" The door panel spat on the ground, looking for bad luck from another giant bear.

In this riverbank battle, the focus of both sides is to seize the embankment.

If the vanguard of Bega can occupy the river embankment, the army under the embankment can climb up, and the next step can be to seize the sentry tower and auxiliary city.

If the Yuheng army loses the river embankment, the auxiliary city will be in danger.

This is the first battle, and both sides have reasons to fight.

Until late at night, Yuhengjun still firmly guarded the river embankment and did not let the opponent break through the bottom line.

At three o'clock in the ugly hour, Bai Moji saw that there was still no hope of seizing the embankment after several attacks, and his own soldiers were no longer as brave as before. Finally, he paid the gold and ordered his troops to retreat to the east bank of the river by boat.

Needless to say, the Yuheng army took advantage of the victory to pursue them, and arrows rained like locusts during their retreat.

At dawn, the river bank was in a mess.

Dead bodies, explosion craters, arrows, and broken magic weapons were everywhere.

The soldiers guarding the embankment were also exhausted, but they held up their weapons and cheered loudly towards the other side.

The enemy retreated.

They won this battle!

He Lingchuan stood on the sentry tower overlooking the river bank and exhaled a long breath.

The significance of winning the first battle is extremely important, even surpassing the battle itself.

Before the war began, although his Seymour Army and Yuheng City Army had been fully mobilized, they were still a little apprehensive in the face of the prestigious Bega army.

They are not the Gale Army and the Panlong Army, they have not been tempered by blood and fire, and they do not have the determination and heroism of "even if there are thousands of people, I will go".

They have not been established for a long time, and no matter how hard the training is, it cannot replace the training of life and death.

So before the war started, He Lingchuan was actually more nervous than anyone else.

If they lose this battle, Bejia's army will not be able to take Yuheng City for a while. But they will cast an insurmountable shadow in the hearts of the soldiers and civilians of Yuheng City. How many times will He Lingchuan win in a row to eliminate this influence?

Fortunately, they won.

Although it can't be said to be a great victory, just repelling an enemy attack, this victory established the confidence of Yuheng's soldiers and civilians and strengthened their confidence to face Bejia.

This is a "disenchantment" process.

From "can win" to "dare to win".

His warriors have realized that Bega's army is not invincible and that myths can be broken.

There will be many people who cannot stand it and fall on this millstone of flesh and blood. But the rest will soon become confident, calm and determined like him, like the Red General and the Gale Army.

At that time, they will be the sharp knife in his hand, the big tree on his back, and the confidence to challenge all enemies.

On the other side, Bega's camp.

Most of the one or two thousand people who were washed away by the water came back on their own.

Bai Moji's roar echoed in the Chinese army tent for more than two quarters of an hour.

He angrily criticized the water-proof barrier for being in disrepair before the war. He angrily criticized the battalions for their inability to advance or retreat and had too many flaws. "Everyone claims to be an elite soldier and a strong general, but he was beaten back by little Yuhengcheng with a slap in the face. It's a shame and a huge humiliation!"

The course and result of this battle were not what he expected.

They have the best soldiers, the best formations, and the best equipment. The failure to win itself is a great shame for Bega's army!

The generals lowered their heads and remained silent, occasionally exchanging glances secretly.

Lu Wushuang rested his chin on his hands and listened quietly to his coach's anger.

Sure enough, Bai Moji's artillery fire quickly turned to her: "During the second charge, why didn't the Siro Army on the east side fill their positions in time and went up the embankment slowly?"

The Siro army was indeed defeated, but the numbers were there and they were useful.

Lu Wushuang said seriously: "Next time, they will be ready."

Where has the Siro army ever encountered a large-scale head-on confrontation of this intensity before? In the first round of charge, a large area fell, like harvested wheat.

The quality and fighting spirit of this team is really... not to mention that she has only taken over for a few days?

But she is the military governor, and it is her duty to urge the Xi Luo army to go to the battlefield, and there is no excuse for it.

Bai Moji scolded a few more words, and then concluded:

"For us, this is just a little trial loss."

If you don’t fight for a while, the future will be long!

…

Within the next ten days, Baimoji attacked four more times.

Bega's army was determined to go ashore, but Yuheng City refused to let it stand firm and was always trying to defeat them.

Bai Moji led his men to climb up the earth embankment twice, but only halfway there they were beaten back by He Lingchuan.

There was no way out for both sides, and both sides were working hard.

As the attacker, Bejia became more and more angry as they fought, while in Yuheng City, as the defender, the army became more confident as they fought.

What Beijia army, what invincible? That's all!

Were they still defeated us every time?

He Lingchuan repeatedly ordered the whole army not to take it lightly.

After the fifth battle, Wen Daolun came to He Lingchuan to discuss military affairs, smiling: "Beijia has fought five battles, and now they can't even get up the embankment. Commander Zhong was very happy and drank several glasses of wine last night."

Although it was He Lingchuan who forced the Beijia army to fight, Panlong City was also prepared to support the eastern front. As a result, Yuheng City not only withstood Beijia's attack, but also seemed to be getting smoother and smoother.

This was something Zhong Shengguang didn't expect. He thought that even if the Yuheng army could resist, they would sacrifice their lives and fight with all their strength.

Xin Yi just strode in from outside, dressed in military uniform, holding his helmet by his side with one arm.

He Lingchuan saw that he was walking vigorously, which was very different from the humble and gentle a few months ago.

Only by going to the battlefield and fighting, fighting with teammates, and exchanging lives with the enemy, can such a transformation occur.

"Captain Xin, what's the situation in your regiment?"

Since the war with the Beijia army, at Xin Yi's strong request, He Lingchuan allocated more than 200 people to him and asked him to take them to the battlefield.

This guy is itching to do it, and he doesn't want to sit on the sidelines.

What's the old saying, you can't learn to swim just by paddling on the shore.

For things like fighting, you have to practice it yourself.