Chapter 2006: The Bottom Line of War

"Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Tushan Fang lowered his voice, "The main force of the Black Armor Army is already not far outside the city!"

His body was covered in bloodstains, he seemed unaware of it himself, only grabbing Fan Shuang's arm and pointing to the west gate, "The enemy is coming, don't linger, withdraw quickly!"

Fan Shuang then noticed that his leg wound was deep, and he walked with a slight limp.

Behind them, few townspeople came anymore, but the sound of horse hooves was urgent, and there was the clashing of weapons. Fan Shuang then supported his own mother, running west together with his father.

The west gate was congested, everyone was scrambling to escape. Two large carts collided and blocked the road, the cart owners hadn't even had time to start arguing before they were dragged to the side, and the carts were also lifted away.

Fan Shuang looked back twice, each time seeing the carnage behind him, blood and qi surging, as if he also caught a glimpse of Tushan Fang and others' figures. They were busy swinging their blades to kill enemies, striving to buy more evacuation time for non-combatants.

Everyone ran frantically, feeling as if time had never been so hard to endure, every minute and second was agonizing.

Fan Shuang finally witnessed the cruelty of war with his own eyes, in just one night, it could destroy a small town's peace, it could destroy the livelihoods of thousands upon thousands.

The sky suddenly darkened, several giant eagles swooped down to seize people, harassing the civilians fleeing the city.

They liked to seize their prey and lift it into the sky, then drop it from a height to smash it to death.

One of them grabbed a half-grown child, Fan Shuang picked up a brick from the ground and threw it, but missed. The avian demon hovered in midair, about to cackle at him twice, but was pierced through the heart by an arrow from a rushing Black Armor Army warrior, falling back to the ground.

The archer was a comrade of Tushan Fang, who had previously saved the Fan family together with Tushan Fang. Fan Shuang remembered his surname was Xu, and Tushan Fang always called him Old Xu.

The child's mother rushed over to embrace the child, Fan Shuang waved at Old Xu, who also nodded and pointed at the west gate, urging everyone: "Hurry, hurry!"

As Old Xu was about to turn, the earthen wall on his left rear suddenly collapsed, a large horse burst out like lightning, knocking him flying.

Everyone cried out in alarm.

Taking advantage of this momentum, the horseman swung his blade to slash.

Old Xu couldn't dodge in time, only raising his hands to shield his head.

Blood flashed, his entire arm was chopped off!

Fan Shuang exclaimed in shock: "Old Xu!"

Fan's father grabbed his shoulder and shouted: "Don't look, run!"

They had already reached the west gate, as long as they escaped, they could retreat to the mine caves.

Fan Shuang looked back again, only to see the bandit soldiers stab Old Xu in the chest with one blade, the latter somehow finding strength, actually gripping the enemy's arm and dragging him down from the horseback with sheer force.

"Damn!" Fan Shuang wrenched free from his father's hand and rushed back, picking up a slab brick along the way, taking advantage of their struggle, he aimed at the bandit's occiput and smashed it five times in a row with thuds.

Each blow was struck with all his might.

When he struck the third time, the opponent ceased all movement.

Fan Shuang feared it wasn't enough, so he struck two more times, seeing the enemy's head full of blood, he fainted.

At this moment, several city guard soldiers arrived, saying "Make way," and with a casual swipe chopped off the bandit's head, then went to check Old Xu's pulse, their faces darkened, and they shook their heads.

The breath Old Xu had mustered dissipated when Fan Shuang smashed down the enemy.

Fan Shuang stared at his blood-covered face, his throat choked, unable to speak for a moment. He then heard those few city guard soldiers say: "Hurry back to the east wing, that's where the distress whistle is blown!"

"The city wall's fire oil is running low..."

These few people had already turned and left, but Fan Shuang heard this sentence, and suddenly called out: "Wait, I know where there is fire oil! Old Zhang's general store on Plank Street, the fourth one from east to west!"

Fire oil is a fuel refined from black oil, and is also an important military supply.

These few soldiers looked back at him: "You're sure?"

"Sure!" Fan Shuang said quickly, "There are eighteen jars, each ten jin! The Baihua City just delivered them this morning, originally meant to be entered into the accounts tomorrow! That Old Zhang general store has long been deserted, and it's also where we stockpile supplies..."

Seeing these people still seemed a bit puzzled, he gritted his teeth and said: "I'll take you there!"

Since Chengcheng took in surrounding refugees, including Plank Street, the alleys had opened countless shops. Just on Plank Street, the shops called Old Zhang's General Store numbered six, two of which had small and dim signs, easily missed if not noticed.

If Fan Shuang didn't lead the way, these people might not be able to find it.

Lady Wang exclaimed in alarm: "Shuang'er, the city is dangerous..."

"Father, take Mother and leave first, absolutely do not look back!" Fan Shuang leapt onto the large horse, speaking solemnly, "I will be unharmed, wait for the good news from the Black Armor Army!"

Having said that, he deeply glanced at his parents once, turned the horse's head, and galloped away.

Those few soldiers closely followed behind.

Fan's father's eye sockets were also red, but he grabbed Lady Wang with one hand, stopping her, and firmly pulled her toward the west gate: "Listen to your son, go, your son knows what he's doing!"

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Tushan Fang had just rushed back to the main city gate when he heard a buzzing sound from above.

He looked up, a large swarm of hornets came buzzing at him, each hornet larger than a jujube.

If stung by dozens of them, the whole person would surely swell up in two circles? Even though Tushan Fang killed people like hemp, he was still greatly startled at this moment, hurriedly dodging.

But the hornet swarm pursued him relentlessly, seemingly recognizing him as the enemy chief.

He ran while grabbing the wine sack from his waist, took a big gulp, then casually seized a torch, aiming at the hornet swarm and letting out a "puff."

Spraying fire.

The flame was still an eerie green color.

The hornet swarm didn't fear ordinary fire, just couldn't be bothered to dodge. Who would have thought that being hit by this green fire would blacken a large area, hornets falling like rain in midair.

A few years ago, Tushan Fang met a high person on the road, who said he was destined to suffer a great calamity, if he got through it his future would be bright, if not then this body would be finished. This sack of wine was given to him by that person, specifically to treat insect and worm afflictions, see if it could help him pass this tribulation.

The hornet swarm suffered a great loss, dared not to swoop at him again, landed and gathered into a large demon, human height, limbs like sickles, charging at him with two swipes.

If not for being drenched by a large amount of the sprayed liquid, this demon should have been over eight feet tall.

Three guards rushed forward, but were chopped into slices by its hand rising and blade falling, with a few crack sounds.

So fast! Tushan Fang startled, this monster's movements even brought about an afterimage.

Afterwards, the insect demon rushed straight at him, Tushan Fang blocked a few strikes, then knew he was no match. This thing's strength was extremely strong, not to mention, the sickle also carried a shockwave, each time weapons clashed, it shook his arms numb and hot.

Tushan Fang only glanced at the outside of the city, when a piece of flesh was sliced off his shoulder, hurting so much he gritted his teeth.

The enemy troops below surged forward in a dark mass toward the city, but far off there was still a large force.

Guo Baoyu should be there.

What is he waiting for?

At that moment, bright horn calls rang out from the west and south.

Behind the hill and within the dense forest, a dark mass of troops surged out!

The Black Armored Army! Tushan rejoiced greatly, gathering his strength and letting out a thunderous shout: "The Black Armored Army has come, hold Wengcheng!"

The city erupted in cheers.

A hundred days—they had held on for a hundred days, front and back, and finally reinforcements arrived!