Chapter 1353 - 332: Bloody Battle (3)_2

Chapter 1353: Chapter 332: Bloody Battle (3)_2

Hui An didn’t understand what "public custom" meant, but he could clearly see a red line dividing the Yan people and Jin people, who looked no different in appearance, into two halves.

Guo Dong didn’t know what his partner was thinking at the moment,

After dealing with his wounds, he just felt hungry inside,

and said:

"Why hasn’t dinner started yet?"

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"

The whistle sounded.

The officers managing the auxiliary soldiers from Snow Sea liked to use whistles to convey messages, and this was the order for the auxiliary soldiers to assemble.

Guo Dong and Hui An dared not delay and immediately grabbed their shields and ran out to line up.

The ranks were noticeably thinner than in the morning.

They had returned, but many others were still lying tired beneath the city walls, probably missing today’s dinner.

"March out of the camp, dinner will be eaten at another camp today."

Though everyone was tired and hungry, no one dared to be dissatisfied because the officers from Snow Sea had long taught them obedience with sticks.

And having been on the battlefield, they had a more profound understanding of the term "military command."

But Guo Dong couldn’t help but mutter:

"I really want to have another slice of melon at dinner."

Hui An smiled,

In fact,

there was something he didn’t say,

The flesh of a watermelon is red and it takes a life to eat.

......

"Is there anything going on with the lord today?"

Gou Moli asked as he walked within the camp with the blind man.

The blind man shook his head and said, "Nothing much, only that the Chu people have some methods."

In a short time, finding the target, disguising, hiding among the heavy armored soldiers leaving the city, then mingling into the slave soldiers to move into the Yan Army formation, and finally focusing all their inner energy to shoot an arrow.

This kind of situation control, analysis and utilization, quick and careful planning, decisive assassination, such an assassin, even if not successful, can indeed be considered excellent.

Of course, if only Lord Zheng didn’t have the Sword Saint with him today, even though the assassin’s arrow was shot at such a distance, avoiding it wouldn’t have been difficult.

It was precisely because the Sword Saint was on the carriage that Lord Zheng didn’t let the personal guards on the carriage and only had them guard the perimeter, plus Lord Zheng’s own responsiveness and Mo Wan’s ability, handling this arrow was not an issue.

The most fundamental reason was,

that the assassin’s attack distance, even if it had infiltrated so deeply, when facing the carriage placed so far back as the target, he must have felt quite desperate.

Gou Moli nodded and said: "This is probably because today’s siege gave the Chu defenders significant pressure, even though they didn’t actually scale the walls, the posture already made the Chu uneasy.

Such an assassin would be extremely valuable in the Chu camp, yet they were dispatched on the first day for a mission doomed to no return."

Whether the assassination succeeded or not, once the assassin shot that arrow, he could only die.

The blind man nodded.

The pressure on the Chu was, of course, immense because initially, in the eyes of the Chu, the Yan were not adept at sieging, and the number of large equipment pushed forward today was superior in quality, even surpassing that of the Chu.

Especially the Yan’s catapults, outnumbering and outperforming those of the Chu.

Tactically, as soon as the Chu’s saw a catapult firing, the Yan would immediately calculate the position of the Chu’s catapults within the city based on the stone’s landing and conduct counterattacks.

This meant that the Yan Army not only had no shortage of master craftsmen skilled in siege equipment but also had no shortage of capable generals adept at siege warfare.

At this moment,

Gou Moli and the blind man passed by a place where wild people slaves were gathered, and they were huddled together while in the distance, several soldiers were throwing food over the fence to them.

It really was, throwing.

These wild people, like chickens and ducks being raised in a pen, started scrambling when food was thrown in.

The blind man said: "Although their food standards aren’t high, it shouldn’t be to this extent."

Wild slave soldiers are not valuable, but they weren’t so worthless as to miss a meal.

They should die at East Mountain Fort or under the walls of the future Town South Pass, not starve here.

It’s not pity,

but considered a bad bargain.

And in this camp specifically for holding wild slaves, one side housed all adult men, while the other side housed women and children, separating the two.

This was a very strange arrangement.

Gou Moli spoke: "I ordered it this way; we can’t let them eat too much, nor be too kind to them. Treat them like pigs and dogs, and they feel more at ease themselves."

"Hehe."

"Do you think I’m being too harsh on my own kind?"

The blind man shook his head and said: "Your people aren’t that many anymore."

Aside from the tribe Sang Hu brought back, no, to be precise, even within the tribe Sang Hu brought back, those truly loyal to the wild people’s king were very few.

And now, the wild tribes active on the snow plains, including these slave soldiers before us, were to some extent betrayers of the wild people’s king’s mission.

"I’m doing it for their own good; you don’t know how strong our wild people’s survival endurance is. As long as there’s a mouthful to eat, they can huddle in a corner for half a day without moving, even if you step on their face with your boot, they would just silly smile back at you.

Most of them,

have no dignity and are not used to having any dignity.