I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

Xifan people are very capable of fighting, but also very reckless, Ye Zhuolin has long heard of their ferocity and brainlessness.

But he didn't expect Xifan to be so reckless, holding an attitude of dying together, biting everywhere like a crazy beast, and they were quite painful from the bite.

With this posture, if Xiao Lulu hadn't invented the explosive bomb to defeat Xifan, then Nan Zhao really couldn't stand this kind of fierce fighting style.In fact, although nearly half of the city of Xifan has been plundered, the loss of personnel is actually not that great. Most of the lost items are equipment such as plain knives, armor and iron, and the people of Xifan have very hard fists, and their close combat ability is far superior to that of Xifan. Nan Zhao.It has been raining for the past two days, and the artillery is useless at all. Fighting hard with flesh and blood, they have no advantage.

If they really confront each other like this, they will indeed not lose, but the subsequent losses will be very heavy, at least they will not be able to recover in the next few years, and there is more than one Xifan on the border of Nanzhao.

On the premise of winning, the loss should be minimized.

This is what Ye Zhuolin was thinking when he swung his sword and slashed people.

The moon and stars are sparse, and it is a little clammy when it rains.Xifan chose to attack late at night, Ye Zhuolin was awakened by the sound of swords and swords in his light sleep, and began to fight with curses.

A group of brain-damaged people who are about to die and destroy the country will do this kind of thing that hurts others and does not benefit themselves.

Feeling uneasy about being woken up, Ye Zhuolin cut a soldier's throat with a sword, and blood gushed out. Ye Zhuolin's face was splashed with blood, wet and sticky. human throat.

I'm so annoying.

Well, it's almost over anyway.

This fight went straight from midnight to sunrise, Ye Zhuolin felt that if he continued like this, not only would he have dark circles under his eyes, but he would die suddenly.

Xifan is too capable, with so much energy, fighting and harassing every day, isn't he tired?Filled with righteous indignation, Ye Zhuolin deflected the sword blade stabbing at him from behind, and used this gap to observe the situation.

You can't fight hard, or you will lose too much.

At this moment, Xifan finally used his brains, and no longer used his flesh and blood to head-on, but took out a thing like a trebuchet, and attacked the city hummingly. An arc was drawn in the air, as if there was a faint fire.

Ye Zhuolin realized something was wrong almost instantly.

The catapult is not filled with stones, but...

"Get down!" Ye Zhuolin roared.

That's the bomb!The trebuchet dropped a bomb!I was careless, something like a trebuchet, which is difficult to control the time and angle, actually dared to drop a bomb?Aren't you afraid to blow yourself up?

The bomb dropped was indeed at a wrong angle, and it barely hit the city wall without causing any damage.Xifan, however, persevered and continued to throw bombs with trebuchets, while the cavalry attacked.

Such a reckless style of play is in line with Xi Fan's style of preferring death to surrender.

Ye Zhuolin was dressed in black armor, holding a longbow, with a dignified look on his face. He saw the black clouds of cavalry sweeping over the city like they were about to destroy it, but the bombs they threw didn't stop. Even if you blow up your own cavalry, you have to break through the city gates.

There is absolutely no way to go on like this, it is too passive.

Ye Zhuolin gritted his teeth, thinking about how many people he would use to go to the city to fight with others, but the assigned people would be put in danger immediately, if they were not hacked to death, they would also be killed by bombing, which was equivalent to dying indirectly.Such a loss is not worth it.

Ye Zhuolin picked up the longbow and tried to compare it.The distance of the trebuchet was just a few feet away from the shooting range, and there was a possibility of hitting it head-on. However, under such indiscriminate bombing, shooting arrows out of the head would also be extremely risky.

The bottom is already breaking down, Ye Zhuolin has attacked the city by himself, knowing that if there is nothing to do, the city will be broken sooner or later, so don't mention preserving strength.

Fight it out, it's not the first time anyway.

Ye Zhuolin suddenly got up, jumped up, stood on the edge of the city wall, and drew his bow like a moon.At this time, the sun was just rising, and the sun was just half exposed on the mountain, and Xi was slightly reddened.Ye Zhuolin happened to be standing in the light. If you look at it from the side, you can see Ye Zhuolin as if the whole body is wrapped in the morning light. His face is handsome, his outline is clear, his figure is heroic, and he seems to be full of vitality.

The 20-year-old General Fengzhi stood on the commanding heights, aimed at the catapult that had been ignited but not launched, drew his bow tightly, and shot an arrow.

The person in control wailed, clutched his bleeding chest, and immediately fell to the ground—he was hit.

Xifan is indeed very good at fighting, but in terms of details and strategies, after all, he is not in place. For example, the person who controls the trebuchet has an accident, and no one immediately takes over to replace him.Because Ye Zhuolin's second arrow followed closely behind, piercing the original substitute as well.The rear echelon of Xifan was in chaos in an instant.

It was like the fuze of the artillery was extinguished by water, and the bomb of the trebuchet was not thrown in time, which led to a more terrifying scene than the fuze of the artillery going out of control.

The artillery was blocked by a layer of iron sheets, and the trebuchet was a real explosion. Ye Zhuolin seemed to be able to feel such a heavy heat wave standing on the city wall.

At the same time, a cannonball exploded in his ears, his ears rang, and his back was hot and wet.Ye Zhuolin knew that his back was injured, probably another shrapnel hit him, the pain made him tremble a little, but the timing was good, he couldn't fall down.

"General! Your back!"

"It's okay...all follow me."

Accompanied by the flames in the distance, Ye Zhuolin led the army to clean up the besiegers. Seeing that the fight became weaker and weaker until no one was fighting, Ye Zhuolin wiped the blood from his face and grinned his teeth to announce the end. Back in the square.

It's so appropriate to faint now, it's both reasonable and heroic, but he seems to have thought of something, suddenly became more refined, wiped his hands covered with dirt, dust and blood with a handkerchief, and put them in the front of his shirt for a while. He touched it, as if he had found something, he paused for a moment, and smiled, only then was he relieved and dizzy.

...

"What happened to him!"

Xiaolu rushed into the military tent, and saw Ye Zhuolin lying on the bed with frowning eyebrows, he was dizzy, undressed, and his back was full of sporadic wounds, to be precise, his skin was ripped apart from the blast.

The soldiers all knew Xiaolulu, but no one expected that Xiaolulu would come all the way here just to see if their general was okay.

Xiaolulu's fingertips trembled across Ye Zhuolin's already unsightly back, he wanted to touch it but dared not, as if the porcelain placed on the tip of his heart had been broken by someone.He is very anxious now, but he is so confused that he doesn't know what to do.

Xiaolulu took a deep breath, and with the thumbnail of his right hand scratched the palm of his left hand, he forced himself to be calm, and kept as calm as possible: "How did you get hurt? It's not a sword wound."

The soldier replied: "It's a bomb. Xifan has also researched the method of bombs and throwing them. Before he fainted, General Ye told us that this battle must be resolved as soon as possible. Otherwise, everything will be destroyed when Xifan improves the bombs and launchers." We have to do it all over again."

At this moment, Ye Zhuolin woke up, accompanied by a soft cough, the small voice was like thunder, Xiao Lulu trembled when he heard it, and immediately moved over: "Brother Ye."

Ye Zhuolin struggled to open his eyes, and was stunned when he heard Xiao Lulu's voice: "You..."

"I... I'll see what's going on with you." Xiaolulu's eyes aimed at his back intentionally or unintentionally.

Feeling the gaze, Ye Zhuolin looked back, coughed again involuntarily, turned around silently, trying to face Xiaolulu, and then found...his upper body was not wearing anything, and his chest was injured.

As soon as he turned around, Xiao Lulu immediately turned his face to the side to avoid it, but he still couldn't help but cast his eyes there, as if he really wanted to play a hooligan but had to give up because of the presence of someone nearby, it was very embarrassing.

The soldiers, guards and doctors on the side: "..."

Co-authoring us gets in the way, right?I bid farewell to you!

A group of rough men walked away aggressively, Xiao Lulu breathed a sigh of relief, and then... the majestic Guangming looked over with confidence.

Ye Zhuolin: "..."

Really has the potential to be a rogue.

His eyes lightly glanced at Ye Zhuolin's back where the skin was ripped apart and even his bones were exposed. Xiao Lulu almost couldn't breathe. The overlapping of real memories and previous dreams made him extremely horrified.

Yes, dying among thousands of troops is a dream.

But what if dreams come true?

Xifan's sacrificial style of play is very stupid and terrifying.

Ye Zhuolin noticed Xiao Lulu's serious expression, looked around and made sure there was no one around, then said with a dark face, "So, what do you want to come here alone?"

Xiaolulu came back to his senses, his words choked up because of his overly pessimistic thoughts: "I miss you so much, I can't help but come to see you."

"..." Ye Zhuolin's little anger, which was not worth mentioning, was completely extinguished by this vague cry. After holding back for a long time, he let out a helpless sigh, "Nonsense."

Falling into silence, a candle was lit in the tent, and the soft candlelight shone on the faces of the two, so delicate that the pores could be seen clearly.A gust of wind blew in from the tent opening, and the candle light moved slightly, making the light somewhat vaguely warm. Xiao Lulu, who had been silent for a while, suddenly half-knelt down, put his hands on the side of the bed, lowered his head, and the tips of their noses were almost Touched together, breathing intertwined.

Ye Zhuolin was taken aback, and instinctively reached out to put Xiaolulu's shoulder.

Previously, they borrowed the name of feeding medicine, and their lips and teeth touched a little bit, but when the incident happened, Ye Zhuolin's understanding of their relationship was still in the concept of good brothers who were born and died, and what he should do when he woke up It's all done, and now...

Feeling Ye Zhuolin's resistance, Xiaolulu had no choice but to suppress his emotions and back away awkwardly, with the loneliness that could not be hidden in his eyes.

Impulsive, it shouldn't be like this, and it's not a mutual love.

Seeing such a small road, Ye Zhuolin's heart twitched, and he said embarrassingly: "Uh, I have a cold recently, I'm afraid of infecting you, it's not that I hate you."

Xiaolulu looked listless: "Really?"

"Oh, of course it's true, you're my best brother, how could I hate you?"

However, Xiaolulu did not show a look of relief, but a look of deeper melancholy.

"Brother Ye."

"Huh?" Ye Zhuolin had a bad feeling.

"Brother Ye..." Xiao Lulu was almost cautious, and asked in a very soft voice, "Do you have... a little bit of different thoughts about me?"