Early the next morning, the Yellow Turban bandits buried their pots and cooked rice, preparing to fight. Lin Meng led his men to defend a fifty-meter-long section of the city wall. Behind him stood a hundred Xu Prefecture soldiers in neat rows.
Some of them were covered in blood and killing intent, while others looked nervous and panicked. However, all of them looked at Meng Lin with envy. This was the 100-man team that Meng Lin had formed last night. More than 20 of them were veterans who had gone through bloody battles, and the remaining 70 were recruits.
However, they had all heard of Meng Lin's deeds. He had jumped from a small soldier to a hundred generals. Everyone could not help but be envious. The recruits were full of admiration. Apparently, they regarded Meng Lin as their idol. On the other hand, the seasoned soldiers looked disdainful. They obviously thought that Meng Lin wasn't worthy of being their boss, but they didn't dare to say anything because of military rules.
"Du He, later you take your men to guard the left side, understand?”Meng Lin suddenly shouted.
"Yes, this general will obey!"
A two-meter-tall, muscular man who looked like an iron tower stepped forward and roared. He held a two-meter-long machete in his hand. Although the armor on his body was tattered, a valiant aura assaulted his senses.
Du He was the strongest among the group. He was a Level 25 Warrior, much stronger than Meng Lin. He used to be a captain. After Meng Lin discovered him, he promoted him to the position of Uncle Du and commanded fifty people.
What Meng Lin saw in him was his potential, which was 60. This meant that as long as he was trained well, he would definitely have the potential to reach level 60 in the future. He was a talent of a commandant.
"Guo Chuan, defend the right side, understand?”Meng Lin shouted again.
"Yes, General."
A thin young man walked out. He was skinny and could not be compared to Du He at all, but his eyes were bright and sharp.
Guo Chuan was a Level-23 Warrior who was good at swordsmanship. He had a potential of more than 50 and was worth nurturing.
The other sergeants and sergeants were all appointed by Meng Lin himself. Each of them had been appraised by the Unique System and were definitely suitable for his position. Although this team had a lot of new recruits, they definitely had the potential to become a very strong team.
"Aiyoh, he's still pretending to be decent. Who doesn't know that this guy is an idiot? His strength is only a little stronger than ordinary soldiers.”
"That's right, I wonder if Lord Zang Ba has taken the wrong medicine to actually appoint such a fellow as a hundred men general.”
The two Hundred-man Generals nearby mocked Lin Meng in displeasure and glared at him provocatively. They were obviously jealous. Meng Lin was too lazy to care about them, but his soldiers were so agitated that their faces turned red.
No matter what, Meng Lin was still their commander. How could they accept the humiliation of their commander?
Du He's eyes were filled with anger as he prepared to deal with them, but Meng Lin said coldly,"Stop, the war is coming. What do you want? Our enemies are Yellow Turban thieves, not a bunch of trash who only know how to talk. If you have the ability, kill more enemies later. Don't let the Yellow Turban thieves break through our defense line.”
"Yes, sir!" Du He replied unwillingly. He looked at Meng Lin with disdain and cursed him for being a coward.
The two hundred-man squads nearby laughed at the same time and muttered mockingly. They only stopped when the war drums of the Yellow Turban bandits 'attack sounded.
"Kill them!"
With earth-shattering shouts, the densely-packed Yellow Turban bandits surged over like a tide. They had yellow ribbons tied to their heads, held shields and machetes in their hands, and carried a large number of scaling ladders as they rushed over crazily.
A hundred thousand people charging forward, that kind of scene was simply earth-shattering. The legs of ordinary recruits would have long gone limp.
Meng Lin also gasped. This scene was too shocking. Fortunately, he had a strong adaptability and did not make a fool of himself. Taking a few deep breaths, Meng Lin's fighting spirit soared. Yellow Turban bandits were nothing. In the future, he was going to fight Lu Bu. How could he be scared by them?
Seeing that the Yellow Turban Thief had entered the firing range, Zang Ba roared,""Release the arrows!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Tens of thousands of arrows shot up into the sky like locusts, then whizzed down like raindrops, directly shooting large groups of Yellow Turban thieves into a hornet's nest. However, these Yellow Turban bandits still pushed forward crazily with their shields.
Meng Lin's eyes widened in shock. Just now, his men had shot hundreds of arrows and killed dozens of Yellow Turban thieves, bringing him more than 60 experience points.
"The people killed by my subordinates will also be counted as my experience points.”Meng Lin laughed wildly in his heart.
This time, was he still afraid of not having any experience points?
"Come on!" "Throw the rolling stones and logs, quick!" Lin Meng roared.”
"Yes, sir!"
Rumble!
A large pile of stones and wood was smashed down. The Yellow Turban bandits near the city wall were smashed to the point of crying for their parents. Many of them were even smashed into meat paste, and not even their whole corpses could be seen.
When the rolling stones and logs were all thrown, Lin Meng also directly rose to level 7. The Yellow Turban thieves 'ladder was finally set up, and they rushed up while shouting.
"Kill them!" Meng Lin pulled out his sword and roared. He slashed a soldier who had just rushed up into two halves.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The battle directly entered a white-hot stage. Everyone desperately hacked the Yellow Turban bandits who rushed up to them. This was a battle of life and death. They had to fight with all their might.
Meng Lin's subordinates also witnessed his madness. Meng Lin didn't know fatigue at all. Every time he slashed with his Zhanmadao, he could take the life of a Yellow Turban thief. He even dared to fight with his life against enemies stronger than him.
"What are you looking at?”Meng Lin roared and sent another Yellow Turban thief flying.
The way everyone looked at him quickly changed. Even the stubborn veterans had to admit defeat. Du He and Guo Chuan retracted the disdain in their eyes and began to follow behind Meng Lin.
Under the leadership of Meng Lin, the newly formed team of 100 people burst out with unparalleled terrifying combat strength and firmly blocked the enemy outside the city wall. No matter how many other places were lost, this section of the city wall was like a boulder in the torrent, not moving at all.
The soldiers fell one by one, but no one retreated. If his left hand was broken, he would use his right hand. If his right hand was broken, he would still have teeth. Even if he had to crawl, he would still bite the enemy's throat. Even if his intestines were flowing out, he would still carry the enemy and jump off the city wall.
Meng Lin's eyes were red with killing. The Zhanmadao in his hand broke one after another. In the end, he simply held two broadswords and kept hacking. Although his throat was hoarse, he kept roaring,""Kill them!"
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