Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 368: Relief

"Yes, the prince went to the mountain immediately. Tianchi Lake is related to the water supply of several surrounding cities. Once Tianchi Lake is breached, it means that the lifeline of several of our cities will be in the hands of the barbarians. When you came, it was probably too dark and you didn't see it. The main forces of both sides are over there. The mountain road is full of corpses. The prince and his men were originally at the foot of the mountain, and then they retreated to the mountain step by step. But the barbarians came with too many people this time. They gathered many small tribes on the grassland to attack Linyuan together. The force is more than three times that of our Linyuan. They are ready to capture Tianchi Lake in one breath."

Song Chunlin asked them how long they had been trapped, and his confidant replied ten days.

"Ten days? It's already been ten days. Why didn't you send someone to Baita City for help earlier?"

The confidant smiled bitterly: "Go, of course you can go. We don't know when those barbarians came. After they gathered, they immediately launched an attack on us. At that time, the entire Linyuan City was surrounded and the prince was injured before he could get out of here and take charge at the foot of the mountain. Young Master Song, it's not that we don't want to ask for help, but the people we sent out, without exception, died halfway, and in the end..." When he said this, the confidant's voice became choked with sobs.

"What happened in the end? Did someone run away in the end?"

The confidant nodded, his eyes were red, and the words he spoke were spoken with gritted teeth.

"It was Madam. They were the ones who used themselves as bait to protect the young master from leaving the city. The seven of them committed suicide together at the city gate, allowing the others to protect the young master and escape from Linyuan City."

The confidant lowered his head as he spoke, and everyone else around him also lowered their heads, and one could even hear soft sobs.

Song Chunlin had never witnessed such a tragic scene with his own eyes, but just imagining it made him feel so heartbroken.

The confidant continued, "Those damn barbarians, they knew that the military strength in the city was not as strong as that in the mountains, so they sent people to attack the city gates in turns, and... they also clamored, saying that our prince was very lucky and even had seven beautiful concubines..." The confidant couldn't say the rest of the words.

But Song Chunlin guessed something from the embarrassed expressions on their faces. The invaders could raise such questions at this time, and their purpose was obvious.

"... Madams, they, they did this in order not to embarrass the prince and also to get the young masters out, that's why..." At this point, the confidant seemed to see that afternoon again. It was already dusk and the sky was very dark, but the magical thing was that he could actually see the expressions on the ladies' faces.

Seven people, dressed in their best, walked out of the city gate. The barbarians on the opposite side made strange and incomprehensible noises, but they were silent on their side, and no one said a word. They just watched the seven people embark on a road to death in full view of everyone.

Because of the death of the seven ladies, their people were able to successfully tear open a gap, and finally they were able to successfully send the three young masters out.

When Song Chunlin heard that they had actually sent three children away, he carefully recalled what happened on his way here. He suddenly remembered the man who was galloping past and the horse under his crotch, so he immediately asked his confidant whether the prince's best horse had been sent out.

The confidant replied yes.

"Those horses were rare and good. The prince usually treated them well. At the critical moment, the horses were particularly brave. There were six horses in total, plus the horses of our guards. A total of 24 people broke out and took the three young masters away. We asked them to run in different directions, so that they had a better chance of winning. I don't know if they escaped successfully."

Song Chunlin firmly told the other party: "They ran away, really, I saw them on the way here."

As for whether the man was holding a child in his arms, Song Chunlin could no longer remember clearly. The other person was wearing a cloak and was running very fast. Now only the flying dust was left. If he had known earlier, he would have written down more, at least to find out whether King Linyuan's son was still alive.

After these words were spoken, not only the confidants became alert, but everyone else also sat up straight, and those who could walk couldn't help but move their feet and walk to their side.

Song Chunlin took a deep breath and then told these people loudly: "I saw it. He escaped successfully, in the direction of Baita City. Don't worry, Gu Fengyue must have received the news and is on the way. Come on, all of us, cheer up and hold on a little longer. Reinforcements will be here soon!"

Hearing that reinforcements were on the way, the people who had persisted for ten days swept away their previous fatigue and shouted that they wanted to drive all the barbarians out of Dajing.

After Song Chunlin gave them a chicken blood injection, he did not forget to take out the spiritual spring water and distribute it to everyone. With the blessing of the spiritual spring water, the minor injuries on these people recovered almost visibly, and their physical fatigue disappeared completely. Many people said that they could now beat ten people alone.

After the confidant drank the last sip of the spiritual spring water, he felt that the depression that had accumulated over the past few days was swept away. He returned the bottle to Song Chunlin, raised his weapon and shouted.

"Brothers, let's go to the city gate. We must not let those damn barbarians set foot in the city gate today!"

"Okay! I swear to defend Linyuan City until my death."

"Let's go and kill these damn barbarians!"

A group of people rushed straight to the city gate in a menacing manner. At this time, someone came to report that a strange young man suddenly appeared, and then disappeared. Then the gate was hung up again by a bunch of vines.

The man spoke too excitedly and incoherently. Halfway through his speech, he glanced at the person next to his confidant, and this glance made him stand there in a daze.

"This...this guy..."

The confidant also looked at Song Chunlin, and thinking of the way Song Chunlin had just directed the vines, he understood a little bit. He signaled the people under him to go out first, and he would go over soon.

Song Chunlin was too lazy to hide his private possessions at this time, so he directly took out all the private possessions in the space.

The confidant king looked at the big round black ball in Song Chunlin's hand, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Song Chunlin explained to him: "Oh, this is explosives, but it's a failed product and not very stable. Take me to the city wall, I'll light those vines and throw them out, and kill whoever I can."

The confidant had a complicated look on his face. Why could this master make things sound so easy? They were facing two hundred thousand barbarians!

In the end, he still took Song Chunlin to the city wall. At this time, the battle situation was stalemate. The mutated vines were very powerful, but they could not withstand the large number of barbarians. They chopped them with knives, and some vines did not even have time to grow again before they were chopped into pieces by the roots.

When Song Chunlin came over, the wailing of the mutant vines echoed in his mind, making his head buzz and he almost missed a step on the stairs.

"Are you okay?" The confidant reached out and pulled him, not forgetting to ask for concern.

Song Chunlin shook his head to indicate that everything was fine. He stood on the city wall with his compound bow on his back, looking at the crowd of people below. These barbarians seemed determined to take over Linyuan City today. Even though it was completely dark, they were still reluctant to leave.

"The city gate was broken just now, and these barbarians thought they could capture Linyuan in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, the heavens didn't help them. The city gate was actually repaired by some vines. Hahahaha!"

"Okay, stop laughing, and quickly get rid of the people down there. Reinforcements are on the way."

"This is serious!"

"Really? This sharpshooter next to me saw it with his own eyes, how could it be fake?"

"..."

Song Chunlin ignored the silence around him. Without saying a word, he drew his bow and took aim. In no more than ten seconds, the arrow flew through the air. No one knew whether he hit the target in the dark night, but judging from his speed in drawing the bow and shooting, he should be able to hit a few targets, right?

The other archers on the city wall did not have any expectations for Song Chunlin's archery skills. However, as Song Chunlin's shooting speed became faster and faster, everyone went from having no expectations to being in disbelief in the end.

"What is he doing? How many barbarians can he hit with his random shooting?"

"That's right. I said this sharpshooter must be just a name. How can anyone shoot arrows like him?"

"A little brother is a little brother. It's ridiculous that he can be treated so lightly when his life is at stake."

Song Chunlin turned a deaf ear to the doubts around him, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Now!"

Then he leaned his whole body out. The people next to him didn't see his movement clearly, and he stood back. They were confused by his action and thought he was just trying to be cool. They had no idea that he had just thrown several bombs below. The bombs were caught by the vines, ignited with the torches of the barbarians next to him, and then thrown into the crowd one by one by the vines.

Because they were defective products, Song Chunlin was not sure whether these bombs would explode, how long it would take to explode, and how powerful the explosion would be. Everything was still unknown. Therefore, he stood on the city wall, opened the mental barrier to protect himself, held his breath and waited for the bombs to explode.

Fortunately, explosions were heard one after another in the barbarian army. The sound was quite loud, but the power was not as strong as Song Chunlin expected. It killed a group of people at once, and the largest explosion only took the lives of a dozen people.

Song Chunlin was still regretting that not enough people were killed in the explosion, but everyone else was shocked by the noise, and Manzi was even more frightened by the explosion.

"Did you see that? What the hell is that? It's so powerful!"

"I saw it too. Oh my god, who threw this thing? Why don't you bring more? It would be best to kill all those barbarians. Damn it, I've been so frustrated these past few days."

The confidant looked at Song Chunlin, who was frowning with dissatisfaction, and then looked at the group of dancing vines below, thinking something in his mind.

Sure enough, not long after, Song Chunlin repeated the same trick, leaned out again, and threw bombs to the vines from top to bottom. He and the vines cooperated well. There were several duds in the bombs this time, and they did not explode after being ignited. The effect was not as good as the previous time. Song Chunlin expressed deep regret.

Since the bombs are not effective, it's his turn to show his power.

He took out glass bottles, alcohol and cotton from the space and made them into Molotov cocktails. This was an inspiration he got from watching a movie. After lighting the Molotov cocktails, he arranged the vines as pitchers to throw them out. The effect of the Molotov cocktails was no less than that of bombs. At least this one was more stable and there would be no duds. The successive Molotov cocktails soon engulfed the barbarians on the ground in a sea of fire. Song Chunlin continued his efforts and asked the people around him to start making Molotov cocktails together.

Although these people didn't know why this young man could take out so many things at once, the situation was urgent and there was no time for them to think too much. They began to make Molotov cocktails according to Song Chunlin's instructions, helping to fill them with alcohol and stuff them with cotton.

Soon, dozens of Molotov cocktails were made. Song Chunlin asked them to light the bottles and then throw them hard at the barbarians below.

In an instant, a row of Molotov cocktails cut through the darkness and fell into the crowd in a parabola. The glass bottles were smashed, and the alcohol inside spilled everywhere and was ignited by the flames. Some of the unlucky ones were directly drenched in alcohol and soon turned into fire men, running around in the crowd in pain.

Seeing that the barbarians below were in chaos, everyone on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the barbarians would be able to retreat soon.

"Phew, it's almost done. Let's hold on a little longer. Gu Sima from Baita City will definitely come to rescue us!"

"it is good!"

This was the first good news they had heard since they were besieged. They immediately began to fight bravely against the enemy.

Song Chunlin had used up all his bombs and incendiary bombs, that is, glass bottles. He was thinking that next time he would go to the glass factory to get more glass bottles and put them in the space. If the alcohol was used up, he could use strong liquor, which could also be used to burn things.

He drew his bow and shot arrows again. Although in the eyes of others it seemed that Song Chunlin was shooting arrows randomly, in fact, every arrow he shot hit the enemy's soldiers in the head accurately, leaving no chance for survival for them.

The confidant next to him also thought that Song Chunlin was fooling around at first, but after seeing the power of the bombs and incendiary bombs, he felt more and more that Song Chunlin was not the kind of person who would play around at a critical moment.

Unfortunately, it was too dark, and he couldn't see clearly where Song Chunlin's arrow landed, nor did he know whether he hit the target or not.

However, the mood of the barbarians below was even more complicated, because some of them discovered with horror that their soldiers seemed to be shot in the head by the opponent's archers. This could not go on, because the opponent's archers' accuracy was too good, and they really could not withstand it.

"What archer? Can he still shoot in the head in this situation?" After listening to his subordinates' words, a small leader suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had encountered this feeling somewhere before.

Where is it?

While he was thinking, a feather arrow hit the head of a soldier not far in front of him. The soldier fell straight in front of him with an arrow stuck in his head.