Wei Shuma saw with his own eyes that the soldiers' fine iron armor had been deformed and pierced in many places, and then bright red blood flowed out from those small holes. The soldiers' screams did not last long and gradually subsided.
Although there were still two soldiers trying to call for help, Wei Shuma knew that they could only live a few more breaths longer than the others.
"I am Commander Wei Shuma. I remember your achievements and will definitely..."
Wei Shu immediately stepped forward, squatted down, and spoke to the two soldiers who were still conscious.
Before he finished speaking, the light in the soldiers' eyes disappeared.
But Wei Shuma knew it, and he couldn't continue.
According to tradition, he would say that he remembered the other party's merits and would reward him generously in the future.
But now, to whom should the merit be reported?
Who will reward me?
Who will receive the generous reward?
The people of Qinghe may not know how these soldiers and civilians were driven out, but how could he not know?
Most of the families of these soldiers were already in the first group that broke through.
Simply put, these soldiers who rushed through the barbed wire and jumped over the trenches were stepping on their own families.
There is no time left, we must bring more people with us to rush out.
Wei Shuma vaguely saw that Qinghe's heavy armored infantry began to move towards the center, apparently trying to block the road they opened.
Once the Qinghe people formed a blockade again, with the support of such explosive weapons, Wei Shuma did not think his army could hold out for long.
In fact, his own army was on the verge of collapse.
Wei Shuma clearly saw that his soldiers were frightened by the explosion and were running around in panic.
Fortunately, if it was a battle in the wild, the first choice of their soldiers when encountering such a situation would definitely be to flee back, and now they are already running away, so whether they are scared or not, they just have to run.
As for running back?
Hey, don't even think about it.
Wei Shuma looked back and saw that Yang Yizhen had already closed the city gate as agreed. The soldiers, having lost their minds and organization, had only one way to go: forward.
"Raise my flag!"
Wei Shuma shouted at his personal soldiers.
These personal soldiers were trained by him personally. Even in such an environment, they were able to follow his actions based on instinct and not run around like headless flies.
A recognition flag was raised on the battlefield.
Inscribed on it were seven large characters: "Commander of the Garrison Corps Wei".
This is also the most familiar flag of the entire garrison corps. Wherever this flag is, that is where their commander Wei Shuma is.
"Military order, all troops, follow me to charge. After breaking through, head east on your own!"
Wei Shuma threw away his weapon. He knew that the force of an old man was indeed dispensable at this time, but the appearance of a veteran on the battlefield would be much more effective.
Wei Shuma took over his own flag from his personal guards. This was the first time he held the flag himself since becoming a senior general.
He looked up at the sky. Well, the sky in Cambodia was very blue.
He looked at his own flag again. Well, the Cambodian flag was very beautiful.
He looked around again. Well, the Khmer warriors always managed to fight their way out.
...
He wanted to read more, but he didn't have time.
He waved his flag and ran as fast as he could, keeping it pointing in one direction, a direction that Qinghe's heavy armored infantry had not yet completely blocked.
He experienced firsthand the power of that weapon.
It was indeed extremely powerful, even the crossbow he had carefully crafted could not compare to it.
It's a pity that the explosion site was a bit far away, and I was only hit by a dozen holes, but I couldn't fly into the sky. To be honest, I have done everything over the years, but I have never flown into the sky.
Being used to seeing dead people, he understood what a last hurrah was.
There was no time left, so he quickly held the flag tightly under his armpit, then took his last breath and rushed towards the pile of corpses that looked like a small mountain.
In this way, as his body grew colder, the flagpole would be firmly clamped by him, and the pile of corpses and his own support would ensure that the flag would not fall and would always point in the direction where a breakthrough was needed.
Who did you learn this trick from?
Why can't I remember his name all of a sudden?
It seemed like many years ago, yet also like just yesterday. It was also a battlefield, and he had just led his men through the Chen Dynasty's defenses...
Wei Shuma, a veteran Cambodian general and commander of the Thai Jing garrison corps, was killed by the Qinghe Army during the Thai Jing breakout on November 15, the eighth year of Tianxian.
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