The brave win when they meet on the narrow road, and the brave win when they meet the dead. For the coalition forces under the city, the siege may not be terrible, but if behind the walls is a group of people who don't care about their life and death, it is absolutely terrifying.

Ignore your own life, and certainly don't care about the lives of others!

Fu Gan's voice was not majestic, but when it fell into his ears, the coalition troops under the city could still feel the oncoming murderous aura, his heart was slightly cold, and his face was a little timid.

"Meng Qi, this Fu Gan really deserves to be Fu Nanrong's descendant, quite a bit of Fu Nanrong's demeanor back then, in just a few words, it almost made the man under my account almost lose his color!" Han Sui's heart was full of murderous intent, but a flush squeezed out of his face, and he looked like he had palpitations.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courage they have!

This is really not a mess, I think that this Han Wenyue and Ah Weng went hand in hand with Liangzhou Shuangxiong, who knows that today I actually heard Fu Color, where is there still the style of the Yellow River in the past?

Ma Chao glanced at Han Sui with disdain, and shouted: "Hmph, that is, the cavalry under my uncle's account has been pampered and pampered all these years, and I have long forgotten the bloody nature of my grassland son, how can a mere Xiangwu be in the eyes of my Ma Jiajun?" ”

Yan Xing, Yang Qiu, Li Kan and others changed color when they heard this, and a wisp of anger burned in their eyes. But seeing Han Sui waving his hand behind his back, everyone's hearts froze, and naturally they didn't dare to say more, their anger quietly extinguished, and their faces gradually calmed down.

Ma Chao didn't see Han Sui and the others behind his back, maybe he also knew Han Sui's thoughts, but he didn't care about them.

He is a first-class fierce general in Xiliang, uh, maybe the guy surnamed Yan behind him is also counted, after all, when the two of them fought, that guy was only slightly behind.

The earthen wall in front of him and the thousands of soldiers who died in front of him were just a drizzle, what was it? And Ma Jiajun's reputation has always been beaten, Ma Jiajun is unreasonable, only fists!

Ma Chao was arrogant like a white swan in a flock of wild ducks, and the tiger head Zhan golden gun in his hand suddenly waved forward, and shouted: "Ma Jiajun listened to the order, attacked the city with all his might, took Xiangwu, and ran the city for three days!" ”

At the sound of an order, more than 15,000 cavalry soldiers divided into three routes, turned into three black waves, and pressed towards the city gate one after another. Behind the cavalry were more than a dozen rushing chariots, like stray sailboats cleaving the waves in the waves.

Han Sui and Song Jian looked at each other and sneered, and took the rest of the men and horses to stand still under the city, standing as steady as a rock, safe as Mount Tai.

"Crossbow!"

You dare to attack the city with a horse army, I really don't know how you will die in the future!

Fu Gan was condescending, watching the ant-like crowd trampling on the yellow sand of the horse, listening to the sound of horses' hooves rolling under the city, and sneering that the order flag in his hand had fallen.

"Snort!"

All the soldiers stretched their bows and arrows together, and the crossbows defending the city were also with crossbow arrows, and the sound of loose strings rose and fell in the four fields. In particular, the sound of the strings of the crossbow guarding the city was like thunder, and every sound always made everyone's hearts palpitate, and the whole city seemed to tremble.

Sharp arrows rained down, but the huge arrows of the crossbow guarding the city were like black cold light.

This is Ma Jun's upgraded city-defending crossbow, the crossbow is large, and the crossbow arrows are larger. Lines of black cold light pierced the air and poured straight down from the city's head, inserting into the formation of the cavalry under the city, making a close contact with the cavalry and the war horse, and then passing through the chest, leaving fist-sized holes and bursting blood.

Of course, the main target of the crossbow is not the cavalry on horseback, otherwise it would be too wasteful for anti-aircraft guns to shoot mosquitoes, and their target is still the siege equipment carried by the coalition army.

After all, cavalry cannot attack a city, but rushing a car is a sharp weapon for siege.

"Whew!"

The sound of breaking the air and the cold wind blowing.

A crossbow arrow accurately hit a rushing car, and the sharp arrow clusters easily tore through the hard cowhide like a turtle shell under the action of inertia, and slammed into the rushing car.

The sound is like thunder, and the momentum is better than lightning. Rushing under the powerful impact of the crossbow defending the city, the wheel on one side suddenly left the ground, and danced a circle dance under the support of the wheel on the other side, and then collapsed, crushing several engineers next to the city into a human-shaped flatbread.

For a while, there were screams again and again, people turned on their backs, and the Ma family army began to suffer obvious casualties.

However, after all, Ma Jiajun is a warrior who crisscrosses the grassland and yellow sand, their hearts are engraved with a brave and resolute soul, and their blood flows with an indomitable will.

Ma Chaoren did not have a sharp arrow to reach his side in front of the formation, and the tiger head Zhan golden gun in his hand was like a golden shield, dancing impermeable and impenetrable, and there were more than a dozen sharp arrows scattered in front of him and on both sides.

However, he was still angry, the cold wind that broke through the air was strong and cold, but his eyes radiated a palpitating anger.

That fire seems to burn everything that time has to go!

"Kill!"

A roar broke out of his neck, and the tiger head Zhan golden gun in Ma Chao's hand suddenly lifted and slashed, and an arc lit up in front of everyone's eyes, and with a ding, a flying sharp arrow fell to the ground.

Then, a fierce sound of horses' hooves thundered intensively, and the iron horses of five hundred black-clothed horses behind them rushed towards the city like a torrent, like a large black cloud. The scimitars in their hands flew up at the same time, each iron mark shining in the sunlight, like lightning on the clouds. The rush in front of the city gate was a hail that had been brewing in the clouds for a long time, frantically impacting the city gate.

The murderous spirit is surging, and the hoof is rolling.

The scimitar fell into the city, and a sea of blood rose from the city in an instant. The car slammed into the city gate, and the walls shook.

As a result, the soldiers in the sea of blood began to roar, sway, and tremble, and Xiangwu City trembled as well. The crooked neck tree in front of the county office shook slightly, and a few young leaves that had just emerged floated down from the branches and fell into the dust.

The old tree sheds new shoots, I don't know if it is implying something, is it that the old tree has lost its vitality, or the new shoots have lost the nourishment of the old tree, or does it mean that the old tree and new sprouts that represent the inheritance of the Fu family will also be broken in the hands of the murderous Ma Jiajun in the city today?

Fu Gan didn't know or want to know, he didn't even turn his head to look at the crooked neck tree in front of the yamen.

He was still on the city wall, and he had shot three thieves with his bow in his own hands. After a wave of attacks, although his bow still looked like a vast white snow and not stained with blood, his heart was also dripping blood.

Ma Jiajun's strong style of not fearing life and death shook the defense line in his heart, and he could only grit his teeth and keep his mission in mind.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the Xiangwu cannot be lost!

"Guns!"

"Spear!"

The Huns were not mourned, and the war drums were long on the board. Fu Gan roared twice into the sky, jumped to the side and snatched the drumstick in the hands of the soldier next to him, and slammed it on the war drum, and the drums hit the plantain like raindrops, dense and urgent.

More than a thousand ash guns and spears flew up in the air, screaming, and throwing themselves at the horse army under the city with a biting cold wind.