Yang Junhou's speed was very fast, he took three steps and did two steps, and in a few breaths, he had already rushed to the front, and the Hun soldier couldn't dodge, and was cut off by Yang Junhou's head with a knife.

As soon as the other Huns drew their swords, several cold arrows had already shot in front of them, and they were all knocked to the ground.

Although he simply killed those guards, Yang Junhou's solemn look was not easy at all, because these Hun soldiers had already issued a warning before they died, and I believe that it will not be long before the Hun soldiers in the city will flock to it.

"Quick, open the gates!" Yang Junhou commanded, and was the first to rush to the long city gate road.

The gate was made of six-inch thick red pine wood, with six latches up and down, and because the gate was so high that no one could reach the highest latch, and every time the gate was opened, a ladder had to be built.

The Wei army easily opened the four latches at the bottom, but the two latches on the top could not be reached in any way, and there were no ladders or anything like that next to them, apparently the Huns withdrew after they ran out.

Yang Junhou immediately asked his men to set up a human ladder, climbed up and opened the top two latches.

At the time when the Wei army opened the city gate, the sound of killing in the city was everywhere, and the Huns had already pounced after hearing the news.

"Open the gates!" Yang Junhou ordered in a deep voice, and the Wei soldiers pushed together, and the heavy city gate creaked open.

At this time, the Hun soldiers could already be seen at the entrance of the city gate, Yang Junhou immediately made a decision, and ordered the soldiers in charge of transmitting the message to go out of the city immediately and send a signal to the army, and he shouted: "Follow me!" He swung his sword and rushed towards the city gate.

Forty-eight Wei soldiers also did not hesitate to follow behind Yang Junhou and rushed into the crowd of Hun soldiers.

The soldiers who delivered the message came to the city gate, took out the flint and the things that ignited the fire from their arms, and according to the prior agreement, after the raid team opened the city gate, they immediately raised the fire as a signal, and the Vietnamese cavalry who were ambushed outside the city would immediately launch an attack and enter the city of Qixian.

When the soldier who delivered the message was digging out the flint, he turned his head and looked inside, the raid team had already engaged the Huns' brigade, and the sound of the golden sound of the collision of weapons and the screams of the fighting came from time to time, and people fell to the ground continuously, and in the darkness, it was impossible to tell which side of the people fell to the ground.

The hands of the messenger soldiers trembled slightly, but in fact, the lives of these forty-nine brothers were maintained in his hands, and the sooner the signal was sent, the sooner the Vietnamese cavalry could arrive, and the later it was sent, which meant that it was very likely that a few more brothers would die.

The more anxious he was, the more nervous his hands became, and it happened that the night wind was very strong at this time, and he struck the flint several times, but he only saw the fire flash and extinguish, and did not ignite the fire at all.

The messengers were in a hurry, this point was not on fire was a big problem, the Vietnamese cavalry waiting on the opposite side did not dare to attack at all, and their squad of fifty people to resist the attack of thousands of Huns, can only be maintained for a short time, after a long time, the city gate is lost, and Yanghu's plan may be completely bankrupt.

In desperation, the messenger took off all his clothes and buried the flint in his clothes, so that it could serve as a protection from the wind.

The messenger laughed happily, and he recklessly waved his burning clothes to relay the signal to the Viet Cavalry camp opposite.

Deng Ai had been waiting on the opposite side for a long time, waiting for this fire to be pierced, and after seeing the signal, he immediately ordered all the members of the Yue Cavalry Battalion to rush towards the gate of Qi County.

The battle at the entrance of the city gate was very tragic, and the Huns saw that the city gate was opened, and then they woke up like a dream and knew that something bad was going to happen, so they rushed up desperately, wanting to kill these Wei soldiers and close the city gate.

Fortunately, the city gate hole is not too wide, only about two or three zhang wide, otherwise, the raid team will face hundreds of thousands of Hun soldiers, even the gods can't beat it.

The narrow gate provided a brief refuge for the Wei squad from being besieged from all sides, but even if the Huns attacked from one direction, the pressure on the Wei squad would be considerable.

Yang Junhou did not retreat, because he knew that only a few steps back was the city gate, and once the city gate was recaptured by the Huns, they would have lost all their previous efforts, so even if they were desperate, they could not take half a step back.

The battle was very fierce, Yang Junhou had already cut down several Hun soldiers in a row, but his body was already covered with colorful colors in many places, and blood was dripping, especially a shot in his thigh, which penetrated back and forth, even if he moved a step slightly, the pain was unbearable.

But despite this, Yang Junhou did not have the slightest idea of retreating, and when he saw the brothers around him falling down one by one, his eyes were split, and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, fight with these Hu people, killing one is enough, killing two to earn one!" ”

There were not many remaining Wei soldiers, but none of them retreated, they stood side by side, and formed a human wall with flesh and blood, blocking the front of the Huns.

When the sharp tip of the spear pierced Yang Junhou's body, he didn't feel a trace of pain, and in his ears, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded, and his consciousness was a little blurred, but the sound of horses' hooves was so crisp, so pleasant, as if it was like the sound of heaven......

When the torrent of the Yue cavalry poured into Qi County, the battle had no suspense, the Huns were defeated one after another, they woke up from their sleep, they didn't have time to ride a horse at all, of course, even if they rode on a horse, they may not be the opponent of the Yue cavalry battalion, the number of Huns left in Qi County is not too much, and the strength is not strong, and the Yue cavalry battalion is facing each other, only to be swept and crushed.

Although it was the Yue cavalry battalion that finally captured the city of Qixian, the greatest credit for the siege was the raid team, but except for one messenger, the remaining forty-nine soldiers were all martyred in the battle of the city gate.

After Yanghu entered the city, his face was solemn, and he ordered the remains of these forty-nine martyrs to be collected and buried well, and at the same time reported to Cao Liang, begging them to be given a great credit, and at the same time to give them a good reputation, and at the same time to give them a good heart.

When these remains were collected, many people cried, because their bodies were incomplete, either missing arms or legs, and it took a lot of effort to put them together, but the current battle at that time was so tragic. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Last Three Kingdoms 2: Xingwei Claw Book House" for free for the first time.