For a time, under the entire city wall, the Turkic army was already in chaos.

For these steppe wolves, accustomed to the cold, the lethality of the piping hot oil is clearly multiplied. But after all, the Turks had a sufficient numerical advantage, and soon the leaders behind urged more soldiers to rush forward.

The Turkic charge began from far away in the sky, and when they were in the midst of this torrent, there was almost no possibility of retreat, whether they wanted it or not, everyone was being pushed forward, even if they knew that there was a dead end ahead.

If the huge tribe wants to survive, it can only break through this small city.

"Hot oil doesn't work very well." Hou Mi muttered.

"General, we don't have much hot oil." Cao Ning said anxiously.

"Being able to kill hundreds of enemies is already satisfied." Hou Mi said lightly, "The next thing is to see the blood." ”

Of course, it was not as terrible as Hou Mi said, and the Turks only swept under the city again at this time, and began to climb the city again, and the Turks were greeted by the wooden and rolling stones. The wind blew away the arrows of the Turks, and the city could only shoot with random arrows, and the effect was self-evident, so the real top use was actually the most primitive and direct things such as sasswood and rolling stones.

"Pull back the bed crossbow," Hou Mi said in a deep voice, "Prepare to meet the enemy!" ”

"Prepare to take the enemy!" The soldiers on the city wall held their breath.

In the case that the reinforcements have not yet arrived, the wood and rolling stones have naturally become very rare, and the war has just begun, while everyone is still physically strong, hand-to-hand combat is the easiest and most effective way.

The wind carried the snow up the city, and the snowflakes cut through the skin like a sharp blade. Each soldier held their breath and stared at the wind and snow, the ladder creaked, and the hideous face of a Turkic soldier suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Bang!" The lance stabbed directly at the door, and the Turkic soldier fell with a scream, but there were many more behind him who were struggling to climb upward.

One after another, the figures jumped onto the city wall, of course, the horse lance just now was actually only a few, and the primary means of dealing with them was arrows. The Han soldiers armed with crossbows shot arrows almost against the chests of the Turks, and the Turks who rushed to the head of the city in this row did not even gain a firm foothold, and those who were still standing on the battlements fell directly on their backs and fell down the city, becoming part of the layers of corpses in the wind and snow under the city.

"Kill!" A small Turkic leader jumped up from a battlement, and the position he chose had to be said to be very tricky, two Turkic soldiers had just fallen from here, and no one thought that there would be people behind them who could cling to it.

After all, this man's fall from the city was actually equivalent to a huge piece of wood and rolling stones, and the effect was even better than ordinary stones and wood.

Obviously, this small Turkic leader has some ability, and at this time several crossbowmen have already shifted away to deal with the enemy rushing up from the rest of the place, so this little leader suddenly came out of the increasingly rapid wind and snow, almost everyone was startled, and the little leader obviously knew who to kill first, and rushed directly to several crossbowmen who were also panicked.

"Bang!" A knife poked out of the wind and snow, blocking the path of the little leader.

When he found that there was such a fish that had slipped through the net, he hurriedly pounced, and everyone should be thrown into the battle on the city wall, which was not long.

The horizontal knives and scimitars collided together, and then they clashed again and again. It also seems to be a confrontation between two peoples and two cultures. The wide open and closed horizontal slash seems to want to stir up the wind and snow, with the anger of a nation that has been oppressed for hundreds of years; And the scimitar blocks left and right, trying to find the enemy's flaws and deliver a fatal blow, just like a wolf on the steppe constantly biting the opponent, only waiting for the opponent to mess up before taking the last bite.

"Dang!" There was another crisp sound, and the two knives collided again in the wind and snow, and Hou Mi and the little Turkic leader could already see each other's hideous faces, and even more could see the raging flames in their eyes.

Hatred, unwillingness, anger······

"Kill!" Hou Mi roared, his hand relaxed slightly, let the knife on the opposite side press him, and concentrated his strength on the knee of the little leader, the little leader obviously didn't expect Hou Mi to take the initiative to retreat at the risk of injury, and the Turks, who were already good at fighting on horseback, naturally didn't put much effort into their legs, and they didn't expect Hou Mi to come like this.

The little leader suddenly knelt down in the snow, and Hou Mi almost didn't hesitate at all, and directly raised the knife in his hand.

A little blood was sprinkled on the ground, and Hou Mi didn't look at this opponent who was already a dead man, and pounced on the two Turkic soldiers who rushed up after him. And another figure also rushed out, Cao Ning also shouted, and the horizontal knife in his hand slashed head-on!

The two of them killed the enemy who had climbed the city on the left and right, and only then did they look back to back at the sides at the same time, and after all, seven or eight of the Turks still jumped into the city, but the Han soldiers who had been waiting for them for a long time in the back easily killed them with their horse lances.

After all, the gap between the saber and the lance in length is too big.

As the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, the situation above and below the city was almost unclear, and the attack of the Turks was also disrupted, after all, they did not know what the city was like now, so they had no choice but to retreat first.

This attack on the Turks cost at least six or seven hundred casualties, and more importantly, they did not cross the thunder pond by a single step.

There was a low sound of the whining horn, as if the Turks were also saddened by the failure of their attack.

"Finally retreated." Listening to the sound of the horn in the wind and snow, Cao Ning breathed a sigh of relief, half of his armor was covered with blood left by the hand-to-hand combat just now, and it was already frozen at this time.

The soldiers next to them are also hurrying to throw the corpses of the enemy into the city, and these corpses will be transported to the south of the city to be buried or discarded directly, or burned as firewood. In this bitter cold land, the Turks are mortal enemies, naturally there is no so-called morality and ethics, which is not applicable to the enemy at all, and these corpses must also play the greatest role, at least they cannot be thrown directly under the city to become a stepping stone for the enemy.

Originally, Cao Ning was still puzzled by this, but when he saw the trend of the Turkic attacks today, he realized the importance of doing so.

As long as it is long enough, it is really possible for the Turks to use the corpses of their own people to build a road up the city and remove the Turkic corpses from the city, instead of simply leaving the city and just slowing down the paving of the "road" under the city.

"It's just because the wind and snow are heavy, if there is no wind and snow, it will be a fierce battle for a day and a night." Hou Mi did not relax.