"Kill!"

This time, the elite of the Huns also charged together with those Hun Han soldiers.

Near the city pass, a Hun soldier holding a round shield and a half-moon short-handled axe in his right hand appeared, his head and neck were thick, his cheeks were full of beard, and there were several deep scars on his face.

Looking at his armor and the banner on his back, he was a centurion in the Hun army.

As soon as he appeared in front, he didn't look inside, and used a round shield to protect himself in front of him to prevent the Han army in the city from killing with white blades.

He held a short axe in his right hand, and with a loud shout, the whole person jumped up suddenly, usually his momentum can scare off many Han troops at the city gate, and he has tried and tested.

This Xiongnu centurion named Zhuda blindly had this confidence, as long as he rushed over, he could open a foothold for the team behind, just like his majesty when he fought with other tribes on the grassland.

It's just that he misestimated his strength, and at this moment, under the city pass, there are several rejection horses, horizontal and vertical, and on the sharp iron thorns, exuding a cold light.

He jumped, because he happened to be hit by an arrow in the middle, and his whole body was crooked, and he just jumped on a rejection horse.

In an instant, multiple sharp iron thorns pierced deep into his body, and he screamed loudly, writhing his heavy body desperately.

"Kill!"

At this gate was guarded by pikemen, several of whom had already leveled their spears and were ready to go.

This Zhuda had just been shot down, and not long after falling on the rejection horse, the Wu Commander shouted.

He sprinted two steps away, and immediately the spear in his hand pierced the iron-inlaid cotton armor and the inner armor of Zhuda's body, and pierced him deeply into the heart.

At the same time, the remaining spears of the pikemen of the other team were all pierced into Najuda's body, and one spear pierced into his eye.

One was stabbed in his throat, and two spears were stabbed in his left and right chests.

The body of the Hun centurion Zhuda was entangled by the rejection of the horse, and he could not move at all, he held a round shield in his left hand and a half-moon short-handled axe in his right hand, and he roared angrily.

Seeing a few spears piercing his body, he roared and fell into the horse and died, his eyes were wide open, as if he was dead!

The fierce momentum of the Han army made the eyes of the follow-up Hun soldiers show a look of surprise, and the combat effectiveness of these Han troops was completely different from the batch they had encountered before.

The Huns who followed Zhuda to charge ahead were all shot by arrows covered by the city wall without exception, and then changed the original jumping logic.

One by one, they jumped on the rejected horses, and then they were injured and screamed in pain, or they were blocked by the rejected horses, and they were wearing armor and holding weapons, and they were very inconvenient to move.

"Kill!"

The sergeants near Chengguan, the leader, are Wang Hua, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, specially sent the elite, after rigorous training, a group of guns and knives, with the tacit understanding of technical attacks has penetrated into the bone marrow, they only practice one move on weekdays, I don't know how many times they have practiced repeatedly, one shot stabbed, either you die, or I die!

Especially the dozens of old soldiers who took the lead in the front, their guns looked neat and sharp, and they stabbed at the throat and heart of the Hun soldiers who rushed in front of them.

Due to the weight of their bodies, it was already difficult to move, and it was extremely difficult to resist in the trap of rejecting Mane, so they had no power to resist and could only scream and be beaten to death.

For a time, the last two areas of the rejection of the horse were covered with the corpses of the Hun soldiers full of blood holes, and the blood flowed everywhere, and the appearance was extremely miserable.

Some of the Hun soldiers who were immortal for a while were still screaming loudly.

The flames of war are raging, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.

After fighting for most of the day, the time had gone from night to afternoon, and the sun was not so fierce, but the smell of gunsmoke and blood in the air was stronger.

At this time, on the city wall on the left side of Wuyuan County, the tearing and killing was becoming more and more intense, and many obstacles were pushed down and torn apart at this moment, and the horses were pushed all over the city wall, and the city gate was everywhere The corpses and blood of the Huns and the Han army, the enemy and us.

Or several spears pierced into the body of a Hun soldier at the same time, and the spear easily broke through the heavy armor on their body, or pierced into their eyes, throat and other vital places.

Before they died, the Hun soldiers held the barrel of the gun that pierced deep into their bodies, and the great pain made them fall to their knees in pain.

When the pikemen drew their spears, the blood of the Hun soldiers, along with their intestines, gushed out of their wounds.

Of course, these are not enough to scare the Huns who lick blood with the tip of their knives all year round and hang their heads around their waists.

A shield-wielding Hun soldier, relying on his own bravery, killed several Han defenders in succession.

He subconsciously licked the blood on his lips, the tragic killing made his heart boil, he no longer had the slightest fear, and there was only one word in his heart: "Kill!" ”

Looking at his wolf-like gaze, the Han soldiers in front of him all felt a chill in their hearts, and a few of them involuntarily took a step back.

However, gritting their teeth, these people still charged forward in the end.

Because behind them is Wuyuan, their hometown, every Wuyuan person with a conscience, there is no way to retreat at this time.

The Huns only smiled fiercely at the brave defenders, and then used the shield in his left hand to block quickly, and the sound of defeat rang out, and a spear pierced the shield in his hand, and a spear slipped away.

With a quick push, he approached the pikeman who had pierced his shield, slashing him deep in the neck and shoulder, shattering the armor and screaming loudly.

The shield-wielding Hun soldier had a cruel smile on his face, and he drew his sword hard, but the pikeman held down his knife hard and did not let him pull it out, and his eyes were still glaring at him viciously.

A chill surged in the heart of this shield-wielding Hun soldier, but there were such brave soldiers in the head of this Wuyuan County, which was very different from the time when he clashed with the tribe in his impression, how did these people appear?

Suddenly, the Hun soldier heard a loud shout: "Kill!" ”

He hurriedly abandoned his sword and shield, and just as he jumped away, he bent down in deep pain with a muffled grunt, but the spearman who had slipped away just now continued to shoot, and the spear pierced through his two layers of armor and pierced deep into his lower abdomen.

A large mass of blood poured out of the mouth of the Hun soldier, and he fell to his knees until he was dying, and he was still wondering why after he killed and wounded the Han spearman, the rest of the people were not afraid and fled.

It doesn't make sense!

Could it be that this is the gap between the Han people, whom their ancestors feared, and the people of their steppe tribes?

It's a pity that until he died, this Hun couldn't figure out why.

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