Just after noon on the seventeenth day of early winter, the condensed fog outside the city suddenly dispersed without warning, and the fog shrouded outside the city disappeared so abruptly that not only the people at the head of the city were in turmoil, but also the well-trained Imperial Northern Army was panicked.

The thick fog not only isolated the fierce and bloodthirsty barbarians, but also covered the tragic situation of the tragic battle a few days ago, but now under the reflection of that winter day, the barbarians were not afraid of death a few days ago, and the desperate resistance of the Gandhara people on the city of Mista all these surfaced nakedly in people's hearts.

Whether it is a high-ranking official wearing a flag rank or the most ordinary fight, his heartstrings are tense at this moment, and he seems to be a little afraid of even gasping for air.

The barbarian horn of the whining cautious people came slowly, and no one needed to shout loudly, but all the men who could pick up their weapons couldn't help but clench their spears, and people stood at the head of the city in a row, looking at the barbarian army formation like Mount Tai.

Pingwu Gate is destined to be in the sky today.

Wei Hougao, who was standing at the head of the city, looked at the barbarian army that could not be forgotten, but his face was extremely calm.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and the pair of tiger eyes under the eagle's eyebrows seemed to be an endless abyss, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

There was no need for Wei Hou Gao to say much, and the deputy general waiting on the side shouted in a loud voice early, "Prepare to meet the enemy."

This sentence seemed to break through the deathly tranquility of the foggy city, and the people hidden on the inner side of the city wall were under the command of the soldiers of the Imperial Northern Army, eagerly pushing the buckle at the head of the city.

A crossbow, a catapult, and an iron cannon called Breaker, under the control of that ingenuity, slowly rose to the head of the city.

The golden altar filled with gold juice was neatly stacked under the arrow stacks by the people, and at this time, everyone in the city understood that this was definitely the last battle that would never end.

The Gandhara people at the head of the city are making their final preparations, for the few chances of survival.

On the other hand, on the barbarian side, the exotic barbarians who shouted the slogan "Basaka" in the past are exceptionally calm this time.

The chariot was in front, the archers were behind, and there were many shieldmen with strange shields around, and then there was the arrow tower as high as the city, and around the arrow tower were barbarian soldiers with long knives, and at the end of the formation was a forest of halberds.

"Finally willing to take it out?" Wei Hougao whispered softly, his gaze fixed on the halberd-wielding sergeants.

From the very beginning, after fighting with the barbarian army in front of him, he felt that this barbarian army was fundamentally different from the previous barbarian army.

The ironclad strongmen, the guerrillant archers, and the generals on horseback on the distant slopes, all of these were very different from the previous barbarian armies.

What else has changed for the barbarians? This is what the banner master of the Imperial Northern Army is worried about, and when he sees the halberd-wielding soldier, the hidden worry in his heart has dissipated a little.

Halberd, Zhongzhou countries have long abandoned the standard equipment, although it has the advantages of spears and ge, but the method of restraining this kind of weapons has long been mastered by Zhongzhou countries.

What's more, the halberd's weak armor-piercing ability in the face of heavy cavalry is destined to withdraw from the stage of history early.

But now that the barbarians are actually equipped with such outdated weapons, Wei Hougao suddenly has some confidence in defending this foggy city.

"Pass the order, the Devil Axe Battalion will send out half of the soldiers and let them change into hook boxes, I want to see how the barbarians can attack Wuruo City with a halberd," Wei Hou said without replying.

Soon, half of the soldiers of the Ghost Axe Battalion who had been ordered put away the giant axes in their hands and replaced them with the strangely shaped hook boxes.

A fireball whined past the head of the Pingwu Gate and landed on the eaves of a house in the city, even if it was hanging high in winter at the moment, the firelight was still dazzling.

The war has finally begun.

The barbarian warriors were physically strong, far surpassing the various ethnic groups in Zhongzhou, and the bulky rushing cart was pushed by the barbarian soldiers, and it actually crashed towards the city gate at a high speed.

The horse trap and the horse rejection pile outside the city could not stop the huge body of the rushing car at all, and at the beginning of the war, there was a rushing car that crashed into the city gate of Pingwu Gate.

The gate made of red pine wood made a whining sound under the strong force of the rushing car, and even a large piece of the iron leaf on the outer cover of the gate was dented into it.

The rushing car kept crashing into the gate of Pingwu City, and the barbarian archers who followed the rushing car around were cautiously shooting cold arrows towards the city.

Barbarians are born to fight, and even if there has never been an archer in the barbarian army before, the archers of this barbarian army are like archers who have experienced a hundred battles.

Whenever there is a figure on the Pingwu Gate who dares to show his head, there will be an iron arrow whistling immediately, and soon the Yubei army at the head of the city will be suppressed by the barbarian archers and cannot raise their heads.

If it weren't for the crossbow hidden behind the arrow stack, which was still pouring the arrows in the quiver into the barbarian army, I am afraid that the balance of the war would have fallen to the barbarians at the beginning of the war.

"Boom, boom, boom" A dense and breathtaking cannon sound resounded across the land, and the broken iron cannon on the foggy city finally roared out.

Every time a Xuantian thunderbolt fell in the barbarian army, a red flower made of flesh and blood would scatter in all directions, just a volley, and between the barbarian army and the vanguard who rushed to the city of Wuruo, a gap full of stumps and broken arms was torn apart.

At this time, the imperial northern army defending the city hurriedly smashed down the golden altar that had been prepared long ago, and a clay pot filled with gold juice hit the huge body of the rushing car.

The iron-clad barbarian rush car was already sprinkled with flammable gold juice, and a torch fell, but a trace of spark fell on the black slime, and the fire roared into the sky.

It was accompanied by the terrible screams of the barbarian soldiers, and even the most hard-hearted people could not resist the squealing of their hearts when they heard the screams.

It's just that the Imperial Northern Army and the Gandhara people all over the city did not put away the longbows in their hands, and the arrows were still falling mercilessly.

The breaking fire is still ringing, and the Xuantian Thunder is wantonly harvesting the lives of these aliens in the barbarian army, but unfortunately, the barbarian army is like a phantom sea, and there is no end in sight.

After all the barbarian soldiers in one phalanx fell, there would be barbarian soldiers in another phalanx coming one after another, the war drums were beating eagerly, the horns were whining, and the barbarians did not retreat at all under such strong bows and heavy artillery.

Many of the archers of the Imperial Northern Army at the head of the city have broken the bowstrings in their hands, and even the crossbows of the Mother and Son God have more than a dozen damaged buttons, but the barbarians still do not retreat.

The city of Wuruo has become a hell of Abi, with severed limbs, broken bodies, and barbarian warriors who want to get up with mouthfuls of dirty blood, even if they have injured thousands of people, the barbarian offensive still does not stop at all.

Four hook locks the thickness of an adult's body hung on the body of the self-burning rushing car, and the barbarian warriors shouted neat slogans, and pulled out the wreckage of the rushing car under the Pingwu Gate in one fell swoop.

Once the road was cleared, a rushing cart from the barbarian army headed for the city gate again.

How many times can the pine gate in the north of the city withstand that kind of impact?

"Knock it off, blast it off" The generals of the Imperial Northern Army, who realized that the situation was not good, shouted loudly, and before that, many gunners had already aimed the breaker at the huge rushing vehicle.

The line of fire has been ignited, and the Xuantian Thunder has already been loaded, but after paying so many lives, the gods of Zhongzhou seem to be on the side of the barbarians, and with a boom, a fire cloud blooms on the Pingwu Gate.

With the rise of the fire cloud, more than a dozen figures scattered in all directions, and among them, a pitch-black cannon body sputtered out.

Wei Hou, who had always been calm, looked fiercely at the firelight, where the shattering that had been pouring out the tongue of fire before was gone, and now there was only a large black hole and countless debris stone bricks.

The gunner standing there didn't even leave a corpse, and the broken iron cannon that had been firing continuously could not withstand such a strong battle, and exploded at this moment.

Even if it is a broken shatter forged by the method of hundred refinements, it cannot endlessly launch that Xuantian thunder.

Looking at the shocking pit, the remaining nineteen lucky gunners around the Breaker couldn't help but stop, who knows if the next shot will also blow up.

A soldier who is familiar with the forging process poured a bucket of water on the breaker, and a burst of water mist suddenly rose, and the soldier hurriedly replied to the general beside him: "General, you can't open the cannon, otherwise the cannon body will explode."

This sentence seemed to be some kind of signal, and the barbarians shouted Basaka at this moment, and the ironclad soldiers before them rushed towards the city with a strange scream, carrying the long knives that penetrated the people.

"Knock, knock, knock" did not break the block, the barbarian car once again crashed into the gate of Pingwu Gate, and the iron blades on the pine gate fell off under the impact again and again, revealing a touch of mahogany, and the bright red gate was already full of cracks.

Towering ladders, black stone pillars, the instruments used by the barbarians to climb the city once again fell on the head of the foggy city.

Without the terrifying artillery fire, the strong bows and crossbows of the Northern Army could no longer stop the barbarians.

The barbarian warriors with long knives rushed to the head of the city again, and the Garan flag on the Pingwu Gate could still stand at the head of the city of Wuruo?

No one knew the answer, and no one would have had time to ask such a question at this time, and the still living Gandharas were desperate to drive the barbarians out of the city.

And the barbarians who climbed to the top of the city were desperate to gain a foothold in the city.

On one side is the retreating Northern Army, on the other side is the barbarian who has died proudly, the long knife against the sword, the iron armor meets the giant axe, and the sound of tragic fighting resounded for nine days at this moment.