The cold wind is cold, the bloody terror is terrifying: the legend of the anti-Japanese double dragon. (Text) product "" The east of Luoyang City is both cold and terrifying. The north wind howled and swept around, and the strong smell of blood induced vomiting, and the sound of wows was heard.

The rumination of the head of Dongcheng City has become a trend, and the recruits, the people, all grab the fashion, squatting on the ground and spraying stomach acid.

"Cowardly, have you vomited enough? Move the corpse and throw it down! ”

Han Erlang walked all the way, viciously scolding the recruits who did not perform well. Time is running out, the Turks have just been repulsed, and will soon make a comeback, just like the previous offensive.

"If you don't want to be with them," Li Huaitang was a little anxious, pointing to the enemy's corpse and shouting, "Quickly clear the obstacles under your feet!" ”

At the head of the city, there were many corpses, which seriously hindered the mobilization and support of reinforcements. The people only care about their own dead and wounded, and the Turks have nothing to do with them.

The main general had an order, and the generals did not dare to slack off, and drove the soldiers to move one after another.

Stumps and stumps fall down the walls and pile up beneath them, and death lines line up in the corners of the walls for miles: The Game of Destruction.

The fighting was fierce, and since the failure of the attempt to breach the gates, the Turks launched four onslaughts in succession. For the first time, he rushed to the city with the refugees and shot at the defenders, but the pride of King Youxian still could not succeed. Li Huaitang was hard-hearted, and he didn't have the slightest idea of throwing a rat bogey, and he killed him correctly.

The right virtuous king had nothing to do, so he returned to his brave nature, and carried the long ladder to concentrate on hand-to-hand combat with the defenders.

Most of the time, the battlefield was maintained at the head of the city, and the commanders of both sides personally supervised the battle, and the soldiers fought to the death. The Tang army was well-equipped and outnumbered, and it resisted the Turks by virtue of collective warfare, but the price paid for this was also very large, with more than 5,000 dead and wounded.

Within half a day, the defenders of Dongcheng changed four batches, and the right Yulin army all took turns to fight. At present, this group of 5,000 talents came from Nancheng to support, and as a result, almost all the recruits who arrived in the firing line reacted strongly and vomited a lot of meat.

Li Huaitang felt the severity of the situation, and deployed his troops to the city in advance, preparing for the next bitter battle. The equipment of the soldiers is very different from that of the Yulin Army, in addition to the special cotton armor, there are also two cloth bags hanging from the waists of everyone, and there is a large frame behind them, I don't know what objects they contain, mysterious.

“…… Nanba, you lead two people to guard the No. 8 position, Lao Lei, No. 9 position,"

Li Huaitang evenly scattered his pro-troops on a defensive line that was ten miles wide. Halfway through the command, I suddenly heard the sound of sobbing intermittently.

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The big war is imminent, isn't this disturbing the morale of the army?

Crying is a pawn who refuses to get out of the line of fire.

"General, I want revenge, let me stay and kill the Turks!"

Luo Xiaolang knelt on the ground and refused to get up.

His lieutenant explained that Xiao Lang's brother died in battle to save his younger brother, and Xiao Lang still refused to go down to the city to heal his injuries after suffering four wounds, let alone let the new robe take his place.

"Take good care of your wounds, and only by taking care of your injuries can you kill the enemy."

Li Huaitang helped Luo Xiaolang up and comforted him with kindness.

"No, Xiao Lang can still use a hand crossbow, a hand crossbow can kill the enemy, I used it to shoot two hus!"

The crossbow is a relic of the team Shora Daro.

In order to equip every grassroots officer of the Yulin Army with a hand crossbow, Li Huaitang racked his brains to search everywhere, and finally managed to make up enough before An Lushan's army came to the city.

The Hand Crossbow is simple and easy to use, fires more frequently, and is used for unexpected effects in melee combat, similar to the pistol in white-knuckle combat, albeit with a single shot. Turkic warriors often jumped off the women's wall and flew an arrow in front of them, or in a dogfight, they could not prevent an arrow from piercing the throat. It was with a large number of crossbows that the Yulin Army, which was mainly composed of new soldiers, was able to hold the battle line at the head of the city.

Luo Xiaolang was injured and could still easily take the lives of two enemies, and the power of the crossbow showed the invincible Eastern City of the hero.

This situation touched Zhang Qiu's state of mind, and the Luo Xiaolang in front of him was so similar to what happened to him, "This is for you." It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Take good care of your injuries. A silver star was handed to Luo Xiaolang's hand, and the silver star was taken off Zhang Qiu's chest.

Seeing Luo Xiaolang's hesitation, Zhang Qiu said: "A few years ago, my father and brother were both killed in the bloody battle to defend Qishi City. Don't worry, there is an opportunity, just follow the general. ”

Zhang Qiu's statement of appearance moved Luo Xiaolang, and the two people took advantage of the situation to help him go down to the city to go to the treatment center.

It didn't take long for the time to test the defenders. The Turks launched an unprecedented onslaught, throwing in 20,000 fresh troops at a time in an attempt to break through the city's defenses before dark.

Bows and arrows, stones, lime powder, and pepper could not stop the Turks from climbing the city walls, and hand-to-hand combat was inevitable again.

The fighting was quite tragic, swords and soldiers slashed each other, spears stabbed each other, and flesh and blood flew sideways. Soon after the battle, the first deserter appeared, and was killed on the spot by Wang Cheng......

As time went on, more and more people fell, lying all over the ground, the Tuqi Shi people fell a group, and climbed up a group, the number of people increased unabated, the battle entered the white heat, and the two sides were competing for life consumption.

Wang Cheng couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Huaitang again, this was his third time looking sideways. Li Huaitang still stood motionless in the wind, feeling like an ice sculpture, and the pro-soldiers beside him had the same expression: blasting the latest chapter of the Campus Seven. The Lord will not react, and Wang Cheng can only tighten his teeth and continue to urge the battle.

After a while, the battle line began to loosen, the defenders were a little overwhelmed, and the shouts under the city were heavier, and tens of thousands of Turks crowded under the city waiting for the opportunity to climb the long ladder.

There are too many enemies, can you withstand them?

Wang regretted beating a drum in his heart and looked at Li Huaitang again. This time, Li Huaitang did not disappoint him, only to see him wave the flag, and the personal soldiers he brought to the city pulled out a bottle from his waist neatly, lit the cloth strip outside the bottle with a fire fold, and then threw it outside the city, and then took out another one, lit it, threw it again, kept throwing, and threw it continuously, massively, heavenly, until the fire outside the city soared into the sky, and the screams were earth-shattering.

Not good! The arsonist has cast spells again!

There are a large number of old departments of the Right Xian Wang, many of them have seen Li Huaitang's fire oil bomb, and they are deeply afraid, and today they will see the terrifying fire caused by this thing, and they will kneel down and surrender one after another: The great god spares his life!

The Turkic army, which was murderous a moment ago, was instantly anticlimactic. There were countless people under the city who were entangled in fire, and there were many pieces of surrender on the city, and there were no half of the 20,000 elites left, and the offensive that planned to finish the battle was wiped out in the raging fire.

Li Huaitang is really a fierce man! Fortunately, there is also a guinea pig like the Right Virtuous King.

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