Six hundred and forty-two are struggling

The early morning smog is also difficult to hide the smoke billowing from the flames of war.

The howls of the terrible fighting still vaguely echoed in the sky above, and under the smoke of gunpowder that gradually dissipated in the sky, the black and oppressive crowd walked out of the military tent with heavy steps.

"Damn Hun dog, it's really a moment of restlessness!"

Li Kun, who was in charge of guarding the city pass on the city wall of Wu'an City, squinted his eyes, looked at the black oppressive army in the distance, and waved his hand indifferently and shouted: "Order all the sergeants to prepare for battle!" ”

Prepare for battle!

Prepare for battle!

Prepare for battle!

After the order was issued, the walls were filled with the shouts of soldiers trying their best, and countless figures began to gather at the head of the city.

Feather arrows, rolling logs, gravel and other few pieces of defending the city, which were finally added again, were moved up again.

At this moment, the entire Wu'an City was in a depression, and the soldiers beside the city wall were patrolling closely, and the bloodstains on the armor were faintly visible.

A little blood spot has long been reduced to a theme near Chengguan.

Another fierce and brutal battle begins...

Human life, at this time, is the cheapest!

....

"Kill!"

A hoarse voice, pulling at his throat and shouting angrily.

Even if the weapon in his hand has long been damaged, he cannot shake his determination and will in the slightest.

In the chaotic sea of people, Li Kun grabbed a weapon that was not his own.

Holding a shield, he was out of breath, and when an arrow came from the air, he blocked it, and stuck to the shield, so dim that it was almost invisible, and his arms were so heavy that he could barely lift them.

Gradually, it was as if the sounds of fighting, shouting, and screaming in my ears had turned into a vague buzzing sound.

On the verge of exhaustion...

Although he still gritted his teeth and yelled frantically, a big knife in Li Kun's palm danced wildly, his moves were a little messy, but his body was a little flustered.

From the city wall, the line of sight is almost all black like a tide, connecting the edge of the sky, as if you can't see the end at all.

Blood mixed with sweat turned into filth on his face, and he swung his knife to cut off the arrow on his shield, and hissed "Hold on!" Plug the gap for me! ”

Suddenly, a sharp look glared at the soldiers beside him, and the soldiers who suddenly understood it suddenly pulled their throats and began to roar.

Dozens of guards who rallied around Li Kun, and even the figures fighting around him, all roared angrily under his call, and they still had spare strength.

Then, these men, who had been fighting for a long time, took a bite together, and rushed forward again, "Kill-"

The footsteps and shouts are like huge waves that overwhelm the mountains and seas.

In the next second, those charging figures raised their shields in front of them, and the comrades behind opened their mouths wide, saliva hung on the corners of their mouths and flew horizontally, revealing hideous and terrifying faces, holding their spears and stabbing out with the strength of their whole bodies at the moment when the shield collided with the enemy's shield.

Crazy...

At this moment, madness is constantly spreading, and only madness can resist the surging enemies!

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

Shattered and splashed, the body of the Huns shouting was stabbed into the mouth by a spear and passed through the back of the head, and the guns stabbed out by the two sides were hung up with countless corpses at the moment of contact, and under the guns were soldiers with knives who pounced out and killed into the inexperienced formation...

Flesh and blood flying!

After several hours of fighting, some of the hundreds of people fell to the ground, and the rest were screaming and running, and the sound of roaring footsteps frantically stepped on the ground.

In the end, there are too few people.

As time passed, Wu'ancheng's resistance became weaker and weaker.

Their disadvantage in strength is magnified more and more at this moment!

With the more and more fighting, there have been Huns, who have killed directly to the city with a fierce face, and the sound of bloody fighting for a time shook the sky.

Looking up, in the gloomy morning, after looking at the layout on the city wall, the corners of the mouth of the right valley liking hooked a chuckle, and he raised his horsewhip.

His pupils flickered, and the king of the right valley suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "All the soldiers listen to the order!" ”

"The last general!" With a loud shout, countless fierce Hun generals hugged their fists one after another, and responded loudly with their hideous cheeks on their faces excited.

"Hahaha, you all have plenty of energy!"

While laughing, the face of the right valley Li Wang gradually became indifferent, as if he had no emotion, he waved his hand indifferently and said softly: "Then let's vent out!" Half an hour later, the figure of a Han man on the city wall was not revealed. ”

The killing is decisive, without the slightest tendency to drag the mud and water.

"No!" The shouts of excitement echoed in the ears of the people, and then the trumpets and drums of the whole army continued to sound in the sky.

I saw dense black shadows on the ground, surging like a tide, directly rushing towards Wu'an, who was already in danger.

Roar~

With the banner of the Hun Chinese army waving, there are soldiers in the army waving the flag, thousands of troops are all over the ground, if the battlefield is fighting, a loud roar can not be heard at all, so the orders conveyed on the battlefield are almost all flags.

As the general's order was delivered, the captains in the Black Suppression Army roared with their heads held high, directing their soldiers and horses to move forward.

Thundered~

The tens of thousands of troops moved as a whole, the visual impact, and the monstrous momentum were even more impressive, and the Wu'an defenders at the head of the city were even more shocked after seeing it.

Li Kun, who was already crumbling, had a blue face and roared resentfully.

It's just that war is never above board, and only victory or defeat is the end.

The battlefield is not child's play, nor is it a competition between people in the rivers and lakes, no one will talk to you about the so-called fair competition under the premise of superiority, and under the cruel war, there are only two endings: victory and defeat.

Victory, on behalf of life.

Defeat is death!

Especially for generals like them, rather than ordinary martial artists, there is never a so-called fairness on the battlefield, only victory and defeat.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser!

As long as you win, no matter what means you use, no one in the world will say anything, but if you lose, no matter how powerful you are in life, you will never escape the name of a thief.

raised his head, the blood on his face, and the corners of his mouth evoked a hideous smile, and blood couldn't stop flowing down the corners of his mouth.

With an unwilling face, he waved the big knife in his hand, and kept roaring to make the soldiers under his command resist, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The good situation was destroyed in a moment.

They were agitated, and the decadence of major events for a while broke out.

The mournful wails resounded constantly on the city walls, and the soldiers hiding behind the battlements continued to hear miserable wails in their ears, which only intensified their fears.

Wu'an...

Really, can it still be held?

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