The door finally opened, and the panting cord clung to the wall of the passage of the city gate, feeling the cavalry of the brigade passing through the air current, not daring to make the slightest movement.

"Quick, rush in! Chickens and dogs are not left, wealth is free! ”

Que Yi was like riding a tall horse, and at the gate of the city, he urged the cavalry who were swarming into the city gate. Que Yi Nanru felt inexplicable excitement and excitement, this was his first time fighting a soldier, and victory was about to be within reach. He knew that as long as these hundred soldiers rushed in, Qishi City would be subjugated to his feet. After this battle, he will surely become a legendary general, standing proudly among those brute generals who only know how to rush bravely.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of cavalry had passed through the narrow passage of the city gate.

Suddenly, the rushing cavalry stopped, and the passage was filled with a dense crowd of cavalry, and the screams and clamor reached the ears of the knights who were eager to enter the city through the cracks in the passage of the city gate.

"What's going on?"

Que Yi's heart and liver were almost in a state of sudden arrest, and he was eager to know what was blocking the way of his invincible cavalry.

If you want to talk about strategy, Zhang Yuan doesn't have it, and when it comes to brave and brute force, Zhang Yuan doesn't have either. All he has is natural timidity and cowardice. Once, he was just an ordinary Tang Min, with two sons under his knees, and twenty acres of fertile land outside Bahuan City. The family is poor, and the eldest son is over twenty years old and has become a government soldier. Unexpectedly, last year, the Turgish suddenly attacked, captured their father and son, and finally sold them as slaves to open a mine here.

After joining the Ministry of Light, both sons became soldiers, and Zhang Yuan had to stay in the Ministry of Civil Affairs because of his old age and became the head of the gang.

During the day, Zhang Yuan received an order to transport hot water and dry food to the head of Nancheng to supply the soldiers who were keeping vigil. Zhang Yuan drove the ox cart along the city wall, he had just led the convoy to deliver a few buckets of hot water and dry food to the soldiers at the east gate, and was now heading towards the last stop, the south gate.

In the distance, Zhang Yuan heard the siren from Nancheng, and when he got a little closer to the city gate, he saw dozens of Turks slashing and killing the soldiers guarding the gate, and the tragic shouts hit his heart mercilessly, making him shudder. Fear made him finally choose to hide silently in the shadow of the city wall, cowering.

It's okay, his cavalry has arrived, and Zhang Yuan comforted himself.

Nancheng Avenue, more than ten horsemen galloped in the direction of the palace, rushing to the precarious city gate. Then, Zhang Yuankou was stunned to see those turquoise cavalry who were not afraid of death, holding scimitars to meet the defending cavalry who came to help.

Under the faint light of the fire, Zhang Yuan saw a turquoise man being hit by a fast horse, and the whole person was like a paper kite with a broken thread, flying backwards lightly and smashing on the city wall. Zhang Yuan even imagined that the not-so-solid wall was buzzing, as if there were signs of shaking.

The fierce battle at the exit of the South City Gate was truly staged in front of Zhang Yuan's eyes, with the sound of clashing blades, hissing, sharp and piercing screams, and human heads flying up from time to time. The blood on the battlefield shook his heart.

"Guy Zhang, we, are we going over to help?"

A man asked Zhang Yuan in a voice that was clearly trembling.

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything, he thought, but he didn't dare.

Another fellow also trembled and said, "Don't ask him, he's even more scared than we are." ”

Zhang Yuan didn't hear the mockery of him, and his attention was drawn to a brave knight.

The new general rode the lieutenant general and rode on a war horse, which had been stopped by the Turian cavalry. In the face of the fierce turk Shiren, Zhang Wang did not have the slightest fear, and the scimitar in his hand was slashing left and right.

A turk man rolled close and slashed the front hooves of Zhang Wang's mount, causing the wounded horse to neigh and throw Zhang Wang off his horse.

"Huh?"

Zhang Yuan exclaimed, he really wanted to step forward to help those cavalrymen, but his stiff body was no longer under his control. He watched the Tucai Shi people slash down at the cavalry on the ground, Zhang Yuan closed his eyes in pain, and couldn't bear to put this scene into his eyes......

The landed lookout rolled sideways in embarrassment, dodging the attack of the Turgish. But the Turks didn't let him go, and pressed up, looking at him in a hurry, and he didn't know where the scimitar in his hand fell when he fell off the horse. Helplessly looking, a spear happened to be near him. Without any hesitation, Zhang Wang picked up the bloodstained spear lying on the ground, and instinctively stabbed at the Tuqi Shiren who was swinging his sword.

Zhang Yuan clenched his fists nervously, his palms were already sweating, and the back of the Tuqi Shi people blocked his vision, and he only saw the scimitar in the hands of the Tuqi Shi people raised high to slash, and when this scimitar was raised again, it might be stained with the blood of his own warriors. Zhang Yuan's body brewed a bloody impulse, and the hands that controlled the horse's reins began to tremble, and a voice sounded in his ears, "Bump into them, knock them to death!" ”

At that moment, a miracle happened, and the tip of a spear pierced through the back of the Turquoise, and the raised scimitar was only halfway swung before stopping, and then loosened feebly to the ground with a pleasant sound. For the first time, Zhang Yuan felt that the voice of the sword soldier was so beautiful.

"Well done!"

Zhang Yuan exclaimed excitedly. When he came back to his senses, a burly figure stood majestically among the shadows of swords and swords, spears flying, and another turkey was sent flying.

After all, there were too few cavalry in time for the defenders, only a dozen horsemen from Zhang Wang, and near the city gate, there were stones everywhere, which seriously hindered the cavalry's onslaught.

Facing the Turquoise people who were fighting to the death, the cavalry brought by Zhang Wang soon killed more than half of the battle. Zhang Wang was also wounded, the spear in his hand turned into a short club, and the turk Shi man, who had just been stabbed through by him, swung his knife and cut off the inferior spear in his hand before he died.

There was a "squeaking" sound at the gates, and it was clear that the Turgish were opening the gates.

Zhang Wang was anxious and helpless, and the reinforcements behind him didn't know what the reason was, and they hadn't rushed over yet. Fiercely looking, he picked up a scimitar on the ground and rushed to the city gate desperately. Two Turgish warriors blocked his way.

"Kill!" Zhang Wang roared angrily, and the scimitar in his hand slashed at the enemy who stood in his way with all his might.

"Boom!"

With a bang, the two knives collided, the knife edge cracked, and sparks splashed. The sword-wielding Turp took a few steps back. Another turk saw the moment and slashed his scimitar at the glance.

With the knife just now, Zhang Wang used all his strength, and he didn't have time to resist the knife at all, and he couldn't dodge. Zhang Wang simply used his inertia to crash into the Turgish who attacked him.

"Bang!"

The impulsive Zhang Wang had an intimate encounter with the Tuqi Shi, both of whom were about the same height, so that their heads slammed into each other. The Turgi Shi people didn't expect the other party to be so tough, and they were desperate to suffer a knife, and they had to lose both.

Under the collision, both of their heads were bloody. Zhang Yuan, who looked dozens of steps away, was dumbfounded, and what shocked him even more was that he saw that the left arm of his warrior was gone, and he had just slashed the knife of the Shi people and cut it off neatly......

Unaware of the loss of his left hand, he reluctantly swung his knife and stabbed to death the Turquoise who had been knocked into the wall. Before he died, the Tuqi Shi man bared his teeth and stared at him in disbelief, with a sad and angry expression, as if asking, are you still a Rite?

The gates were finally opened, and the screaming Turgish cavalry swirled in like a whirlwind. No one dared to face the city gate anymore, and the Turgish, who wanted to avenge his companions, gave up the idea of beheading Zhang Wang, and fled the cavalry charge like a plague.

"Kill!"

Zhang Wang stood in the middle of the city gate, spurting out the teeth and blood that had fallen from his mouth, shouting with all his might, his lonely right hand holding a scimitar straight and pointing at the iron rider who was galloping wildly......

At that moment, Zhang Yuan cried, and two lines of tears welled up from his eyes.

By the light of the torches that rushed into the city, Zhang Yuan saw very clearly, a familiar, distorted face clearly met his eyes, the burly warrior was his eldest son Zhang Wang!