Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

After listening to Zhenrong's promise, the Guangling soldiers became more and more fearless of death, and even their eyes looking at the city tower became extremely hot.

As long as you finish this vote, you can go back to your hometown with peace of mind, marry a mother-in-law, farm and have a baby.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a return to the hometown.

As for the truth or falsity of Zhenrong's promise, the Guangling soldiers did not have any doubts.

Although Zhen Rong is not trustworthy to others, and even has despicable methods, he has always said nothing to his subordinates.

This is also why Zhen Rong's reputation has become stinky, and there are still many people who are willing to follow him.

The Guangling army was not afraid of death, which doubled the pressure on the defenders of Picheng and made them suffer greatly.

If it weren't for the geographical advantage, it is estimated that the fanatical Guangling army would have broken through the defense line long ago.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of the huge city hammer hitting the city gate kept coming, and the two barely repaired city gates were already crumbling, and it was all up to the Xiapi soldiers behind the gate to hold on to their lives.

The general trend is not good!

Xiahou Lan, who was commanding the infantry to fight with the Lu army, shouted in his heart, he knew very well that there were not many defenders in the city at all, and if this situation continued, the city gate would be broken in less than half an hour.

Moreover, nearly half of Lu Bujun's soldiers and horses were not dispatched, and King Wu Zhao, who had the title of 'No. 1 in the world', also did not make a move.

Xiahou Lan originally wanted to go back to the army to rescue the city gate, but he was also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river himself, and it was difficult to protect himself. Except for him, the temporary commander, the other cavalry all followed Zhao Yun and rushed straight to the enemy, leaving him with all the foot soldiers.

In addition, Xia Houlan's personal charm is far inferior to Zhao Yun, so when it comes to command and dispatch, she can't help but feel a little stretched.

Looking at the distance on the right, in the dust and sand raised in the sky, Zhao Yun and the others who charged also fell into a bitter battle, and the white horse righteous servants who followed had already lost more than half of them in the process of continuous fighting.

The four enemy generals besieging Zhao Yun were obviously not idle, and under the joint efforts, Zhao Yun was almost out of breath.

"Charge to the right with me!"

Xiahou Lan roared, between Cheng Chi and Zhao Yun, he chose the latter.

Only by rescuing Zhao Yun first can it be possible to reverse the fighter.

Killing all the way to the right side, Xiahou Lan restrained the war horse.

Drink!

In the face of Xia Houlan's rescue, the front row of foot soldiers raised their shields in the air, holding knives in their right hands, and the pikemen behind took the spears out from the shoulders of the shield soldiers, accompanied by a chorus of shouts, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

"Rush over to me!"

Xia Houlan was ruthless and took the lead in the charge.

drove the horse to the front, and the spear inside stabbed out, and Xiahoulan, who was afraid that the war horse would be injured, hurriedly reined in the horse and stopped the hoof, and the spear in his hand quickly stabbed out, breaking the throat of an enemy pawn.

The soldiers who rushed forward quickly engaged the enemy, and their weapons slashed at the shield, making a fierce ping-pong sound.

And those sharp spears that lurked in them, pierced mercilessly, piercing through a stormtrooper who wanted to break through.

Blood spread across the ground, melted into the yellow sand, and slowly flowed in all directions.

One after another, the soldiers fell in front of the enemy, Xiahou Lan looked around in a daze, and rushed so vigorously that he couldn't even break through the outermost defense of the enemy, but his own casualties were greatly increasing.

If this continues, it is estimated that people will be able to barely break through this layer of periphery after the fight.

"Zilong, Xiapi City is almost impossible to hold!"

In desperation, Xia Houlan could only shout at Zhao Yun inside from afar.

Zhao Yun, who was trapped in the central battle circle, heard this, and the prancing horse wanted to kill from the left side, but Huang, Hua, Zhang, and Xu would give him a chance.

Seeing that Zhao Yun wanted to leave, Huang Zhong flipped the mountain knife in the Zhongshan Pavilion in his hand, and took the lead in slashing down from the air, blocking Zhao Yun's way, Hua Xiong was even more painful to kill the killer, and the big knife in his hand waved horizontally, wanting to cut off Zhao Yun's entire upper body, Zhang Liao and Xu Huang also took advantage of this to kill from the rear.

The killing intent was rolling, and it was all locked on Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun's heart froze, and he pulled the reins of the horse lightly, and the jade lion under his crotch was already psychic, and he hurriedly turned back, avoiding the two killing moves in front of him first, and at the same time, Zhao Yun raised his gun and forcibly carried the knife and axe from behind.

Seeing this, Zhang Liao and Xu Huang both flashed with surprise in their eyes, this Zhao Yun was really agile, but when they saw Huang Zhong and Hua Xiong make another killing move, the two did not raise their blades, but bit their teeth and pressed down sharply.

Not!

Under the heavy pressure of the two generals, Zhang and Xu, Zhao Yun snorted, his elbows were slightly bent, and the body on the horse's back sank slightly.

At this time, Huang Zhong in the rear had arrived, and the Shanting knife waved and took Zhao Yun's head directly.

Zhao Yunmao, who sensed the crisis, had enough strength in his body, the tiger shouted, and struggled to push away Zhang Liao and Xu Huang in front of him, and then turned around and shot out, flicking away the slashed Shanting knife.

However, at this moment, Hua Xiong on the other side violently slapped the silver helmet on top of Zhao Yun's head with the blade of his knife, making a 'bang' sound, and directly knocked the silver helmet away.

Airplanes!!!

The blow to the head would have killed an ordinary person.

The bundled hair was scattered, and the scarlet blood was also flowing down from the forehead, Zhao Yun's mind was buzzing, and the vision in front of him gradually blurred a little.

He reined in the horse's leash, stopped in place, and shook his head twice to make his consciousness a little clearer.

"Zilong!"

Seeing this, Xiahou Lan shouted anxiously on the periphery, no matter how he fought, he couldn't rush into the battle circle trapped in the innermost.

"Leave me alone, go to the city gate! There is no room for loss in Xiapi City! ”

Zhao Yun blocked his hand and stopped Xia Houlan's action to rescue him.

Even if Xiahou Lan rushed in, he would only be sent to death in vain.

There are so many fierce generals in the Lu army!

Seeing that his childhood playmate was in danger and danger, but he couldn't save him, Xia Houlan didn't mention how uncomfortable it was, but looking at the more and more sons around him, he finally chose to turn around, gritted his teeth, and yelled: "Let's go!" ”

Xia Houlan returned to save the city gate, but heard two loud yells in the middle of the road.

"Enemy boy, where do you want to go?"

Two people and horses came out from the left and right, Pan Feng on the left and Guan Hai on the right, and at the same time blocked Xiahou Lan's way.

"Kill!"

Unable to avoid it, Xia Houlan's face turned fierce, pointed the spear in his hand, and resolutely gave an order.

The three teams charged at the same time and quickly fought together.

The soldiers slashed and killed fiercely, and Xiahou Lan also met Pan Feng and Guan Hai. Due to Zhao Yun's careful guidance on weekdays, Xia Houlan's comprehension of spearmanship is not weak, and a silver dragon spear makes it wielded freely, even under the combined attack of Pan Feng and Guan Hai, it can barely hold on.

After about 20 fights, Xia Houlan's back suddenly froze, and there seemed to be an incomparably huge murderous aura locked on his body.

Behind, in the midst of the rolling sand and dust, a rider came riding the wind and waves.

Xia Houlan sensed that something was wrong, and turned around to defend, but it was too late.

A cold light fell, cutting a red line at the center of his eyebrows, extending downward, and the breastplate of his upper body was also split in two. The head of the war horse under the crotch was even more cut off with a knife, and blood gushed wildly.

Xia Houlan fell straight from the horse's back and fell to the ground.

When he was about to die, he turned his head to look at the white figure in the distance who was still struggling to fight, he opened his mouth, and his voice was small and intermittent: Zi, Zilong, yes, I'm sorry......