"Kill!"

A powerful man with a wooden shield in one hand and a long knife in the other, stepping on the shoulders of his companions, jumped out of the wooden wall, and the man was still in the air, and his mouth shouted a roar like a thunderbolt.

Several spears were drawn from the chest of a Han soldier, and with drops of blood thrown around, they stabbed at him with lightning speed.

The Han soldiers had nowhere to focus in the air, their legs stomped wildly, and the shield in their hands pressed violently against the soles of their feet, blocking several spears, and the blades of the spears slashed across the iron sheet covering the surface of the wooden shield, bursting out a string of sparks.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Han soldiers fell to the ground, and as soon as the person stood firm, the long knife in his hand swung around, and the whirlwind swept around the place vigorously, swinging a long knife away.

"Bell!"

The blades were intertwined, and there was another burst of sparks.

In this short breath, the Han soldiers have already gained a firm foothold behind the wooden wall, although there are many Jurchen soldiers around them, but the sword and shield are in hand, the feet are on the ground, and there is a steady stream of people jumping from the wall behind, as long as they stabilize here for a moment and expand the range, no one can stop the Han army from crossing the wall.

The big man was very happy in his heart, hehe, it seems that the first credit for breaking the wall must be mine!

The surrounding Jurchen soldiers naturally know that they are powerful, and they know that if they don't block this place, and if they jump down a few Han soldiers, then everything will be over.

In a hurry, a few spears stabbed again, but the Han soldiers were cunning, understanding that an inch long and an inch strong, rolled their bodies, lay on the ground to avoid the spear, and waved their shields upwards and knives to cut the legs of several Jurchen soldiers.

The Jurchen soldiers dodged in embarrassment, and there was a gap in this wall, and a few Han soldiers with knives and guns jumped down from it, and several people stood together, expanding this space, and the crisis of breaking the wall immediately became bigger.

At the critical moment, a wind of people rolled over, these people all have superb martial arts, individual combat ability is extremely strong, and the combination is even more tacit and free, holding big swords and heavy axes in their hands, and their strength is amazing.

As soon as a few Han soldiers leaning against the wooden wall met the group, they were chopped into pulp.

"Kill!" The red-eyed Wanyan Chengji didn't have time to say anything, just repeated this simple word, he slashed and killed the Han soldiers who came over the wall here, and ran towards another place with his personal guards.

The wooden wall was too long, for several miles, and the Mongol army was indiscriminately attacking, fighting every inch of the wall, and every section of the wall was under attack.

Thousands of Jurchen soldiers were scattered behind the wooden wall, which sounded like a lot of people, but when they were guarded separately, they were overstretched, and there was only a row of people behind each section of the wooden wall, and it was really difficult to block the swarming crowd.

Wanyan Chengsi divided his reserve team ---that is, his own soldiers, into several teams, extinguishing fires everywhere to support, and running there wherever it was tight, and he also brought a team of people to the rescue behind the long wooden wall.

This method of warfare is really physically exhausting, and the attack of the Mongolian army outside the wall seems to be untiring, from the beginning of the battle to this moment, more than an hour has passed, the corpses outside the wooden wall have piled up into a mountain, but the Mongolian Han soldiers have no intention of retreating, wave after wave of people are surging like waves, wave after wave of people come up, the archers are strong and accurate, as long as the Jurchens show their heads, they will be bowed and arrowed, and they only have the share of passive guards.

Wanyan Chengji understands that the loss of the wooden wall is only a matter of time.

He still had a hint of fantasy in his heart: if he held out until dark, it was too dark to fight, and the Mongol army might retreat.

This fantasy sustained him, running behind the wooden wall, wielding a long knife and fighting desperately.

"Hold on! The Mongols killed our relatives, now we kill one and earn one, and kill two for a pair! He roared, slashing and retracting the knife.

But there were too many enemies, and there were more and more Han soldiers jumping down from the wall, and there were formations and landing in several places, and the Jurchen soldiers were fighting less and less, and the defenders in many places were already overwhelmed, after all, not everyone could do it for an hour or two in a row.

The high-intensity fight is the process of high-speed secretion of adrenaline, and the irreversible will gradually fatigue, and those who can persist in exuberant physical strength for a long time are superhumans.

Wanyan Chenghe's side, the number of people is gradually decreasing, and all of them are injured, the Han soldiers are not mediocre, Liu Heima's subordinates are all perennial soldiers who lick blood from the knife edge, in terms of battlefield experience, it is not much worse than Wanyan Chenghe, these veterans of the loyal and filial piety army.

Wanyan Chenghe's helmet fell somewhere, the bun pulled by a hairpin was loose because of the violent movement, and his arm was a little sore when he fought with someone just now, and the tiger's mouth was very painful, probably cracked.

He wanted to be on the ground and catch his breath.

But no, there are fighting figures everywhere around, here is a wall that is almost lost, the Jurchen soldiers guarding here are all dead, and the Han soldiers who jumped down from the wall are like dumplings one after another, if it is not blocked, the entire section of the wall will be lost.

"Ahh

He violently flared up, pushed the bloody long knife in his hand forward, and the blade stabbed straight and without fancy, stabbing into the chest of a Han soldier who had just landed, the Han soldier twisted his face in pain, shouted loudly and smashed a mace in his hand at Wanyan Chenghe's head.

The long knife was still embedded in the chest of the Han soldier and could not be pulled out, so Wanyan Chenghei had to withdraw the knife and retreat, avoiding the blow.

The Han soldier ran forward a few more steps, muttering in his mouth, and fell headlong, the handle of the long knife propping up the ground, propping his body up and kneeling and unable to fall, blood flowing down the blade.

After Yan Chenghei didn't have a chance to draw his sword, another Han soldier jumped down and danced a three-strand fork vigorously.

He was unarmed, forced to retreat again and again, and his own soldiers on the left and right were fighting hard, and no one could support him.

The Han soldier with the fork also had red eyes, he jumped in by stepping on the corpse of his companion, and the hatred also mobilized his emotions to the limit, looking at Wan Yan Chenghe's eyes were full of killing intent.

The three-strand fork stabbed at Wanyan Chenghei, one fork was as ruthless as a fork, Wanyan Chenghei dodged in embarrassment, and the danger was rampant.

Suddenly, a garlic stir under his feet was leaned by the corpse of a Jurchen soldier or a Han soldier who didn't know whether he was a Jurchen soldier or a Han soldier.

The Han soldiers were overjoyed, and sneered and thrust the fork hard, and the three sharp spikes went to Wan Yan Chenghe's throat.

At that moment, Yan Chenghe's mind was blank, and he didn't think about anything, only the words "my life" suddenly jumped out and echoed in his mind. He was unconvinced in his heart, and his revenge was not avenged, how could he die like this!

But what can it be? Begging for mercy? Beggar? Wanyan Chengsi held his breath, stared at the three-strand fork, gritted his teeth and planned to die decently.

A Mo knife reached over and opened its fork.

The blade, which was almost half the height of an ordinary person, continued to slash forward along the long handle of the fork, and went towards the hands of the Han soldiers with lightning speed, and the Han soldiers were so frightened that they quickly threw away their weapons before they could save their hands.

The Mo knife did not stop, it drew an arc in the air weirdly, changing the upper and lower cuts, and the force did not decrease in the horizontal cutting past, and the double-sided blade cut effortlessly between the necks of the Han soldiers, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wanyan Chenghei looked away, and saw a heavy infantry with a full body of armor striding from behind, and the long knife slashed forward like an axe, cutting another Han soldier who jumped off the wall in half.

Immediately afterwards, two identical heavily armored Mo swordsmen followed from both sides, and their long knives stabbed at the head of the wall, forcing several Han soldiers who had just emerged from the wall to fall from the other end of the wall.

The first heavily armored ghost pawn turned around and looked up to lift his visor, revealing the face of Kowloon Onde.

He stretched out his hand to pull up Wanyan Chenghei, and said extremely seriously: "Lord Wanyan, it is impossible to hold here, go and light the fire, let's withdraw!" ”

(End of chapter)