[Work relationship, return late every day, a shift is already doing my best, sleep too little is too much to bear, please understand. ] However, this situation is only occasional, and it will probably get better tomorrow. 】

The dim sun in the sky has not yet set, but the battle that has lasted for several days has never stopped, and now, at this time, it has finally moved from the city to the city.

Accompanied by a long horn of desolation and sorrow coming from a white daze outside the city, thousands of Tibetan warriors rushed to the city wall like swarms of ants, holding long ladders.

The soldiers of the Western Army on the city wall looked at the Tubo people in amazement, completely different from the madness of the previous many attacks. The wall, which is only one zhang high, is only the most primitive and rudimentary, and even has little use value. The craftsmanship of the Fan people can be regarded as a shoddy long ladder, as long as you try to send it to the city wall to erect and erect, it is the easiest and easiest way to go up to the city.

Under the urging of the sound of the horn, the Tibetan people have rushed to the city three times in just half an hour with hundreds of long ladders. There are no moats, no horse faces, no sheep and horse walls, and the city wall of Xingluo Jiecheng is the most typical negative teaching material in the Song people's view.

The day before yesterday, Miao Zhu and Wang Sunchen were clearly bullying the fragility and weakness of the city's defense, and easily attacked the city and annihilated the main force of the Xingluo Junction. Whether it was Miao Zhu or Wang Sunchen, in this process, they did not laugh at the level of city building of the Xingluo Junction. And now, instead of Wang Sunsin to guard this city, many shortcomings in the city defense that made him laugh at him have now become his current fatal wounds.

If there is a trench to block it, the thief army will not be able to rush under the city at all, and if there is a horse face protruding from the wall of the city wall, you can shoot at the enemy army below the city from the left and right. If there is a sheep and horse wall, there is a two-dimensional defense line up and down, and the thieves can't get to the city at all. But now, no matter how many arrows the soldiers of the Western Army guarding the Xingluo Junction City shot desperately, they could not stop the charge of the Tubo warriors.

Under the personal escort of Yu Zang Huama, this attack of the Tubo people was like a torrent surging through the embankment, and the long arrows shot down from the city were just firewood and grass thrown into the flood in despair, not only could not plug the gap, but wasted valuable materials.

The fragility of the city wall and the lack of materials to defend the city made the city lack any effective countermeasures. The soldiers in the city had to fight face-to-face with the Tubo people who attacked the city.

A soldier of the Western Army shouted and stabbed straight with his spear, and after a muffled sound, the tip of the spear sank into his heart, killing the Fan who was about to rush to the city. But the next moment, the sword light flew up from below, and with one move, it cut off the spear that had not yet had time to be withdrawn. The soldiers of the Western Army hurriedly retreated, and then the Fan who climbed the city wall trampled up, waving their long knives, and instantly cut their necks. But then, before he had time to show off and look for the next opponent, he was easily smashed by a whistling iron Jane.

Such a scene appears in the city every minute and every second. The fight of one sword and one sword is a bloody exchange of life. Under the urging of Yu Zang Huama, the Tubo people rushed desperately to the city wall, and the Han people defending the city were not for their own lives, but desperately resisted.

On the city wall, the red flag is still hunting and flying. Under the banner, Wang Sunsin took a deep breath. The sound of inhalation was endless, like a giant whale sucking water, pressing the coolness of the September mountain into the burning lungs along with the air.

The black horn wrench, which has been sharpened and shiny from years of use, is firmly stuck in the long arrow and rests firmly on the bowstring. The left hand holding the bow arm pushed forward, and the right hand pulled the bowstring backwards at the same time, and hundreds of catties of force were poured into the bow body, and a three-foot long bow opened like a full moon.

Exhaled and opened, his right hand released the bowstring, and with a buzzing sound, the long arrow flew out like lightning. The bowstring was still vibrating violently, and a scream of pitch change rang out from a few feet away.

A Tibetan warrior who was nearly six feet tall and nearly half tall was wielding a giant axe like a wheel, independently opposing the five defenders. His extraordinary martial arts and unimaginable divine power not only allowed him to not fall behind in the battle, but he could even roar and rush forward, slashing the head of an opponent who couldn't dodge in two. But after a flash of light, the axe-wielding man fell to the ground with his right eye covered. He twitched for a while, the white arrows trembling between his fingers, and the exposed one-foot shaft proved that more than a third of the long arrows shot by Wang Sunchen pierced into his skull through the eye sockets.

An arrow knocked over a Tibetan warrior who should have a heroic name, and Wang Sunchen was colorless. He didn't even have time for complacency, and he didn't have time to confirm the results. He gasped hard, his right hand swept from his waist, and another long arrow jumped out of the quiver on his waist and appeared in his palm. Using the horn wrench on the thumb of his right hand to snap the arrow and take the bow, he looked away and aimed at the next target.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was already an astonishingly fast shooting speed, but it made Wang Sunchen spat at the mouth fiercely. Originally, the speed at which three or four arrows could be shot in one breath and one breath has now dropped to less than half.

Wang Sunsin switched from holding a bow in his left hand to holding a bow in his right hand, and from holding a bow in his right hand back to holding a bow in his left hand. With his two hands stretched back and forth, he performed his amazing archery skills from side to side, but even if he did, he would not have time to recover the amount of power that was gradually depleted in his hands and arms. The sound of the strings that was once as anxious as the song "Breaking the Array" has now become "Eight Voices of Ganzhou", and it is about to fall to "Slow Voice".

However, Wang Sunsin's magic arrow still maintained enough deterrent power. He had given up on targeting ordinary Tibetan soldiers, but aimed at the bravest warriors among the Tibetan people who attacked the city, and when he shot an arrow, he would take away his life, even Yu Zang Huama would cry bitterly.

The sound of strings was exchanged for screams, and the soreness of his arms only delayed the speed of Wang Sunchen's shooting, but did not affect the accuracy of the arrow's landing. On the contrary, as his physical strength gradually decreased, Wang Sunsin's long arrows became more and more accurate, and each arrow went straight to his eyes and throat. If when Wang Sunsin was full of strength, he could shoot a long arrow that could nail a cockroach to the ground a few feet away, now he can send flies and mosquitoes to the wall to make murals.

For more than ten years, Wang Sunchen has almost become a god-killing man, and the Tangut people have rushed to the city several times, relying on his precise long arrows with divine help to turn the tide.

'It's even to the point where the coach has to go into battle......

Wang Sunsin's activity maintained the battle line and morale, but at the same time, it also made many officers and soldiers with a bit of military acumen sigh about the bad situation at present.

The whining trumpets were still ringing, just as the group of people who rushed up to the city were gradually forced to gain a foothold and were about to be driven out of the city. A thick siege tree was carried over by dozens of people. The city was still in the midst of fierce fighting, and there was no time to pay attention to them. And when they came to the gate, they began to knock on the gate which was not strong, with a piece of wood.

The roaring sound from the city gate made the defenders on the city head move for a while, giving the Tibetans a chance to breathe. Wang Sunsin was about to rush over and shoot down all the soldiers carrying the sassal wood, but at the section of the city wall where Wang Sunsin was, seven or eight soldiers climbed onto the top of the city.

The physique of these people is far superior to that of ordinary soldiers, and the equipment on their bodies is not something that ordinary people can have. Leather armor, helmets, and steel knives must have a high status in order to be assigned.

As soon as he stood still, a tall man shouted and pounced on him. Wang Sunchen didn't care, and when he bent his bow and shot, a corpse lay down on his back. And his guards also rushed forward one after another, fighting with these few Tibetan people who were ready to kill and capture the flag.

Although the front was hindered, the follow-up soldiers all followed up to the top of the city, and in an instant, on this section of the city wall, a situation of strong enemy and weak was temporarily formed. Wang Sunsin stood under his banner and did not retreat, and used all his strength to draw his bow and shoot arrows. He knew very well that once he and his banner were forced off the walls, it would be a situation of defeat. And as long as his flag is still fluttering on the head of the city, the soldiers in the city will have the backbone and can hold on to the last moment.

However, the attack of the Tibetan people rushing to the head of the city suddenly made Wang Sunchen and his guards suffer from pressure. Obviously, the goal of these Tibetan people was to use Wang Sunchen and the generals behind him, and although the offensive and defensive battles of the other defensive lines on the city wall were fierce again, in fact, the excitement in those places was carried out in order to prevent Wang Sunchen from receiving support in a short time.

The sword flashed a few times, and the tricky knife skills were surprisingly sharp, and several of Wang Sunchen's personal soldiers were forced to retreat to the side by the masters of these people, exposing the object they wanted to protect.

Facing the enemy directly, Wang Sunchen's mind was not confused at all, and he tried his best to shoot a few arrows, and several people overturned, all of which went straight to the point. There was a snap, and at the most inopportune moment, he once again broke his longbow.

Is it really time to return today?' ’

At the same time as he smashed his hand and bow into the enemy, this thought flashed through Wang Sunsin's mind for a moment. In order to be able to carry an quiver with him and shoot more long arrows smoothly, he didn't even wear a dagger. Unarmed, even with Wang Sunsin's confidence in his martial arts, there was no guarantee that he would be able to defeat the opponent in front of him with a long sword.

On the side of the party members, the masters selected from the clan were finally able to cut Wang Sunchen's shadow, and several guards who were forced to retreat swung their swords to kill them back. Wang Sunsin himself, on the other hand, had a hideous face and was about to rush forward and snatch a weapon with his bare hands.

A loud shout shook the city, and a hand axe flew in with a whistling voice. The hand axe spun rapidly in the air, turning into a light wheel, grazing Wang Sunchen's body, and with a muffled pop, it pierced deep into the skull of the leading man.

Before Wang Sunsin could thank the benefactor, he turned around and heard a trumpet. But this time the sound of the horn is no longer quaint and majestic, but has a bit of a rush flavor.

'It's a retirement!' ’

The few people besieging Wang Sunchen hesitated, looked at the defenders who hurried over, and looked at Wang Sunchen, who had already obtained a long knife, and knew that they had missed the opportunity, so they turned around and jumped out of the city.

'What's going on?' Wang Sunchen was confused, the moment before the retreat was successful, why was Yu Zang Huama so generous?

"Could it be that there is a police on the back road?!" Wang Sunchen exclaimed.