Yuan Lang knew that the north city gate had not been able to withstand such an impact many times, and instead of letting these soldiers who were surrounding the top gate post risk defending here, it was better to liberate them and let them take up arms and fight to the death with Yan Liang's military horses who were about to break into the city.

Thinking of this, Yuan Lang immediately ordered all the people under the city gate to withdraw to the inner city, and arranged a horse blocking pile at the city gate, and finally the three armies were in place, the front army shield soldiers, the middle army spearmen, halberd soldiers, and rear army archers, waiting for the city gate to be the first to rush in at the moment of collapse.

"Click, click!"

The top gate pillars were cut off one after another, and the enemy's charging power was undiminished, and after continuing to hit three times, the north city gate finally did not bear the load, and finally, fell down.

"Bang dang!"

There was a loud bang, at the moment when the city gate fell, the enemy's vanguard infantry rushed in with swords, and before they could see the situation in front of them, they heard a "whoosh" sound, and a dense rain of arrows fell head-on, and more than a dozen enemy soldiers who rushed in front of them and thought about meritorious service were immediately shot into a hornet's nest and nailed to the ground.

However, the death of these people did not affect the pace of Yan Liang's army entering the city, their infantry was still pouring in, and the cavalry came in later, which was the highlight of Yan Liang.

The stakes were of no avail, and the enemy infantry braved a rain of arrows to move them out of the way, and then a stout general led the ironclad cavalry into the city, and once they entered the inner city, they began their endless slaughter.

At this time, Yuan Lang was deliberately squeezed to the back of the line by his own soldiers, and no matter how he called, no one let go of the action of dragging him.

Yuan Lang watched his soldiers unable to support Yan Liang's big sword for a round, and his heart was almost dripping blood.

Yan Liang was not fighting alone, once the cavalry he brought faced his civilian army, it would be devastating, and there was no threat at all.

Yuan Lang thought about the battle too simply, there was a world of difference between the professional army and the army formed by the common people, and the enemy army was cavalry, and his own side was a human sandbag with a sword, and the gap was immediate.

Zhao Yu on the side saw Yuan Lang's anxious appearance, her heart was also uncomfortable, Yan Liang's god-like existence was already stained with the blood of dozens of people, and she asked the only person on the scene who could compete with her, how could she endure it.

Zhao Yu looked at the scene of the massacre, as if her whole mind went blank all of a sudden, she seemed to be in a place isolated from the outside world, where there was nothing but the blood-stained earth and endless wailing.

Being in such a Shura field, let alone Zhao Yu, replaced by a well-informed man like Yuan Lang, he was also shocked.

In an almost one-sided battle, Yan Liang's big knife was like a meat grinder, and stumps and broken arms flew everywhere he went, and the resentment he had accumulated for a long time was finally vented at this moment.

The corners of Yan Liang's eyes twitched, perhaps an instinctive inspection, and his wandering gaze finally found Yuan Lang's figure in the crowd.

At the moment when he saw Yuan Lang, Yan Liang's blood was boiling, he slashed through the enemy soldiers in front of him with a knife, shouted, and said, "Yuan Lang, take your life!" ”

Yan Liang clamped the horse's belly, and the military horse under his crotch seemed to have wings, galloping and jumping in the crowd, and he had already come to Yuan Lang's place in just a few rounds.

The big knife slashed down, Yan Liang's idea was very simple, he didn't want to give Yuan Lang any chance to live, although it would be a greater honor to capture Yuan Lang alive, but all the anger these days forced him to kill the man in front of him who had disgraced him several times.

Just when Yan Liang thought he had succeeded, suddenly, a silver light appeared, and a strong wind rushed in, Yan Liang's protection was important, and he had to withdraw the big knife that stabbed Yuan Lang in front of the door, and returned the knife to resist.

There was a crisp sound of "clang", and Yan Liang only felt that the back of the knife that resisted the strong wind trembled a little, but this level of strength did not bring him any discomfort, but made him feel at ease.

"Girl, it's really you again!"

Yan Liang saw Zhao Yu who had bullied him, and couldn't help but find an opportunity to be ashamed.

That's right, the gun stabbed Yan Liang, made Yan Liang give up assassinating Yuan Lang, and forced him to return the knife to save himself.

Yan Liang seemed to be interested, he kept leaning towards Yuan Lang's position and tried to kill him with a knife, and on the other hand, he fought with Zhao Yu with a knife in one hand, as if he was teasing.

Zhao Yu doesn't care about this, she only knows that the most important thing to avoid in the face of a strong enemy is distraction, her idea is very simple, as long as she can contain Yan Liang, then Yuan Lang will have more chances of saving her life, so that the heavy task entrusted to her by her brother can also have more expectations to be completed.

At this time, Yuan Lang was obviously unprecedentedly calm in the face of Yan Liang's arrival, he knew that no matter how convenient his legs were, he couldn't outrun Yan Liang on a horse, and he didn't have the idea of running away at all, just today, he wanted to prove that he was still a hot-blooded man.

With a "clang", Yuan Lang pulled out the sword he carried, and he easily slashed at the two enemy sword soldiers who killed him in front of him, and then stepped on an ownerless war horse, and finally actually patted the horse to fight Yan Liang.

"Hmph, how daring!" Yan Liang didn't know whether he was stunned or excited, he actually had an urge to laugh when he saw Yuan Lang who came to send him to death.

Yuan Lang knew that there was a world of difference between his combat power and Yan Liang, but he couldn't let himself watch a woman like Zhao Yu fight for his life.

And Zhao Yu was unusually dignified after seeing Yuan Lang come to help, she was silent, and only blindly attacked Yan Liang, hoping to find a chance for Yuan Lang to escape.

However, when Yan Liang saw that the two people he was looking for had already appeared in front of him, he immediately put away his mind of playing, and he had already made a wish for the two in front of him for three rounds.

"Die!" Yan Liang changed to holding the knife with both hands, and a slash with a thousand catties of power fell from the top of Zhao Yu's head.

Zhao Yu only felt a tingling on the top of his head, and a terrifying cyclone swooped down, seeing that he was about to die on the spot.

Just when Zhao Yu closed his eyes and was waiting to die, suddenly, a figure flew in, but this body pounced on not Zhao Yu, but Yan Liang on the other side, only to see his person stop Yan Liang and hug Yan Liang, trying to throw Yan Liang off the horse, but the man underestimated Yan Liang, and after a few exertions, Yan Liang was still sitting on the saddle.

However, it was such an obstacle, Yan Liang's big knife deviated, and instead of hitting Zhao Yu, it cut off the heads of the horses under Zhao Yu's body with a single sword.