Under the city, the drums were inspiring, and under the cold wind, columns of Huns walked out of the camp, densely packed, and there was no end in sight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Woo......"

Under the sound of drums, the trumpets rise again, drifting in the cold wind, endlessly, disgusting.

At least, Xiong Gang is very annoying.

Spit at the bottom of the city, looked back at the soldiers at the head of the city, all of them pulled their bows and strings, and their faces were fierce, intending to shoot back with the arrows shot by the Huns to avenge their dead brothers.

It seemed that in an instant, the morale returned.

Thinking of this, Xiong Gang raised his head and looked towards the most conspicuous place in the city, where there was a simple flag, and the white silk cloth torn from his shirt was hunting in the wind, and the word 'Liu' written in blood on the silk cloth was bright and red, and the sun was falling, which was a little dazzling.

Under the banner, a figure was standing, with a long sword in his hand pointing at the bricks and stones, looking at the Huns who were about to attack the city under the city, his face was calm, without the slightest fear and timidity.

For a moment, Xiong Gang felt that Liu Xi was like a battle-hardened veteran, calm, even if a strong enemy came to attack, as long as he was standing there, his soldiers would never give up easily.

The original scholar seems to have become the commander who has made countless people willing to die, if this battle can survive, he will definitely be a famous general in the future.

"They're coming!"

I don't know who roared, pulled Xiong Gang's thoughts back, turned his head to look, and saw the Huns rushing towards the city wall like a tide.

Suddenly pulling out the long sword in his hand, Xiong Gang stared at the red and swollen eyes, "Brothers, stabilize Lao Tzu, and after hearing the order, kill these dogs fiercely!" ”

After saying this, Xiong Gang stared at the approaching Huns at his feet, five miles...... Sanli ...... One mile ......

Even arrows have flown from below to the head of the city.

"Shoot the arrows!"

As soon as Xiong gave the order, the guards of the city, who were all in their hearts, immediately shot at the Huns, who had been aiming at them for a long time.

Arrows rained down from the city, setting off red flowers.

But even this time, it couldn't stop the Huns like a flood bursting the embankment, and soon, one by one, the flying hooks were thrown on the city.

Under the flying hook, many Huns bit scimitars in their mouths and began to climb towards the city.

"Cut ropes, throw stones, don't let them climb up to the top of the city!"

Xiong Gang roared angrily, cut a few ropes, and suddenly the Huns who grabbed the ropes and climbed were like gourd vines that had lost their roots, screaming and falling down.

The arrows were like locusts and ants, but they were shot from under the city, and under the dense rain of arrows, the soldiers defending the city suffered heavy casualties, and from time to time some soldiers were hit by several arrows and fell to the head of the city.

"My lord, it's dangerous here, let's go back to the city!"

Wielding his sword to block a few flying arrows for Liu Xi, Huyan Qingshi said anxiously, but Liu Xi was unmoved, still looking at the city with arrows flying with an expressionless face.

"Adult ......"

Huyan Qingshi whispered again, and as he spoke, the arrow flew over again, landing straight at Liu Xi's feet, and a few bright sparks were rubbed on the masonry of the city wall.

"If I leave, Yangqu City will be finished."

Liu Xi said softly, Huyan Qingshi listened to it, and he didn't know how to speak for a while, the Hun army under the city attacked frantically, if there was no Liu Xi here, this Yangqu City, I am afraid it would not last long.

When Huyan Qingshi was silent, Liu Xi suddenly raised the flag planted in the city, the cold wind was howling, and the tall figure was holding the battle flag, even if the wind was strong, it could not blow down this flag.

If the flag does not fall, Yangqu City will not be lost.

Many soldiers defending the city saw Liu Xi standing with the flag, and there was a trace of mist in his eyes, screaming, and shooting arrows and bricks and stones frantically.

The Huns came in an endless stream, like insects and ants, and they didn't care about life and death, Yangqu City couldn't stand this attack without regard for their lives after all, and the Huns had turned over on the city, and Guo Wei and others guarding the city gate were also struggling.

"Kill, my lord will advance and retreat with us, and we must not let the Huns take a step forward!"

With a red face, Huyan Qingshi roared angrily, and then pounced on the Huns who were about to turn over the city beside him, and slashed down with a clean sword.

He roared, Xiong Gang also roared, and suddenly, countless people on the city were furious, and once a Hun landed on the city, they rushed forward like crazy, and slashed together with their swords.

At some point, the red sun drifted to the western sky, and the remnant sun was bright red and bright, staining the surrounding clouds.

Under Yangqu City, the blood flowed like a river, under the cold wind, almost solidified, and under the trampling of countless footsteps, and in the ice slag and soil.

The fighting continued, and the Huns had unusually high morale since they reached the top of the city, and although they were still killed in the end, at least they saw the hope of conquering Yangqu City.

This time, it was naturally bitter for Xiong Gang and the others, and the sword in his hand was dulled, and there were also scars on his body, and blood was dripping.

"Die!"

The voice had become hoarse, and as soon as Xiong slashed with a knife, the entire head of the Huns who were still fighting was cut off, blood spurted out like a spring, and the wide-eyed head rolled to the side.

No one looked at the fallen corpse, but stepped on the head and went on to slash and kill the rest of the Huns who had ascended to the top of the city.

In the distance, the last trace of afterglow disappeared into the sky, and the night sprinkled dark ink as promised, and the head of the city was still slashing and slashing without the slightest stop.

And Liu Xi is still holding the flag, and under the night, the emaciated figure has turned into a banner that will never fall in the hearts of every guard.

As long as the adults are still there, the flag will not fall, and Yangqu City will still be there.

For the sake of the homeland behind you, what reason is there not to fight with all your might?

"My lord, there are not many brothers under my hands......

Walking to Liu Xi's side, Xiong Gang, whose face was covered with blood, whispered, the soldiers defending the city were only a few thousand, and they fought several times with the Huns, and suffered heavy casualties.

If the Huns were to fight at night, I am afraid it would be difficult to hold on.

"General Xiong, we have no choice, if we don't fight, the people behind us will have to be wantonly killed by the Huns, so even if there is only one person left, we have to drag the footsteps of the Huns, even if it is an hour, it is worth ......"

Speaking of this, Liu Xi paused, his pale lips cracked, revealing a bitter smile, "Because we are soldiers." ”

Hearing this, Xiong Gang didn't speak again, they were soldiers, and since the moment they put on their armor, they were for the court to open up territory and bless the safety of the party.

It's just that the imperial court will think of itself in a desperate situation in the bitter cold land?

I looked at the southeast with some sourness, where it was pitch black, there were no stars or lights, quiet and peaceful, as if I had been asleep for a long time.

Without the time to think nonsense, Xiong Gang rushed forward with the long knife in his hand that had condensed red blood, because he was a soldier.

It's been a long time since I had no choice but to kill the enemy.

After Xiong just left, under the fluttering banner, a trace of worry flashed between Liu Xi's eyebrows, before the Hun army was hundreds of thousands, Yangqu City had reached the time when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, even if the Li Tang court sent troops to support, it was difficult to save the fire from far away.

I had to hold on hard.

With a soft word, Liu Xi stopped his stiff back, his eyes swept over the gloomy night, and the continuous Huns under the city suffocated him more than the biting north wind.

At this time, he hoped that the Huns would withdraw their troops more than anyone else, and after a fierce battle for several hours, his sons had already exhausted their bodies, and if they continued to stalemate, there would only be more casualties.

Perhaps, this is what the Hun king Nuhar wants to compete in, the competition is who can persevere.

"Woo ......"

Finally, the sound of a horn came from the Hun camp, and when this sound was heard, the Huns quickly retreated like a river ebbing tide.

At the head of the city, the guards didn't even have the strength to rejoice, dropped their swords, and lay straight to the ground, gasping for a short rest for the rest of their lives.

"Adult ......"

Huyan Qingshi was about to exclaim, but Liu Xi was so glared at him that he stopped talking, and Xiong Gang, who was not far away, was attracted to it, strode forward, and helped the shaky Liu Xi.

"I'm fine, General Xiong, hurry up and take care of the brothers, and instruct Guo Wei to lead people to repair and strengthen the city gate and city head."

Xiong Gang opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to say softly, "My lord, Xiong Gang is a martial artist, it is his duty to stay here to kill the enemy, my lord, you are a dignified champion, it is not worth staying here, my subordinates want to send someone to escort the adult out of the city......"

"This kind of thing, there is no need to say it anymore, if you want to leave, Liu Xi will have left a long time ago, since you stay, you will not leave your brothers."

"Hold on for another four days, just four days, and we'll be enough."

Liu Xi's words were more firm, and he said to Xiong Gang, and seemed to be saying to himself, seven days is enough for the entire Yangqu people to transfer to Guantong safely.

In this way, it can be regarded as a good effort.

Staggering, Liu Xi walked towards the soldiers at the head of the city with the support of Huyan Qingshi, where they were all good sons who killed the enemy in blood, and I didn't know that after the next battle, how many of them would survive.

War is never to the death.