The soldiers guarding the camp wall saw the wounded robes next door being slaughtered, and they all stared at all the enemies in front of them with round eyes on the camp wall. On the east side of the watchtower and the camp wall against the row of camp walls of the workshop, the county soldiers who were guarding drew their bows and shot angry arrows at the Hu cavalry who were faintly visible in the workshop.

In addition to the West Gate, the other three guards in the city heard the news of the fall of the West Gate, and they also sent troops back one after another. The Dongcheng guarded by Cao Jian has been less besieged by captives and thieves these days, and it still belongs to the most complete system and the most powerful army among the four gates. Hearing that the West Gate had fallen and the thief cavalry had entered the city, Cao Jian did not dare to slack off. At that time, he sent a hundred commanders of the battle battalion guarding the east gate, with more than 80 ironclad soldiers, together with more than 100 old battalion foot soldiers and auxiliaries to the city.

Cheng Yong, who was above the south gate, was also wrapped up in the sharp soldiers of the Zhanfeng Battalion, and ran down the stairs next to the city tower with them in a chaotic manner, and then stood in line under the city in turn. When these soldiers heard that the thieves had captured the west gate and entered the city, they were not full of panic. However, under the command and leadership of their respective generals, although they were a little chaotic, they soon lined up in a neat formation and marched towards the city.

In the process of marching all the way, this formed force to support the West Gate successively contained several troops that had been routed by the captives and cavalry near the West Gate. The team gradually grew. By the time they reached the barracks, only two or three hundred men had gathered. In this team, it was still the iron-clad warriors of the Warrior Battalion who were at the front. In the midst of the bleak iron armor, Cheng Yong, who was dressed in leather armor and holding a long knife in his hand, was extremely eye-catching.

Next to Cheng Yong was Shi Chang Chen Shan, who had even put on a mask, and his whole body was full of iron armor exuding a solemn aura. In the past few days of defending the city, Cheng Yong went from the previous cowardice to the head of the city yesterday and beheaded the enemy. has made Chen Shan, who took the lead in bullying him, look impressed by him. Cheng Yong overcame the fear in his heart, and remembered Li Sima who had changed his name for himself, and had the heart to let him see that he was worthy of the word "brave" he had chosen for himself, so he tied the captured enemy head to the front of the hilt. At this time, marching with a knife on his shoulder, the enemy leader shook under the gauntlet of the long knife, looking extremely mad.

In the blink of an eye, the shouts of the captives not far away clearly reached the ears of the support soldiers who were still marching bravely. Chen Shan turned his head sideways, looked at Cheng Yong with a panicked face through the small hole in the mask, laughed, and the words came out angrily through the sound of his iron mask urn: "Little man, are you afraid?" ”

Since Cheng Yong cut off that level of enemy head at the head of the city yesterday, Chen Shan no longer calls him a dwarf. This also made Cheng Yong a little uncomfortable. The strong have always been respected in the army, and Cheng Yong's move of killing the enemy and cutting the level has been able to win his attention in Chen Shan's eyes. It's just that the panic on the face of this recruit at the moment made Chen Shan feel a little uneasy in his heart.

Cheng Yong tightened the blade of the long knife he was holding in his hand, glanced sideways at the head of the enemy army tied to the blade, and then turned his face away, looked at Chen Shan's iron mask with an expression of expression, and said a little stubbornly: "Don't be afraid, what are you afraid of." I cut off my head yesterday, these thieves, but that's ......"

"Hey, little man, you can't keep your mouth up. I'm telling you. The skull you cut off is not a thief's, it's a beggar's ......"

Cheng Yong was defended by Chen Shan for a while, and he was speechless. He held the blade and looked carefully at the head of the enemy that was tied to it. Yellow-skinned and black-haired, it is indeed different from ordinary thieves. I was a little deflated. Then he carried the blade of his sword to his shoulder, and marched in the footsteps of the soldiers of the previous team, and said no more.

Chen Shan saw Cheng Yong depressed for a while, and the bad taste in his heart was also satisfied. At this time, I couldn't bear it. He pushed Cheng Yong with his elbow: "Ahem." It's not easy to capture the thief's braincase? I heard that all the thieves who entered the city this time were thieves. Won't I take you to cut him two or three later? ”

When Cheng Yong heard this, his eyes lit up: "Chen Shichang is telling the truth? ”

Chen Shan's shoulders shook a few times, and there was an urn behind the mask and an angry smile: "If I say I will take you, I will take you, how can it be fake?" ”

After that, the team faced the shouts of the thieves who were getting closer and closer, and set up a position at the corner of the street, and Cheng and Chen were also like great enemies, holding knives in their hands. The procession slowly turned around the corner, and the barracks gate was displayed in front of everyone. The thieves were setting up short ladders to the camp wall, braving the arrows flying from the camp to climb the camp wall. And from the street where they were located to the north, there were also bursts of shouts of killing and the sonorous sound of swords clashing.

Qin Dayong, the hundred-man commander who led the reinforcements to support outside the camp, waved his hand, and the front row of the battle front battalion maintained a neat array, raised the long knife in his hand, and advanced towards most of the thieves who were still setting up ladders to attack the camp outside the camp.

When Du Ziming heard that Ximen was in danger, he sent a cavalry back to help Ximen. He himself personally led the remaining cavalry to attack the Lingju County barracks without a moment's rest. To send reinforcements to defend the west gate is to keep them back. The capture of the barracks was to find a defensive fulcrum for the troops who broke into the county seat of Lingju. And from Qi Hu and others, it has also been learned that now the food and straw of the soldiers in Lingju County are also hoarded in the camp.

After taking the military camp in front of him, until the reinforcement brigade came, even if the thousand reinforcements who stormed the West Gate did nothing, the first credit for the capture of Lingju was none other than Du Ziming! However, Du Ziming was still dreaming of being promoted to become rich, and suddenly saw this Lingju County soldier who came from the street, and his face changed!

After ten days of hard fighting, even the more than 10,000 Zhao troops who attacked the city were miserable. The corpses piled up under the city on the south side were already more than two feet high. And yesterday's battle in which the elite cavalry of the Zhao army landed in the city, although it was still a setback, Du Ziming had already seen from the fatigue of the defenders in the city that this Lingju county army was at the end of the crossbow. I thought that as long as I led the army to break through the camp wall in front of me and occupy the county barracks, the overall situation would be decided, but I didn't expect that there would still be frequent situations.

At first, he led his army into the city from the west gate, and when he was met with stubborn resistance from those auxiliary soldiers armed with spears, Du Ziming was already secretly surprised in his heart. The cumulative casualties of the besieging own army are probably no less than three or four thousand. I thought that the enemy army at the end of the strong crossbow should have been lambs to be slaughtered, but I entered the city, and in these constant stubborn resistances, Du Ziming gradually understood that this enemy army was not a lamb, but a wolf with fangs exposed!

In the midst of the constant attacks and resistance of this group of enemy troops, the patience in Du Ziming's heart was gradually exhausted. Earlier, I thought that if I took the west gate and entered the city, the overall situation was decided. Unexpectedly, enemy reinforcements suddenly appeared outside the city. He looked at the fire near the west gate and listened attentively, but the sound of killing was still endless. And attacking a battalion by himself, but he was constantly encountering the impact and stubborn resistance of the enemy. At this time, in the city on the west side of the city, there was already a chaotic battle. Zhao Jun and Liangzhou Jun are on both sides, you have me, I have you. The soldiers all relied on the color of their clothes to distinguish between friend and foe, and they killed in the dark.

In this chaos, Du Ziming maintained a rare sobriety. He knew that with his current situation, only by quickly overcoming the camp wall could he end this dilemma. Only then did a wave of his own soldiers climb the wall of the enemy's camp, seeing that the enemy army could no longer hold it. At this time, there were those brave enemy soldiers in iron armor at the corner of the street, and they had no choice but to conquer the enemy camp and defend on the spot.

Seeing another team of horsemen climb the camp wall from a short ladder, Du Ziming couldn't help but feel excited. He raised his sword and shouted, encouraging the soldiers beside him, watching them climb the short ladder one after another, and he himself was unwilling to be left behind, following the ladder and the footsteps of his predecessors, he climbed the camp wall in front of him, which was already full of the corpses of soldiers on both sides.

Du Ziming climbed the camp wall, and before he had time to catch his breath, he suddenly saw another group of soldiers pouring out of the enemy camp, coming towards the camp wall, and he was already fighting with his own vanguard soldiers. These enemy troops are armed with spears and blades, and their will to fight is extremely strong. For a while, neither side was allowed to make an inch.

Du Ziming roared, urging the soldiers around him to fight bravely, and he himself held a knife and walked forward along the crowd. He himself knew that once he was counterattacked by the enemy this time, it would be a fatal situation! He raised his sword and fought hard with his own soldiers in the front row. Soldiers from both sides continued to fall around him. However, Du Ziming couldn't take care of anything. He was now disheveled, with a knife in one hand and a short spear in the other, slashing or piercing, and blood splattered all over his face, like a mad tiger.

The area where the two soldiers came into contact was like a huge meat grinder, and the surrounding soldiers were constantly involved in it, and after a short fight, they fell to the ground and were never seen again. And Du Ziming, who was in the middle of the fight, saw that the enemy army was gradually exhausted, and he was overjoyed, but he suddenly heard that there were enemy soldiers behind the opponent's formation one after another: "Li Sima is here!" ”

"Li Sima is here!" This voice was like a death knell for Du Ziming. He saw that the enemy army, which was already exhausted, instantly became excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and continued to fight bravely with the weapons in his hands, but in about half an hour, the previous offensive and defensive momentum had been reversed.

After the Lingju County soldiers, Li Yanzhao was wearing iron armor and standing with a long knife in his hand. The sharp pain from his body caused cold sweat to continue to break out on his forehead, trickling down, gradually dyeing the cold mask a little warm. Beside him, a hundred generals gave Zuo Zheng over again and again: "The last general is not good to defend the camp, please surrender Sima ......"

"The enemy is strong, and he is prepared. How can I blame you? Li Yanzhao used his right hand hard, letting the blade support his already somewhat unstable body: "As the head of the battalion, when I am facing the enemy, I can't stand with my own generals, how can I blame them?" ”

Li Yanzhao paused: "The army will not abandon the army, and the army will not abandon the general!" ”

On the camp wall, the Lingju county soldiers who launched a counterattack fought desperately and firmly nailed the Hun cavalry who climbed the wall to the wall. And on the streets outside the camp wall, the earth-shattering shouts of killing have already sounded. Li Yanzhao raised his head: "Even if this wave is barely held, what should we do if the enemy's reinforcements suddenly arrive?" ”

Du Ziming on the camp wall had begun to feel a kind of despair that hurt to the bone marrow. The fighting at the west gate continued. And he was already in the middle of the two Lingju county soldiers inside and outside the camp wall. The terrible enemy in iron armor had already chopped melons and vegetables and cooked the horsemen outside the camp wall, and killed them up the wall along the short ladder that had been erected on the camp wall before. Behind him, there was a sound of shouting and killing and the popping of blades into the flesh, and the nerves of the few remaining Hun horsemen on the camp wall began to gradually collapse......

Chen Shan climbed the camp wall, slashed down a Hun cavalry who was blocking the way, and immediately fought with several enemy soldiers who were still stubbornly resisting around him. Cheng Yong jumped off the camp wall after him, and when he saw an enemy soldier on Chen Shan's side who had not had time to react, the long knife in his hand had already slashed out like lightning. It slashed at the enemy's shoulder, and the sword in the enemy's hand fell to the ground with a loud thud, followed by a heart-rending howl. Cheng Yong didn't do much useless. He drew his knife and slashed horizontally, and the enemy was already separated. The corpse, which was still spurting blood in the neck cavity, slowly fell.

Cheng Yong was a little incredulous. He stretched out his left hand and wiped the blood from his face. The great excitement instantly grabbed him. Ignoring the fact that he was still on the battlefield of life and death, he bent down to pick up the head of the enemy that was still rolling in his bones. The fur hat worn on the head has long since fallen somewhere, and the two strands of braided hair hanging down from the temples indicate that the owner of the head is none other than the Huns.

Cheng Yong bent over and ran a few steps, grabbed the braid of the left sideburn with his right hand, and was about to stand up. His joyful incoherent voice had already burst out of his throat: "Chen Shichang, look ......"

His waist was half straightened, and the joy on his face had not yet faded, but a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, but it reflected in his pupils, making his face full of joy suddenly turn into horror—a smiling enemy general, with a knife in one hand and a short spear in the other, was rushing towards him. The sharpness of the long knife and short spear in his hand gradually magnified in Cheng Yong's eyes. And Cheng Yong, who was holding his head and straightened half of his waist, was stunned on the spot, and even forgot that he was still holding a long knife in his left hand.

The short spear in the hand of the smiling Hun general stabbed out like lightning, and stabbed straight at Cheng Yong, who was still standing on the spot. Cheng Yong couldn't dodge, so he could only watch the sharpened spear tip approach his chest inch by inch from the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, a dark shadow came from the side and knocked down the Hun general who rushed straight away. I only heard a loud bang in the cave, and the two of them fell to the ground together. Standing on the spot, Cheng Yong, who thought he was dead, looked at it, the black shadow that rushed past was not Chen Shan, but who was it?

The two of them rolled around on the ground among the corpses of their generals. The armor leaves of the iron armor on Chen Shan's body collided and rubbed against the bricks of the camp wall, making a gurgling sound. The long knife in Chen Shan's hand had already been lost somewhere, and the Hun general took advantage of his body to press Chen Shan's hands on the one hand, and on the other hand, he freed his right hand and slashed at Chen Shan's shoulder armor.

Chen Shan snorted in pain, but struggled even harder, trying to get rid of the suppression of the Hun general. The enemy slashed a knife on the iron armor, and seeing that Chen Shan was not injured in the slightest, he made the knife in his hand curl the blade, and he was angry. With a wave of his right hand, he threw the long knife aside, and then copied the short spear in his left hand, aimed it at Chen Shan's chest who was suppressed on the ground, and stabbed it hard!

"Ahh The enemy general's face was hideous, but he didn't break free, but just continued to dig the short spear in his hand inch by inch into Chen Shan's chest......

"No—" Cheng Yong roared in despair, and only then did he remember that he still had a long knife in his hand after the catastrophe. He lost the previous head in his right hand, raised his long knife with both hands, and slashed at the enemy general's neck!