Li Yanzhao looked like a mad demon, and rushed into the remaining Hun cavalry formation that was fighting and retreating on the city wall with the first knife in his hand, slashing and slashing. There was no trace of pity and mercy in his eyes, and all that remained was endless hatred, and the determination to kill all the enemies in the city.

With Wang He and Zheng Zhong climbing the wall to join the battle group, and the most brave Xiongnu centurion was given the head, the morale of the Xiongnu cavalry on the wall began to suffer a serious blow. Originally, they had consumed a lot of physical strength and fighting spirit in the previous tug-of-war, but at this time, they could only watch the wolf-like Liangzhou army in the city, forcing them to a desperate situation step by step.

Although these Huns were brave and unmatched, compared with the well-organized Liangzhou army, they also lacked some strict discipline and strict organization. Under the pressure of the Liangzhou army, which cooperated with each other and had a clear division of labor, these Hun cavalry had been forced to the small section of the camp wall where they had climbed the ladder at the beginning.

The Hun cavalry in the front row is still fighting with the Liangzhou army, and both sides are trying their best to fight, but often a Hun cavalry has to face the slashing of several Liangzhou soldiers, as well as the stabbing of the spears in the back row, although there are some results, but compared to the casualties they paid, it can be called insignificant.

The lone Hun cavalry in the rear were all ambushed at this time. Li Yanzhao's face was covered with blood, and he was also stabbed twice, but fortunately, he was wearing double armor, one on the side of the ribs, and the other on the shoulder socket, and the injury was not deep. At this time, Li Yanzhao had long since lost his pain, just stared at his red eyes, quietly stepped forward, and looked at the Hun cavalry who were forced to this narrow camp wall.

The Liangzhou soldiers clenched the swords and shields in their hands, and then advanced to force up, and several Hun cavalry in front of them still wanted to resist in vain, they put on a brave posture and rushed towards the Liangzhou soldiers. Raising the knife in his hand, he shouted and howled loudly in Hu language, as if he wanted to pull a few more people on their backs before they died.

Seeing these people rushing closer, the sword and shield bearers in the front row set up their shields one after another, and the pikemen holding spears also put the tips of their spears on the top of their shields, making a posture of being ready to stab at any time.

"Thorn!" Li Yanzhao lifted the ring-headed knife in his hand, as if he shouted angrily with all his strength, and then the knife in his hand that was still dripping blood pointed forward, and the hideous faces of the Hun cavalry who had rushed forward were already very clear in his eyes. With his command, the pikemen behind the shield array struggled to stab the spears in their hands straight out!

In an instant, several blood flowers bloomed in front of the shield array. A few spears stabbed out, and the Hun cavalry who rushed over and were unwilling to fail were stabbed to the heart. Even if they were stabbed in the opposite direction, the mouths of the people who were not yet dead were still scolding and chattering in nonsense, and Li Yanzhao could already feel their strong malice from their tones, like evil ghosts in the Yama Palace.

Li Yanzhao took a step forward, and as soon as his wrist flipped, the knife in his hand had already slashed horizontally at the side neck of a Hun cavalryman, and he felt that the knife in his hand had been fighting for so long, and he didn't know whether it was blunt or curled. When he cut into the other party's spine, he stopped, and he couldn't cut it again. Li Yanzhao drew his knife expressionlessly, and the neck of the Hun cavalry immediately fell to the side, and the blood splashed from his wound also quickly sprayed Li Yanzhao's body.

Li Yanzhao stretched out his right hand and wiped it on his face casually. Then with a wave of the knife in his hand, he pointed at the remaining Hun cavalry, and roared: "Kill! Without looking at the left and right sergeants, he rushed forward with his own sword!

Two Hun cavalrymen rushed out in front, two long knives, one left and one right, both rushing towards him. The left knife was very sharp, stabbing straight at the place where there was no iron armor on his side, while the right side slashed down with great force. Both sides are attacking together, and at least one side is trying to dodge.

Li Yanzhao's face was expressionless, seeing that the knife on the left was about to stab, and the knife on the right was still in the air, he had already stretched out his left hand and grabbed the blade that stabbed him!

The Hun cavalryman holding the sword, seeing that the other party's fierce general was actually holding his blade with his hand, was shocked in his heart, and instinctively reflected, that is, he tried to draw the knife, but the knife seemed to grow in the hand of the enemy general, and did not move.

The Hun cavalryman clenched his sword, and the last conscious image in his life was that the enemy general turned his head to him and smiled evilly. Before he could react, he already felt a chill in his chest. The enemy dodged the slash from his right side, then calmly stabbed the knife into his heart, and then his eyes were red and the blade stirred, stirring his internal organs.

Li Yanzhao pulled out the knife with his right hand, and his left hand also let go of the blade of the Hun cavalry. Waves of warm liquid trickled down the deep knife edge on his left hand. The Hun cavalry on the opposite side who had slashed the empty knife was already furious at this time, and he struggled with his right hand, and the long knife in his hand was already from the bottom to the top, slashing diagonally towards Li Yanzhao's side.

Li Yanzhao swung out his right hand vigorously, and he had already swung the knife in the hand of the Hun cavalryman, and at this moment, the Liangzhou army in the rear came one after another, and a spear was already stabbing forward with all his might, piercing the throat of the Hun cavalry.

The Hun cavalryman abandoned his sword in his right hand, clutched his throat with both hands, and opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe in some fresh air. But it was doomed to be in vain. The Liangzhou soldier who stabbed the shot in the rear struggled to pull out the spear in his hand, and in the throat of the Hun cavalry, a column of blood spurted out in a blink of an eye. Then, he fell limply backwards, quickly becoming a lifeless corpse.

The Hun cavalry in the back row next to the short ladder, seeing that they couldn't do anything, had already climbed the ladder over the wall one after another. The battle on the north side of the camp wall has finally been decided. Li Yanzhao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then took two steps forward, and when he wanted to command his Liangzhou soldiers to exterminate the remaining Hun cavalry, he stumbled on a corpse and faltered.

Li Yanzhao used all his strength to stand firmly, but the pain in the wounds all over his body spread through his nerves very vividly at this time, making him break out in a cold sweat and almost want to roar and lose his voice. And the Liangzhou soldiers on his side also pounced at this time, and they wanted to do their best to kill these Hun cavalry here in one fell swoop.

Just when these soldiers pounced on them and strangled with the remaining Hun cavalry, sporadic shouts and shouts began to sound on the southeast side of the camp wall, and the Huns' nonsense shouts and shouts.

Li Yanzhao looked at the shadow of the camp wall on the southeast side in the morning light, and his heart became more and more anxious. However, before he could order his subordinates to speed up their movements, outside the camp, there were earth-shattering shouts and shouts of killing!

Li Yanzhao hurriedly cut down a Hun cavalry in front of him, and then turned back to the nearest watchtower, climbed the tower to look, but saw the scene he didn't want to see the most - on the east side of the camp, the banner of the word "Zhao" was all over the sky. Looking at the Zhao army that attacked this time, its number was by no means less than 3,000!

Li Yanzhao, who was standing on the watchtower, saw this scene and almost fell headlong from the watchtower. It was only with his right hand that he struggled to hold on to the pillar of the watchtower to stabilize his figure.

A thought flashed through his mind - this time, it was really over...... [.]