Ma Qijin can't remember how many times he waved the spear in his hand, how many times he stabbed it, his arms already had a feeling of numbness and swelling, every time he stabbed out, there was a pain of tendon rupture, the white armor of his body had turned into red armor, and the blood stains on his body covered his true color, and the blood stains were some bright red, some were dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

The formation was already chaotic, the pikemen and the sword and shield men stood side by side, and the bird-stricken-knuckle soldiers with crescent axes drilled in and out of the crowd like needles, cutting people's legs and feet, and some places on the low wall were broken by the Mongol soldiers, and in some places the Kuizhou army pushed out, and the two sides were staggered, you have me, I have you.

His voice was already hoarse, and his instinctive shouts when he fought with all his strength countless times hurt Ma Qijin's vocal cords, and it was a little difficult to even speak, but he didn't feel it at all, and continued to roar in a dumb voice: "Ha! He stabbed out the spear in his hand.

The crisp sound of steel weapons colliding with each other, the muffled sound of heavy blunt weapons smashing against the human body like a pile, the screams of sharp blades cutting through flesh, and the never-ending war drums and horns are intertwined to form a war song of human cannibalism, in which everyone forgets their true nature, only the instinct to survive and the blood of violence erupts.

Li Dingguo stood on the top of the Guan Tower, his hands were "crackling", as if small explosives had been placed between the bone joints, his body trembled slightly, and there was fire burning in his eyes.

The fight of tens of thousands of people is earth-shattering, cruel and fierce, standing aside and watching, for the same Kuizhou military robe, it is not comfortable, this situation is like your brother is fighting with people outside, while you yourself sit at home and watch him fight, but you can't go out to help.

Liu Yun, the general manager beside him, was strong and eager, and he had already run a few times back and forth in and out of the city, scratching his ears and cheeks, and he couldn't wait to pull people out to fight immediately, and his urgent mood was undoubtedly reflected on his anxious face.

"General! Why didn't Grandpa give the order yet? He looked at the arrow tower above the Guanlou, which was the highest place in the entire Guancheng, and his field of vision was extremely wide: "Most of the generals below are the rebels, and the discipline and tactics are far behind, and they can't be compared with our Kuizhou army, although there are 3,000 brothers to support, there are thousands of people in the Tartars, this kind of fighting, there will be accidents!" ”

He said again: "The general's words in front of the grandfather are effective, go and ask the grandfather for battle, I, Liu Yun, am willing to raise troops to reinforce General Li!" ”

Li Dingguo was originally red, staring out of the city, but at this moment, he was troubled by Liu Yun, but he became clear, the blood was still dense, and his eyes no longer radiated anger.

He shook his head, took a deep breath, exhaled, as if he had spit out something in his chest, then turned around, patted Liu Yun on the shoulder who was about to jump up, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the person who took you, take care of your energy, rest assured, there is a battle for you behind!" ”

"But......" Liu Yun stiffened his neck to argue.

"No but!" Li Ding's Chinese tone became stern, and the hand on Liu Yun's shoulder waved sharply: "You look at the Tatar big array, the Jianzhou Eight Banners have not moved, that is the elite of the Tatars, the grandfather does not move, it makes sense, what do you know?" Go down! ”

Liu Yun has followed Li Dingguo since he was a child, and it is almost the same as a half-brother and half-servant, but now although he has become the president of Qian, he does not dare to speak at all, as soon as Li Dingguo is angry, Liu Yun immediately lost his temper, clenched his fists stupidly, and went down.

Li Dingguo turned around and continued to face the outside of the pass, in the hazy smoke of gunpowder, the shouts of killing were overwhelming, and the figures were shaking in the blood light, although the drizzle was drizzling, it did not hinder the fighting on both sides at all.

Li Tingyu's voice was like a thunderbolt and lightning, and it was still clearly audible in the midst of the chaotic army, and listening to the voice, the one-eyed general seemed to enjoy this kind of hand-to-hand combat. However, did the rebels dare to fight like this? How many people can persevere in the face of cruel death?

He couldn't help but look at the arrow tower one floor higher.

There, Wang Huan looked into the distance, holding the square shield of the arrow tower and squinting his eyes and looking at it seriously.

His expression was indifferent, as if the battle below was not the annihilation and collision of life, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes, only an iron-blooded light flickered.

Ma Xintian and Ma Wannian stood behind him on the left and on the right, Li Dingguo's task was to guard the gate, once Li Tingyu was defeated, he would have to resist, so he stayed below.

Ma Xintian's face was the same as Wang Huan's, joyless and carefree, indifferent, the two stood together, like two stone statues without emotion, and the silence was maddening.

Sometimes, but Ma Wannian is different, this square-faced young man has a red and white complexion, his thick eyebrows are twisted into a hemp rope, and his right hand on the quiver around his waist trembles slightly, as if he can't help but draw an arrow at any time.

Looking at the two stone statues around him, Ma Wannian still held back.

Sometimes, Ma Wannian recalled the first time he saw Wang Huan a few years ago, and now he is like two people, although Wang Huan at that time was already wise and close to demons, and his knowledge was far away, but he was still more or less happy and angry, and everyone admired him more than he was afraid.

And Ma Xintian at that time, although he was also a taciturn person, at least he still had an expression on his face, sometimes he would smile, and when he was angry, he would scold his mother, which was a bit of fireworks.

Now, these two people don't know when they started, and they don't know if they influenced each other, they began to develop in the direction of cold and arrogant, speaking is always a tone, Wang Huan is a little better, at least amiable when facing down, and Ma Xintian has become an expressionless zombie, except for bowing and saluting when facing Wang Huan, he doesn't even pay attention to people at other times, and the soldiers below have given him a nickname: "Iron-faced Yama".

At this time, the battle below was in full swing, but there was silence on the arrow tower, no one spoke, and even the guards standing a little farther away were suppressed by the dull atmosphere, and unconsciously reduced the range of breathing.

"Did General Lee resist it?" Finally, Wang Huan spoke, his lips moved, and he didn't know who to say.

"Stand it!" It was Ma Xintian who responded.

The two didn't move their bodies, and they didn't even look at each other.

Ma Wannian looked at Ma Xintian strangely, thinking how did he know that he was asking him?

Wang Huan groaned for a while, and spoke again: "The Mongols are here for money, they have no reason to work hard, if there are too many people, the wolves on the steppe will swallow them." Who would risk exterminating the clan to fight for the life and death of the people of Jianzhou? You're right, General Lee should be able to hold out. ”

"However, if the rebels can't hold on, it's also troublesome, you see, whose people are on the right?" Wang Huan pointed in one direction: "The rear team went first, and our people in front were still fighting, but they retreated first." ”

"The Warlords are under the city." Ma Xintian said briefly.

Wang Huan nodded.

The arrow tower fell silent again, and Ma Wannian was in a trance, as if the conversation just now had not happened, it was all an illusion.

……

Under the wall, a row of white-armored soldiers stood quietly leaning on the last of the rejecting horses, like a white stone wall on the battlefield in the rain.

Liu Li, the commander of the Huozi Battalion, stood at the forefront of the stone wall with a mountain-destroying crossbow and a sharp blade at his waist, watching the battle not far away with cold eyes.

A group of untidy men came from the front, all with blood and many wounded, and rushed to each other through the passage reserved between the low wall and the trench.

Liu Li stood on their way and stopped them sideways.

"Go back!" Two words came out of his mouth, and his voice was not loud but fierce.

The group of people was stunned for a moment, and stood still, and the people in front shouted: "I have been fighting for several hours, and the wounded are dying, and we have to retreat to rest, you get out of the way!" ”

"Kuizhou military order, there is no advance or retreat in the battle, there is death and no life, and those who retreat without permission will be killed!"

"Grass you mother! Who do you think you are? Lao Tzu is not from your Kuizhou army! ”

"I've been fighting for so long, and the iron man still has to be painted! Go up and try it yourself! ”

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, or don't blame us for being polite!"

In the midst of the shouting, a tall leader-like figure lined up with stragglers and walked up, and as soon as he stood there, he was a head taller than Liu Li.

"This general Li Zhuang of Yangcheng County, once participated in the Fencheng Alliance, thanks to the righteousness of Liangguo Gong to help, this general, you see, my people have broken a lot, and if they continue to fight, I am afraid that there will not be a few left, I know that the military law of the Guogong is like a mountain, but we are not a Kuizhou family, let us go over, I will ask the grandfather of the country for something to blame!" Dahan Road.

Liu Li looked at him coldly, his eyes cold.

Shaking his head, he picked up the mountain-destroying crossbow: "I only know military law, I don't know anything else." If General Li wants to go back, he can, just kill the Tartars. ”

"Fuck you!" The big man blew up: "Why don't you go and kill the Tartar?" Lao Tzu said, do you really think you're a character? Get out of the way! ”

After that, the big man stepped up, and he was going to break through.

Liu Li's eyebrows didn't move, the trigger in his hand was pulled, and a crossbow arrow came out of the string, hitting the center of the big man's eyebrows.

The big man froze in place, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Li tremblingly, his mouth moved, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, he just fell to the ground and didn't move.

His subordinates, one or two hundred people, were shocked on the spot, and no one reacted for a while.

What a killing?

Liu Li slowly moved his bow and crossbow and aimed it at these people.

In a moment, the crowd exploded, and more than a dozen people in front of them roared angrily, raised their knives and rushed forward, scolding.

Liu Li didn't pull the trigger, and from his side, a rain of arrows flew out, and the unique "Xiu Xiu" sound of the mountain-destroying crossbow was endless, and the white "stone wall" standing behind the row spoke.

The commotion of these hundreds of people under the wall did not set off a big wave, and it was suppressed before it could make a fuss.

Wang Huan was on the arrow tower, just took a cursory look, and then set his eyes on the battlefield in the fierce battle.

"Liu Li is good, handle it properly." He didn't seem to know who he was talking to.

"Hmm." Ma Xintian replied again.

It's like asking yourself a question.

(End of chapter)