The sharp arrow penetrated the body, and a miserable scream came from the top of Zhou Loufeng's head, and Zhou Loufeng realized that one day, there was a Khitan barbarian who climbed onto the stone wall.

Zhou Xiaoquan glared at Zhou Loufeng coldly, and continued to bend his bow and arrows, but Zhou Loufeng smiled even more happily.

This time, the Khitan rushed to the mountain, and the curtain came to an end in the process of Zhou Xiaoquan's sharp archery and the tireless carrying of stones by the black bull. When the Khitan barbarians dropped a dozen corpses and retreated, none of them, except for two or three, touched the mountain gate.

The black bull spat on the ground and scolded: "Dog-mother-raised barbarian, don't go back, see if Lao Tzu doesn't smash you into meat patties one by one to feed the dogs!" He rubbed his arms alternately with his two hands, as if he still had the strength to spare.

Zhou Loufeng was not as optimistic as the black bull, he glanced at the sky, it was still early before it got dark, which also meant that if the Khitan barbarians retreated without knowing the difficulties, there would be enough time to launch another wave of offensives. And after this temptation, the Khitan barbarians will definitely improve their tactics, and the next attack on the mountain will be much more difficult to deal with than this time.

"Hurry up and breathe a sigh of relief, there will be a second wave of attacks by the Khitan barbarians, everyone work hard, hold on until dark, this battle will be much easier to fight!" Zhou Loufeng said to the dozen sergeants behind the stone wall with a happy face.

After saying this, Zhou Loufeng glanced at the stones and wood behind the stone wall. Most of the stones have been consumed, and there are a lot of wood, but the power of wood is obviously not as strong as that of stones. He looked at the dozen sergeants again, three of them were all painted and were shot by Khitan bows and arrows, and one of them was seriously injured and had lost his combat effectiveness.

Zhou Loufeng asked the seriously injured one to be sent back to the fort without saying anything.

The mountain was quiet for half an hour, and then there was movement again, and the Khitan barbarians began to attack the mountain again.

As Zhou Loufeng expected, this time the Khitan barbarians were much smarter, no longer a group of people crowded on the mountain road, rushing up along the mountain road, but scattered separately and climbed up the entire slope. And they abandoned those shields, and began to rush with only their sabers.

Zhou Loufeng's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he knew that the real trouble was coming. The Khitan barbarians can disperse, although the speed will be slower, but it will be much more difficult for the stones to knock down people, and the people are scattered, everyone has space to dodge the stones, as long as the reaction is faster, it is very likely to avoid the stones rolling down the mountain. Instead of using a shield, only carrying a saber undoubtedly greatly increased mobility, and the shield could not block the stones anyway, so it was simply abandoned. As for the shield's defense against bows and arrows, they gave it up for the time being.

Seeing this, Zhou Loufeng said loudly: "I'm aiming and smashing, Zhou Xiaoquan, you bring two good archery, change the position and release the arrows, damn it, this time the power of the stone is small, you have to use the bow and arrow to shoot more!" ”

As Zhou Loufeng expected, this battle was much more difficult, and the inverted ditch sergeants behind the mountain gate were tired and bent their arms, and they did not hit a few Khitan barbarians. However, Zhou Xiaoquan still achieved brilliant results, although the iron arrows in his hands failed to be unsuccessful, but he won a lot, and sent four or five barbarians down the hillside.

The mountain is not smooth, and the Khitan barbarians below can also find shelter, and as soon as they approach the mountain gate, they immediately take off their bows and arrows behind their backs and shoot wildly at the mountain gate. With the cooperation of more than a dozen Khitan barbarians, several Khitan barbarians with wooden planks rushed up on the mountain road, and they carried the wooden planks to erect wooden bridges and climb mountain gates and stone walls.

At this point, the battle became a small siege battle. The sergeants of the inverted ditch suffered from few people, limited firepower, and a small striking surface, otherwise with such a geographical advantage, the Khitan barbarians would not have been able to attack.

When the first Khitan barbarian of this wave climbed the stone wall, Zhou Loufeng pulled out a horizontal knife and greeted the comer. He rushed out, which means that this mountain attack battle has developed to the point of short-edged contact.

A Khitan barbarian appeared in front of the black bull who happened to lift the stone, and the other party roared loudly and pounced on the black bull. The black bull's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly, and his arms suddenly exerted force, throwing the stone in his hand fiercely, directly smashing it on the chest of the Khitan barbarian who was vacating in the air. The Khitan barbarian's body suddenly stiffened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew upside down from the stone wall.

Zhou Xiaoquan took more than ten steps back, left the stone wall, stood on the top, half-squatted on the ground, put the quiver at his feet, kept pulling out arrows from it, shot out one by one, and shot the Khitan barbarians who climbed the outcrop of the stone wall one by one, and in a moment, he shot and injured several barbarians.

Zhou Loufeng saw this scene by chance, and was so shocked that he couldn't care about the Khitan barbarians rushing up in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Xiaoquan, move the place, move the place!" ”

Zhou Xiaoquan was looking at him, and an iron arrow was coming towards him, nailed to Zhou Xiaoquan's chest! Zhou Xiaoquan was stunned, his eyes gradually lost their lustre, his body shook twice, and then he fell down and rolled down from above.

"Ahh Zhou Loufeng suddenly roared, extremely terrible, he waved the horizontal knife in his hand, and cut a Khitan barbarian who rushed in front of him in half, and in the gushing blood, Zhou Loufeng rushed to Zhou Xiaoquan's body, and stopped him when Zhou Xiaoquan hit the stone wall.

"Xiaoquan, Xiaoquan!" Zhou Loufeng picked up Zhou Xiaoquan and shouted anxiously.

Zhou Xiaoquan opened his eyes with great difficulty, a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he coughed twice, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked behind Zhou Loufeng in horror.

A Khitan barbarian was slashing Zhou Loufeng from behind with a knife!

Zhou Xiaoquan didn't know where to get the strength, rushed up from the ground, and before the knife in the opponent's hand fell, he hugged the Khitan barbarian waist and slammed it against the stone wall.

With a bang, the Khitan barbarian couldn't care about the pain, and with a strange scream, the saber turned into a vertical stab, and stabbed down on Zhou Xiaoquan's vest Meng!

But where would Zhou Loufeng let him succeed, he stepped forward to keep up, slashed with a knife, and moved the head of this Khitan barbarian!

When the Khitan barbarians fell, Zhou Xiaoquan also fell weakly. Zhou Loufeng's eyes were about to drip blood, he just wanted to go over and help Zhou Xiaoquan up, and another Khitan barbarian jumped into the wall, seeing Zhou Xiaoquan fall to the ground without moving, Zhou Loufeng almost wanted to go crazy, he roared, slashed horizontally and vertically with the knife in his hand, and fought with the Khitan barbarian in front of him.

Zhou Loufeng didn't want to die, completely ignoring his injuries, while slashing and killing the Khitan barbarians who kept appearing in front of him, while crying, every time he swung a knife, he had to shout Zhou Xiaoquan, but Zhou Xiaoquan lay on the ground completely silently, and he had no intention of being able to stand up.

As crazy as Zhou Loufeng, there is also the black bull, he is strong and strong, holding two horizontal knives, like a stone mountain, guarding the mountain gate, all the Khitan barbarians who rushed to the mountain gate, none of them can cross him. The blood mist in the sword light kept erupting, and a piece of flesh and blood flew sideways, which was extremely tragic.

It's just that when an iron arrow pierced the calf of the black bull, he couldn't continue to stand firmly, and was rushed up by a violent Khitan barbarian and slashed in the neck. In an instant, the black bull's eyes were round, blood gushed out from the end, and he grabbed the Khitan barbarian with a fierce grip, and the horizontal knife in his hand was fiercely sent into the opponent's chest.

Seeing that there were two other Khitan barbarians rushing up, the black bull whose neck kept bleeding out opened his mouth full of blood, roared, used all his strength, hugged the Khitan barbarian in front of him, and slammed into the mountain gate, and rolled down the mountain gate with two Khitan barbarians.

The last few people were blocked on a big rock twenty steps down the mountain gate, and the black bull whose head hit the big stone and was opened and stained with gray stone with blood was still wide-eyed when he died, and his hands were dragging the robes of the two Khitan barbarians.

"Black Bull!" At the moment when the black bull rushed out of the door, Zhou Loufeng saw the other party, but he had no time to hold the black bull.

"Ahh Zhou Loufeng, whose face was wrinkled and stained red with blood, frantically rushed to the back of the mountain gate one by one Khitan barbarians, and slashed at the other party with a horizontal knife in his hand, but whenever the horizontal knife touched the other party's body, the other party either broke his arm or lost his head, and none of the corpses that fell in front of him were complete.

When it was getting dark, the Khitan barbarians finally retreated again, and this time, they left behind twenty or thirty corpses.

But the dozen sergeants in the pouring ditch are only seven or eight people who can still stand, and all of them are injured.

Zhou Loufeng dug Zhou Xiaoquan out of the corpse, held him in his arms, sat on the ground and cried loudly.

The old sergeant, who was too old to continue to stay in the border army, cried like a child at this time.

The sergeants in the pouring ditch all looked sad when they saw Zhou Loufeng's appearance. In the two battles just now, Zhou Loufeng has already shown them with practical actions that he is the team leader of the pouring ditch, and he is absolutely well-deserved. Whether it is his tactics or personal force, he even far exceeds the standard of a team. Otherwise, when the Khitan barbarians attacked the mountain for the second time, they would all have to die.

Zhou Loufeng, who was covered with old bones and wounds, had forgotten the pain in his body at this time, and even forgot to bandage the wounds that might kill him if he didn't treat them, holding his third son in his arms, Zhou Leaky was in tears, "Every time you go on patrol, I am scared, pinching the hour and waiting for you to return." Every time you come back safely, that's when I'm happiest. Xiaoquan, I have already lost two sons, or did I bury them on the battlefield with my own hands, I can no longer watch what happens to my last son...... But now, my youngest son, the best son, actually died to save me, my old bones, it's not a pity to die, God, why do you always want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?! He's not even sixteen, he's not even sixteen......"

Seven or eight wounded people in the pouring ditch, seeing this situation, couldn't help but have red circles under their eyes.

After a long time, a sergeant spoke up, he threw the horizontal knife on the ground, and shouted angrily at Zhou Loufeng: "Zhou Leaking, none of us can live today, Hengzhi is a death, and Lao Tzu is also out!" But Zhou leaks, Zhou team is positive, can you tell me, what are we fighting for? What are we guarding here for, guarding such a fort with nothing, eating the worst food, living in the most leaky house, and not seeing a single outsider all year round? ”

When he said this, the other sergeants couldn't help but look dazed, and some of them couldn't help but show unwilling looks.

Zhou Loufeng put down Zhou Xiaoquan, stood up, his eyes gradually became sharp, he stared at the sergeant, and said in a deep voice: "I Zhou Leaky Feng can't tell you what you are fighting for, but I can let you know what you are dying for!" He pointed to the corpse behind the stone wall, and then pointed to Zhou Xiaoquan, his tone became more and more aggressive, "They, your comrades, these people who died on the border before you are the reason for your death." You want them to die worthwhile, you want to avenge them, you want to take off the heads of the Khitan barbarians who let them die here, this is the reason why you fight to the death! ”

After saying these words, Zhou Loufeng knelt down in front of Zhou Xiaoquan and shook his head sadly, "In my life, Zhou Loufeng, I have three sons, each of whom is a well-known son, they are all my hope and all my sustenance. But now, they are all dead here, and their bones are buried here. You say, if I don't kill the Khitan barbarians for them, I can still live in peace?! ”

He put a cloak on Zhou Xiao's body, stood up with a horizontal knife, looked at the lights made by the Khitan barbarians under the mountain, and stood straight in the night wind.

"Fight for the dead, even if they die in battle, I will never look back! I, Zhou Loufeng, have killed two sons, and I have to pull the third son to guard here, just to let them see it, and let those barbarians see that in this place, on the border of the Tang Dynasty, the border army will never be killed! ”