The soldiers on the wall of Renqiu City looked at the Yellow Turban Army carrying the ladder and swarming with a frightened face. In the dark night, it surged like a black beast.

"Archer~~ Ready!"

"Shoot the arrow!!"

A terrible hiss from the captain defending the city resounded across the battlefield. Suppressed the suffocating rumble, and clearly reached the ears of every soldier,

The frightened guards of the city suddenly woke up, and hurriedly pulled their bows and shot arrows in a panic, and many people fell directly to the city because of the arrows in their hands in the panic, of course, even if they fought back in a panic, the dense ant-like yellow turban soldiers under the city wall, there were still many people who were missed by the arrows and fell to the ground wailing.

The smell of blood wafted across the battlefield. constantly stimulated the soldiers on the city, the captain guarding the city, stared at the blood-red eyes, and said sharply: "When the city is broken, it is the time when we die. The brethren killed me severely. ”

After the initial panic, in order to survive, the guards of the city all desperately shot the arrows in their hands, and suddenly countless arrows were nailed to the Yellow Turban Army under the city like heavy rain.

The Yellow Turban Army, who were rushing towards the city wall with a ladder, was suddenly caught off guard. The terrible wails resounded through the long street, and in an instant, dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers were shot into hedgehogs. However, the imminent death did not make the Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed to kill retreat, and the death of their companions aroused their anger even more.

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

The first Yellow Turban soldier died, and the latter immediately lifted the ladder and rushed up with a wolf howl on the corpse of his companion. Even if they die, they are still not afraid, because they are the Yellow Turbans.

On the low city walls of Renqiu City, the blood-red eyes of the captain guarding the city were full of cold chills, watching the Yellow Turban Army swarming like a tide, and seeing that no one in the city had come to support until now, his heart was full of despair. He understood that this Qiu Cheng would be captured by the Golden Thief Army sooner or later, but he didn't expect the Yellow Turban Army to attack so fiercely.

However, he was a soldier, and it was his destiny to guard the city. Even though he knew that he would be defeated, he still had to make his last effort, and his poignant and loud voice encouraged the soldiers all the time.

Zhang Yan's slightly green face showed a hideous countenance, which was very terrifying under the light of the torch. In the countless rain of arrows, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he pulled his bow and arrows, and the tidal shouts and fierce killing sounds faded away from Zhang Yan's ears in an instant.

Only the city tower was left in his eyes, the captain guarding the city, there was silence between heaven and earth, Zhang Yan's right eye opened suddenly, and at the same time his right hand was released, only to hear a buzz, a sharp wolf tooth arrow had come out of the string, and the sharp arrow cluster pierced the air and made a piercing scream, lightning straight to the heart of the captain guarding the city~~

"Be careful, sir!"

Hearing the piercing scream, the Han sergeant was all dead, and he quickly stretched out his hand and pushed the captain hard.

"Poof~"

However, the soldier's push, but failed to save him, only to see the blood light collapse, the sturdy body of the captain guarding the city slammed, some unbelievably lowered his head, only to see a feather arrow is inserted in his chest, the end of the feather is trembling slightly in the wind, the next moment, the bone-eroding cold like a tide hit, swallowing him whole, all the strength disappeared in an instant, he staggered back weakly, and fell to the ground.

He was unwilling to look straight at the night sky, was he going to die? If you want to die, maybe it's a good place to die. He is a soldier, and the soldier's horse leather shroud should be the highest funeral.

The charm of a person does not lie in the size of his official position, but in what he does. Just like this captain who guards the city, he is just a low-level miscellaneous captain, but he is loyal and dutiful, and he leads by example to protect the destiny of the soldiers.

The officers and soldiers went crazy, and countless mournful voices rang out: "Damn it, avenge the captain!" Shoot the thief below. In an instant, dozens of Han archers stared at the blood-colored eyes like copper bells, drew their bows and arrows, and their sharp arrows aimed at Zhang Yan under the city.

"Huh!?"

Zhang Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold, a trace of hideous murderous intent flashed across his face, and he reached behind his shoulder with his backhand, pulled out the wolf's tooth arrow in the quiver, put it on the string, and then shouted loudly and exerted force with both arms at the same time, and in the piercing crunch, the three-stone strong bow was full, like a full moon~

"Huh~"

The piercing scream pierced the sky again, and between the lightning and the fire, the wolf's tooth feather arrows had already shot above the tower.

"Uh~~"

In the terrible howl, a Han army archer fell down with a wail, and the last two unlucky eggs were like two grasshoppers, strung together by Zhang Yan's arrow.

However, at that moment, Zhang Yan still felt a great pressure, and the rain of arrows flew fiercely towards Zhang Yan's body, "Dangdang~"

The continuous impact sounded, Zhang Yan threw away the strong bow, waved the steel gun in his hand, and flew the feather arrows shot by the Han archers one by one.

"Poof"

However, even though Zhang Yan's martial arts were strong, there was still an arrow that slipped through the net, and it shot through his arm fiercely, and the red blood slowly flowed down his arm.

"Damn it!!"

The archers on the city wall couldn't help but curse angrily when they saw such a dense rain of arrows only hurting their arms. When the guards of the city aimed at Zhang Yan again.

"General, protect General!!"

Seeing that he was injured, the Yellow Turban soldiers beside Zhang Yan suddenly hissed, and the Yellow Turban soldiers holding giant shields around him quickly raised the shield in their hands and wrapped Zhang Yan in the array.

The rain of arrows slammed into the surface of the giant shield, but it only made a bell-bell sound, and the wooden shield wrapped in iron sheets, although extremely heavy, could play a good role in defending against the rain of arrows.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army had already set up the cloud ladder on the city wall, and saw a Yellow Turban Army holding a shield in his hand, holding a steel knife in his mouth, and gritting his teeth to climb against the wooden stalks, earth and stones falling on the city wall.

However, just as he climbed to the top and threw away the huge shield in his hand and raised his head, a sudden cold light suddenly appeared, and he saw a sharp spear, in the firelight, piercing his chest fiercely.

The Yellow Turban soldier looked at the Han army with a sneering face in front of him unwillingly, and suddenly the Han soldier's hand shrank and the spear was withdrawn, and the Yellow Turban soldier didn't even have the strength to wail, and fell directly.

"Tuk!!"

"Uh~"

The previous Han soldier's hideous smile had not yet faded, and a wolf's tooth arrow pierced his chest, and the huge force brought his body to the pillars of the city wall.

When he was dying, he saw countless Yellow Turban soldiers with hideous faces swarming up, and the steel knives in their hands slashed fiercely at the panicked officers and soldiers with a cold murderous aura. For a while, the short blades on the walls of Renqiu City were connected, the sound of steel knives entering the bones, and the wails of falling to the ground were endless.

More and more Yellow Turban troops poured up, and the Han army at this time had long lost the heart to resist, and I don't know how many people fell and died in the panic.