(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, Hammer S, Tongle Village)

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Sonor! Zongba's third axe slashed at the same position of the lasso at the battlement, and the tough cowhide rope finally broke, and the Huns who were about to put their palms on the edge of the battlement let out a muffled snort, and even the people took the rope and fell down heavily.

At the beginning of the Huns' attack, they were half-invited and half-pushed by the Han brothers, Qu Liang, Qingyan and others, pulled down the enemy platform, pushed the barracks to Zhang Fang, and lay in front of the collapsed half-collapsed ruin, and saw this scene clearly.

I can't see that this short and sturdy man really has a hand. On the other hand, the seven or eight guards of the Fuping Marquis Mansion were also slashing the nooses thrown by the Huns, but few of them succeeded. The difference is that Zongba slashed at the same position three times in a row, while Fuwei slashed seven or eight in one go, with almost no overlapping knife marks, and the techniques are very different, so it is strange that they can be cut.

It was precisely because of the inability of the government guards to resist that the Huns finally pounced on the enemy one by one.

As Zhang Fang feared, the Huns found a way to crack, or deal with, the thunder cannon. When the Huns approached the sheep and horse wall, the guards tried to throw out the thunder cannons. As a result, most of them were blocked by the Huns with shields. The sound of the explosion was still thrilling, and many Hun slaves were so frightened that they fell to their knees and trembled. But in the whole process, except for a few unlucky people who were injured in the eyes and ears, none of them were seriously injured, and no one was killed.

In the process, many of the slaves of the Khan tribe fled in fear. Mo Xi was alone, and was blocked by the guards with arrows and stones, and was not allowed to enter the city for a while. As time passed, the sound of artillery became more and more urgent, and the balance of the battle began to tilt towards the side with superior forces.

At this time, the Huns finally adapted to the thunder and flames. When they attacked again, there were not only slaves, but also brave Yakhans, and bones that they picked up when they saw a bargain.

At the moment when the huge round sun jumped out of the earth, the first Huns also jumped on the beacon.

The worst moment has finally arrived.

The Han brothers rushed forward.

The lame Qu Liang also rushed up.

Li Ren, who was also protected by the sixth year of junior high school, also rushed forward.

In the end, even the sixth junior high who was injured with one hand and one foot also dragged his injured leg and rushed up.

Zhang Fang ignored Qingyan's obstruction, jumped out of the broken wall, pulled out his long sword, threw away the scabbard casually, and pointed at Qingyan: "You stay with Lu Nu, no matter how critical the situation is, don't move!" ”

Qingyan was so anxious that she almost cried: "No! I want to protect my son......"

"Qingyan, you watch with your eyes open, this son doesn't need your protection!" With his sword in his chest, his lips in a line, his slightly thin body leaned forward and swooped forward, he rushed up the dirt steps to the chaotic enemy platform.

When Zhang Fang stepped on the last step, a figure flashed in front of him, and a Hun man turned his back to him, swinging a knife and slashing at Lin Tianci.

The Huns were not tall, but they had broad shoulders and thick backs, and they seemed very powerful, and with each slash, the gold and iron vibrated and sputtered sparks that scorched the eyes.

What surprised Zhang Fang was not the bravery of the Huns, but Lin Tianci's standard civil official "Fucheng", who not only steadily accepted the opponent's attack, but also counterattacked from time to time, and also used the color to image the entire western swordsman.

The look of surprise flashed away, and the battle was fierce, and there was no time to hesitate. Zhang Fang did not hesitate, bent his right elbow and raised his sword to aim at the Hun vest, and his left hand pressed the palm of his left hand against the small fish of the right hand holding the sword - this is a kind of swordsmanship when stabbing at a short distance.

In his previous life, because of his professional relationship (mental hospital, high risk factor), Zhang Fang had learned anti-arthropic surgery, ground control surgery, etc., but he had never learned swordsmanship. And the reason why he was able to use this technique was because of the instinctive reaction of this body.

The children of aristocratic families of the Han Dynasty not only study literature, but also practice martial arts, and riding and shooting swords are compulsory courses. It is really developing in the direction of "getting on the horse to fight the crazy Hu, and getting off the horse to write the military script". Although this body has a weak foundation, it has also undergone formal swordsmanship training. After Zhang Fang devoured the soul, he also integrated this instinct into himself, just like etiquette, and when he needed it, he would naturally show it.

The tip of the sword touched his back, and he sped up - poof! The four-foot long sword, which is fully submerged in half a foot, shows the sharpness of the sword.

Yes!

The Huns let out an angry roar and swung their backhand at the sword - Zhang Fang abandoned his sword first and flew backwards. He's not technically blind, and he doesn't know the basic offensive and defensive principles.

The next moment, the sword flashed, blood spurted like a fountain, and the Huns' necks were split in half, protruding with dead fish eyes, and fell in a strange posture.

Behind him, Lin Tianci's panting figure appeared, nodded to him, and then swung his knife again to kill the enemy.

Zhang Fang stepped forward and stepped on the corpse of the Huns, and pulled out his long sword with both hands. With a wave of his hand, the blade of the sword crossed a half-arc, blood beads flew, and the sword body was like a mirror, without any bloodstains. There is no blood in killing, and it is indeed a sword.

After the baptism of the Qingxiju incident, Zhang Fang no longer has a psychological barrier to killing, and blood all over the ground has become commonplace.

The killing, once it starts, can't stop.

Yikes! A Hun jumped down from the battlement. With just one blow, he beat Qu Liang, who was unstable, to the ground and almost fell off the enemy platform.

The shape is like a hammer, the size is like a fist, and there are different materials of copper, iron and stone. This Hun used a stone coffin, no less than seven or eight catties, and took advantage of the momentum of jumping up, hammered down, and broke Qu Liang's spear shaft alive. As soon as the weapon was broken, danger suddenly arose.

This Hun wrestler was even more ferocious than the Huns who had just slashed against Lin Tianci, and the Qingyan and Lu slaves below were horrified to see that Xiao Langjun, who was a circle smaller than the other party, actually rushed forward like crazy and stabbed at the other party......

Qu Liang was already exhausted, clumsy on the left and right, and struggling to support. Just when he was about to fall down at any time, a help suddenly popped out of his side, his heart was relieved, and he was about to say thank you, but suddenly his eyes kept coming, and his heart that had just relaxed suddenly tightened.

At the same time, the stone of the Hun Lux turned around and smashed heavily towards the comer.

"Childe can't ......"

Two frightened female voices rang out at the same time as the voice of a grieving man.

Almost in the same order as the exclamation, blood burst out, confusing the human eye.

When the blood is gone, the situation in front of him is not a broken skull, a young man died; but the sword went into the throat and fell to the ground.

How so?

The last thought of Hun Lux was "How could I suddenly be confused......"

Qingyan, Lu Nu, Qu Liang and the others who witnessed this scene were all stunned, their brains couldn't turn for a while, and the screams in their throats continued......

Zhang Fang, who heard the exclamation, did not forget to turn around and raise his chin to Qingyan, which meant "Look, do I need to protect or not?" ”

But what Zhang Fang saw was not Qingyan's smile, but frightened eyes, and a scream that suddenly raised an octave: "Childe be careful......"

Before Zhang Fang could look back, a strong surge came, and he stumbled backwards involuntarily. At a glance, he could already see that it was a Hun who suddenly appeared and slashed with a knife. It was Qu Liang who picked up half of the broken shield and fought hard to resist, but was hit by the opponent's huge force, couldn't hold the pile, and hit himself heavily on his back.

Zhang Fang stumbled all the way and almost rolled down the stairs several times. When there were still five or six steps from the ground, he still couldn't stop the momentum after all, and he rolled and fell down. It was easy to freeze his body, the pillar sword propped up his upper body, and when he looked up, a familiar hideous hairy face came into view.

Bone beard!