The fire burned the walls of the city that were not very high, and countless Tatar cavalry abandoned their horses and climbed the siege ladder in the form of foot soldiers.

The sound of fighting was everywhere, standing on the city wall, the immortal howls, muffled snorts that penetrated into the ears, but the shouts of killing.

I don't know what's going on, but the Tatars, who had been only tentative attacks for the past few days, suddenly attacked the city like crazy, and they attacked the city more times than in the previous days combined.

Link personally commanded the battle at the head of the city, and countless arrows poured out of the city, and the huge bed crossbow was smashed by a trebuchet and was torn apart.

The ladder was slippery from being soaked in blood, and after stepping on it with his leather boots, he accidentally kicked his brother behind him off the ladder. The Tatar soldier at the front hung dangerously from the ladder with his arm, but the six or seven brothers who followed him were all sent to hell by his foot.

There were Tatar soldiers probes, and immediately Ming soldiers stretched out their spears from the city, and with a slight push, the Tatar cavalry, which had no reliable foothold, would fall from the city like dumplings.

Three zhang high, not very high, but there are not enough arrows and gravel below, and falling down can only be a death.

Occasionally, soldiers who didn't know whether they were lucky or bad fell on the corpses of their own people, barely trying to survive, but they were powerless because of the concussions from the heights.

Maybe if the tiger's mouth is not captured for a few days, these people will be even more miserable than the unfortunate ones who died, and finally die of hunger and cold.

Those who can move their hands are okay and can end their lives with their own scimitars, but those who can't move can only wait for death.

"Archer, fill the hole in the west for me, grandma's, where are the people dead, no one will see the Tartars over there."

"The bitch's crumbs, doused with gold juice, and burn their bastards."

"Shu Yi, what are you doing in a daze, the shirtless man over there is too powerful, shoot him to death for Lao Tzu."

From time to time, the head of the city came the reprimands of the generals of the Ming border army.

A guy with only one eye and a bow and arrow shot without saying a word, and the arrow was shot, and a fist-sized gravel reached the back of his head.

"Poof"

The rubble burrowed into the young man's head, and the arrow went into the chest of the shirtless tartar man.

The Tatar scimitar was very sharp, and they could not cut off the head of the spear, but they could break the wooden shaft, and a border soldier who was stunned with the head of the spear had been cut off in his hand, and at this moment, the Tatar soldier in front of him, who had long legs and fast speed, raised his scimitar and cut off his head.

More and more Tatars poured into the city, and more and more warriors died in battle.

"Big boss, this scene is too tragic." The young scholar beside him sighed softly.

This young man who came to the border from Jiangnan to write poems unfortunately witnessed a tragic battle, and was unfortunately captured by Lin Kedi.

The young man surnamed Liu Mingpeng had a small black mole on his upper lip, and his small eyes were full of sadness at this time.

Lin Kedi turned his head slightly, looked at this young man who was born in the south but had a northerner skeleton and said lightly: "I'm afraid you've never seen so much blood in your life, aren't you afraid when you see this kind of scene?" ”

"I'm afraid!" Liu Peng said with great certainty: "I'm very afraid!" Saints would be afraid of this kind of Shura's hellish scene, let alone an ordinary person. ”

"While there's still a chance to leave, let's go! There are a lot of reading seeds in the Ming Dynasty, but there are not many people who can really come to the border like you. Link said with good intentions.

Since ancient times, Wenchen looked down on military generals, and military generals did not like literati. More often than not, military generals bully literati with their kung fu, or literati rely on two pieces of mouth and a pen as light as a feather to determine the life and death of countless people.

There are really not many strange people like Liu Peng.

Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Taizu has emphasized martial arts and light literature, and Chengzu has emphasized martial arts and light literature, and then generation after generation, gradually becoming heavy on literature and light on martial arts.

There are many border generals like Lin Kedi, and they are burdened with the heavy responsibility of guarding the frontier, if they are really calculated by military merits, they may all be powerful generals now.

But they can't get the treatment they deserve, because Da Ming can't tolerate so many powerful generals.

As a result, a group of people gradually degenerated, becoming cold-blooded animals who drank the blood of soldiers and drove soldiers to death, and a group of people wanted to protect themselves and remained motionless in their due positions for decades, and some people chose to die on the battlefield because they couldn't adapt to such a life.

In all fairness, Lin Kedi didn't want to die, he didn't believe that the young man in front of him wanted to die, so he was kind enough to persuade him.

Unexpectedly, this young man was a little ignorant, and ignored Lin Kedi's persuasion, but looked at Lin Kedi's eyes very seriously: "Please borrow a sharp blade from the general." ”

Link was slightly surprised: "What are you going to do?" ”

Liu Peng touched the black mole on his upper lip and grinned silently, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth: "Kill." ”

Lin Kedi shook his head very firmly: "No, you are not a murderer." ”

"My brothers have died a lot, and many of them have talked to me about the scenery of their hometown the other day, and many of them have told me about their wives and sons. Liu Peng is not a literati now, just an ordinary soldier who has just joined the Datong border army, and asked the general to borrow a sharp blade. Liu Peng's face was serious, his eyes were shining, and his hands were even trembling slowly.

The lieutenant next to him seemed to be unable to bear to watch this young man die on the frontier like this, and went around behind him to knock him unconscious with a palm knife.

Unexpectedly, Liu Peng seemed to have eyes behind his back, and threatened before the deputy general made a move: "If you knock me out of the tiger's mouth today, when I wake up, I will definitely not let you go." If you live, I will make you a sinner in the Datong border army, and if you die, I will spit on your bones. ”

Link glanced at the lieutenant general, who hesitated for a moment and finally gave up.

It's not that this man who licks blood with a knife is afraid of Liu Peng's threat, but Lin Kedi doesn't want the young man's blood to be extinguished by cold water.

"If you want to kill someone, I'll accompany you." Lin Kedi raised his foot and kicked a waist knife on the ground at Liu Peng.

At this time, a few Tartars happened to be not far away, Liu Peng screamed, and pounced with teeth and claws.

Having observed the combat methods of those soldiers before, the smart Liu Peng quickly learned from them and formed a battle formation with people.

His strength is not as strong as that of the rude men in the army, but he can skillfully lead the people around him to dodge the enemy's attacks.

After a few breaths, there was an extra bloody wound on his body, and the waist knife that Link had lent him was also stained with the blood of the enemy.

Link Kedi, who had seen all of this, showed a surprised expression, he really didn't expect that this young man who looked weak could actually kill the Tartar.

More and more enemies poured into the city, and the battle, which had previously seemed somewhat light, became tense, and under the escort of his own guards, Link rushed towards the enemy with a spear.

The spear fused into the air and burrowed into the chest of one of the Tatar soldiers, and before the soldier could breathe, the spear flew towards the neck of another Tatar soldier.

Where the spear passed, only blood gushed out, and only the body of the tartar fell weakly.

Link's bravery quickly attracted the attention of the enemy generals, and a centurion who was lucky enough to get to the head of the city slowly moved towards Link's side while killing people.

Looking at the armor on Lin Kedi's body, you can know that this is an officer of the Ming army, if you can take down his head, you can't say that you can get two beautiful girls who will be rewarded when you go back this time.

The thought of those beautiful girls' weak and boneless carcasses filled the centurion with strength.

With a mace in both hands, he kept sweeping, as long as the Ming army was in front of him, he would be swept away by the mace. Suddenly, the mace he was wielding paused, and a not very powerful Da Ming border army waist knife slashed at his mace full of sharp teeth.

Even though the soldier with the knife was knocked back, the centurion still felt that he had been greatly insulted.

He let out a strange scream, and smashed the mace in both hands at the young soldier.

Of course, at this time, he naturally didn't think about why this young man didn't wear the military uniform of the Ming Border Army, let alone where such a weak scholar got the strength and courage.

The only thing he wanted was to kill the poor silverfish.

Seeing that the mace was about to fall on the young man, Lin Wuving, who had already noticed this centurion, handed out the spear just right.

"Sonorous!"

The tip of the spear was broken, and a sharp tooth was lost from the mace.

The young man's pale face regained a trace of blood, he looked down at the bloodstained and notched waist knife, turned back to Lin Wushu and shouted, "Thank you, General Lin." ”

Then, he was very familiar with each other and killed him.

A battle like Lin Wuving's and that centurion was not something that this young man could get involved in.

Feeling that someone was stepping on his head and, the centurion rushed towards Lin Invincible in annoyance.

The spear and mace kept drawing light and shadow in the air, and both of them were so fast that even many people on the side could not see their movements.

At the place of the battle, a large open space was vacant, and neither the Ming army nor the Tatar army dared to approach it, for fear of becoming the fish in the pond that was affected.

The young man with a black mole on the corner of his mouth was closest to the two, and suddenly, the young man let out a loud cry and rushed out like an arrow.

Many of the people who were watching the fight didn't even understand what was happening, and the centurion's mace had smashed into the young man's chest.

Lin Wushu couldn't care about his grief, he lifted the broken spear and sent it out hard, the centurion felt a huge force push him away, and then, there was an extra wooden stick on his chest that came out of his back.