In the earth-shattering drums, the state army repelled this wave of attack, the corpses of the hostile sides on the city wall covered the entire ground, it was really corpses all over the field, blood flowed like a river, the corpses on the entire city wall were mixed with blood and water, sundries froze into a ball, and the severed limbs and stumps were hung with blood-red ice slag, which was unbearable.

Living, dead, and wounded, they all collapsed on the ground one by one.

Song Xian ran around the city wall and shouted: "How many people are still alive, stand up for me!" ”

More than 1,000 people staggered to their feet, and many of their armor were frozen on the ground, struggling to get up.

Hao Meng endured the pain and pulled off the underwear that was clinging to the wall, and barely kept himself from falling with a spear. Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, he was silent.

Song Xian ran around, spitting white air in his mouth, and stopped in front of Hao Meng with a violent pant in his chest. "Little Meng'er, I'm afraid it's hopeless, these dog mongrels are dying one by one."

Hao Meng shrunk her neck and didn't answer.

Looking at the retreating soldiers, the leader was eager to kill them, so he kicked Molly next to him.

"Quickly go and tell Wu Tumu, if you can't break the city today, let him come to see him, and you and I can go to see the gods!"

Morley was kicked out of the tent, and his head rubbed a bloody groove on the cold ground, reflecting his ugly face, which looked very hideous. At the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and sprinted forward to the vultures of the army.

"General Wutumu, the king asked you to attack Mayi City today at all costs, if not, you and I can return to the embrace of the gods!"

"As early as when the king fled south, we were already abandoned by the gods, and cowards who had lost their courage were not worthy to be called sons of the gods! Morley, you are the wise man of the steppes, is it really right for us to do so? ”

"Regardless of whether it's right or wrong, we can only continue to do it, if we don't break Mayi, we will all die in the hands of Qianman, if we break Mayi, there may still be a chance, Budugen may be able to get the support of Mega to come to the rescue of us, we can't give up!"

With that, Morley drew his long knife, strode out of the queue, and shouted to the retreating soldiers: "For the honor of the warriors, for the forgiveness of the gods, rush with me!" ”

The Utumu then jumped off his horse and shouted, "Blow the trumpet!" Everybody rush with me! The destruction of the city is today! ”

The sound of the horn suddenly resounded in the winter dusk.

The Utu Mu raised his sword and roared loudly: "Celestial ......"

The soldiers were still hesitated by the weather, but when they heard the word "god", they shouted as if they had been beaten with blood: "God ......"

Wutumu took the lead and rushed to the city wall of Mayi, and more than 30,000 Xianbei warriors behind him shouted like a tide and swept away.

Hearing the sound of a low horn under the city repeatedly, and the roar of the enemy army like a tide from far and near, Song Xian's heart calmed down.

Ma Yi can't be saved, if he escapes, except for those who have horses, all the foot soldiers will be killed, and if he returns alone, Lu Bu won't spare him, right?

At this point, the only way to fight to the death is to the death.

Song Xian shouted hoarsely: "Have I ever been afraid of Erlang? ”

"I have never ......"

The remaining sergeants also shouted in reply.

"The wife and children are taken care of by the master, so how about we fight to the death for their future?"

"Fight to the death! Death ......"

"Okay, then kill the damn, kill one is enough, kill two and you'll earn, kill the enemy with me!"

Hao Meng leaned on the barrel of the gun and shouted in a hoarse voice.

The two sides fought each other in a short battle, and each other no longer had the intention of survival. Kill, never die.

Song Xian was covered in blood, slashing left and right, there was no enemy under him, and the long knife in his hand had been replaced by three. Hao Meng was next to him, like a mad tiger, with his back against the wall, and a spear stabbed to take a life.

The wounded soldiers were not afraid to die, and bravely shot the last arrow and slashed at the enemy, or simply jumped off the wall with the enemy in their arms. Die, and die vigorously.

"Little Meng'er, can you still hold on?" Song Xian turned around and asked with concern after cutting down a Xianbei soldier who had just crossed the cloud ladder.

"Old Song, I'm afraid I can't do it, if you have the opportunity, you must go, my children are young, you can go back and be their godfather, I have done a lot of bad things, people are gone, don't take revenge on them for those enemies."

Song Xian kicked the ladder he had just taken, but the ladder did not move at all, but Song Xian was stumbled by the shock and almost fell to the ground, and the two Xianbei soldiers saw the opportunity to wave a long knife and slashed towards Song Xian. Song Xian couldn't resist, and saw that he was about to be in a different place, but he saw that there was an extra blood hole in the two soldiers, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Old Song, don't you have the strength?" Hao Meng, who struggled to save Song Xian, had no wall buttress to rely on, and lay on the ground weakly, with the spear in his hand still stuck in the chest of another person, but he couldn't pull it out.

"Xiao Meng'er, are you okay, Lao Tzu will send you down, don't be reckless." Song Xian said in shock.

Just wanted to carry Hao Meng down the city wall, but several Xianbei soldiers who turned over and came up surrounded him, Song Xian slashed one to death, raised his hand and was about to cut again, but he felt that the back of his neck was hot, and the blood gushing out of Hao Meng's mouth on his back.

"Little Meng'er!" Song Xian mustered up his strength to kill all the people in front of him, turned over and shouted at Hao Meng.

But Hao Meng, who had a fist-sized blood hole in his chest, was out of life, but his eyes were wide open and he was silent.

"Ahh Song Xian was furious and danced the long knife in his hand, like a ghost god suddenly exerting force, holding Hao Meng's corpse in one hand and killing it in the corridor.

Wu Tumu was full of murderous energy, carrying a bloody war knife, and led a group of Xianbei warriors to kill like wolves and tigers to the place where the soldiers of Bingzhou gathered on the city wall, and was meeting Song Xian, who came with Hao Meng in his arms.

As soon as Wu Tumu saw that the clothes and armor of the person in front of him were bright, although his face was covered with blood, there was still a terrifying murderous aura, and he knew that this was the general of the Han army, so he was willing to let it go, and swung a knife to slash at the top of Song Xian's head.

Song Xian was already tired, how could he still block this thunderous knife, the long knife that was picked up was smashed down slightly, and as soon as his head was deviated, the vulture's war knife was cut off from the side, cutting off a few strands of Song Xian's hair, but the next snort made Song Xian's eyes crack, and the body of Hao Meng in his arms was cut into two pieces at the waist.

"Ahh I want you dead! Song Xian burst out of infinite power out of nowhere, and only smashed the big knife in his hand like a hammer to the vulture's body, and the vultures blocked dozens of times, only to feel that his arms were sore, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and he was unprepared but let the soldiers next to him raise the knife and insert it into the abdomen, under the pain, in the absence of caring about resisting Song Xian, I saw Song Xian slash down, and the vultures turned into two sections from head to toe. Chopped down the vulture, Song Xian was also at the end of the crossbow, and standing became a problem.

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