Chapter 517: Black Party A Changed into a White Robe

Zhe Libi, who was naked, held a scimitar in his mouth, and rushed forward with his own soldiers carrying a cloud ladder, and his personal soldiers were also ruthless. Several wolf knights ran after Zhe Rif with shields in hand, ready to shield the main general's arrows.

Like the soldiers, Jerife was unable to adapt to this style of fighting with his legs charged. But he had no choice but to stride forward now, his riding boots clattering against the charred remains of the corpses. The smell of burning rushes into the nose and can't get out, and the person who smokes it wants to vomit. Someone even stepped on the slimy corpse and slipped on, and the corpse that had stepped on a layer of skin revealed its miserable white flesh.

The place where the fire had burned was charred black, and many of the corpses on the ground were hugged together, curled up like newborn babies.

Seeing that the Mengyuan people launched the second offensive, Xiahou Baichuan hit the stone wall with a horizontal knife: "Cheer up, now we are more courageous than the Mengyuan barbarians, the barbarians dismount and fight, can we still lose to them?" Since the first battle fought more than a hundred years ago, our soldiers of the Great Sui have never lost to anyone in foot battles. If we don't show the prestige of the Han people in this battle, how will you explain to your hometown fathers when you go home in the future! ”

"Kill all the barbarians!"

I don't know who roared, and it immediately resonated with the soldiers: "Kill all the barbarians!" Avenge! ”

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The shouts echoed again in the canyon, startling the forest birds that had just landed to rest.

The ballista roared again, and more than a dozen heavy crossbows and thunder gongs rushed out like divine punishments, and then feathered arrows fell from the sky. The three thousand-strong team had already lost most of it, and the remaining more than a thousand people squeezed out all the courage in their bodies, shouting and cheering for themselves.

In fact, there is no strategy to speak of in this kind of fighting, only real hand-to-hand combat.

After losing more than 200 men, the Mengyuan wolf rode again under the stone wall. They clumsily erected ladders upward, and the rustiness of the coordination led to a gradual slowdown in speed. The ladder was too high for the soldiers to pass each other on to erect it, but unfortunately the wolf cavalry who had just found the trick had already died during the last attack. Those who did not die had to gain experience at the cost of their lives.

The death of more than a thousand people had slowed down the second wave of the offensive a bit, and corpses were piled up on the road, almost stepping on a comrade with every foot. When the pile of corpses under the city wall was higher, the wolf cavalry walked forward one foot deeper and one foot shallow, and I don't know whose eyeballs and whose heart and liver were broken by the road.

Zhe Cracke personally led the team, and when he saw the nail clap put down again, he immediately roared loudly for the soldiers to cut the ropes. With their previous experience, these wolf cavalrymen also knew that if they didn't want to die under the nail beat, they had to cut the rope to prevent the Han people from pulling the nail beat up again.

The two wolf cavalry jumped up desperately and grabbed the nail slap to gradually slow down the rising speed, and the people behind rushed up and chopped down the rope, and the heavy nail slap fell, slapping the two wolf cavalry below, and the nail was embedded in the body, and they couldn't pull it out if they wanted to.

"Pour boiling water and boiling oil!"

Xiahou Baichuan pointed down and shouted, and the soldiers behind immediately used wooden barrels to take water from the iron pot that had been burning, and the hot water was poured down buckets and buckets, and the wolf cavalry below immediately cried wolf howls. There is never any mercy in war, there is only a racking of brains to inflict as much damage on the enemy as possible. No one doubts that the main theme of war is the dead man, and as for any sadness and joy, it is only after the dead that emotions occur.

The boiling water poured down, dousing a wolf cavalryman from head to toe, and the scalded soldier screamed, rolling frantically on the ground with his eyes covered with his hands.

When the water is washed down, the blood on the ground is diluted and it looks more conspicuous.

In order not to allow too much to pile up under the stone wall, the Black Flag Army's defense abandoned the rolling wood and stones from the beginning. Because they knew that this was not a war that could be solved in a day, and that over time, piling up too high of stones was not a good thing for defense.

In addition to rolling wood and stone, other means have been used.

The nail slap was damaged a lot, and gradually more and more wolf cavalry accumulated under the stone wall, and even if they were sparse again, there were still ladders erected and erected on the stone wall.

A centurion was the first to climb up with a scimitar in his mouth, and at least ten wolf horsemen struggled to hold the ladder down to prevent it from being overturned.

The centurion was very agile and soon climbed halfway up the ladder, and when he looked up, he saw a Han soldier pouring a barrel of boiling oil, and he screamed in fright, and the knife in his mouth fell and plunged into a corpse.

This time it was oil that was poured down, not water, and it made a sizzling sound on the centurion and the man who was escalating the ladder below. The centurion who landed frantically slapped his hand on his face, trying to drive the hot sensation away from his face. He didn't even notice that every time he slapped his face, a layer of flesh stuck to his palm.

He wanted to rub his eyes and look at this world again, but as soon as he rubbed the back of his hand on his sockets, his eyelids fell off.

Not only him, but also a few wolf cavalry holding the ladder, although they will not be able to die for a while, but that kind of pain is not something that people can bear at all.

Zhe Split Farewell handed the ladder to his own soldiers, and quickly stabbed the wolf riders to death with a few swords. He couldn't let himself watch the wolves wail, so he could only help them end their lives as soon as possible.

The ladder, which was unsupported, was overturned by the Black Flag soldiers, and two wolf cavalrymen were killed as they fell.

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"Don't post it!"

After seeing that Zhe Split Farewell had been killed under the stone wall, but was blocked by the endless defensive methods of the Han people, Koktai Menglie ordered loudly: "Take your warriors up to help Zhe Split Farewell and suppress the Han people on the wall with feather arrows!" ”

Farewell to the post loudly agreed, with his own team of 1,000 people to the front, and then used the wolf tooth arrows to suppress the defenders for Zhe Split, seeing the wolf horse's arrow array coming, the heavy crossbow adjusted and began to fire at them, each of the huge crossbow arrows can kill several wolf cavalry, but the wolf cavalry's accurate archery skills also made the Black Flag Army soldiers suffer a lot of losses.

A Black Flag soldier had just come out to splash the boiling oil from the barrel when a wolf's tooth arrow popped into his eye socket, and his body shook and fell along with the barrel filled with boiling oil.

With the help of the arrow array, the pressure on Zhe Split was suddenly relieved, and he asked people to hold up the ladder and climb it with a scimitar. A Black Flag archer leaned out and shot an arrow at him, and the battle-hardened Jerife flipped under the ladder as he saw him, and the feathered arrow flew over and shot a wolf cavalry behind him. The Black Flag archer was about to shoot a second arrow when he was stabbed in the throat by a wolf's tooth arrow, and blood immediately spurted out like a cascade.

Zhe Crack climbed up under the ladder, and when he was about to reach the stone wall, he suddenly turned over, and with a hard kick of his two feet, he jumped up and landed on the stone wall, and he cut down the Black Flag archers beside him with one sword, and cut off one of the arms that was still holding the bow with another sword.

He kills with red eyes and slashes like crazy.

A Black Flag soldier swung his knife to meet him, and after dodging, he slashed at the shoulder of the Black Flag soldier, and the scimitar was fiercely embedded in the flesh of the Black Flag soldier with huge strength, stuck in the bone, Zhe Crack pulled out hard, and the sound of the blade and bone rubbing was so clear, but the Black Flag soldier raised his hand and held the scimitar and held it down.

"Kill him!"

The slashed Black Flag soldier shouted hoarsely.

The archer not far away drew a feather arrow from the quiver and stabbed it into the heart, and Jeslobe fell down, and the feathered arrow stabbed into his shoulder. Jerife kicked down the Black Flag soldier who was pressing his scimitar, and knocked the archer who stabbed him over with a slash of his arm.

As soon as he pulled out the scimitar, he saw a horizontal knife slashing at his head, and he quickly dodged, but found that the knife turned faster, leaving a deep mark on his chest with a horizontal slash, and blood gushed out of the mouth, and soon his upper body was almost smeared.

At this time, two or three of Zhebibe's personal soldiers also climbed up, brandishing a scimitar to save Zhebie, and the Han general who injured Zhebie was extremely brave, and cut down Zhebibe's personal soldiers with three or two knives, and then swung his knife again and went straight to Zhebie. Zhe Split used his scimitar to block the knife of the Han general, and the two of them pressed forward fiercely in an attempt to push each other away.

Knives and knives stand together, two people's arms against their arms.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Zhe Crack didn't roar, his body dodged away, and then slashed at the back of the Han general, the Han pressed his body forward to avoid the knife, and his elbow hit the lower abdomen of Zhe Split Farewell, this time it was extremely fierce, and Zhe Split's body immediately fell down. Seeing the opportunity, the man turned around and kicked on the door of Zhe Split's face, and this kick directly kicked Zhe Split's nose down, and blood sprayed out of Zhe Crack's mouth and nose at the same time.

"You two-legged sheep......"

Zhe Split didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to fight again but had already lost the opportunity, the man slashed him on his right arm, and the arm holding the scimitar immediately flew into the air.

"Two-legged sheep?"

Han Jiang poked another knife into Zhe Crack's heart, and the horizontal knife twisted back and forth a few times: "Remember, the one who killed you, Xiahou Baichuan!" ”

The knife wrenched in Zhe Split's heart, Zhe Split's face was particularly hideous, he looked at the red-eyed enemy in front of him, and suddenly the strength of the tension relaxed, and his body immediately fell softly.

Xiahou Baichuan bent down and grabbed Zhe Split's hair and belt and lifted it up, and then threw it under the stone wall.

The corpse spilled blood all the way through the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Xiahou Baichuan just wiped the sweat on his forehead, and didn't notice that a wolf cavalry who had just climbed up slashed at his thigh, and his body immediately shook and almost fell. At that moment, a lance came from the spur and pierced the throat of the wolf cavalry with a pop. The lance picked up the hanging corpse and threw it violently, knocking over several of the wolf cavalry below.

"General Xiahou and go down to rest, Chen Dingnan will come to replace you!"

Xiahou Baichuan glanced back and saw that it was Chen Dingnan, the general under Fang Jie, who came up with the reserves.

"I can do it!"

Xiahou Baichuan tore off a piece of clothing and covered the wound: "It's not time to rest yet!" ”

Chen Dingnan grabbed his shirt and helped him up, and then ordered without looking back: "Please General Xiahou go down to treat his injuries, now it's our turn to kill the enemy!" ”

Xiahou Baichuan was helped down by someone, and at this time he found that the reserve team that came up was dressed differently from ordinary soldiers. It was a group of about 200 men, each with a lance in his hand, and these 200 men were all in white robes without armor. On the gray-black battlefield, the two hundred white-robed lance hands looked so dazzling.

"Lance!"

Chen Dingnan swept the long lance forward and swept away the skull of a wolf rider: "Let these barbarians see how Chen Jiaerlang kills people!" ”

The soldiers in black armor were replaced, and two hundred white-robed soldiers formed a human wall in the rain of blood!