Volume VII Getaway Chapter 7 The Prosperous Age (VII)

The sunlight became stronger and stronger little by little, and the shadow of the lance changed from more than a few inches to just a few inches. The sound of the battle did not weaken at all, and countless middle-aged men followed one after another, making the blood between heaven and earth more and more vivid.

The battle has reached such a point that the soldiers on both sides of the enemy and the enemy have been killed. The defenders trampled on the corpses of their companions and fought to the death, and the wolf riders peeled off and climbed up layer after layer like ants that smelled of honey. Xie Yingdeng, Liu Jizhen and other heroes who came from afar were able to respect the orders of the guards at first, and stood on a beacon near Huanghua Huozi to watch the battle. It didn't take long for them to be burned in blood by the fierce battle, and they grabbed their weapons and rushed to the front line. These men were very strong, and as soon as they entered the battle, they suppressed the offensive of the Turks. But no sooner had the tribal warriors left the city than rocks with wheels fell one after another. Some of the stones did not wait for their destination to fall halfway, smashing the wolf riders at the foot of the Great Wall to pieces, but the Persians, who commanded the catapults, as if they had not seen anything, calmly adjusted the range and fired the next round of stone projectiles into the air again.

There were only two boulders in each round, but the defenders were overwhelmed. The German side tried all kinds of means to try to destroy the catapult in the distance with a bed crossbow. But the howling mountain wind always made the crossbow arrows lose their alignment. Seeing that the catapult attack had been effective, the Turks became more and more obedient, and sent hundreds of servants with large shields to surround it, preferring that the servants would be shot alive by the high-speed crossbow arrows than that the catapult would be damaged in the slightest.

"Grandma's, it's still not called a person to live!" Liu Jizhen hid depressed in the city, muttering with a bloody long lance. Before he could finish speaking, a stone the size of a millstone flew with the sound of the wind, and directly knocked out the battlements in front of him. The guards on both sides sacrificed their lives and pressed Liu Da Khan to the bottom of his body. After a moment of dust and smoke, Liu Jizhen got up from the mud, wiped the blood clots on his face, and pointed to the city and scolded.

In the blink of an eye, another boulder struck, and he rolled away from the ground. The foul language in his mouth was endless, but his arrogance was lost by eight points, and the whole person looked depressed.

Han Jianhong has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for many years, and he already has some experience in using soldiers. Seeing this situation, he hurriedly ran to Shi Derui's side and said worriedly: "I'm afraid I have to take the initiative to kill and destroy the catapult." A few more smashes like this, and the morale of the brothers will be smashed! ”

Shi Derui didn't know that blindly passive defense was not a solution. But all the brothers were ordered to rest in the camp, and they could not be called for a while. When he wanted to remind his brother, the German side ordered to take the initiative to attack, but he was afraid that the suggestion would be inappropriate, but it would mess up the defenders' position. Just as he was hesitating, he heard Xie Yingdeng shouting in a low voice: "I can't get out." Those Turks still have a back hand. You look at the valley and on the slopes on both sides, the wolves have gathered more than 10,000 people. Take the initiative to attack, even if you can destroy the catapult, it will be difficult to kill it alive! ”

"Then you can't be smashed here!" Han Jianhong was so suffocated that he regretted not bringing his brothers to watch the battle. At present, except for the Hedong soldiers around, it is the Boling soldiers, and he wants to go out and fight the enemy, and others may not be willing to follow.

Finally, when the catapult rested, the wolf riders swarmed up the city wall. This section of the Great Wall was built in a temporary hurry, and it was not very neat. Greeted by the catapult repeatedly, the surface has long become uneven. The tribal warriors made full use of the bumps, erected ladders, pushed turtle shields, and scrambled to be the first.

The heroes threw away all kinds of messy ideas and raised their knives to face the battle. The two sides had another tough encounter, dozens of wolf riders who took the lead in the city were all chopped up, and more than a dozen of the heroes' own cronies also fell. Respite, the archers drew their horned bows and aimed their shots at the warriors near the ladder, and the mighty soldiers lifted the rolling logs and smashed them down like drops, adding new pieces of flesh to the mutilated corpses beneath the walls.

A samurai had just leaned out half of his body, and his head was swept off by Liu Jizhen cleanly. Blood-spurting necks swirled and fell. A wolf tooth quickly poked out of the blood waterfall and stabbed straight into Liu Jizhen's chest. Liu Jizhen staggered back, avoiding the mace's fangs. Before the mace's owner could climb the wall, he pounced on him and struck him in the shoulder.

The other warriors on the ladder threw a lasso and wrapped it around Liu Jizhen's thigh. While pulling hard, he used Liu Jizhen's strength to break free and climb the city wall. Shangguan Bi ran over to help, wielding a knife to cut the lasso. The samurai, who had just gained his footing, lost his support, his body tilted backwards, his legs intertwined and swirled around the edge of the wall. The female horse thief nudged him unceremoniously, then twisted and swung her knife to separate the steel fork that was stabbing diagonally.

"Ahh The samurai screamed and fell. The owner of the steel fork had a sudden suddenness in his heart, and the strength in his hand was slightly softer. Shangguan Bi stepped sideways, deflected the steel fork, followed by a knee lift and a leg lift, and hit the opponent's crotch heavily with a knee hammer. The forked warrior didn't expect that the woman in front of him seemed to be weak, but her methods were so ruthless that she couldn't dodge it, and she howled in pain. Liu Jizhen, who was relieved, rushed to his side and slashed it fiercely, completely solving his pain.

The two horse thieves looked at each other and smiled, and pounced side by side on their new foe. With a knife in hand, he cleared a space at the head of the city. Several Hedong soldiers who had just arrived from the horse road to support saw the gap, and pulled along the city wall with hooks, three times and two times, and pulled a siege ladder to the ground along with the enemy on the ladder.

"Hide, watch out for the Turks throwing stones here!" Liu Jizhen learned from the experience of being smashed, and found that the enemy troops on the city wall were beginning to become scarce, and immediately reminded the brothers. Hearing this, the Hedong soldiers who had overturned the ladder hurriedly retreated, avoiding the outer edge of the city wall, so as not to give the Persians who controlled the catapults a chance.

This time, the discoloring stone did not fall. Instead, a stirring war drum sounded under the city walls. The heroes and the defenders worked together to kill the remaining wolf riders in front of them, and leaned down to look. I saw that there were hundreds of iron-clad warriors in the narrow valley, wielding Mo knives to cut down the enemy troops near the city wall like wheat.

The arrogant tribal warrior was hit head-on, and he couldn't make any adjustments for a while. Along the open city gate, more ironclad warriors rushed out, pressing the wolf riders to retreat.

This group of people are all carefully selected good players in the army, and each of them is one of ten. Led by a tall general, a gap was cut in the wolf ride in a matter of moments. The wolf cavalry in the valley could no longer care about attacking the city, and pressed left and right to the middle, trying to divide and surround the attacking defenders, and take the opportunity to seize the city gate. The Mo Sword Warriors continued continuously, and after the team was broken off, they quickly connected again, like a stream in the snow, from the city gate to the front of the battle, and continued to advance in a fixed direction.

Catapults, feathered arrows, bed crossbows, and ranged weapons for both attackers and defenders are once again useless. No one dared to fire indiscriminately, lest they miss the target, but instead did the enemy a great favor. Although the tribal warriors in the valley were numerous, only a few hundred of them could come into contact with the heavily armored warriors. And these hundreds of lucky ones are far from being the opponents of the heavily armored men. Often, a single face was cut down, and even the people with weapons were used as stepping cloths for the armorers.

Stepping on the corpse of the wolf rider, the heavily armored soldier slowly pushed forward. No matter which one tried to block, he was cut into several pieces by Xue Liang's Mo knife. Not only were the Turks and their servants dizzy to be killed, but even the heroes watching the battle on the city walls had never seen such a fierce fighting style, and they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths. After a while, someone asked in amazement: "Who is that, who led the people out?" ”

"The first person to climb the city wall of Beijing last year!" Several generals from Hedong replied proudly. You don't need to say your name directly, when you mention the record of taking the lead in attacking Chang'an, everyone will know who this son is. In troubled times, military generals are the easiest to become famous, but among the endless generals, if you talk about bravery, Hedong Lei Yongji is willing to rank second, and no one dares to boast that he is the first.

"Good man!" Regardless of whether they were convinced or not before, all the heroes had to admire Lei Yongji's courage at this time. I saw him wielding a long Mo knife with both hands, leading the team to rush and kill, and there was no one under his command at all. Several times the Turks tried to form a formation to block his advance. Often he couldn't hold on to his fingers, and the defense line was torn apart by him.

The slaves who stood in front of the catapult were stunned, dropped their shields, and fled in all directions. The Turkic soldiers who supervised the war around him cut down several slaves one after another, but they could not stop everyone's footsteps at all. Seeing that the Central Plains armor was about to approach the catapult, the Turkic generals who organized the attack were in a hurry, sounded the horn, and transferred back all the wolf horsemen who were besieging the city and watching the battle on the hillside. Layered in front of the ranks of armor warriors, the two sides fought fiercely in the narrow valley, costing countless lives for each advance or step back.

"Onward, onward!" Some of the soldiers who attacked shouted. Countless brothers responded with their heads held high. Although the number was less than one-tenth of the opponent's, the momentum was indeed like a fierce tiger in the mountains, roaring and rushing to kill, killing the enemy in fear. In an instant, the two hastily organized defenses were rushed away by everyone, and where Lei Yongji's feet were stepping, they were already close to the edge of the altar. The Turkic generals who commanded the battle had no choice but to bring their own soldiers to meet them. The wolf riders on both sides of the valley also went crazy, and in waves, they swooped down on the ranks of the armorers.

After all, there were many wolf riders, and after a stalemate for a while, they gradually recovered their disadvantage. The samurai on the hillsides on both sides squeezed forward, and several times they rushed near the city gate, and several times they were cut back by the defenders. The heroes guessed Lei Yongji's thoughts, and hurriedly rushed to the city gate to cheer him on. The enemy and the enemy clinged to the city wall and fought another indiscriminately, until the corpses were all over the ground, and the blood flowed like a river.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo When the tribal warriors in the valley heard this, they all forgot to die as if they had drunk medicine. With the sound of horns, a big banner painted with a golden wolf's head was raised, and five white wolves the size of donkeys jumped into the crowd and opened their mouths at the Central Plains armor soldiers.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Great Khan!" Burke, who led the lead, raised his arms and cheered.

"Great Khan! Sweat! Sweat! Tens of thousands of tribal warriors shouted in unison.

"When the wolf reappears, red weeds grow on the ground! Grow up drinking wolf's milk, children, have you ever remembered the glory of your ancestors........." The shamans, who had not known where to hide, came out again, shaking bone bells and chanting in strange tones.

"We are the offspring of the blue wolf, and the horses are our wings......" the tribal warriors chanted obsessively, forgetting fear and pain.

The situation in the valley became more and more unfavorable for the attackers, and there were only three or five steps left between Lei Yongji and the others and the catapult, but these few steps away, but it was like a moat, and everyone couldn't rush through it anyway. The Mo knife in General Meng's hand had already cut countless gaps, and the iron-clad combat boots under his feet were getting heavier and heavier, and the brothers behind him fell one after another, and gradually, the attacking team was also split into several sections, unable to connect with each other. "Kill!" He shouted angrily and swung his sword, splitting the two enemies who were close to him into four pieces, then looked back and ripped his throat to order, "Close the gates—"

"Closing the Gates ———!" The heavily armored men caught in the crowd repeat mechanically. It seems that they have no idea what this order means to everyone. After shouting, they did not look back, no longer caring about the enemies swarming on both sides, and strode forward.

A little Burke stood in front of Lei Yongji, and the scimitar slashed. Lei Yongji didn't even dodge the action, and slashed at the enemy's head with the Mo knife in his hand. Little Burke didn't expect to meet a man who was not afraid of death, so he roared loudly and withdrew the scimitar that had been cut halfway in front of him. Lei Yongji grinned and strengthened, and the jagged blade smashed away Little Bourke's weapon, smashing Little Bourke's helmet and smashing Little Bourke's head into the armor.

There are two more steps. He silently told himself in his heart. Stepping over the corpse of the other party, the Mo knife swept. The two Turkic warriors were swept by the blades, and their bodies were sunk several inches. Lei Yongji pushed forward with all his might, using two dying Turkic warriors as shields, pushing the other warriors back again and again.

The guards around him rushed forward, taking advantage of their master's splitting bloody path to the siege engine on the left side of the valley. Raise the Mo knife and split Huashan. The slag of white flowers flew in all directions, and the catapult was chopped with a creaking sound. The surrounding Turkic warriors and slave minions shouted and gathered around, trying to force the Mosword armor away. More defenders of the Great Wall rushed to keep the Turkic warriors and minions out.

"Phew!" "Phew!" The smashing sound was suffocating. In an instant, almost all eyes were on the place, with anticipation, anger or hatred, as Lei Yongji and his brothers dismembered the catapult bit by bit. The wolf riders in the distance could not move forward, and threw their weapons around the catapult one after another. The defenders of the Great Wall held off the samurai's attacks as they called for weapons that fell from the sky, covered in blood, but their legs were as solid as rocks.

The catapult on the left side suffered more than 20 slashes in succession, and finally could not hold it anymore and collapsed. The wolf riders, the minions, and the strong men of the Central Plains who surrounded the catapult to cover their companions were all smashed under the shattered wooden frame. The surviving warriors laughed, wiped the blood from their faces, turned around and ran to the catapult on the right.

The Turkic warriors were powerless and courageless to stop them, and retreated. They claim to be the offspring of the wolf, and they have been proud of their courage and ferocity since childhood. Today, however, they see those who are more daring and fierce than themselves. The catapult was more than half a foot high, and the length and width of the base of the bracket were more than nine feet. When the catapult on the left fell, almost all the people who smashed it were spared. However, the strong men from the Central Plains turned a blind eye to the danger, stepped forward with a smile, fought with a smile, and greeted the next wave of death with a smile.

It's a bunch of crazy people. The wolf riders came to a conclusion in despair. Only a madman would do this, treating blood as wine and death as a feast. They don't want to fight the madman, and they retreat to avoid each other's edges. They watched as each other approached the second catapult, raising their jagged knives aloft aloft

"When the wolf reappears, red weeds will grow on the ground! Grow up drinking wolf's milk, children, have you ever remembered the glory of your ancestors........." The shaman's voice sounded again, like the devil calling his companions in hell. Several white rays of light quickly flew over the wolf rider's head, roaring and pounced on the ironclad warrior. Lei Yongji swung his knife to block, but the blade slashed into the air, and he turned his head in surprise to see a bloody mouth biting his neck.

Five giant white wolves, driven by the shamans, pounced on the crowd. Lei Yongji dodged the pounce of the first giant wolf and kicked the second one with his combat boots. The third giant wolf tried to bite his horizontal knife, but he forced it back with his blade. Dropping the blade, which was no longer sharp, he prepared to stab the next giant wolf that pounced on him with a sharp blade. There was a sudden numbness in the back of the waist, and half of the bloody blade appeared from the chest.

"Children of the blue wolf, what are you waiting for?" Nidosheh Ashnaya ordered with a sinister smile. Pulling out the iron spear from Lei Yongji's back waist, he proudly pointed forward and pointed the tip of the blood-stained spear at the dozen or so Central Plains warriors near the catapult.

The five white wolves opened their bloody mouths and let out a long howl. "Whoa—whoa—whoa!" With a howl, drops of human blood dripped down their fangs. "Whoa—whoa—whoa!" The Turkic soldiers and the giant wolves howled at the same time, swung their weapons, and pounced on the defenders of the Great Wall who had frightened them into battle.

Six guardians of the Great Wall formed a small circle with their backs against the catapult. They cooperated with each other, covering their companions behind them to continue to chop down catapult supports. The "wolves" that swooped up in all directions were like ocean waves, but they smashed the waves like reefs, knocking away clumps of blood-colored waves.

"Phew" "Phew! "Phew!" Surrounded by wolves, the rhythm of slashing and smashing is orderly. The huge catapult began to shake and tilt, and the leather cord that bound the beams rubbed against the brackets, making a piercing creaking sound. The five giant wolves were terrified and fled, wagging their tails. The wolf riders were also afraid of being attacked again, and retreated one after another.

The bloodied guards of the Great Wall smiled and put down their knives and supported their bodies with their hilts. At this moment, their eyes were full of contempt. A guardian of the Great Wall, who still had the strength to walk, staggered to the body of General Lei Yongji and dragged it towards the crumbling catapult, where the nearest Turkic warrior, who could have left him with a weapon outstretched, retreated half a step back in horror, not daring to do anything to stop him.

"Boom!" The catapult fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust rose into the air, blocking everyone's view.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold!" When the smoke fell, a chant resounded in the valley. There is no sorrow, no fear, only cold determination.

What does it mean, the wolf riders don't understand, this song has only two sentences, but it sings the ancient rhyme of the Central Plains for thousands of years, and they will never understand.

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