The wind was a little cold on the spring night, and a light rain fell on the ground.

Yan Rong's army grinned and rushed to the front of the battle, like a vicious wolf and a hungry tiger pounced on food. The girl looked at the distance coldly, Yan Rong's army was like locusts pouring out of the nest, and the golden patterns made people very disgusting to see.

She shouted: "Shoot the arrows!" ”

The soldiers' backs were straight, and the arrows were hidden under the dark sky like a storm, and they shot at Yan Rong's army in unison.

"Don't let them take a step forward, don't keep them, shoot as much as they want! The old lady doesn't want to live this day! The girl's eyes were blood-red, and the soldiers heard his voice shouting loudly. In an instant, rows of arrows came overwhelmingly, sinking straight into the chests of the Yanrong people.

Their bodies lay to the ground, and wounded horses scurried between the positions.

Le Yi bent his bow and pulled arrows, and the arrows flew in the spring breeze.

They fell down one piece, but they got up again, and rushed to the foot of the tower with the corpses of their comrades. Next to Meng Yining was a bucket of charcoal, the flames were crackling and burning, she had already been smoked and sweated, and her clothes were sticky to her body.

The ladder was carried above the city walls, and they rushed straight up like lizards.

"Put!" Meng Yining waved his hand, and pots of charcoal slammed down the wall, sparks splashed, and the skin of Yan Rong's soldiers was burned, and he screamed in pain.

A huge bronze tiger head slammed against the gate, and siege ladders and wolf fang hooks flung against the hard walls.

Yan Rong's crazy voice was so violent, through the clouds, straight into the sky. However, the faces of the Great Xia soldiers were unusually calm, and they methodically prevented Yan Rong's further attacks.

The wall door was violently slammed, the battlefield was full of smoke, Meng Yining kept coughing violently, and the Yan Rong people who pounced on her sword were poked in the center socket and fell down, even if they were slashed for a day, the blade was still extremely windy.

The shouts of killing from the north and south were endless, but the girl no longer had the energy to give them more manpower. General Lian Tan's order was to guard the city gates, and not a single enemy could be let in.

The sky was bright, and the soldiers had already killed red eyes like Chongxue, their voices were hoarse and rough, and they kept roaring heartbreakingly: "Kill!" ”

The Great Xia soldiers fell and stood up again.

The hammers and scimitars of the Yanrong people passed through their bodies, and blood splattered.

"Kill!"

Meng Yining couldn't tell how many people had died at her hands, her body no longer seemed to be able to turn lightly, her sword in both hands, her hair was scattered, and her fiery red skirt merged with the burning flames. The long sword pierced the heart, the short sword cut the throat, and the blood of the enemy continued to flow down the wrist. The burned corpses were already charred, and there was a smell of roasted meat on the battlefield. A wave of enemies rushed up, and Meng Yining shouted: "Resist it for me!" ”

The struggling soldiers kept waving their arms, the sun shining on their boiling blood, and the towers resembled the majestic red mountains.

Le Yi's long whip swept over, and the blood spurting out of the enemy's skull suddenly stained the city wall cold. The sound of swords, like a tsunami in the mountains, swept through every corner like a scorching and fierce warm current. The little soldier with fine skin and tender flesh beside Meng Yining had a hint of bravery in his eyes with fear, and he howled and rushed towards the crowd, and the girl's heart moved.

Blood meandered down the young man's neck, like a stream, and his head was hit by a hammer, and his brain burst in an instant, spraying onto Meng Yining's face.

She only felt that all the sensory cells above and below Zhou's body were shouting, and she flew up and kicked the murderer to the ground, his head hit the city wall, clicked and broke, and fell into the city tower with his eyes open.

"Herald!" Meng Yining yelled, "Let General Lian Qin send me another 3,000 people!" "She doesn't have many soldiers and horses in her hands, and the place of the city tower is not big, so she can't start a tear and kill. The girl didn't like this cramming supplement very much, but it was the only way.

Under the tower, countless soldiers in the city were waiting for the moment when the tiger head broke through the tower. The long walls enveloped the fragile Junzhou, the blood was like flames, and the seemingly impregnable city was already scarred.

"General Meng!"

"General Meng!"

There were people who delivered the news and kept shouting.

"Speak!"

"Please send support on the north and south sides of the city tower, Yan Rong people can't resist it with ten steps and a cloud ladder!" The soldier suddenly saw blood spitting from his mouth and dying in front of the boy.

"There's me here." Le Yi said in a deep voice, "Be careful. ”

"Okay." Meng Yining put down the next sentence and left in a flash, "The soldiers come with me!" The girl carried the blood-soaked banner of Daxia on her shoulders, and there were embarrassed wounded soldiers along the way, who were quickly supported by the women, and replaced by proud and ambitious soldiers. The corpse was like a flower embroidered on the wall, and the corners of the girl's eyes were red like a flower.

Jing Zheng led people to keep slashing, and the swift man's face was cut a few times by a scimitar.

The swift Yanrong people slaughtered up, and Meng Yining shouted: "Protect Your Highness!" ”

"Don't protect me! Kill them all! Kill them all! Jing Zheng was like an angry beast, tall and slashing, and a bright moon pearl on the hilt of his sword sparkled like a girl's beating heart.

"Here I am! You don't have to come here! Jing Zheng shouted, "Go to the north, go to the north!" I'm here to carry! ”

The corpses of the Yanrong people on the city tower wriggled like maggots, and more and more Yanrong people climbed to the city tower, black and silver handed over to each other, and they fought in one place. An enemy swooped down on Jing Zheng's back, and she quickly raised her kick, and the scimitar on the corpse hooked, and flew towards the enemy's head in a twist and turn, as if it were slashed off on the spot. The flames in the palm of his hand are like clear starlight, shuttling through the undercurrent.

Jing Zheng's eyes had a hint of calm, and his messy hair and dirty face could no longer be seen from the past.

They tore and killed from the fall of the city tower, a scuffle was gone, she didn't know what time it was, she saw people desperately slashing and killing, like an emotionless machine, only enemies in their eyes.

The girl's sword blade carved a bloody path through the crowd, and the soldiers of Great Xia kept falling, like petals falling in spring. Meng Yining took off her scarred armor, and the turbulent air flow in her chest burst through the thin skirt.

The slaughter continued, and this usually quiet and peaceful city endured a massacre, and how many people settled here and multiplied, endlessly, from generation to generation, one vein after another, making this one of the most prosperous cities in Great Xia. Merchants came and went with goods from various countries, gold treasures, vermilion and precious stones, and the vermilion mansions in the distance were gilded with a layer of golden light by the setting sun.

Acacia flowers floated in the air, pink, mixed with blood.