"The thieves are in town!"

I don't know who is shouting loudly, with panic and anxiety in my voice.

Wei Qi crouched on the city wall with an iron hammer in his hand, carefully dodging the arrows that came up, and at the same time slammed the hammer into a pair of hands that were holding up the city wall.

He struck seven or eight people to death in a row, and he had been holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right, but now he was holding a hammer in both hands, and he had been guarding the city wall for more than five hours.

Rao is Wei Qi is young and strong, and he has been training in the army for many years, like this, from early morning to afternoon, he has also lost his strength, and every time he raises the hammer and hammers it on the head of the thief, his arms, shoulders and elbows are throbbing violently, and sharp pain seeps out from the bone marrow.

After a miserable scream, one of the Jiaozhi soldiers who had just climbed the city wall was hammered down by him, and there were not many Jiaozhi soldiers who fell at the same time, and Wei Qi couldn't even tell which of those heavy "bang" sounds came from the enemy he killed.

Before the sharp pain in his shoulder and elbow could turn into a dull pain, someone on the side was already shouting, "The thief has gone to the city!" ”

After a long period of winter rain, these days are all good weather, the winter sun in Quang Nam is not warm, but it is hanging in the air, but it is also a little dazzling.

Wei Qi squinted his eyes and turned his head, and sure enough, he saw that the guards of the city wall three or four zhang away had all fallen to the ground, with a few arrows inserted in each body, and the guard of the city wall was empty, as if they were opening the door to rob them.

The soldiers on the city wall are all guarding their positions, who guards which place, who falls and who is on top, there is already a fixed number, but the current piece is obviously no longer free to guard.

Soon, one of the cochin soldiers came out from below, turned over the city wall, and slashed at the guards on the side.

The guards on the side, holding the bow of the divine arm in their hands, were about to pull the trigger of the tooth hair in front of the city, but they did not realize it for a while, and saw that the knife was about to be slashed on the shoulder of one of them.

Wei Qi opened his mouth and was about to rush out of his throat with a "careful", but suddenly saw a wounded soldier who fell on the city wall sat up suddenly, picked up the spear next to him, hugged the leg of the cross-toed soldier, held the gun tightly in his right hand, and stabbed the opponent's foot fiercely.

The cross-toe soldier screamed loudly and slashed down with his backhand.

The quality of the weapon is ordinary, the edge of the knife is not sharp enough, the blade is not heavy enough, the long knife is stuck in the head of the wounded soldier defending the city, it can't be pressed down, and it can't be pulled out, only a muffled "click" of the sharp weapon stuck in the bone.

Wei Qi's head involuntarily soured, and his heart also ached.

The wounded soldier defending the city was stabbed in the head, only his head was split in half, and he was killed instantly, but he still knew after his death, and he held on to the leg of the cross-toed soldier and refused to let go.

The screams of the Jiaozhi soldiers were enough to attract the attention of the guards on the side, and one of them turned around and shot out the bow of the divine arm in his hand at the opposite side, killing him instantly.

But he killed one, and another, ten, hundred, and thousand.

On the city wall, there were several cross-toed soldiers with black hands.

Although Wei Qi is not very old, he has also fought for many years, he followed Wang Miyuan to defend everywhere, and also took the initiative to send troops to fight, and once participated in the battle with a thousand victories and three thousand, even if he knew the danger at that time, he always felt that he should be able to live.

However, at this moment, for the first time in his life, waves of complete despair surged in his heart.

There is no end to the cross-chin soldiers.

There are fewer and fewer guards on the city wall, there are no more arrows, not to mention oil, and many houses in the city have been demolished.

How can this be resisted?

Are you really going to die here today?

Even Wei Qi already had such thoughts, and the rest of the people on the city wall would get better, everyone continued to resist the enemy, and there was not much time to rest, and the strength was getting smaller and smaller, but the offensive of Jiaozhi was getting stronger and stronger, and everyone already knew that the fall of the city was only time.

I thought that I used a bed crossbow to shoot the Chinese army in Jiaozhi last time, and most of them injured Li Fuzai, but I didn't want to Jiaozhi, but only three days later, I attacked the city again.

There was silence on the city wall, and only the sound of the divine arm bow could be heard shooting again and again, not fast, only a few times at a time—there were so few Mu Yu arrows left that they couldn't even hold up a salvo.

Wei Qi swallowed his throat.

His throat was dry and thirsty, and the buckets on the walls had been drained.

He shouted in a hoarse voice: "The eldest husband died for the country, and he died as he deserved!! ”

This should be the most learned sentence that Wei Qi, who is not very literate, has said since he was born, as soon as these words came out, he himself felt that his blood was boiling, and he shouted again: "Lao Tzu has already killed enough!" Whoever dares to come to the city, I will cut one and catch a thief for nothing! ”

As he shouted, his eyes turned red, his face flushed, and his whole person was excited.

The soldiers all over the city also became excited.

At this time, even if they were already certain to die, there was no possibility of escape, and everyone preferred to call their deaths more beautiful.

One of the soldiers spat at the city and shouted, "Lao Tzu died on the wall of the northern city!" I only hope that my son and daughter will pass on Lao Tzu's seed, and rely on today's situation, and I will be able to earn a lot in the eyes of others in the future! ”

He spoke, no matter how stupid he was—who would blush at the dead in battle—but he grabbed his long knife again and slashed at a cross-toed soldier who had just turned over.

More and more Jiaozhi soldiers have stood on the city wall.

Wang Miyuan, who was originally standing on a high place to command, had to draw his sword and follow to kill the enemy.

There is a sound of killing on the city wall, at this time, as long as someone looks under the city wall, you can see the Jiaozhi soldiers climbing on the clouds, and they are constantly rushing towards the top, killing them inexhaustibly, driving them away.

Wang Miyuan is strong in martial arts, one can top three, where he appears, the pressure of which place is three points smaller, but Wang Miyuan has only one after all.

The screams rang out one after another, and there were fewer and fewer guards on the city wall who could stand, and Wang Mi saw that a soldier was only concerned with shooting arrows, and the cross-toed soldier behind him slashed without noticing, and saw that the tip of the knife was about to poke the soldier in the back.

He staggered and handed the knife, and was about to swing the tip of the cross-toed soldier, but at this moment, his right hand hurt, and when he looked down, he saw that an arrow had shot up from under the city wall, and it was inserted into his tiger's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang" on his back shoulder, which was the sound of sharp weapons and armor colliding, and he turned his head, and sure enough, the two cross-toes could surround him, and while he was unable to deal with the injuries on his hands, he slashed at his face and neck one by one.