Song Zhiwen's personal guard roared and tried to go up to block in front of him, the falling stone was close in an instant, and the closest to him was Zhang Ziwen, this even a staff officer who was a little thin and a little thin took a step without hesitation, opened his arms to the falling stone, and tried to block the weight driven by Ji Kuo and dozens of manpower with his flesh and blood.

The only thought in his head before he took that step was that he, Zhang Ziwen, could die, but the general must not die.

The whistling wind reached his ears, and Zhang Ziwen's arms that he was trying to open were already trembling slightly, just like when he stopped the new Jinju general's horse team that day.

"Zhang Ziwen in Lower Jinzhou, I have studied Wenmo and read two military books, and I am willing to follow the general to do things!"

The general sitting on the saddle looked at this stubborn young man dressed as a scribe with great interest, the tragic battle in the north of the city has long been a household name in Jinju, and many local villages and towns in Jinju have joined forces to join the army, and they are going to join the army at this time.... Could it be the assassin who came to kill him?

Such thoughts were dispelled after a while, and the soldiers with them pressed the reckless Jinzhou young man to the ground, and the knife was on his neck.

"Why did you join the army?"

"I can't get used to seeing those barbarians wreaking havoc in the land of Dayao!"

"Not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that I'll die!"

Then Song Zhiwen had an additional personal staff officer around him to deal with many matters, followed him to all the states and counties of Jinju, and then followed the team to draw the map north into the grassland, during which he fell off the horse's back and broke more than one bone, but there was no complaint.

"I won't regret it with Ben today?" he asked after tightening the cloth strap on Ziwen's arm.

"I don't regret it, after following the general's horse, I have also traveled to many places outside Jinju, and if you can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, then you are called a reader. ”

What a reader who doesn't look very smart.... Song Zhiwen patted his forehead helplessly.

But such a scholar shouldn't just die!

There was a loud bang at the head of the city, and the scattered rubble cut many of the Dayao soldiers near the city, and among these soldiers were archers who threw arrows under the city, although they were defenseless, but most of them were insignificant flesh wounds. But the people standing at the head of the city, but our general in Jinju, and the people who were a little closer were cut into this way by the rubble, and the general who was facing the falling rock....

The guards were a step too late, they should have folded a thick human wall in front of General Song before the falling rocks were thrown at the head of the city, but in order to better see the situation under the city, Song Zhiwen took a few steps forward, and these guards were a little farther away, so they could only see a thin figure blocking in front of the general who had just raised his head.

It is still laborious for ordinary people to lift up such falling rocks, and they are thrown by torch stones and thrown hundreds of feet away and then smashed down....

When they searched among the broken bricks and rubble, they were all prepared to witness two miserable piles of blurred flesh and blood, thanks to Song Zhiwen's previous order that there must be a military academy on duty within the city wall to command, the garrison on the city was not affected much, and the sergeants who were still shooting arrows and throwing stones under the city did not know that Song Zhiwen's life and death were uncertain. But the sharp-eyed had already noticed the smoke and dust rising from the gate tower and the loud noise, which was hard to ignore anyway.

The stone chariot had only one chance to throw stones, because it was only a few breaths later than the stone throwing, and the bed crossbow of the old man in the city once again pierced one of the girders that was crucial to the stone car, and the barbarians near him tried to drag the stone cart away from the battlefield, but the huge arrows that followed made these people have to flee in a hurry, and more than a dozen people were crucified next to the stone car.

Two arrows destroyed two torch stone carts, the old pawn Shi Chang straightened up among the cheering sergeants around him, and looked worriedly in the direction of the city, the barbarian torch stone cart is still a torch stone cart even if it is a terrible thing, look at the size of the stone will never be lighter, if the people standing at the head of the city stand badly, even leaving a whole corpse depends on luck.

On the first day of the war, the main general died, how can this city continue to be defended? To put it in his heart, this old soldier is convinced by the new Jinzhou general, and he doesn't know or understand any other military affairs, but look at the newly issued arrows, the arrow shafts are all made of mature wood in the dense forests in the south of Dayao, and the arrows are not something that can be played out in any small workshop to deal with things.

But before life and death were unknown, he could only fiddle with this bed crossbow, and the people beside him put heavy giant arrows on the crossbow strings of the bed crossbow, and the ropes thicker than a baby's wrist were pulled by the winch to the fields where any shock was loose, and Elder Shi squinted his eyes and looked for barbarian nobles and generals in different clothes among the barbarian cavalry.

"General...."Zhang Ziwen's eyes were glazed, and he muttered in his mouth.

He never imagined that the general he had been waiting for so long would be like this.... Takeo.

In the moment before the falling rock, Song Zhiwen tore away Zhang Ziwen who was blocking the front, and then threw a punch at the falling rock.

The weight of dozens of catties of falling rocks is not large, but it is not something that can be blocked by one person, even if the wrestlers in the army are holding huge shields and heavy armor, they will inevitably be shocked to the point of bleeding and suffering extremely serious internal injuries, and in the end, they can't escape a life, but Song Zhiwen's punch directly blasted the falling rocks into fragments scattered all over the sky.

This is not the power that ordinary martial artists can have, Zhang Ziwen and Wu He Dart Bureau many dart masters also recognize it, coupled with the identity of Zhang Bashun's son, naturally there is not much to avoid when practicing martial arts, even if he has never eaten pork and seen a pig run, this is not a punch that any dart head in Wu He Dart Bureau can throw.

"You and I have avoided the stone, and it is important to keep this secret. Song Zhiwen whispered in his ear in the smoke and dust that was about to dissipate.

Then he shouted, "All right, all right!"

The leader of the pro-soldiers was nervous and looked at Song Zhiwen from head to toe, only the hands and feet were not protected by armor There were some abrasions and blood, and then the man relaxed slightly, knelt in a circle with the people around him and asked Song Zhiwen to plead guilty, saying that he was not able to protect and should be punished.

"Ben is going to go up to the city to see, is it appropriate to do you people? Could it be that you can stand outside the city wall to block the arrows?" With a wave of his hand, Song Zhi asked these guards to get up, "It's not your fault, what is the crime?"

But no matter what, the guards didn't dare to let Song Zhiwen get within a foot of the city wall, although the two torch stone carts were all destroyed, and the only thing that could endanger the people in the city at the moment was those sparse flying arrows. The slave warriors of the city took advantage of the brief chaos in the city to climb up a little more, and some climbed to the top of the city, but before they could gain a foothold, they were pierced into hedgehogs by spears and spears, or their heads were cut off or taken down from the city.

No one could understand what the barbarians were so desperate for, and the other three walls did not send a message of siege. Isn't this like a means of attacking the east and west, and the lord of that army will use the lives of thousands of people to fight the east and west?

Suddenly.

Two brave warriors escorted Yu Gao to Dunmao's horse, and forced him to kneel down to Dunmao with the crook of his knees and back.

"Respect the heroes of the Taiqige Department in the near future. With a look of displeasure on his face, the two Taiqi Gebu warriors, who were known for their bravery, obediently loosened their elbows and knees, and Yu Gao, whose cheeks were close to the dirt, had a chance to breathe, and straightened up from the ground to look at the horseback.

Such a direct gaze was extremely disrespectful to the elders and Venerable in the grassland tribe, and the two Taiqi Gebu Warriors wanted to make this barbarian be honest when they saw this, but the sudden majestic glance made them involuntarily abandon such thoughts, and respectfully stepped aside.

Suddenly pulled out the war knife at his waist and threw it to the ground, half of the blade was submerged in the ground, this was an excellent knife, and it was only a distance from Yu Gaogao that could reach out. When the two Taiqi Gebu martial artists saw it, they wanted to step forward to protect them, but they were stopped by their own lord, "Let him go!"

Yu Gao's cheeks twitched, and the knife was in his hand, and he reached out and pulled out the knife, cut off the horse's head, and plunged it into the chest of the barbarian lord, and then cut off the blood in his neck. Using two lives to atone for his own sins, Yu Gao's mind had rehearsed such a scene countless times, and even thought about the situation of the old folks in the city after learning of his death, and the old father in the family stood up and showed a proud expression.

"The knife is right in front of you, pull out the knife, either kill or put down the knife and surrender!" The voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu echoed in this field, and at the moment when Yu Gao raised his hand and touched the handle of the knife, the great majesty pressed him to the point that he could not move a bit, "Either kill!" or surrender!"

A huge, substance-like coercion fell on the top of Yu Gao's head, as if it weighed thousands of pounds. The man holding the knife clenched tightly, the sweat from the palm of his hand made the handle slippery, his hand was shaking, he shouted loudly to pull out the knife, but after all, he only pulled it out, and the whole person fell backwards.

"Since you can't pull out a knife to kill, surrender. He leaned out of his horse and pulled out the knife, and led the horse to Yu Gao's side, and the horse's hooves were digging the ground, and the blade was pointing at the man.

Yu Gao trembled his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he still couldn't say anything, and the middle-aged man fell to his knees on the ground, slowly and painfully, leaning down little by little, and throwing himself to the ground on horseback.