Chapter 47: The Day of the Dead

Yan Yan's horse had arrived in front of the pass.

Huang Zhong struggled with his arms and tugged on the bowstring, but this time he didn't even pull the hard bow to the fullest. He shot a hundred arrows in a row, and finally reached the end of the crossbow? I couldn't help but marvel.

Yan Yan stood on the black giant horse, put his foot on the saddle a little, and actually pounced on the high city, and several soldiers rushed forward, spears piercing, trying to force him down before he grasped the city. At this time, Yan Yan's spear supported Da Xu, and there was only a ring-headed long knife in his palm. He was in mid-air, and with a wave of his left hand, he grabbed the head of a spear, took advantage of the momentum to flip up, and the long knife swung away, and several shots were broken.

He had a hollow head in the air, which was already above the heads of the soldiers, and then fell on the head of a soldier, and when he coughed, the man was trampled on his neck bone, and his head tilted away, and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, and he saw that he was not alive. As Yan Yan landed at the head of the city, the long knife swung continuously, and several soldiers surrounding him immediately fell to the ground.

For the first time, blood was sprinkled on the head of the quail. The guards escorted me and hurriedly retreated, and when Yan Yan saw me, she smirked and flew up again.

His speed was several times faster than that of his son, who had assassinated me the previous time. As he suddenly entered, his body turned into a black phantom in the air, and lightning shot out. Several guards stepped forward to intercept him, but before they could see his advance, they were split in two by the long knife.

My lips twitched, and I drew my sword from my waist to face the god-killing foe. But there was a mountain in front of me.

When there was a loud bang, it reverberated in the city, Yan Yan's ring-headed knife was swept away by the red blood, and Lao Huang Zhong was above the city and greeted Yan Yan in front of him. From me, I saw that Huang Zhong's hands were trembling slightly.

Yan Yan withdrew the long knife and faced Huang Zhong, and actually laughed, but that kind of laughter was not a human laugh, but a beast's laughter. When he saw Huang Zhong, he was like a wolf's prey, with a pair of gray and expressionless eyes radiating a cold and bloodthirsty light.

Immediately afterwards, he and his body pounced, the long knife waved, and when the loud noise was endless, I could no longer see the figures of Yan Yan and Huang Zhong clearly, and I couldn't see the victory or defeat of the two of them. Turning around, I shouted angrily to the guards who were closely surrounding me: "What are you doing to protect me, go and help the old general!" ”

The guards couldn't come forward, and the battle of a master at the level of Huang Zhong and Yan Yan couldn't participate in it at all.

At this time, not only did a fierce battle begin at the head of the city, but every inch of the quail's walls was severely tested by the storm.

Quail is not a city to guard. Its castle is not high, the city walls are mainly earthen and are located on high ground, so you can have an unobstructed view of the four fields at the same time, and at the same time, it gives the enemy the convenience of attacking in all directions at the same time. We marched to this point, and in a hurry we defended the enemy's emptied town, with very little equipment to defend it. Compared with those Chencang, Yangguan, and Tongguan, which are tightly guarded and the city is strong, guarding the pass here is more like a battle for the highlands. But fortunately, the enemy also did not have sufficient siege preparations, and even, in order to raid, they did not have any siege equipment, except for the most powerful elite led by Yan Yan himself, all the Qianghu tribes were covered with light leather armor. Therefore, we don't need to defend for too long, and about tomorrow at this time, Jiang Wei and the others will be able to return to the army, and by then, the enemy will have only one way to rout.

The waves of attacks came one after another, and in many places, every Han soldier had to face four or five Wei attacks, and when the crossbow machine was ineffective, the Wei army's Chang Zhen had the upper hand. Trampling on the sea of corpses and blood under the city, the first batch of Wei troops finally landed at the head of the city behind Yan Yan, and the Han army defending the city formed a sporadic eight formations, not giving an inch, stubbornly resisting to the death. The enemy army had the advantage of numbers and weapons, while the Han army had a more reasonable battle formation and coordination. The two sides started a white-knuckle battle, the fierce fighting began, from here to there, countless sharp weapons were slashing and killing, the two sides gritted their teeth, bleeding and bleeding, there were swords and swords everywhere, and the human body on the head of the city was soon also fortified, and the two sides stepped on the human body of the wounded and the dead to continue to fight, and the screams continued one after another.

In this battle array, the white-eared elites who are equipped with the Hundred Cultivation Treasure Swords and are familiar with the Eight Formations are the most powerful, and their knives can easily cut through the enemy's long sword and split the enemy's armor. They can even defend a three-man zone by one and keep the enemy from advancing, but they will face more enemies.

The guards around me also started fighting, and my goal was the biggest, so I was also the core of the enemy's attack. Loyal and brave guards formed a formation to protect me and fight to the death against the enemy! In this battle, the defenders of the city showed incomparable tenacity and tenacity, fought back desperately, were unstoppable, and drove the enemy off the city many times. If the enemy army is the sea, our army is the angry rock standing on the seashore, independent of the shore with a solitary posture, standing up hard edges and corners, and knocking the wave that storms the shore beach into splashing flower droplets!

If you look down at the quail from above, you will find that a rapidly tumbling vortex has formed around the quail, and the blood has washed the city wall layer by layer, and there are patches of red, white, dark gray, purple and no other color. In this world, everything looks blood-red, and that's because everyone's eyes are bloodshot. There is no other choice between killing or being killed.

I stood under the word "Han", not moving an inch. Some guards advised me to leave, but I pushed them aside. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, and the morale of the quail defenders won't fall. I waved the sword in my hand under the daze and commanded the battle formation.

At this time, I had a strange feeling, as if I was standing at the head of the city, as if I had moved away from the city, flying into the sky, and I could clearly look down on every battlefield. I don't know if it's a hallucination because I'm too nervous, but I don't feel any nervous at all, all I have is excitement.

In Xicheng, the battle between Huang Zhong and Yan Yan continued, and the two of them, no matter who won, would have a huge turn in the tide of the battle. Blood kept shooting out of their battles, I don't know who was injured, and I was worried about Huang Zhong.

The two of them, like a strong wind, like a torrential rain, fought together, and suddenly they were involved in the battle array around them, and they frantically killed and poked each other's generals. Yan Yan tried to rush at me several times, but Huang Zhong fought back to the death.

In the middle of the city, in a small courtyard that had been calm, there was a sudden eruption of fierce shouts and the sound of weapons clashing, that is, the enemy finally attacked the city through the tunnel. The fire rose, and for a time there was chaos in the city, and some of the people who were hidden in the people's homes rushed out of the house with weapons in hand.

Although I have been administering benevolence in this city, sending doctors and medicines, and even organizing people to carry water for them, I do not believe that I have completely won the hearts and minds of the people in this city. The Chinese army escorts, which had been prepared for a long time, stood guard at the street entrances everywhere and quickly calmed down the internal chaos.

In the eastern city, a detachment of the enemy army also came to support. That army was the one led by Yan Yan, and its bravery didn't seem to be under our army. The enemy forces suddenly gained numerical superiority, and their morale soared. The guards of the eastern city did not pay attention, and the banner of the word "Liu" behind him was actually cut down by the enemy, and the enemy army grabbed the banner and excitedly held it high to show it to the city, and the Wei army let out a shocking cheer. The guard was furious, and pounced from the countless swords and spears, and at once threw the flag-bearing enemy to the bottom of the city, and the two fell to the ground on the hill of corpses, rolling and fighting. The thin guard broke the neck of the tall enemy and recaptured the banner. The Chinese Escort Army, which had pacified the internal chaos, was replenished and confronted with the enemy.

It was a close battle, and at this point, the stratagem no longer worked. What is fighting is will, courage, and spiritual persistence and madness after the body can't bear it, who can fight more!

Suddenly, I saw a man flying in the middle of the enemy line with a broadsword, he was not riding a horse, but he was running faster than a horse. When he rushed, the enemy line parted like a wave. He used his broadsword to swing away the enemy's position, and the enemy's spears stabbed at him, but he just avoided the vital points on his body, and used the armor on his body and the flesh and skin on his body to squeeze a way out of the enemy's weapon.

I don't know how many wounds he has on his body and how much blood has flowed, but his speed has not slowed down in the slightest. His age is not young, but he seems to have the spirit of not losing to Lao Huang Zhong. He ran straight towards me, shouting, "Young master! Young Lord! ”

In the midst of the shouts, blood came out of his mouth.

I leaned over and looked out, recognized the person at a glance, and my heart suddenly sank, and it was Zhou Cang!

Zhou Cang was originally a Yellow Turban rebel. Since meeting the second uncle, he was impressed by it and protected the second uncle all his life. He is strong and long, running extremely fast, and it is said that he can carry eighty-two catties of the Qinglong Knife, and he follows the red rabbit without missing a moment. After the second uncle went, he followed the second uncle's deathbed instructions and supported me wholeheartedly with Guan Ping. In this battle, he and Guan Ping went all the way to Jingchuan, and then returned to help me after relieving the siege of Jingchuan, but why is he the only one who comes back now?

Zhou Cang ran to the front of the city, he had become a bloody man, took out an object from his arms, and threw it at me with all his might, only to pause, and more than ten long poles chasing behind him had pierced into his heart!

"General Zhou!" I cried out in pain, and my heart was like a knife. But when I saw Zhou Cang looking up at me, he still gasped and laughed: "Young master, you are safe, I am relieved!" These people disturb me to talk to the young master, it is really hateful, the young master is not in a hurry, wait for me to get rid of them! As he spoke, he swung his long knife back, and several soldiers behind him rolled their heads and blood splattered.

With this last wave, Zhou Cang's body fell to the ground heavily, closing his eyes that had been violent for half his life but seemed to be full of warmth at this moment.