At the beginning of the battle on this day, there was no difference from the previous day, the infantry of the Rakshasa army pushed all kinds of siege equipment to advance the tower, and the merchant army in the city fought back with bows and arrows, compared with the people of the previous days, the bows and arrows did not cause much damage to the well-equipped Rakshasa army.

Standing on the head of the city with a bow in the clouds, with every arrow fired, a siege weapon of the Rakshasas was destroyed.

The angry Rakshasa mobilized a large number of archers to shoot into the clouds, but the body in the clouds was like steel and iron, and ordinary bows and arrows would slide to the side when they hit his body, and the repeated shots of thousands of archers could not hurt him in the slightest, but these sharpshooters who shot at close range encountered the ferocious shots of the merchant archers, and suffered heavy casualties.

Suddenly, Yun Zhong raised his hand and caught a flying arrow, which was less than a foot away from his front door.

Yunzhong looked in the direction where the sharp arrow came from, a Hun man in gold armor looked at him with a sneer, Yunzhong smiled slightly, and shot the sharp arrow in his hand with an ebony bow, and another Rakshasa man's nest turned into a pile of wood chips.

Looking at the smile on the face of the Hun general, his eyes were about to bulge because of anger.

The Rakshasa infantry finally arrived at the foot of the city wall, and with the help of nest carts and ladders, like an ant colony, launched an attack on the city wall.

Yunzhong was still standing firmly at the head of the city, and the feathered arrows in his hands kept firing, and with each arrow, a nest car collapsed, and the Rakshasa sergeant who was trying to climb on the nest car fell to the ground in the screams.

The Rakshasa army was superior in numbers, but most of them were new recruits, and they were at a complete disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat with the well-trained merchant army, and from early morning to noon, the Rakshasa army had nearly 20,000 casualties, and the morale was low to the bottom, and the Rakshasa officers even needed to use leather whips to drive the soldiers to continue to climb the city wall.

The casualties of the merchant army also reached more than 1,000 people, and most of them were extremely exhausted and continued to fight only by will.

Yunzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked behind the Rakshasa people, where were the neatly arranged Xiongnu dismounted cavalry, and behind them, was the legendary hero, the Hun king Attila.

By about two o'clock in the afternoon, the Rakshasa army, which had suffered heavy casualties, had completely lost the courage to attack, even the leather whip and tomahawk could not urge the Rakshasa people whose morale had fallen to the bottom, and the merchant army was also exhausted, and many of the defenders could not even raise their spears, so they could only push the stones on the side.

The Hun army moved.

A flag bearer beside Attila waved a wolf-headed banner towards Tengda City a few times, and the Hun dismounted cavalry wearing leather armor, holding scimitars and round shields lined up in more than 20 phalanxes, pushing nest carts, rushing carts and ladders, and pressed straight towards the city wall from four directions.

The corners of the mouth in the cloud curled.

The Huns advanced quickly, and soon reached the city, set up various siege weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the exhausted merchant army at the head of the city.

Yun Zhong took out a bright red battle flag from his bosom and waved it down vigorously.

Mu Ying, Yan Gang, Shi Jin, and Zhu Wu, each with 3,000 fresh troops and a large number of bed crossbows, stone shooters and other weapons suddenly appeared on the Sifang city wall, and the anger that had been held back for several days poured on the heads of the Huns under the city with crossbow arrows and stone bullets.

The Huns were already convinced that the siege weapons in the city had run out of arrows and stones, and they stood densely within a range of dozens of meters away from the city wall, and when the crossbow arrows and stone bullets attacked them, there was no room to dodge at all, and the small round shields in their hands had no defense against these city defense weapons at all, and they could only watch them fall to the ground in large pieces, and the corpses were fragmented, incomplete, and extremely miserable.

The attacked Huns tried to retreat, but their ranks were so dense that no one but a few on the outermost part could escape. The Shang army's weapons didn't even need to be aimed at all, and a random shot would result in a large number of broken corpses.

Many Huns pulled out scimitars and slashed indiscriminately, trying to break away from a bloody way of escape, and more people followed suit, and finally formed a large-scale melee, the Huns and Rakshasas were under the rain of arrows and stones on the city, desperately slashing with scimitars and tomahawks, eager to seek a glimmer of life.

In the clouds, I saw that Attila, the king of the Huns, had changed from the original immortal awe-inspiring and light cloud to a pale face and a hideous face, this hero who had been crisscrossing the field for nearly a hundred years had never experienced such a big rout, and what was even more difficult to accept was that his enemy strength was not even one-tenth of his.

The four gates of Tengda City were opened at the same time, and Dong Ping, Yexian, Wei Ling, and Li Teh each led a thousand cavalry to kill from the four gates at the same time, like a quick knife cutting butter, dividing the chaotic Xiongnu and Rakshasa coalition forces piece by piece, encircling and annihilating.

Attila's eyes widened in rage, and he commanded his own guards to prepare for battle, trying to salvage the defeat.

At this time, a group of hundreds of cavalry rushed out of the city again, led by Yunzhong, the acting city lord of Tengda City, followed by Fei Na, Gan Ning, Asura, Lan Yu and other masters.

The mace was made in the clouds, and wherever they passed, the Huns and Rakshasas fell to the ground like wheat blown by a strong wind, and the clouds did not love to fight, but his goal was clear, and he rushed straight to the place where Attila was.

Attila, the king of the Huns, laughed angrily: "Haha, this king has not made a move with anyone for decades, it seems that some people regard this king as a soft persimmon, and they still want to directly raid this king!"

The flag bearer waved the wolf's head, and the personal guards of the King of the Huns, together with the dozens of heavenly rank generals wearing golden armor, attacked the cavalry team in the clouds.

Two elite cavalry units collided with each other, swords and spears clashing, and every now and then someone fell from his horse with a terrible howl.

Yunzhong threw away the mace in his hand, took out the no-return treasure knife, handed over the horse, and beheaded a Hun master of the fifth heaven of the heavenly order under the horse, and the other Hun masters saw that he said that the commander of the merchant army surrounded him, Gan Ning and Mo Li stepped forward desperately, and each stopped a few opponents for him, but Yunzhong was still under the siege of more than 20 heaven-level masters, including three fierce generals at the peak of the heaven-level level.

In a good cloud, the No Treasure Knife makes the water not leak, and the fierce battle against a group of heaven-level masters is like a tiger making the wind, drunk and colorful, and there is no fear at all. More than 20 Hun masters fought like a horselight, not only did they not take advantage, but they were seized by the clouds and beheaded two Tian-level Hun generals.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of wild laughter erupt in the clouds: "King Attila, it is an honor in the clouds!" The war knife in his hand rose upwards and collided with a slash in the air.

Attila showed his figure, fell to the ground, and took a few steps back, just now he had a hard touch, he collided in the clouds with the immortal rank double heaven and the heavenly rank twelve heavens, and when he was six small realms higher, his strength was actually at a disadvantage.

The battle spirit in the clouds was full of spirit, and the tiger and tiger without returning the treasure sword were vigorous, and they attacked Attila directly, and the more than twenty heaven-level masters who were originally besieging him were shocked to find that the strength in the clouds had actually been greatly improved, and they had completely suppressed them.

However, in two or three rounds, another heaven-level master was cut under the horse, and the clouds rushed straight in front of Attila, Attila waved a long knife to meet him, the two knives collided, sparks were everywhere, Attila took a few steps back, and quickly used the art of flying in the sky, his body was more than 30 meters high, and he looked down at it, but he saw that the knife in the cloud was handed over to his left hand, and his right hand took out an ebony bow, and he took a black gold arrow, and shot an arrow.

Attila hurriedly changed direction in the air, but unexpectedly, the direction that Yunzhong was aiming in was the direction he was dodging, as if Attila himself had hit his body on the sharp arrow in the cloud.

Attila screamed and flew straight out of the spur, but in half a minute, it was gone.

Yun Zhong secretly regretted that he had been planning for several days, and when he had just fought each other, he did not hesitate to suppress his strength and lure Attila into taking the bait, but he finally escaped.