"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The drums of war suddenly beat in the tide of black iron armor. The shocking drums, as if from the thunder of the nine heavens, intensified. Commanding a thousand foot soldiers, from slow to fast, they quickly spread their bodies and slaughtered in the direction of Qucheng. When they rushed towards Qucheng at the fastest speed, almost everyone's mouth invariably let out a shout at this time: "Kill!"

With their moving steps, they stepped on the ground, and even the earth trembled. Not to mention the people in the city, after hearing this deafening shout of killing, everyone trembled.

On the city wall, someone raised his hand, looked at the black armor that was coming quickly, and suddenly waved it down, and roared angrily in his mouth: "Release the arrow!"

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired on the city wall. Arrows flashing with cold light shot out from the hands of each soldier and swept away towards the oncoming enemy army like locusts flying into the sky.

The rapid war drums changed their rhythm slightly at the same time as the arrows appeared. The foot soldier who was originally indomitable and quickly charged at the front immediately took off the shield from his back and held it in front of him. The soldiers on both sides quickly moved closer to the middle, and all of them held their shields high above their heads, forming a solid copper wall for their comrades.

At the same time, countless arrows shot out into the air behind him, pulling out a graceful arc and falling towards the city wall. made a perfect cover for their progress.

On the city wall, there are naturally soldiers who raise their shields in their hands to block those oncoming arrows. But just as they blocked the first round of arrows, a vision suddenly appeared behind them. A cry of pain, mixed with angry shouts of killing, suddenly sounded from the steps of the city wall. Someone scolded angrily: "Dog, mother, we have been tricked." The team that entered the city earlier was a damn enemy!"

Suddenly, the city wall was in chaos. Fortunately, a veteran who has been in the army for a long time and has a lot of experience has stepped forward. He immediately opened his mouth and shouted to the crowd: "All the archers continue to shoot arrows outside the city, blocking the enemy's advance. The rest of the people, come with me, and chop up the group of miscellaneous pieces that touched the city wall first. ”

After saying that, the veteran took the lead in drawing his long knife from his waist and struck at the enemy who sneaked up from the stairs. As soon as they heard that someone stood up to command, the panicked soldiers seemed to have found the backbone, and followed the veteran soldiers to draw their swords and meet the enemy angrily.

In fact, they can't be blamed for their own chaos, who said that there is no one in charge of the city wall at this time. Originally, even if General Ma was not there, there would still be a deputy general. However, when the previous group of black-armored cavalry entered the city, for the sake of safety, he accompanied the county guard and went to the county guard mansion together. Although when he went, he confessed to the zero hour and asked a soldier named Wang Xu to temporarily take his place. However, this Wang Xu was near the stairs at that time. When the enemy attacked, he was the first to be killed by the sword.

In this way, the soldiers on the city wall completely lost their backbone. Once there is no backbone on the battlefield, the people below will naturally panic. After all, they were only the defenders of a city, and the battles they experienced were almost zero. Even, most of them are newcomers to the army. In the face of such an unexpected situation, can they not be chaotic?

Even now, following behind the veterans, they are engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy troops who have attacked the city wall, and most of them are not opponents. Some of them were even face-to-face, and they were cut down to the ground by the group of black-armored soldiers. Blood flowed, huddled up, wailing bitterly. The veteran who took the lead, with his rich combat experience, could barely continue to fight with the other party. But even so, in the face of a one-sided war. At this time, his body was already scarred and bleeding.

The veteran's name is Yang Yongping, and his name was given to him by his mother. The implication is very simple, that is, I hope that one day, this chaotic world can be peaceful forever. Yang Yongping lost his father when he was a child, and he has not seen his father since he can remember. It was only from his mother's mouth that his father was a soldier, a great soldier. Although the official rank is not high, he is only a small captain, but he is a very good person. Especially the soldiers under the opponent, they regard them as brothers of the same mother. Later, once on the battlefield, trying to save his brother, he died. Sixteen arrows in his body.

Perhaps growing up listening to his father's deeds, Yang Yongping resolutely joined the army at the age of fifteen. Later, following the team, going south to north, there were not a few big and small battles fought. It wasn't until one time, in a battle, that he was shot in the left leg by an enemy arrow in order to save his battle robe, and he fell ill, so he reluctantly retreated from that army.

But when he returned to his hometown, he couldn't let go of the eventful years of fighting and killing the enemy with his robes. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only take out the affection he had accumulated in half his life, and he was cheeky and asked someone to help him find an errand for a city defender. Originally, he thought that this life might be like this. As for going to the battlefield again and fighting the enemy heartily, don't even think about it. After all, as a soldier defending the city, and not a city like a border pass, it is almost impossible to go to the battlefield.

Unless it is between two countries, the kind of national war that really breaks out, and one country is destined to completely disappear from the stage of history. However, how could he possibly look forward to such a thing? What is the duty of a soldier, isn't it to defend the homeland and the country, and to bring peace to the people? Although it is said that the battle on the battlefield is very pleasant, who really wants to do this in his heart? Isn't this helpless, forced by the troubled times?

The blood on his body had already stained Yang Yongping's armor red. The blade of the long knife in his hand appeared in countless gaps in the collision of strength and heaviness. However, in the face of the fierce rush of the enemy, he was never willing to fall to the ground. Even in his chest, two spears had been stabbed into him, and the spears remained in his body.

Behind him, the corpses of his comrades were lying in pools of blood, and their bodies were stuck with arrows.

Outside the city, the foot soldiers of 1,000 men had come to the gate of the city under the cover of a rain of arrows. A stout siege stake, after being lifted by dozens of people, kept slamming against the city gate, making a dull loud noise.

When Chen Yijian's figure appeared on the city wall, the gate of Qucheng was breached at this moment. The foot soldiers in black armor, like tigers descending from the mountain, poured into the city. The spear that exuded a cold glow in his hand stabbed straight away whenever he encountered the fleeing people. In a scream of pain, streams of crimson blood were brought out of their bodies.

Chen Yijian, who saw this scene, did not hesitate at all. The figure flashed, and appeared directly in front of them. With a long knife in hand, he stopped them from moving forward. On his solemn face, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. didn't talk nonsense with them at all, and just took a step and slaughtered them. On the long knife in his hand, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted. Just one slash was made, and dozens of black-armored foot soldiers standing at the forefront were smashed and flew out.

The next moment, Chen Yijian had already rushed into the army of thousands of people. The long knife in his hand was waved unscrupulously. In the sharp sword light, the army of 1,000 people was forcibly blocked at the gate of the city, and they were not allowed to step into half a step.

In the face of the white-clothed young man who seemed to be descending from the gods, the foot soldiers in black armor not only did not flinch at all. Instead, a roar erupted from everyone's mouths at this moment. With a more ferocious attitude, he clenched the spear in his hand and went up towards the young man's fearless death. Although they all knew in their hearts at this time that this young man could have such terrifying strength, and he could use the power of one person to defeat their army of thousands of people, he must be the legendary cultivator.

But what does it matter? As long as there are such reasonable tactics, no matter what kind of enemy you face on the battlefield, you can break them one by one.

Therefore, the black armor infantry did not rush up in one go, but in a formation of ten people, under the command of a leading soldier, they continued to attack Chen Yijian. They are going to win the final victory with numerical superiority. No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than ten, hundreds, thousands, or even ten thousand?

Not to mention Chen Yijian, who is only on the thirteenth floor, I am afraid that he is a monk on the twenty-fourth floor of the peak six realms, and he doesn't dare to say that he will definitely be able to do it. Therefore, in the face of the steady stream of black-armored foot soldiers rushing towards him, he forced them back for the fifty-sixth time. Chen Yijian finally made a decision in his heart that he couldn't continue to spend time with them like this.

Without waiting for the fifty-seventh attack of the black armor foot soldier, Chen Yijian had an extra boulder in his hand, which was the one that he had carried behind him all day. Without thinking about it, he smashed the boulder towards the crowd in front of him. And he himself quickly took a step, followed behind the big stone, and broke through to the outside of the city.

But what Chen Yijian didn't expect was that the big stone rolled out on the ground not far before it was blocked by the black armor foot soldier in front of him with a shield. And what's even worse is that he was still in the corridor of the city gate, and he almost didn't make Chen Yijian angry and scolded his mother.

Behind him, he was once again surrounded by black-armored foot soldiers. Looking at the way forward, the solemnity on Chen Yijian's face became deeper and deeper. Unable to retain his strength anymore, the long knife in his hand slashed out, but it was not aimed at the black armor footman, but at the boulder in front of him. The sharp sword light flashed away. A hard boulder, split in half with a single knife. The wanton sword qi burst out of the boulder in an instant. Everything within a hundred paces of it, whether it be people or stones, was shattered by it.

In an instant, the flesh and blood in the corridor of the city gate flew sideways, the rubble shot fiercely, and the screams were repeated, like a Shura hell.