Tang Dao flashed, and the pressure on Zhang Yan's left side suddenly disappeared. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The long sword danced, and there was no urgency in Zhang Yan's rear.

Zhang Zhan, Nie Ban and Jing Wolf, formed a circle, and Nie Ban didn't say a word of nonsense: "Rush!"

If the three of them fought separately, sooner or later they would be defeated by the Mongols one by one. So the three of them have a good heart, well, the three of them take the common sense that fools know, and they each move closer to each other, and finally succeed in converging.

Nie Ban took the lead, and the speed of the Tang Dao was enough to cut off the long river, and he bravely and steadily moved towards the city gate. Wherever they passed, the Mongols either had their arms cut off or were directly killed, and there was absolutely no possibility of continuing the battle.

Zhang Yan and Jing Wolf were left and right, only bearing the enemy in front of them, and they were a little more relaxed.

Under the leadership of Nie Ban, the three of them finally came to the city gate ten steps away.

Usually this short distance, anyone can walk a few steps. And today, all the way, perhaps because of trampling on countless bones and blood, it seems that the footsteps are particularly heavy.

After the Mengren, who was holding the giant tree, was slashed down by Nie Ban's quick knife and the four of them were slashed, the heavy balance of the giant wood was broken. And the rest of the Mengren who were carrying the giant tree, who would dare to face the Tang Dao of Nie Ban while carrying the giant tree?

With a "boom", the giant tree fell to the ground fiercely, raising a cloud of dust.

"Good !!"

Only then did Zhang Zhan realize that the soldiers of Datong Mansion on the city wall had already been so excited that they were about to cry out hoarsely.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Wen Na shouted several times, and the rain of arrows shot towards the head of the Meng man like catharsis.

The three people under the city gate were even more unstoppable, killing everyone on their backs and making a mess.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

The trumpet sounded, and the Mongols finally withdrew.

When retreating, the Mongolian people echoed each other, and the formation was tight, leaving no opportunity for the soldiers of Datong Mansion to take advantage of.

Zhang Chuan and the three of them also glanced at each other at this time, and after their spirits slackened, they suddenly felt that their whole body was so sore, that they couldn't even stand up, so they just lay on the ground, lying on the corpses all over the ground, gasping for breath.

The air is full of the smell of blood, but who cares, after all, after all, after all, it may be the freshness of freedom.

Kazuki lay on the city wall, and Zhang was clever, and stood up again.

The second wave of the Mongol offensive has arrived.

In the battle just now, the image of Zhang Yan and the other three people was as tall as a towering giant tree in the minds of the soldiers of Datong Mansion.

Wenna shouted, "Get back to where you are!"

It's a pity that there is no true dragon blood, otherwise it would have been just a short hour's rest, and Zhang Yan would definitely have recovered to the peak by now.

I looked at it with internal vision, and my strength was only about half recovered. But he remained undaunted and returned to his former position.

Standing solemnly, Zhang Yan stared at the Mengren slowly approaching.

"General Zhang is so powerful!"

The young man on the left hand side made no secret of the reverence in his tone.

Zhang Yan smiled indifferently, but found that this teenager was no longer the original teenager.

The two teenagers are also seventeen or eighteen years old, and for a while, the new face and the old appearance are intertwined, Zhang Zhan is a little stupid and can't tell the difference, who is talking to him?

Didn't you say "get back to the original position"?

Zhang Yan looked around, and found that the middle-aged man on his right hand had also changed to a new face.

Looking at the entangled corpses under the city wall, Zhang was silent for a long time.

Before these people were born, you killed me, I killed you, but after death, you connected to me, I connected to you, and fused flesh and blood, I don't know if this is an irony.

Looking at the young man's reverent eyes, Zhang Yan wanted to say a word to him, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't even spit out a word.

The next moment, Zhang Yan felt that he was a little "delusional". Perhaps the boy from before was just injured and could not continue to fight, so he recuperated.

Isn't there a girl named Xiaolan, still waiting for him to marry her after he has made a contribution?

Well, that Xiaolan must be a cute and beautiful girl!, Zhang Yan thought to himself.

The non-stop killing of the siege and defense of the city can last to the end, not by physical strength, but by the maintenance of will.

From the scorching sun to the sunset on the West Mountain, after constantly repelling wave after wave of attacks of the Mongols, except for Nie Ban, who was still standing straight on the city wall, staring at the Mongols' every move, the rest of the people were lying on the city wall, enjoying the free breath that they had never cherished at the moment, but which was comparable to a treasure.

Coincidentally, Zhang Zan's staggered lie with Han Zhirou, so that Zhang Remnant could see Han Zhirou as soon as he turned his head, and Han Zhirou was the same.

"You smell so good. Zhang said tiredly.

"You stink. Han Zhirou replied.

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, and was about to speak, but Nie Ban came over: "Let's rush out at night!"

Even if he didn't stand, after Zhang Yan heard it, he felt his legs numb.

Wen Na was not far away, and after listening to Nie Ban's proposal, he was almost so tired that he crawled over: "Nie Shaoxia also saw it, how can we have the strength to rush out again?"

Nie Ban said proudly: "Our army is tired, and so is the Mongolian army! If we can use all our breath and succeed in the surprise attack, we will be able to completely defeat the morale of the Mongolian army and lift the siege of the besieged city." ”

Wen Na smiled bitterly, shook his head again, and said, "What if the Mongols are on guard? A surprise attack may be able to turn the warplane, but the cost of defeat is too great! We are fighting steadily, and the Mongols will not be able to fight with us!"

After today's battle, the Mongolian army suffered nearly 1,000 casualties, and its own side also lost more than 400 people.

You must know that the casualty ratio of the besiegers to the defenders can almost be regarded as ten to one, which can also be seen how powerful the Mongolian army is.

"Have you ever fought?" Nie Ban asked.

Wen Na still smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Although I haven't been beaten, I know human nature. Nie Shaoxia, please see, the faces of the soldiers are only tired, if they take the initiative to attack in the middle of the night, it is difficult to guarantee that they have no complaints. And with dissatisfaction, and bite into the enemy to make a surprise attack, it is likely to cause irreparable losses. ”

Nie Ban laughed and said coldly: "The soldier's life lies in the boss. If Brother Wen is properly encouraged, why worry about the panic of the soldiers? Brother Wen only relies on this cold city wall as a barrier, and he has no confidence to fight a decisive battle with the Mongolian people, and his subordinates will naturally take Brother Wen as an example!"

Wen Na shook his head, not a denial, just a purely unconscious action, and then said abruptly: "There are many of them, and they were all brought out by my own hands. It's just that half a day has passed, and I can't see many familiar faces anymore. ”

After sighing, Wen Na whispered, "I don't want to let them die without certainty. ”

Nie Ban smiled and said, "Since Brother Wen has this warmth, why don't you go home and hug your daughter-in-law and the child?"

"He doesn't, at most he can only hug someone else!" Zhang Remnant answered, and after Nie Ban glared at him, Zhang Remnant smiled and hurriedly made a gesture to indicate that he would remain silent.

"All I know is that I'm responsible for hundreds of lives. Every decision needs to be carefully considered. Brother Nie thought, I really don't want to be in danger? I just don't dare. ”

After saying that, Wenna closed his eyes in some pain.

When Zhang Yan saw it, he also persuaded: "The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it." In any case, Brother Nie shouldn't question the commander's decision. If Marshal Xiao is here, he will have to drag you down and cut off your stinky head. ”

Nie Ban snorted and asked rhetorically, "If Marshal Xiao is here, do you still need me Nie Ban to give advice?"

Seeing that there were already many soldiers defending the city, he focused his eyes and attention, in order to prevent it from affecting the morale of the army, Zhang Yan snorted, stood up and grabbed Nie Ban: "Let's go, let's drink!"

"I'll go too!" the wolf tilted his head too.

"Let's go, let's go, I'll be Dong today!" Zhang Yan patted his chest.

Jing Wolf looked at Zhang's tattered clothes and scratched his head: "Where did Brother Zhang hide the silver?"

Only then did Zhang Zhan notice that he was almost unclothed and embarrassed, but his face was still there: "I cook the overlord meal!"

Just like Wangmei quenching her thirst, the aroma of fine wine seemed to have come to her nose, but before the three of them walked down the tower, Nie Jian suddenly stopped: "Mengren is here again!"

Subsequently, Zhang Zhan also heard the low footsteps of the Mongolian march.

Rows of torches reflected the night sky like water, and tonight should have been a quiet and beautiful night. Looking at the vast starry sky, the starlight is so bright that it makes you want to get lost in it, away from this world full of ugliness and danger.

Kindness and fraternity are used to nourish the land burned by war, not to fight-for-tat!"

Nie Ban stroked Tang Dao lightly and said lightly.

Wen Na was not hypocritical, and said without pretentiousness: "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Defending passively is very different from the morale that comes with being proactive.

If Wen Na had adopted Nie Ban's suggestion just now and had regrouped his troops with the mentality of taking the initiative to fight, even if he happened to encounter the attacking Mongolian army, his morale would definitely be much stronger than now.

And now, the enemy wants to come, and if he wants to retreat, he retreats, although he is under the high wall, but there is still a helplessness of being led by the nose and beaten.

Nie Ban looked at Wen Na and said word by word: "After this battle, no matter how heavy our losses are, give me a team of soldiers and horses, and let me give the Mongolian people a head-on blow!"

Wen Na stood up straight and said seriously, "Just as Nie Shaoxia said!"

Suddenly, Nie Ban seemed to have become the backbone of Wen Na, and it also seemed to have become the key to the survival of Datong Mansion.

Returning to his original position again, Zhang Yan was pleasantly surprised to find that the young man on the left hand side was still the same young man in the afternoon, and he was not dead!

But on the right-hand side, there is a new face.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and patted the young man's head: "Young man, come to see me alive!"

"Hmm!" the boy nodded vigorously, his face still resolute, though he was tired.

The Mongolian people were still moving forward steadily, not fast, but Zhang Zhan felt as if he had no time to react, but they had already come to the city again.

In an instant, the rain of arrows that came and went once again kicked off the prelude to the merciless slaughter.

At the moment, there is only starlight and torch lighting, and dodging such a fierce rain of arrows can only rely on extraordinary agility and vigilance that can only be tempered by long-term experience of the battlefield.

However, after almost a whole day of fighting, whether it is friend or foe, the physical strength has been exhausted, and the so-called alertness and vigilance are not as good as before. Therefore, after this rain of arrows, there were screams one after another, and many soldiers on the city wall were even hit by arrows and fell under the city wall.

The ladders were hung on the city wall one after another.

"Kerose!"

"Rolling Stones!"

With Wen Na's order, and the screams of the Mengren, the mountain of corpses under the city wall was several feet higher in an instant.

"Hahahaha!"

The one who didn't come to the stage let out a long laugh and was the first to rush to the city wall.

In the afternoon, although Na Bu came to Taiwan was forced to retreat by Gu Soyi, and now that Na Bu came to Taiwan again, Gu Soi could only stay outside the battlefield to recuperate.

You must know that Gu Suo is the head of the Kunlun faction, and he is just the commander of a team of Mongolian troops who does not come to Taiwan, thinking about it will only make Zhang Zhan feel the horror of Mongolian strength even more.

Although he wanted to think about it, Zhang Yan was not idle, nor was he afraid.

Just like fighting against the Toei swordsman, the same is true on the battlefield - whoever is afraid of death first, the god of death often favors him extraordinarily.

Zhang Yan stabbed the throat of the non-coming stage with a touch of sword light: "Hello brother!"

Well, the name of the non-Taiwan is too long, and Zhang Zhan has no choice but to be called "that brother".

Na Bu Tai's strong palm power slashed on Zhang Yan's sword blade, and after the two of them trembled slightly at the same time, Na Bu Tai smiled heartily: "Hello Brother Zhang!"

From the short contact just now, Zhang Zan's injury has not healed, but Zhang Zan's own state is not at the peak of his state, so he can't say who took advantage of it.

After greeting him, he wants to continue to fight.

The big hand that didn't come to the platform fan-like clenched into an iron fist, rolled up a mighty momentum, and smashed into Zhang Yan's chest like a heavy hammer.

Zhang Chuan actually knew that in terms of internal strength alone, he should be worse than that.

At the moment, the side sword stands horizontally, and the five fingers draw a graceful trajectory, bringing up layers of qi waves with the fingering of the flowers, and suddenly, the point is in the middle of the iron fist that does not come to the stage.

With a "bang", the bodies of the two shook violently, and their faces were pale at the same time, and they each stepped back.

The fingering of the flower is to win the face with points, and it is the power of the whole body that is driven, although the internal strength of Zhang Residual is slightly inferior, but it is not how to suffer.

Nabu came to the stage and shouted: "Good kung fu!"

After saying that, one turned over, but like a cannonball, it shot towards Zhang Xuan.

Seeing that he was menacing, and his palms kept dancing, he was dazzled for a while, and he couldn't judge the landing point of the palm that didn't come to the stage, and naturally he didn't know what move to fight back.

Of course, it's okay to hit it hard, but for Zhang Can, who is a little less skilled, this is definitely not a wise choice.

Zhang Yan held his breath and concentrated, his eyes closed, and instantly entered the world of pure spiritual perception.

At this moment, the cries of killing, screams, and the collision of weapons and true qi all suddenly fell silent.

Although he couldn't see it, Zhang Yan could sense the trajectory of the real air rotation more clearly.

A smile hung on Zhang Yan's mouth.

The next moment, as if it had come to life, the long sword let out an extremely pleasant cheerful cry and stabbed into the hollow area in front of him.

And Na Bulaitai was shocked to find that if his palm technique remained the same, the next moment it would be like a rock sugar gourd, but he would send his palms to the tip of Zhang Yan's sword and stab him in pair!