The arrow fell over the top of the person's head into the city, a golden general waved his sword frantically, blood filled his eyes, and a ladder leaned under the battlement, a soldier of the Wu Dynasty fell, he gasped, half of his face was cut with a deep scar that could be seen in the bone, his vision was blurred by blood, and the wall that stretched out had fallen into a stalemate battle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hami Thorn—"

He shouted in the Jurchen language at the head of the city, searched for it in the crowd, and then waved his hand, and slashed at the heads of the Wu Dynasty soldiers who rushed over, the iron helmet cracked, and the knife edge was rolled up. The other man screamed, ignoring the blood on his head, and let out a roar of "Ah!" and a feathered arrow flew past the golden general's side and nailed it to the opponent's face.

The golden man with the bow behind his back nodded at him: "I'm here..."

"It's good if you don't die, follow me to kill the enemy and drive the southerners down. "The golden general's name is Hatu, and the golden man who shoots the arrow is a brother.

Hami raised the hunting bow in his hand, cracked his mouth and laughed, turned around and stepped on a corpse and jumped on the battlements, pulling the string and shooting down, and the dense Wu Dynasty soldiers below were surging up.

Airplanes...... The bowstring sounded softly, and someone screamed and carried it down the ladder.

Hami stabbed back, jumped onto another battlement, and muttered softly, "The fifth..."

Then, draw the bow, shoot the arrow, and do it in one go.

"Six..."

"Seven..."

"Eight..."

.....

The quiver was empty, and he jumped off the wall and turned back, and in the midst of the mixed crowd, a burly figure raised a large axe, and swung it down. Hami yelled, "Be careful—" and ran in that direction, pulling out the blade from her waist and swinging it.

The huge axe landed on a figure, and when the flesh splattered, the body was almost split in half and fell to the city wall, and Hami's eyes were almost dripping blood, and he jumped up and swung his knife down.

In the sight that fell, the burly figure like an iron tower rushed out of the pile of people fighting, the giant axe deflected, and swung horizontally, in the field of vision, blood splashed into the sky, and a few drops were stained in the eyes.

With a bang, his body fell to the ground, he fell to the ground with viscous plasma, reached out to hook off the lower half of his body not far from him, his fingers squirmed on the ground and grabbed it, dragging the intestines exposed under his waist to crawl on the ground, pulling out a long scarlet line.

The thick legs walked over, the broad soles of the feet stepped on the crawling hand, and the rough face was covered with flesh and blood, like a bloodthirsty demon god, standing there looking at the golden man in confusion, the axe was raised and fell.

There is one more credit to the bear's waist.

......

Compared with the fierce fighting on the southern wall, the western wall is particularly silent, except that from time to time there will be arrows shooting at the head of the city, nailing to the battlements, or bouncing down. A large number of Jin soldiers were hastily organizing defense, and because of the surprise attack, most of the defensive equipment was still too late to move out in the warehouse, and a large shield was temporarily erected to make up for it in the gap between the wall stacks.

Every golden man was racing against time to run and shout at the head of the city, and then someone stopped, looking over from the side of the city wall, it was a group of golden people, nobles, officials, and even the elderly, women and children like domestic animals, black and oppressive, being tied up, beaten and scolded and driven towards the city wall.

The mournful weeping converged into one piece, making people's scalp tingle.

The guard general Yelu watched this scene silently, and when he heard that those were Jurchen lords, he raised his hand: "Archers come forward-" He coldly ordered out.

The adjutant general shouted: "General, no, kill them, what should we Liao people do? If we die one, we will die ten." ”

"Do you want to lose the city?" he said, his voice deepening.

Under the city, behind the thousands of Jurchens who were driven away, the sound of horses' hooves was approaching, rows of horses' hooves were neatly turning and stepping on the earth, advancing slowly and orderly, the spears were lowered, and the slightly slow figure was pierced into the back by sharp iron weapons, and the corpses were trampled by the horses' hooves behind.

Soon after.

The desolate sound of the bull's horns swirled in the sky.

The ropes that bound together were seen to fall, and countless frightened figures rushed towards the city wall wailing and crying, and behind them, there were lightly armed Wu Dynasty soldiers, carrying cloud ladders and mixing in the crowd, and then, the dense black lines on the city wall rose in the sky......

Whoosh whoosh .......

The pouring rain of feathered arrows covered them and landed in the heap of people, nailing them to their heads, necks, and shoulders..... and large expanses of blood bloomed on the corpses, and the dead, not yet dead, made a way to death along the distance of twenty or thirty feet.

"Second team, get ready! Archers suppress the city wall—" Liang Yuan rode his horse back and forth frantically and calmly observing the city wall, and then gave the order.

A team of 2,000 people split out of the army formation began to take steps with shields, and Liang Yuan stood on his horse and looked at the backs of those who rushed out frantically, looking strategic.

On the city wall, when the flying arrows intersected with the countless surging shouts below, many dead bodies on the ground turned over, and then the fierce figure pushed away the corpse and drilled out from below, and re-carried the cloud ladder on the ground to run under the rain of arrows flying past, sprinting frantically.

Then... One after another the surviving ladders were set up, and Liang Yuanchui's soldiers began to climb with steel knives in their mouths, and behind them, more comrades rushed over, some supported the ladders, and some followed behind.

"We're ashamed today—"

The first soldier of the Wu Dynasty to climb the city wall shouted, waving his knife and jumping into the array of guns, several spear heads pierced through his body, and the soldier slashed the knife a few times in the forest of guns with a bloody roar of "Wow!", and struggled with his legs to prevent himself from retreating or falling.

When his comrades came up, he swallowed his breath.

"Not afraid of death... I am not afraid of death....I am not afraid of death..."The second soldier who came up trembled and swung his sword away from the probing gun, and his body staggered, and then more spears stabbed, and he rolled on the ground, holding the corpse of his comrade on the ground, and did the same thing.

Crashed into the surrounding guns and knife formations.

Then more Wu Dynasty soldiers rushed forward desperately, and about an hour later, the west gate was broken.

As the sun sets in the sky, the flames are gradually extinguished, the black smoke rises in the wind, and charred bodies can be seen in the burned houses, and there are crying and bereaved people on the roadside.

After the siege was over, it was a more tragic street battle, after the city wall fell, most of the Jin soldiers who originally belonged to Liao surrendered, but the thousand Jurchen soldiers set fire to the houses in the city, pulling the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty into a short-handed street battle, and it would take a little time to clean up the other party.

The jujube red horse walked on the blood-covered street, the horse's head lowered and sniffed the corpse of a war horse, his mouth and nose spewed out a mournful roar, and not far away, the corpse of a Wu Dynasty knight fell on the side of the street.

With a bang, the door panels of the shops finally couldn't withstand the pull of the cracks and fell down. Inside the gap, a Jurchen soldier stumbled out of it, he held on to the door of the shop and looked fiercely at the figure on the back of the red horse, roared savagely, and ran with a knife to kill him.

The long beard of the heavy jujube stroked, the arm under the green robe waved, and the heavy blade buzzed, slashing the crazy Jurchen soldiers with knives.

A moment later, Liang Yuanzhui appeared behind Guan Sheng on a black war horse, the two looked at each other, and there were many places around, and there were still many places where the sound of fighting sounded, and occasionally there were fleeing figures coming from a distance, seeing that there were people riding horses here, wanting to take the horse.

Then he stuck a heavy gun through his mouth and nailed it to the ground.

"General Guan, it doesn't matter if you want to join me, Yuan Chui will accept it. Liang Yuanzhui stretched out his hand to pull the iron spear out of the corpse, arched his hand, and turned the horse away.

Guan Sheng looked at the back of the person who left and became a little distressed, but in the end, he still passed on the matter and fell into Bai Ning's hands.

PS: I'm on a shift today, I'm too tired