When the crowd of people poured up, Yang Zhi's face was slightly gloomy, and in the past half a month, he had contact and understanding of the Mingjiao army, and in his field of vision, there were at least three battalions of troops rushing over, about 24,000 people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And on the east gate of his side, there are only more than 10,000 people.

The surging shouts of killing sounded completely in the twilight, the archers of the two sides shot back and forth, the rolling wood and stones continued to smash down the city, a wooden ladder was protected, pushed to the battlements, fifty steps away, the mouth of the Mingjiao began to climb up with the blade in the mouth, the people stood up, and from time to time there were arrows planted down, and they were quickly made up by the people behind.

In the waves of people rushing over, after dodging the first rain of arrows, someone took out the flying tiger claws and swirled them in their hands. At the moment when the ladder and the wooden frame were close together, the tiger claw dragged the long hemp rope and was thrown up the city wall densely, and the hook hooked the wall battlement, and the Mingjiao soldiers who did not have time to climb the ladder and the wooden frame were dragging the rope to climb the wall step by step.

Some of them are reckless, and they are familiar with this kind of thing.

"Ahhh

The instructor with a red scarf on his head clutched the arrow on his chest, screamed hysterically, and fell. The wooden frame was still frantically pushing, leaving corpses all the way in front of the wooden wheel. In the end, the wooden frame hit the wall battlement, and then it was swarmed up, the people of the Ming Sect shouted, and the county soldiers on the city wall surrounded it, and the first round of confrontation between the two sides was to rush out of a wave of blood, and the sword light and human figures were constantly intertwined and impacted, and they were killed into a ball.

The mile-long city wall, ladders and ropes were hung up under the advance of the enemy under the city, and the crazy fight like an ant colony stretched out on the city wall, and there was no place where it was not a confrontation, the opponent's attack was like a tide, and the soldiers defending the city were also like a sea reef, fighting for control of the city wall, fighting for an inch.

Yang Zhi was covered in blood and ran back and forth on the city wall, a knife in the pile of people rushed up by Mingjiao, and more and more corpses were accumulating under his feet, at this time he kicked over a ladder that had just come over, and threw down the people who climbed on it, smashing blood from his mouth, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Push them over - crush them back under the walls. ”

Waving the treasure knife in his hand, he chopped to death a person who seemed to be a leader or something, Yang Zhi roared hard, but his voice was inconspicuous on the city wall at the moment. "Push them to the wall - with fire oil!"

The white-knuckle battle on the city wall is inseparable, Yang Zhi keeps running to relieve the siege, while looking for the generals of the besieging side everywhere, if he kills the other party, the rest is easy to do.

The next moment, in his field of vision, he finally found the other party on the side that was more than 100 steps away, and then, he raised his knife and rushed up, and Zhang Daoyuan, who made a wide blade and a heavy knife, roared angrily, and split the person next to him with a knife, the armor trembled, and the blade slashed obliquely, and then with a bang, he smashed Yang Zhi's knife away, and he was also kicked in the abdomen by the other party and kicked out.

"Yang Zhi?"

"It's the Sprinkler family—"

The two of them suddenly screamed and collided together. Yang Zhi slashed away the opponent's heavy knife, and his body shook slightly, but then his free left arm flicked, and his fist slammed into the opponent's cheek, and the helmet flew out at that time, and the left side of the person's face was red and swollen. A kick kicked through it, hit Zhang Daoyuan's chest, and directly smashed his volley upside down into the pile, pressing it into a piece.

He rubbed his chest and got up, and when he looked down, the heart goggles on his chest were sunken.

At this time, he saw two more people rushing over, grinned, pointed at the tip of the knife, and shouted: "Wu Zhi, Lian Ming! Come here and kill him together." ”

"Who-"

"'Blue-faced Beast' Yang Zhi!"

During the attack, a hoarse cry, a figure on the right was fighting, he stabbed a spear into the chest of a captain, his long bearded and dark face turned around, stained with blood and smiling, and then pulled the spearhead out of the body of the captain of the martial arts dynasty on the ground, and ran over in a blink of an eye.

The same swarthy face, holding a large shield, and holding a goose feather knife are also approaching. People rushed over, and the first three directions on the left and right surrounded Yang Zhi.

But in a moment, Yang Zhi held the knife with both hands, "-Kill!" The soles of his feet twisted, rushed forward frantically, and killed Zhang Daoyuan alone, the knife waved in mid-air, knocked on the opponent's heavy knife, jumped up under his feet and stepped on the wall battlement a few steps, his body twisted over, and the knife was cut in an instant.

The man made a tear in his back and blood, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground. Yang Zhi drew his knife and was about to make up for another blow, but his body was slammed into someone, and a big shield knocked him into the wall of the city tower, and his helmet was also thrown off, and his hair was messed up, which was the appearance of a cloak.

"Lao Zhang, hold on, I'll go over and kill him. "Lian Ming, who has a long beard and a black face, ran over, and the spearhead was to stab forward.

On the other side, Wu Zhi, who was holding a shield and wielding a knife, also squeezed over. Yang Zhi immediately ran away along the wall, the spear poked into the wall, and then turned his head again, and the Yanling knife looked past his ear, and the sharp blade slashed at his shoulder armor and fell in.

"Whoaaaaaaaaa

Severe pain and blood flowed out of the gap between the knife at the same time, Yang Zhi held down the blade that fell into his shoulder with one hand, stared at Wu Zhi's eyes, suddenly exerted force, and drank violently in his mouth, like a tiger roaring, the arm holding the knife flipped violently and slashed at the other party, the other party couldn't break free with one hand, and hurriedly covered his head with a huge shield.

The knife deflected and slashed down.

Then, Wu Zhi was in severe pain with the knife's arm, but as soon as it was light, the entire severed arm was sprayed with blood, which was shocking. His eyes widened, and he kept backing away, waving his half-amputated arm in pain and in pain, "My hand...... My hand ..... hurt me..."

From Yang Zhi being cut off in the shoulder, to the Ming Sect general being cut off in the arm, it was just a short moment. Then, picking off the severed hand and knife on his shoulder, Yang Zhi kicked off the city wall according to the heart-rending screaming person, the sound became smaller and quieter, and after he knew that after landing with a bang, he stopped.

At the same time, on the other side, Lian Ming, who had a long beard and a black face, also came over at this time, and the spear passed through, nailing directly to the moment when Yang Zhi raised his foot and kicked the person with the broken arm, the head of the spear was knocked by the knife in Yang Zhi's hand, deflected the direction, and scratched the breastplate on the left side, cutting a blood groove.

At the moment, he was injured and staggered backwards on his feet, moving slowly, and when the spear came again, it pierced directly into his thigh, and with a poof, pierced through.

The blood kept gushing out.

Yang Zhi roared sadly, and while cutting off the handle of the spear with a knife, he also had a pain in his hand, and was kicked on the wrist by the other party, and the ancestral treasure knife suddenly fell to the ground.

In the next second, the man with a long beard and a black face swung the spear handle in his hand and smashed it towards Yang Zhi's head. In an instant, Yang Zhi raised his right arm to block it, grabbed a grip, pinched the end of the spear handle, and struggled to turn his body behind Lian Ming, which happened to put the spear handle across the opponent's neck.

Yang Zhi endured the sharp pain from the wound on his left shoulder, and held the two sections of the spear handle in both hands at the same time, gritting his teeth and strangling the other party, the Mingjiao general named Lian Ming blushed, and kept hitting back with his elbow,—— and the sound of the impact was weaker than the other.

In the end, I finally stopped struggling.

Yang Zhi sat down against the city wall, his mouth was relieved, he looked at Zhang Daoyuan, who was still not dead, smiled hideously, and shouted with all his might: "Come on——"

The other party was also seriously injured, and he was staggering when he walked, and he didn't dare to pass for a while, so he asked someone to support him and retreat towards the city in panic. The original stalemate of the battle gradually came to an end, and the three generals of the Ming Sect were killed and wounded, and fled in panic, and the remaining soldiers who were besieging the city naturally lost their morale.

They began to retreat.

On the castle tower, there was silence, and the voices of the undead could be faintly heard.

........

After Yang Zhi, who had lost too much blood, was bandaged, he lay on the ground weakly and weakly, unable to move, at this time the night gradually fell, and after two hours of fighting, there were heavy casualties on the side of the East City Gate.

However, outside the city, an army stood up with banners and headed towards the south gate, Yang Zhi got up and fell on the head of the city, and by the last ray of light in the sky, he saw the banner of Mingjiao, a holy word, and a square word.

Immediately, night fell completely.

"The 'Holy Father' Fang La is here, and now....I really can't hold it. Yang Zhi smiled bitterly and sat on the ground.

Then, after a short time, he took out a note from his bosom, which had been given to him by the Admiral when he was leaving, and if he could not keep it, he would act according to the plan above.

He looked at the handwriting on it, and his eyes lit up.

PS: In the second chapter, Yang Zhi's solo performance will end in the next chapter. It's time for the protagonist to appear. (To be continued.) )