One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 158
Guo Xin took Song Yun to the top of the city in a hurry. At this time, Marshal Zong Shenyuan and other generals were already in place.

Everyone looked out of the city together, their faces very solemn.

In the distance, countless banners were set up like a forest, and the banners were densely packed with armored soldiers, one row after another, and finally formed a continuous piece, which could not see the edge, and surrounded the city in all directions.

"Lord Song is right. The Three Kingdoms of Northwest China and Beiyuan have put all their fortunes under control this time." Xie He sighed, "There are roughly 40 troops outside the city. The main forces of these countries are all out, and they want to join forces to encircle us!"

Niu Biao snorted coldly: "We still have 9 people, it's not difficult to defend the city, and support will come in a few days, this time I'm going to severely dampen the spirit of those Jing people!"

In the previous siege battle, he was almost seriously injured by Jingguo Grandmaster Bai Xiang, and now he is full of anger and fighting spirit is high in his heart.

Zong Chenyuan shook his head slightly, "It's not difficult for troops to defend the city for a few days, but the difficulty is the battle of the lords."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Song Yun, "Master Song, you should have sensed it, right?"

Song Yun crossed his arms, looked at the huge army formation outside the city, and said calmly: "Well, at least eight venerables have come."

"Eight!" The faces of the generals in the North Court changed drastically.

The enemy venerable has an absolute numerical advantage, and the situation is completely different.

No matter how well the [-] Beiting army can defend, the enemy only needs to send out a venerable to take the lead in attacking the city, and they can easily attack.

Unless the two venerables of their own family can entangle the eight people to death.

Two against eight, the difficulty can be imagined.

Now all the generals lost confidence, let alone defending for a few days, maybe the city fell at noon today.

Song Yun was very calm, and comforted the generals: "It's okay, I expected this to happen before, and we naturally have countermeasures."

Zong Chenyuan nodded, waving the command flag, "Let's all go to their respective positions. There is a high probability that the enemy army will attack the city from all sides. No part of the city wall can be lost. If you find the enemy's venerable, please warn in time!"

"Yes!" The generals took orders and left in a hurry.

On the city wall, tens of thousands of soldiers were busy.

The outer female wall is undulating, and archers stand behind each crenel, ready to draw their bows and arrows at any time.

A series of low walls were built as a cover, and the infantry soldiers hid behind the walls and prepared to line up. Guo Xin's infantry battalion was among them.

Hundreds of ballistas were repaired and pushed to the top of the city, and the crossbowmen began to adjust the shooting direction and range.

Because the soil in Anxi area is relatively soft, the surface is mainly sandy soil, and a small amount of stones have been made into stones, so there are no catapults, and bows and crossbows are the most important weapon for defending the city.

There are not many rolling stones and rolling logs, and they have all been moved to the top of the city, leaning against the root of the parapet wall, as long as the enemy climbs the wall, throwing the rolling logs and rolling stones down can kill at least one group of people.

All kinds of means are quite complete, and the Beiting soldiers are well-trained. Under normal circumstances, it is not difficult to defend the city.

However, the generals couldn't let go of their hearts. These defensive measures, in the face of His Holiness's attack, were as vulnerable as paper.

From time to time, they looked at the section of the city wall at the north gate, where an old man and a young man were standing.

Zong Shenyuan and Song Yun.

These two venerables are the key to victory in the city defense battle.

The soldiers also realized that this time the formation was unusual, and they were all busy, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little depressed.

Li Mu hid behind the low wall and wiped the blade. He didn't know when the fight would start, so he couldn't help but look up.

But he was surprised to find that the deputy lieutenant named "Song Qing" stood shoulder to shoulder with Marshal Zong!
"It's strange, Mr. Song is so strong, he can act with Zong Shuai, and his status must not be low. Why did he come to the Budao Camp and become a low-ranking deputy lieutenant?"

Li Mu was puzzled, "Forget it, I'll ask him after the battle."

The battle has not yet begun, and the overwhelming formation of the enemy army appears from afar, and is slowly approaching at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of people marched together, arousing dust all over the sky, flying with the wind, blurring the flags and almost forming a sandstorm around Anxi.

The ground trembled endlessly, and it seemed that even the city walls shook slightly.

Many Beiting soldiers were a little nervous and swallowed their saliva, but none of them lost their composure and held the weapons in their hands firmly.

Only when the enemy is attacking the city at close range, launching a counterattack can kill.

Now even the ballista is standing still, and everyone is quietly waiting for the opportunity.

The 40 troops advanced, getting closer and closer to Anxi.

Fifteen miles, ten miles, five miles...

One after another, enemy troops stopped, camped in place, and began to assemble siege equipment such as catapults, archery towers, and rush cars.

The rest of the people continued to advance until they were within three miles of the city wall.

Inside and outside the city, a full 50 people stood silently.

Under the eyes of everyone, eight figures soared into the air in front of the enemy formation, rising to the same height as the city wall.

The eight great venerables, each holding a divine weapon, stared coldly at Song Yun and Zong Chenyuan standing at the top of the city.

"Today, you two died here!"

Zong Chenyuan didn't reply, but turned around and asked, "Where are you going to fight?"

Song Yun held the sword hilt at his waist, "Empty this section of the city wall and start here."

Zong Chenyuan nodded and fought on the city wall. As the Great Marshal of the Tang Dynasty, he can enjoy the blessing of luck and improve his combat power. Naturally, he will not object.

But Song Yun didn't have the power of luck, Zong Chenyuan thought he would choose to roam and fight, but he didn't expect him to stand on the top of the wall and be tough.

"If the eight people on the opposite side come together, I may not be able to take care of you, you must be careful." The veteran was a little worried, but he still warned.

Song Yun smiled slightly, "Eight people are not a threat, I have dealt with more."

"Have you dealt with more?" Zong Chenyuan was slightly taken aback, thinking that the young man was exaggerating, but he didn't take it seriously.

In mid-air outside the city, the eight venerables from the Northwest Three Kingdoms and Beiyuan waited for a while, and saw that a section of the city wall had been emptied, leaving only Zong Shenyuan and Song Yun.

They understood instantly, and sneered:

"You two are stubborn, and you refuse to take a step back? It's okay, just stand where you are and be slaughtered, so that we don't have to chase everywhere."

The eight people looked at each other without wasting time, and immediately flew to the top of the city.

In this battle, the four countries joined forces in secret, and suddenly gathered a large army, fighting against the time difference.

Before King Tang Jing and the other lords of the Tang Kingdom could react, they first gathered superior forces, killed Zong Chenyuan, and annihilated the Beiting Army.

Although Song Yun's appearance prevented yesterday's ambush from accomplishing its goal.

But if we fight for another day, the countries believe that there is still time. King Tang Jing and others are entangled with a group of Gu masters in Cai country, and it is definitely too late to come back to help.

Today, Shen Yuan, the must-kill sect, also killed the mysterious martial saint who had a hand in it.

"Death!"

The eight people shouted loudly in unison, the sound was like thunder, the air buzzed and reverberated, and the eardrums of hundreds of thousands of soldiers sting.

(End of this chapter)