Yu Jun

The heavy rain gradually subsided in the early morning, and the soldiers on the top of the city took turns to rest, moving the corpses and the wounded down the top of the city, and the defense gradually weakened.

The fire at the top of the wall was also gradually extinguished. The soldiers leaned against the wall in the dark, motionless. Chong Jiaqing stood on the top of the wall like a horse, chewing rice cakes, stopped beating the drum, and took a rest.

Jinlu is still taking turns to attack the city. Now, in the gap between the rotations, he saw that the soldiers in the fortress were exhausted and seemed to relax. He immediately stepped up his attack and set up an arrow array. All the arrows hit the headman's wall, and even the battle flag was broken, but no one helped him up. He made a decisive decision and ordered the infantry to step forward, climb up the ladder quickly, and continue to attack the city.

However, Jinlu who boarded the ladder found that the person leaning against the wall was not a soldier at all, but a scarecrow in armor.

The scarecrows were covered with sharp arrows shot just now, densely packed in a row from east to west.

The real soldiers all hid behind the scarecrows and suddenly appeared to ambush the Jinlu who had ascended the city.

Immediately, the top of the city fell into fighting again, and before Jinlu had time to look at the situation on the top of the city, he started to fight again.

In fact, Jinlu only needs to take a closer look to know that nearly half of the people on the top of the city are missing.

Mo Lingfeng led [-] soldiers and horses and lined up behind the city gate in an orderly manner.

The wind moves the shadows of the moon, and the black iron armor flickers in the night. Mo Lingfeng is riding a white horse, wearing heavy armor, holding a long knife tightly, looking awe-inspiring. South.

Further back, there is the vanguard army, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, standing in front, the infantry holding a spear and a wind-blowing knife in the back, with a little bit of cold light, and then the cavalry, the horses are fat and strong, and the soldiers are majestic, Banners block out the sun.

Mo Lingfeng raised his hand and pressed it down silently, You Muqing immediately waved the banner, the gate of the fortress opened quietly, the suspension bridge was lowered, and the moat was almost filled.

Mo Lingfeng drew his sword out of its sheath, rode out like a thousand horses, and led the army to attack the Jinlu camp, beheading the generals and pulling out the flags.

She gave a long shout: "Kill the thief!"

Soldiers followed behind, shouting overwhelmingly, rushing to Jinlu: "Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

Jinlu was caught off guard, and the iron cavalry was cut off by the Fengfeng knife, and the horse turned on its back.

And Mo Lingfeng raised his hand again and pressed it down. Seeing this, You Muqing jumped up, stood on the horseback, and waved the battle flag.

The soldiers guarding the city gate saw the flag waving, and according to the military order, raised the suspension bridge and closed the city gate.

The sound of the city gate closing shocked Zhong Jiaqing, who was commanding the battle on the top of the city, and couldn't help but look at the lightning-like white horse on the battlefield.

On the white horse, Mo Lingfeng stood tall and straight, charged into the battle, fearless, with the posture of breaking the boat, swift as flying, and killed the Jinlu, no longer the mischievousness when he stole his horse for breeding.

In this battle, you can only win, not lose.

The infantry and the cavalry formed a group of three. The infantry slashed at the Jinlu iron cavalry with their blades.

If one of them unfortunately dies, the other two will quickly remit to other teams, form a team to kill the enemy, and avoid being alone.

In less than half an hour, Jinlu's powerful siege began to slow down, and even stopped for a while, concentrating on besieging and killing the [-] troops led by Mo Lingfeng.

The exhausted soldiers at the head of the city were able to breathe. Yin Bei led his men to build the western wall and fill in the gap. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng had already killed the enemy, he was so anxious that he tore off a roll of hemp rope for pulling stones, and tied it at one end. On the female wall, one end is tied to his waist, and the knot is tightly tied. With one hand holding the knife and the other hand holding the hemp rope, he is about to turn over and go down the wall.

Feng Fan, like a blood gourd, grabbed him and said, "Arrow!"

At the same time, Chang Long stretched out his hand and pulled Yin Bei back. Just as he withdrew a step, Jin Lu was under siege, and the crossbowmen were not at a loss. They still stepped forward, aimed at the top of the city, and released a wave of arrows.

After the rain of arrows, strong soldiers who could climb the ladder of 80 people suddenly rushed up, carrying fireballs of thorns, and threw them into the city first. After the explosion, the strong soldiers climbed to the top of the city to fight. .

The two fought for more than [-] rounds, Zhong Jiaqing lost, and was stabbed through the chest by Jinlu.

Chong Jiaqing grasped the handle of Jinlu's knife, with a "gurgling" sound in his throat, gushing a mouthful of blood, exhausted his last strength, pulled out the long knife in his body, and threw the Jinlu general from the top of the city.

"A kind of general!"

"Wong Weng!"

Chong Tao struggled to escape from the siege, and ran towards Chong Jiaqing, his eyes full of resentment, Feng Fan and Chang Long also swept all the way to Chong Jiaqing's side.

Chong Jiaqing had good luck in his life, but he failed to continue in this battle.

He was dying, and handed the order flag to Feng Fan, and at the same time propped his body up with a knife on the ground, turned to the fortress, and glanced back at his homeland.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, the night was gentle, a round of bright moon, a few scattered stars, fell on the sky, shining brightly.

The running water rushes in the Shuo River, and the horse farm in this season must be full of buckwheat flowers.

He has no ambitions, no great ambitions, and spent most of his life in Gaopingzhai. Even though he was already prepared to die for the country, he still felt reluctant at the last moment.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque.

He closed his eyes helplessly and died on the top of the wall.

Mo Lingfeng felt something in his heart, and looked back, but he could only see the ladder at the top of the Gaoqi city and the Jinlu who kept climbing the city.

Suddenly, heavy shouts sounded from among the golden captives. Thousands of iron stupas with bronze faces on their heads were charging towards the army. The power bow came from both sides, shooting dense long arrows.

Mo Lingfeng immediately ordered Yin Nan and You Muqing to wave the banner and lead the army to divide into two groups. One group consisted mainly of cavalry to kill kidnapped horses and seize longbows. Ferociously killed the Iron Buddha.

There was a lot of killing, and the Mo family army knew that there was no way out. They faced the Jinlu Tiefutu head-on, and the Fengfeng Dao was unstoppable. After that, they worked together to pull him off the horse.

Tiefutu fell heavily to the ground, unable to turn over, and would be captured and killed by the Mo family army immediately.

This bloody battle lasted for two full hours. Inside and outside the walls of the fortress, there was a sea of ​​blood. Under the courage of the Mo family's army to die together, the golden captives retreated steadily. Mingjin retreated and retreated to Sanchuan village.

Mo Lingfeng never knew that corpses could pile up like a mountain.

As the morning light fell, the bloody smell all over the ground rose with the heat, and there was a rare tranquility on the battlefield. The corpses of Mo's army and Jinlu were stacked together, their own weapons were inserted into the opponent's body, and a cluster of sharp arrows Clustered on the ground, horses, and corpses, no one can escape.

She raised her foot and wanted to move forward, but when she looked down, there was no place to stay.

The severed hands, feet, and head, as well as the viscera flowing out of the abdomen, all gave off a stench in the sun.

Yin Nan stood in front of her silently, stretching out a hand to support the young general - she was so insensitive to killing, even if the gate of hell opened at her feet, she would not take a second look.

I'm a little tired, I'll add another chapter today