Yu Jun

Wu Jin stood up, and just as he was about to hand over his hand, Cheng Taishan rushed into the house, panting and stood in front of Wu Jin: "Go to the tower!"

He reached out to untie his armor, and let the sharp iron slice through his hand. He quickly lowered his head to pull it out, and then raised his hand to touch the rope buckle on his shoulder: "Tang Baichuan used the people of Jeju to attack the city. General Mo said that he could not open it before the time came-"

There was a "bang" in Wu Jin's mind. For a moment, he almost thought that he heard wrongly and grabbed his wrist suddenly: "Use the common people to attack the city?"

"Yes"

The little blood on Wu Jin's face faded away with a "shua", and she walked away. She walked out of the room, went straight to the stable, and led the horse out of the house. However, as soon as she left the house, she found that she had lost her head—— The streets were filled with soldiers arrayed in order, and he could not ride through them.

Cheng Taishan could hardly keep up with him. He only caught up when he stopped and went to take the bag from his own head to put it on Wu Jin's head: "This beast named Tang has never seen anything like this since the beginning of the dynasty. "

His voice sounded like a bell, but Wu Jin didn't hear it clearly. He could only hear his own violent heartbeat, and his body was trembling. He threw away the reins and ran forward decisively.

He passed by the crowd of soldiers, his long sleeves brushed the scabbard, rolled up the spear, and patted the soldiers' armor. The soldiers looked at his gaffe in surprise. The usual calm, easy-going and gentle look on his face was completely swept away. , only the rush remains.

He ran wildly to the bottom of the tower, stepped into the bloody water with one foot, and ran up the tower against the rain washing down. When he stepped on the last step with one foot, a severed arm was thrown in front of him.

He paused for only a moment, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head, making his vision darken, his legs trembling, and he held on to the edge of the wall with one hand, barely holding on to his body.

The fighting on the city tower was fierce. The corpses of Mo Jiajun and Yongzhen Army were stacked on top of each other. They could only be distinguished by the different armors on their bodies. Arrows were flying randomly, crisscrossing up and down, and gunpowder exploded at any time.

The rain continued continuously and turned red when it hit the ground. He looked up and felt confused - Mo Lingfeng was not in the main building.

At the same time, the cry from below the tower reached his ears.

It was the thin cry of a little baby.

Before he could get anxious, a thunderous noise came from the arrow tower, and the entire barbican city shook, with tiles and stone walls crashing down.

It's thunder!

He crouched down to avoid the ejected iron pieces, took off his wide coat, took off his turban, took off a dagger from a corpse and put it on, then picked up a long knife, picked it up and saw that there was a gash on the blade. It's no longer useful.

He threw his hand away and picked up another one, but it was a short knife. The handle was not edged, and the tip was also curled, so it was not sharp.

He didn't have time to choose, so he held the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, stood up and ran towards the smoke-filled watchtower.

Bodies were scattered all over the urn city, and fire and oil flowed everywhere. A man stumbled towards the main building, fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

It's a kind of Tao.

Zhong Tao opened his eyes like a bloody gourd, propped himself on the ground with a knife, and tried to get up. Twice in a row, his knees fell to the ground halfway, and one hand reached out to grab him and pulled him up.

Wu Jin asked anxiously: "Where is the general?"

Zhong Tao's face was black and gray. He gritted his teeth to support himself and staggered to his feet. He didn't have time to think about why Wu Jin was here and immediately replied: "Arrow Tower!"

Wu Jin's heart almost fell into hell.

Arrow tower?

The archery tower blown up by thunder!

Zhong Tao, holding his knife, limped to mobilize troops to guard the archery tower, while Wu Jin ran towards the archery tower.

There were originally 110 holes on the four floors of the arrow tower. At this time, most of it collapsed, leaving only half of the stone wall near the inner city still standing. The ground was covered with rubble and rubble. Countless corpses were buried in the ash pile, and no trace of any living people was found.

There was a "bang" sound, and a ladder came up and the iron hook was set on the city wall. Soon a large number of enemy troops would climb up from here to attack the city.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the word "Listen to the Wind" - he couldn't shout. He stood on the ruins, sweating all over, trying to find traces of Mo Lingfeng in the ruins, but found nothing.

Nomad Qing, who was inseparable from Mo Lingfeng, was also missing.

The ladder creaked, and enemy troops were climbing up. They would be there in the blink of an eye, but Zhong Tao had not returned from dispatching his troops.

Just when Wu Jin was dying inside and outside, he suddenly saw a bloody hand twenty steps to the west of the arrow tower, clinging to the crenellation of the outer wall. His delicate fingers were holding on to the edge of the wall with all his strength.

It's Mo Lingfeng!

The hand was clinging on desperately, the fingertips were bloody and bloody, as if it didn't know the pain, it was still pushing up.

The one hanging here is indeed Mo Lingfeng.

Whether it was rain or cold sweat on Mo Lingfeng's face, her eyes were blurred, and her hands were wet and slippery. No matter how hard she tried, her fingers kept moving outward little by little.

Next to her was a ladder - the ladder was broken into two parts. The upper ladder frame was not supported by the vehicle base and was tightly attached to the city wall. The Nomad Qing was carrying a handsome flag on his back, hooked one foot on the ladder frame, and faced The wall is hanging upside down, holding the wooden boards on both sides with both hands, trying to change the direction.

The palm of one of his hands was pierced by a stone, making his movements more difficult.

Mo Lingfeng blinked hard and dug at the cracks in the stone wall with the fingers of his other hand. He could no longer hold on.

Wu Jin immediately rushed towards the hand. At the same time, an enemy soldier climbed up the ladder. He did not see Wu Jin who was far away, but first saw Mo Lingfeng hanging on the edge of the wall.

The enemy soldier rushed over and struck with his knife.

Wu Jin arrived like an arrow from the string, raised his leg and kicked him outside the city wall. Just as he was about to reach out to pull Mo Lingfeng, another enemy soldier ran over from the ladder.

Wu Jin didn't wait for him to make a move, and quickly struck the opponent's chest and abdomen with the short knife in his hand.

The blade cut through the embroidered shirt and embedded in the armor. Wu Jin pushed the enemy four or five steps away. Then he grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, raised his foot and kicked hard, knocking the enemy down. He then pulled out the knife and took it out. Dots of blood fell on his hands.

When the third enemy climbed up the ladder, Zhong Tao led the reinforcements. Wu Jin abandoned his knife and leaned forward, lowered his head and looked down. He saw Mo Lingfeng raising his head upwards, and there was blood between his teeth.

Beneath her feet lay a mountain of corpses.

"Leifeng!" He reached out and grabbed Mo Leafeng's wrist.

Mo Lingfeng's armor weighed forty or fifty kilograms. Adding his own weight, Wu Jin put one foot against the wall and pulled her with all his strength. He gritted his teeth and dragged her up to the top of the city little by little, and finally gave her a hard blow. Pulling out, he held Mo Lingfeng's back with one hand, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Wu Jin." Mo Lingfeng lay on Wu Jin, panting unsteadily. The rainwater collected on her chin and dripped onto Wu Jin's neck.

"Don't be afraid," Wu Jin quickly got up, picked up the knife, and stood guard beside her, "I'm here."

Mo Lingfeng looked at the arrow tower that was almost razed to the ground. Then he looked at Wu Jin, and saw that Wu Jin's face was as white as paper. A long gown on his body was soaked and clinging tightly to his body, and his eyes were shining with tears.

She knew why he came.

She is willing to make small concessions for him, and his flesh and blood, her flesh and blood, and Mo Jiajun's flesh and blood will be spilled on the ground, paving a way for Li Shu to survive.

She stretched out her two bloody hands and took out the short knife in his hand. Wu Jin kept tightening the string and couldn't let go for a moment. After a while, she let go and handed the knife to Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng turned to look at Nomad Qing who had been rescued by Zhong Tao: "Open the city gate."

Nomad Qing's voice was hoarse: "Yes."