() The rain is like the tears of a girl crying, endless.

The sky is still hazy and oppressive.

Compared with the red Dongying warriors, the big Han soldiers with black armor on the city wall have completely fallen behind in terms of numbers.

Inside the city gate, the sweaty Japanese warriors were panting from exhaustion.

He cursed angrily in half-baked Chinese: "You dog, you are still so tough after death!"

Yes, he tried to pull Song Zhong out before, but the opponent's fingers had already been dunked into the thick wooden door slot.

Therefore, he chose a more cruel method, he wanted to split the opponent into two parts from the middle...

Although Song Zhong died, his body was harder and more stubborn than the previous wood, like a stone on the bottom of the sea that had been washed by waves for hundreds of millions of years, still sharp and indomitable.

In the end, he had his wrists chopped off.

A body without a head, without a palm, and with several long knives pierced all over its body, finally fell down.

"boom--"

The door opened slowly with a dull sound.

The sound was not loud, but in the bleak rain, it was clearly heard by all the soldiers of the Han Dynasty.

"Ow—"

The roars of the warriors outside the city gate, like devils, penetrated into their ears. Countless long knives were waving outside the city gate, ready to rush into the city at any time, burn, kill and loot.

The Japanese samurai sword with excellent workmanship, under the washing of the rain, glowed coldly, and with a loud shout, it pointed neatly at the sky.

The sword-holding posture of Dongying warriors is very special, or rather pretentious - they hold the sword with both hands, perhaps because of their short stature, swinging the sword with one hand is not very smooth...

However, no matter how short and cunning they are, they are only one step away from breaking the city.

The Han soldiers on the city wall had already started to gather together. Under Song Wei's organization, they abandoned the city wall and began to retreat towards the city gate.

Yes, after all, there are still a small number of people who can go up the city wall. If the city gate is open and there is no one to guard it-Songjiang County can be erased from the map of the Han Dynasty.

"Ugh—" The heavy city gate dragged on the ground, making a disgusting sound.

The city gate opened.

Whether it was the soldiers of the Han Dynasty inside the city or the Dongying warriors showing off their might outside the city, they all froze for a moment.

At this moment, there was only drizzle and breeze, falling slowly.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of Song Wei's gun, and then slid down the tip of his gun to his palm. The palm was red and swollen, and there was a deep scar on it.

This drop of rain moistens the scar.

"Kill!" Song Wei raised the spear in his hand, with determination in his eyes, and rushed forward as soon as he raised the gun.

How could the Dongying warriors outside the city gate be willing to bow down?

Two torrents, one black and one red.

The big Han soldiers in black armor were all injured at the moment, their eyes were red and swollen, their sockets were cracked, and their hands holding weapons were trembling slightly.

The Japanese warrior dressed in red has been preparing outside the city for a long time. At this moment, his momentum is like a rainbow, and he is ready to sweep the tired warrior in front of him out of the world in one fell swoop.

The doorway, which could have been used to drive two carriages side by side, now appears very narrow under the impact of the two torrents.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air came from a distance, and the sound became louder and louder.

Song Wei was taken aback, yes, the trebuchet has not thrown a huge stone for a long time.

"boom--"

A loud bang came from above the city gate, and immediately after, the entire city wall trembled and shook violently.

Large pieces of rubble inside the city gate began to fall, and cracks opened from the city wall.

How much impact force is this?

The two torrents receded suddenly - neither of them wanted to kill the enemy before they were crushed into meat paste by the city wall that was about to collapse.

"Boom—"

Sure enough, the city wall collapsed, and the originally wide-open doorway was instantly submerged in the dust.

Even the drizzle could not cover up the huge shock wave, the dust and gravel it brought up.

The two torrents did not collide, but suddenly there was a piece of ruins before them.

Everyone looked forward coldly, ready to start fighting when the dust cleared.

"Cough-cough-"

Suddenly a very painful dry cough came from the smoke.

Immediately afterwards, there was a complaining scolding sound: "Old Tu, didn't you f*cking nainai fix this thing! I almost killed myself by head-on!"

This voice is definitely authentic Chinese, and it also has a Beijing accent. You can tell from the voice that the speaker is very young.

At this time, when two groups of people were about to start a brutal killing, someone came.

The rain finally covered the dust with difficulty.

As the dust dispersed, the silver armor and silver helmet came into everyone's eyes.

A well-built young man was squatting halfway on a huge gravel, holding a pole stuck on the boulder, a flag that was a little wilted due to the lack of wind.

Although this flag is not flying high, the pattern of auspicious clouds and the big "Han" character on the flag seem to be saying——here is the Han Dynasty, and you, the people who are alienated, hurry up! Dodge quickly.

When the Dongying warriors in red costumes saw that the visitor was speaking Chinese and dressed as a general, they were thrown into a commotion for a moment.

Then, there was a soft roar, and the group of people pressed forward cautiously.

They moved in unison, even where the blades were pointing, they were extremely consistent.

The reason why this group of people are cautious is because the young man in silver armor flying from nowhere in front of him, since he dared to "fly" over by himself, his strength should not be underestimated.

"Your Excellency is Song Wei?" The young general Yinjia didn't seem to notice, he turned around and said to a group of big Han soldiers who were stupefied.

"Yes! Your Excellency is..." Song Wei glanced at the Dongying warriors, who had already arrived behind the silver armored man, and wanted to remind him, but he was interrupted by the other party before he finished speaking.

"Well, I'm a reinforcement!" The silver-armored young general nodded, and then pulled out a simple long sword from his waist.

The sword is three feet long, and the rain does not touch it at all, and it flows directly along the blade.

On the shining sword body, there are faint patterns of clouds.

He is Li Yi, who is from the capital city and has the emperor's mandate. He finally arrived when Songjiang County was about to break the city.

"Get rid of this group first, let's talk later." Li Yi glanced at the soldiers behind Song Wei, looked at the many wounds on their bodies, and couldn't help being touched. A kind of emotion called passion suddenly rushed to the top of his head .

He turned around, and the sword in the cloud looked inconspicuous in the dark weather and in the rain, but the hostility on the sword made a group of Dongying warriors who accompanied the katana all the year round feel a chill down their spines.

They knew that the person in front of them was an extremely dangerous existence, and the simple long sword in his hand was also an absolutely sharp weapon.

(Recommend a friend's fantasy "Emperor God" The ancient ancestor god, the ancient desolate beast monster, after all, could not stop Chen Ling's strong counterattack, a generation of emperor gods appeared domineeringly! It is still a new book, if you like it, you can read it ~ Portal :)

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