Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 480 I want to avenge my previous shame!
Yin Shi.

The Northern Yan army launched an attack.

This is the time when it is most likely to become sleepy. The Dongling army has just experienced a tough battle, and then started to deal with the aftermath. By this time, it has been two nights and one day without a wink.

All the soldiers were very tired.

However, the hearty victory they had experienced earlier was not enough for them. Even though they were already feeling sleepy, when the Beiyan people's charge horn sounded, everyone still cheered up to fight.

Defending a city does not require any skills. As long as the city wall is strong enough, the attacking party will have basically no benefit.

Along with Xiao Du shouted: "The enemy has entered the shooting range, release arrows!"

In an instant, arrows as dense as black clouds shot down from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jin, who was guarding the main city, shouted: "Fire! Lighting!"

As the words fell, another wave of archers came to fill up the sky, and countless rockets filled the sky and fell one after another after losing momentum.

The rocket was wrapped in gauze, and the gauze was impregnated with extremely burnt-resistant rosin. As the rocket landed, a bright light appeared in front of the city wall. The enemy troops that were originally hidden in the darkness soon had nothing to hide.

It turned out that the Beiyan forwards had also set up shields. Under the suppression of the arrow array, a large number of them were still approaching the city wall.

They used wave tactics, with the forward charging with the shield, and then stopping to raise the shield high to cover the advancement of their companions behind them.

Although reckless, the effect is remarkable.

Zhang Jin was calm and ordered loudly: "Throw fireballs!"

In an instant, countless sawdust balls wrapped in rosin were thrown down.

The fireball hit the Beiyan people's shields, splattering rosin and quickly igniting the wooden shields.

Some rosin splashed on people, and they were swallowed up by the fire.

The shield formation broke open, and Zhang Jin ordered again: "Fire arrows!"

The archers immediately stepped forward and unleashed another overwhelming wave of arrows, thus killing a group of people.

But the remaining people did not shrink back. Instead, they became more and more courageous. They climbed up and down the city, set up their improvised rough ladders, and climbed up the city wall like powerful beasts.

Without exception, they are all tall, strong and strong, with fierce eyes. Their dark eyes are ignited by hatred. This hatred supports them to climb up without fear of life and death.

Bai Mingwei, Wei Xiao, and Bai Yu always stood on the highest tower to supervise the battle and did not join the battle.

But this does not affect the bravery of Zhang Jin and others. In the face of a powerful enemy, they always command the soldiers to fight in the face of danger.

Wang Wei was standing next to Zhang Jin. When a Beiyan soldier climbed up the city wall, he immediately slashed it with his sword. Before he could see the blood-red eyes of the Beiyan soldier, he was spattered with blood!
More and more Beiyan soldiers climbed up, the archers immediately retreated behind them, and the team standing behind the archers immediately raised their spears to poke at them.

As high as they climbed, they poked down.

Even if there was an occasional fish that slipped through the net, it would be surrounded by warriors holding knives and unable to move. With the knife in hand, they would leave their lives on the city wall without a chance to express their hatred.

Wei Xiao was a bit protective after all. When he saw Wang Wei, a thin young man, starting to feel weak, he jumped down, drew out the heavy sword from his waist, and slashed with his sword, killing several Beiyan soldiers!

"Follow me."

Wei Xiao said this to Wang Wei, and immediately raised the sword in his hand. There was nothing fancy about it, one sword at a time, killing with one sword. Soon his clothes were soaked with the blood of the enemy!

Zhang Jin shouted: "Kill!"

The soldiers guarding the city did not mess up their formation. They dropped their bows and arrows, drew out the long swords from their waists, and shouted loudly: "Kill!" A chorus of uniform shouts of killing resounded through the sky, deafening.

Facing the tough and strong Beiyan soldiers, Dongling's soldiers did not retreat. They were completely inferior in size and physical strength, but they burst out with extremely tenacious perseverance. There was a murderous aura around them that could rival the Beiyan people. !
Bai Mingwei looked at it calmly and calmly.

Bai Yu's hand holding the sword made a crunching sound at this moment.

He would never forget the first battle of defending Pingcheng. When the Beiyan soldiers climbed up the city wall, the tall figures suddenly had their hoods hooded, and his eyesight went dark.

The bloodthirsty killings and the body as strong as an ox glanced at them with wide eyes. The soldiers guarding the city had their legs weak. They could only rely on their will to survive and their instincts to kill the people who kept jumping off the wall. enemy.

It was his first time on the battlefield, and he happened to meet a pair of bright red and fierce eyes. The fear that shot up from the soles of his feet at that moment is still fresh in his memory.

But among the soldiers in front of them, no one was afraid. They seemed to be experienced warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, with strong blood bursting out of their bodies, and their faces showed a determination that was not afraid of death.

They fought hand-to-hand with the ferocious enemy, but they managed to survive.

Bai Yu was completely shocked. It turned out that Dongling's soldiers were so tough!

The sound of the war drums became more and more urgent, and the Dongling soldiers fought harder and harder.

As time went by, corpses littered the city walls, rivers of blood flowed, and tragedies could be seen everywhere.

Amidst the noise and chaos, the drum beat was earth-shattering.

Bai Ming leaned slightly closer to Brother Qi beside him and whispered in his ear: "Brother Qi, these are our soldiers from Dongling!"

Bai Yu smiled, as if there had been countless humiliations accumulated in his heart, but at this moment, all those humiliations and unwillingness disappeared into smoke.

At this time, Bai Mingwei discovered that Wang Wei's kid was going crazy and gradually moved away from Wei Xiao. He was soon cornered by several Beiyan soldiers.

Just when Bai Mingwei was about to take action, Bai Yu had already jumped down.

Although he is just a scholar, he is the best among the six arts of riding and archery. Over the years, he has beaten others for Bai Mingwei and Yu Jiao, and he has also been beaten by several of Yu Jiao's brothers. He is always fighting. He has the ability.

Just as several scimitars were slashing at Wang Wei at the same time, the sword in Bai Yu's hand pierced the vest of one of them.

He kicked the man's buttocks, drew his sword and stabbed the other man.

A gap suddenly appeared in Wang Wei's encirclement. He came out like a loach and pierced the Beiyan man's thigh with his backhand sword.

The Beiyan man, who was as strong as an ox and had a body like an iron tower, subconsciously bent over to cover the wound when his thigh was injured, and Bai Yu cut off the opponent's head with one strike of his sword.

Wang Wei was not to be outdone. The young man was still growing up and was still very thin and short. He couldn't take the opponent's moves forcefully, so he went to chop off the opponent's hands and legs.

Bai Yu had just withdrawn the sword that had cut off the opponent's head, and a few streaks of blood spattered on his body. Along with the painful wail, he saw the Beiyan soldier's face twisted and kicked towards him with his arm cut off.

Without giving the opponent any chance, he held the sword in both hands and stabbed it suddenly, pushing the dead soldier forward for a long distance until the man hit the wall, drew out the sword, and sent it backhand into the chest of the enemy who sneaked up on him.

The familiar pop of a sharp blade disappearing, each sound seemed so weak amidst the beating of war drums, but he could hear it very clearly. His companions had died beside him like this, but now the one who fell was A fierce and ugly enemy.

Bai Yu wiped the blood from his face and leaned against Wang Wei, the thin boy. They cooperated with each other and made a smooth journey.

His body was soon soaked with the enemy's blood, and the wounds all over his body hurt like heart-wrenching pain. However, in the bottom of Bai Yu's heart, there was a sudden surge of heat, and a kind of heroic ambition flowed throughout his body along with the blood.

Bai Yu took a deep breath and slashed with his sword again, blood spurting onto his face.

But he didn't take it seriously. He sent his sword into the enemy's chest. He gritted his teeth and let out a vicious roar: "I want to use your blood! Wash away the shame of the Yinshan War!"

(End of this chapter)