Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

The cries and messy footsteps outside the city disturbed this deserted but peaceful morning. "Bang!" "Bang!" The sound of the city gate being hit by wood, like an invisible sledgehammer hitting people's hearts, everyone raised their spirits.

On the main road directly opposite the city gate, multiple obstacles had been built due to tactical preparations. A total of four high earth walls were built in the middle of the road. After Guo Shao entered the city, he ran behind the first wall, and then placed a wooden stool to look at the situation at the city gate.

At this moment, I saw an old woman pestering a withered wooden stick and walking slowly and tremblingly to the empty space in front of her. Isn't she the blind old woman next door? How did she get here? Guo Shao suddenly felt very strange.

Because the open space in front is basically closed on three sides. The front is the most spacious road in the town, but it is blocked by the wall array; several walls rely on the houses on both sides to form a maze-like folding pattern, with only a gap on the left. The gaps between the houses on both sides are also heavily blocked with earth walls, wood, and stones, and the streets outside the main road are even more winding and complicated... Wufang Town did this in order to prevent large crowds from spreading out and facilitate street fighting.

How could a blind old woman bypass such a complicated road? Could it be that she had been at the gate of the city early on?

"Ah! Ah..." the old woman opened her mouth suddenly and called out twice, her voice hoarse, her toothless mouth looked flat. She was dressed in ragged clothes and was dirty and torn, and her gray hair was messy like straw.

"Kill the Qidan, kill the Qidan..." The old woman shouted again vaguely.

An old man following Guo Shao stretched his neck and shouted: "The city gate is about to be broken, and the Khitan soldiers will rush in immediately and go away quickly!" Guo Shao said at this time: "Death is not a relief to her. "

"Boom!" The city gate finally collapsed. First, a group of noisy civilians came in, and soon they were driven away by the cavalry and fled everywhere. Amid the rushing and chaotic sound of horseshoes, a group of cavalry rushed straight into the city. When the first ride passed by the blind old woman who was arching, he swung the iron bone with a hammer.

But the Khitan cavalry quickly stopped the attack, because they were not facing the road that they could sprint, but the walls. These walls are not high, and they can climb up with bare hands, but the cavalry cannot go straight.

Guo Shao retracted his head and leaned his back against the earth wall, silently listening to the movement of the horseshoe, waiting for the opponent's decision. After a short while, he felt as if he had been waiting for a long, long time.

How will the Khitanese react? It is said that the nomads are very alert and run fast together suspiciously. When they realize that there may be an ambush, they may immediately turn around and leave the dangerous place... If the Khitan people retreat when they know it is difficult, Wufu Town is equivalent to singing an empty city plan, and this is not a bad thing. Because Guo Shao is still not sure that he can win this Khitan army, and it is better not to fight a battle that cannot be won.

But the Khitanese do not necessarily run away when they meet. They are powerful and might not be easily frightened; what's more, the style of Wufang Town doesn't look like a place where elite soldiers look.

In the worst possible case, the Khitan people retreated first and then tried to find a breakthrough from other places. If the battle spreads from another direction, street fighting can also be carried out, but the terrain is not as advantageous to Guo Shao as the front gate.

He leaned against the wall thinking for a moment, took a long breath, and suddenly jumped onto the wooden stool. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the cavalry of Tiguduo who hammered the blind woman looking forward. Guo Shao immediately pulled the bowstring, "pop"! The string sounded without hesitation, only twenty or thirty steps away, and an arrow was shot accurately and unmistakably on the man's face.

The boy didn't have time to call, and fell directly from his horse. Waiting for the other Khitan soldiers to react, and when they hurriedly took the arrows, there was another chord, and one person was shot again.

Suddenly without warning, Guo Shao killed the two people and jumped straight off the wooden bench. He hurriedly picked up the wooden board shield and put it on top of his head, and the ten people behind the wall hurriedly learned to lift the board. Sure enough, there was a burst of crackling strings after a while, dozens of arrows flew above the head, some directly nailed into the wall.

"Wow" outside the wall barked, Guo Shao didn't show up, just listened to the sound of horseshoes. Hearing the movement, the Khitan soldiers did not attack, and there was another rain of arrows.

After a while, a few torches were thrown on the roof, and there was a house that was a thatched house, and a big fire ignited immediately.

Guo Shao moved the round stool somewhere, climbed up and took a look carefully, and saw that the Khitan infantry had followed and reached the gate of the city. A general on horseback yelled at the finger painting. Without further ado, Guo Shao drew an arrow and hit the bowstring first, then suddenly stood up, drew the bow, and let go of the arrow, without stagnation, in one go, "pop!" The guy who was making gestures fell from the horse. Guo Shaoshe|After finishing, he immediately retracted.

The pot immediately exploded outside, and all kinds of incomprehensible shouts were in an uproar, and then a lot of footsteps were heard, and the infantry should have come up.

When Guo Shao heard the movement, he waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go." Then he ran away with the people around him.

They didn't stop, and followed the wall expertly for a while, pushed a door open and entered. The others closed the door and guarded, Guo Shao went straight up the wooden stairs. He gently pushed open a small window in a messy room. The view from this position was excellent, and the long road in the middle was within a hundred steps. The strength of the bow in his hand is not strong enough, but he is confident to hit the target within fifty steps.

Looking down from the window, a large group of Khitan infantry swarmed into the roadway with the earthen wall, and some of them were eagerly overcame the wall. The best one is to climb the wall, and the whole body is exposed within range.

"Pl"... "Pl"... the sound of the bowstring bounces the air very rhythmically! The arrows were empty, and the armor was useless. Guo Shao specially shot his face and neck at such a close distance, not to mention the lack of armor for many pawns.

However, after a few shots, the target was exposed, and the Khitan archers immediately fought back. Their arrows were more accurate, and arrows continued to fly in from the small windows. But this can't solve Guo Shao. He first showed up and took a look, immediately avoided, and then went to the window to release arrows, staying for a very short time. Bows and arrows are not firearms. It is difficult to hit fast-moving targets with only a small window.

After a while, a rocket wrapped in oilcloth greeted him, and the roof caught fire.

Guo Shao let go of another arrow and saw a few Khitan soldiers rushing towards the door below, rushing down the stairs, and shouting to the old man holding the gongs and drums: "Knock on the gong, hit hard!"

"Kang-kang-kang..." The unpleasant gong sounded like noise.

Guo Shao tied the bow to his back, drew out the sword and shouted: "Kill!" led the crowd to rush out the door.

A thin wall diagonally opposite suddenly collapsed, and the lower half of the wall was deliberately repaired so thin that it could collapse with one kick. Suddenly, I saw Yang Biao taking the lead, holding a long iron knife, the tiger descending the mountain and rushing out with a group of people, immediately blocking the wall.

Just beside Guo Shao came out, a wall also collapsed! Big-headed Luo Mengzi held a wooden shield in one hand and an iron rod in the other. He rashly squeezed it up with the wooden shield, waved the iron rod and hit. Holding the knife, Guo Shao also went up with the people in the house.

For a time, most of the Khitan pawns were blocked on both sides in the wall formation, and both ends were beaten frantically. Such a gang fight, neither maneuverable nor able to start, is like fighting in the streets. The Khitan soldiers in the middle tried to climb the wall, and the wall was in chaos.

Luo Mengzi used to use copper hammers well, but he seemed to have lost his weapon. He used a solid iron rod to make do, and it was very fierce for a while. That stick is not as sharp as a copper hammer, but it still makes people cry and scream. Guo Shao likes to cooperate with this kind of desperate generals, let him rush to the front and help him to fill the gaps...It is the so-called death you go first.

"Fuck!" Luo Mengzi slapped his head while scolding, and slammed a Khitan soldier's helmet with a bang. The black-faced and big-mouthed Khitan had an ugly face and fainted.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a Khitan soldier stab Luo Mengzi's abdomen with a spear from behind. Luo Mengzi didn't notice. Even if he wears a layer of armor but is pierced by melee force, he must not directly pierce his intestines. in?

When his companion needed him the most, Guo Shao had quick eyes and a quick hand. He stepped forward and grabbed the spear. The spear used the inertial force of the opponent's body. Guo Shao couldn't help it. The spear pierced his chest and "ding" With a sound, he felt the depression of the plate armor on his chest.

The Khitan soldier was holding a spear in both hands, and when he stabbed out of a large gap in front of him, Guo Shao stepped forward and slashed his face without saying a word. The metal clash of the blade and the helmet, the sound of tearing flesh and blood... Guo Shao had blood on his face and chest. The scream of UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to sound in his ears, hissing his lungs.

...The two sides rushed forward, unstoppable, and the Khitan army made a big somersault in this small corner. A **** road was killed in a dirt alley. People were stepping on their corpses. The walls were stained with blood, the air smelled like nausea, and the wind was miserable.

In the outer alley of the earth wall, some Khitan soldiers saw the bad situation and escaped over the wall, but most of the people trapped inside were killed and injured.

The rest of the Khitan army retreated to the gate of the city, like a bird with a bow. There was a sporadic scream from the alley. It was the wounded Khitan soldier who was mended on the spot. Obviously there is no such thing as a prisoner in this kind of war.

The fierce and frantic fighting seemed to have ceased in an instant, and the Khitan people's jiliquala were heard from afar, and the alleys kept breathing and coughing, and people were tired. Guo Shao sat against the wall for a while, only feeling sore in his arms and shaking his right hand. He shook it a few times, and reached out and wiped the sticky blood from the palm of his hand back and forth on the ground.

The sound of horseshoes and footsteps were heard from outside, and the soldiers in the town were obviously not capable of winning and pursuing them.

After a long time, the soldiers walked out of the wall one after another, looking around, no enemy soldiers were seen in the direction of the city gate. The fire from the houses on both sides soared into the sky and smoke billowed, and almost all of the houses that were lit were burnt out. The crowd was chattering, some were discussing, some were calling for help, and some were calling their companions to save others.

At this moment, Guo Shao, who was covered in blood, came out suddenly. The surrounding area suddenly became quiet a lot. The people who had loosened up and huddled together in a mess, one after another let the way, let Guo Shao pass through the middle.

People's faces were suddenly filled with awe, and their eyes focused on him unconsciously, "General Guo!" "Guo Junshi..."

Guo Shao did not speak, but nodded tiredly in response.