The heavy rain gradually subsided in the early hours of the morning. The soldiers on the city wall took turns to rest and moved the corpses and wounded down to the city wall. The defense gradually weakened.
The fire at the top of the city gradually extinguished, and soldiers leaned against the wall in the darkness, motionless. Zhong Jiaqing stood on the top of the city chewing rice cakes like a horse, stopped beating the drum, and took a rest.
Jinlu was still taking turns to attack the city. Now, during the gap between the rotations, he saw that the soldiers in the fortress were exhausted and seemed to be relaxing. He immediately increased the intensity of the attack and set up an arrow array. After a round of strong bows, Jinlu saw the city. All the headmen were hit by arrows in the wall, and even the battle flag was broken and no one was able to help him up. He made a prompt decision and ordered the infantry to come forward, quickly climbed up the ladder, and continued to attack the city.
However, when Jin Lu climbed up the ladder, he found that the person leaning on the wall was not a soldier at all, but a scarecrow wearing armor.
The scarecrow's body is covered with sharp arrows shot just now, and they are densely packed in a row from east to west.
The real soldiers all hid behind the scarecrow and suddenly appeared to ambush the Jinlu who boarded the city.
The city head immediately fell into fighting again. Jin Lu didn't have time to take a closer look at the situation at the city head and started killing again.
In fact, Jin Lu only needed to take a closer look to know that nearly half of the people on the city were missing.
Mo Lingfeng led 20,000 soldiers and horses, and lined up behind the city gate in an orderly manner.
The wind moves the shadow of the moon, and the black armor flashes with light in the night. Mo Lingfeng rides a white horse, wearing heavy armor, holding a long sword tightly, looking awe-inspiring. Three steps behind him are the nomadic Qing and Yin holding the banner. South. ..net
Further back, there is the vanguard army, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, standing in front, the infantry holding spears and wind knives behind, with a little cold light, and then there are the cavalry, the horses are fat and strong, the soldiers are majestic, Flags cover the sun.
Mo Lingfeng raised his hand and pressed it down silently. The Nomad Qing immediately waved the flag, the fortress gate quietly opened, the suspension bridge was lowered, and the almost filled moat was laid.
Mo Lingfeng drew his sword out of its scabbard, rode out a thousand horses at a time, led the army, went straight to the Jinlu camp, beheaded the generals and took down the flag.
She shouted: "Kill the thief!"
The soldiers behind him followed and rushed towards Jinlu with overwhelming shouts: "Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"
Jin Lu was caught off guard, and the front hooves of his cavalry were cut off by the Fengfeng Knife, causing him to flip over.
Mo Lingfeng raised his hand again and pressed it down. Seeing this, Nomad Qing jumped up, stood on his horse, and waved the battle flag.
The soldiers guarding the city gate saw the battle flag waving, and in accordance with the military order, they raised the drawbridge and closed the city gate.
The sound of the city gate closing shocked Zhong Jiaqing, who was commanding the battle on top of the city, and couldn't help but look at the lightning-like white horse on the battlefield.
On top of the white horse, Mo Lingfeng stood tall and straight, charging into the battle with no fear. He was as fast as flying and killed the golden captive, no longer as naughty as when he stole his horse for breeding.
In this battle, we can only win, not lose.
The infantry and cavalry formed a group of three. One infantryman slashed at the Jinlu's cavalry with the Fengfeng knife, one infantryman guarded all around, and one cavalryman used a spear to kill the fallen Jinluo. After he succeeded, he immediately changed the target.
If one of them dies unfortunately, the other two will quickly join other teams and form a team to kill the enemy. Do not be left alone.
In less than half an hour, Jinlu's powerful siege began to slow down, and even stopped the siege for a time, focusing on surrounding and killing the 20,000 troops led by Mo Lingfeng.
At the top of the city, the tired old soldiers of the division were able to take a breather. Yin Bei led his men to build up the western wall and fill the gap. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng had already entered the enemy's formation, he was so anxious that he tore off a roll of hemp rope for pulling stones and tied one end to it. On the female wall, tie one end around your waist, tie the knot tightly, hold the knife in one hand, and pull the hemp rope with the other, and then turn over and go down to the city.
Feng Fan, who was as bloody as a gourd, grabbed him and said, "Arrow!"
Chang Long stretched out his hand at the same time and pulled Yin Bei back. As soon as he took a step back, Jin Lu was under siege, and his crossbowmen were not at all confused. He still stepped forward, aimed at the city head, and released a wave of arrows.
After the rain of arrows, strong soldiers suddenly surged up from the ladders capable of climbing eighty people. They carried caltrops and fireballs and threw them into the city first. After the explosion, the strong soldiers climbed up to the city to fight. Among them was a Jinlu general who went straight to the Zhong family. Celebrate.
The two fought for thirty rounds, but Zhong Jiaqing was defeated and was stabbed through the chest by Jin Lu.
Zhong Jiaqing grabbed the handle of Jin Lu's knife, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out. He used his last strength to pull out the long knife from his body, and pushed the Jin Lu general off the city wall.
"General Zhong!"
"Wengweng!"
Zhong Tao struggled to escape from the siege and ran towards Zhong Jiaqing, full of resentment. Feng Fan and Chang Long also fought all the way to Zhong Jiaqing.
Zhong Jiaqing's lifelong good fortune failed to continue in this battle.
He was dying, so he handed the flag in his hand to Feng Fan. At the same time, he put his knife on the ground, supported his body, turned to the fortress, and looked back at his homeland.
The wind stopped and the rain stopped, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, the night was gentle, a bright moon and a few sparse stars fell on the sky, shining brightly.
The water rushes in the Shuo River. At this time of year, the horse farm is bound to be full of buckwheat flowers.
He had no ambitions, and spent most of his life in Gaopingzhai. Even though he was ready to die for his country, he still felt reluctant to give up at the last moment.
The country is picturesque.
He closed his eyes helplessly and died on top of the city.
Mo Lingfeng felt something in his heart. He turned around and looked around, but he could only see the ladder at the top of the city and a steady stream of golden prisoners climbing up the city.
Suddenly, a heavy shout rang out among the golden prisoners, and thousands of iron pagodas wearing bronze masks were seen charging towards the army. At the same time, the kidnapping horses without iron armor or hoods were holding ten weapons. The powerful bows came from both sides and shot out dense long arrows.
Mo Lingfeng immediately ordered Yin Nan and Nomad Qing to wave their flags and lead the army to divide into two groups. One group was mainly cavalry, killing the kidnappers and seizing the longbows. The other group was infantry, using wind knives and spears. Kill fiercely towards Iron Buddha Tu.
There was a loud killing sound, and Mo Jiajun knew that there was no way out. He faced the Jinlu Iron Buddha Tu head-on. The Fengfeng Knife was unstoppable. He hit the horse's hooves and eyes with force, and even hit the Iron Buddha's neck hard and wrapped the iron Buddha with an iron chain. Then, they all used their strength to pull him off the horse.
The iron pagoda falls heavily to the ground and cannot turn over. It will be captured and killed by the Mo army immediately.
This bloody fight lasted for two hours. The inside and outside of the fort wall had become a heroic sea of blood. Under the courage of the Mo family's army to die together, the Jinlu retreated steadily, and Mingjin withdrew his troops and retreated to Sanchuan Village.
Mo Lingfeng never knew that corpses could pile up like mountains.
The morning light fell, and the bloody smell on the ground rose with the heat. A rare tranquility appeared on the battlefield. The bodies of Mo Jiajun and Jin Lu were stacked on top of each other. Their own weapons were inserted into the opponent's bodies, and there were clusters of sharp arrows. They were clustered on the ground, on the horses, and on the corpses, and no one could escape.
She raised her feet and wanted to move forward, but when she looked down, there was no place to stay.
The hands, feet, and head that were severed from the body, and the internal organs that flowed out from the abdomen, all emitted a fishy smell in the sunlight.
Yin Nan stood silently in front of her, stretching out a hand to support the young general - she was killing to the point of insensitivity, even if the door to hell opened at her feet, she would not take another look.
