Of course, the incident on the top of the city will not affect the battle below, but Guan Fu's heroic words did make all the soldiers excited. Although the Han army did not have an advantage in numbers, the Han army was now so powerful that everyone was already The blood surges.
"Come here! Form an army!"
Of course Tarika knew that since these Han troops appeared here, there would be pursuers behind them, but he could not figure out how these sheep-like Han troops could grow such sharp fangs. of!
"Report! A group of Han cavalry appeared behind our army, numbering about five thousand! They are extremely fast, and they will reach our current location in about half an hour!"
The 20,000-strong army was blocked at the foot of the Great Wall by less than 2,000 people, which made Tarika feel humiliated...
"Did you all hear that? You are all warriors of my great Huns, but now, our group of wolves is blocked by a group of sheep. Don't you feel ashamed? You bitches!"
Tarika's words caused a commotion among the crowd. This was the first time these people knew what fear was...
"Behind us, there are already Han pursuers coming. If we can't rush out, we will be made dumplings by those Han! Do you understand? Those who want to go home come to me, and I will personally supervise the battle. Those who retreat will Die! Kill!!!”
At this time, the Huns finally reacted. Although they had not yet broken the city, they had already looted a lot of things, and now they just wanted to go home.
"kill!!"
After the Huns regrouped, they began to launch a desperate charge. Guan Fu smiled bitterly in his heart. He originally planned to show his power and frighten the Huns, so that he could delay a little longer. However, he did not expect that the effect was not as good as expected. .
After all, the Huns had a numerical advantage. The gap under the Great Wall was more than twenty feet long. It was not easy for five hundred people to hold on. However, fortunately, Liu Deng prepared plate armor for them. The Huns' scimitars were almost like scratching their bodies.
The Huns' team finally arrived here. Guan Fu tightened the Mo Dao in his hand, roared, and cut off the front hooves of a Huns war horse with one strike. The horse fell to the ground in pain, and Guan Fu was in his hand. The knife rose and fell, directly cutting off his head.
Splashes of blood immediately sprayed all over his body, and even his faceplate was stained with a few drops. The unique fishy smell of human blood made Guan Fu's spirit perk up. He slashed with his knife and cut it in two!
The miserable corpse slid down the slope in front of him and was trampled into mud by the Huns behind him. The war entered a fever pitch from the very beginning. At this time, it no longer mattered whether it was just or not. Guan Fu's eyes were already wet. Turning red, he mechanically waved the Mo Dao in his hand.
On the top of the city, the defenders started shooting arrows like crazy, trying to help Guan Fu relieve the pressure. Anyway, the Modao army was all in iron armor, so they could just shoot arrows directly from the city. Even if it hit them, it would just be a white mark.
Guan Fu had never felt that a quarter of an hour was so long. The boots under his feet began to become heavy. He looked down helplessly. Even without looking, he knew that it was the blood of the Huns that wet the ground. Where does it start to get muddy.
He chopped down a Huns with a knife, and before his body could slide down, Guan Fu used his strength to drag the unlucky man's body directly to his feet. After stepping on it a few times, he immediately felt much better;
"Push those corpses aside for me!"
Tarika's eyes were red, but he still refused to allow the team to retreat. He knew in his heart that if he wanted to escape, this was the best chance. When the people behind him arrived, he might no longer have any hope of escaping back to the grassland;
What happened to these Han people?
Damn it, where did they get this kind of monster? The whole body is wrapped in steel. How can such an army fight?
He has seen more than once that the warriors of the Great Huns rushed in front of the Han troops and tried to give them a knife in exchange for their lives. However, the scimitars in their hands could only leave a white mark on their armor!
Even on the neck, there is an iron neck protector. How are we going to kill these people?
"Report! General, the cavalry behind you has arrived five miles away, and they are repairing!"
Tarika's heart was full of bitterness, how to fight this battle?
The pursuers are about to arrive, but these Han soldiers who cannot be beaten to death are like dung beetles, they cannot be killed no matter what!
damn it!
damn it!
Just when Tarika was about to despair, he suddenly saw the torch in the hands of the soldiers around him, and a poisonous plan suddenly emerged in his heart!
"Come here, prepare three hundred men who dare to die for me, and everyone will carry twenty pounds of suet on my back!"
Tarika stared fiercely at the soldiers beside him. At this time, he had no sense. He was a cavalry himself. Of course he knew that those cavalry were undergoing final modifications.
There are still two quarters of an hour at most. After the horses take a break, they will regroup and start attacking!
If he couldn't get out in two quarters of an hour, death would be waiting for him!
The fire in the distance also boosted the spirits of the soldiers on the top of the city. The people on the top of the city suddenly began to cheer. The movement on the top of the city quickly reached the ears of Mo Daojun. The first batch of reinforcements finally arrived. ?
Guan Fu knew very well that the first group to arrive were of course the cavalry from Yunzhong City. It was still dark and his mission had not been completed yet. At this time, all they had to do was persevere!
Tarika's soldiers randomly pulled out three centurions and called them directly in front of Tarika.
"You are all warriors of my great Huns. Now, I need each of you to bring me twenty kilograms of suet, rush up there, and die there!"
Tarika's eyes were red, and he looked like an evil ghost from hell, staring at the people in front of him.
They were just ordinary Huns herdsmen. Faced with Tarika's death order, they were all frightened and their legs were like chaff. However, looking at the handle of the knife that Tarika held tightly, they could only passively accept it... ...
The team of three hundred people, mixed in the crowd, was driven up the slope by the supervising team behind them like cattle and sheep, and then was hacked to death by Mo Dao's army...
Tarika stared at them intently. When the last person died at the feet of Mo Daojun, Tarika's mouth showed a cruel smile. Since the scimitar can't kill you, let this fire be given to the Great Huns. Warriors, clear a path!
"Come here, prepare rockets!"
