"promise!"
After responding, Feng Changge went directly to the city and began to gather his deployment.
"Brothers, the time has come to serve our country loyally. We may not be able to come back. If you have anything to say, say it now! We only have half a stick of incense to prepare!"
The battle on the city was becoming more and more urgent, with the Huns attacking frantically from three directions: east, west, and south.
The east and south directions can still barely support the attack, but the west, which is the main direction of attack, is still in danger.
If these siege engines are not dealt with as soon as possible, I am afraid that the outer city will soon be lost.
Even though they still have Wengcheng, once the outer city is lost, they really have no way out.
After all, the Huns' military advantage is too great, if they continue to be consumed at the current ratio of almost two for one.
I'm afraid they will be exhausted soon.
"Zhuzi, go back and tell my mother that I'm not a coward!"
"Er Nao, go back and tell my wife to bring up your son well! Tell my son that when he grows up, he must join the army and then fight these ruthless Huns!"
...
"Brothers, let's take the first step. We will still be brothers in the next life!"
The corners of Feng Changge's eyes were also a little red. In fact, everyone understood that there were too many Huns. I'm afraid, what if they left a message?
Can the people in this city really survive?
"Brothers, it's just a matter of death, so let's kill him happily. Each of us brings me a bag of grease. After burning the rags outside, let's kill him happily!"
While Feng Changge was speaking, he took the lead in taking over a huge animal skin package, which was the grease they had finally obtained.
This thing has now become their last hope. Whether they can succeed depends on whether they are close enough.
"Lord Du Tong is right, the left and right are nothing but death! Kill one without loss, kill two and gain one. Anyway, with the king here, our mother is not afraid that no one will care about her! Brothers, I, Lao Zhang, have taken the first step!"
A soldier laughed wildly and took a package and stuffed it directly into the saddle bag.
"Hahaha, you're right. Even if you die, you can't let these sons of bitches look down on you. Let those sons of bitches, the Huns, see the demeanor of our Han family!"
Seeing the only quiet North City Gate open, Feng Changge laughed wildly, slapped his horse and rushed out.
Behind him, a thousand soldiers followed closely, all of them tightly holding the hand crossbows in their hands.
When the city gate behind him closed again, Feng Changge silently looked back at the east.
There is the direction of home...
Dad, Mom, if you are unfilial, I’m afraid your parents’ graves will have no one to pay their respects...
Wang Tou, isn’t it just to kill the Hun dog? I even brought your share today!
The howling north wind kept blowing, and the tears in the corners of my eyes were already dried by the north wind before they fell.
Amidst the neighing of war horses, countless Huns rushed towards them...
Feng Changge leaned down directly and silently calculated the distance between the two sides.
Three hundred steps later, the enemy's figure was already very clear.
Two hundred steps away, the roars of the Huns could already be heard.
A hundred steps later, Feng Changge silently raised the crossbow in his hand.
Behind him, all the Han cavalry clenched their crossbows and adjusted their body postures.
This may be the last time he shoots in this life. He doesn't want to waste any of the ten crossbow arrows in his hand.
Eighty steps later, he had already entered the shooting range of the hand crossbow, but today, he wanted to wait a little longer!
Closer, closer!
In this way, we can kill as many Huns as possible. Even killing one more is good!
At fifty paces, the Huns' cavalry bows were about to show off their power.
Forty steps, this is already the ultimate distance. After all, they have ten arrows!
"shoot!"
Feng Changge gave an order, and all the Han cavalry immediately buckled their teeth, braving the Huns' bows and arrows.
At a distance of forty steps, they only had one chance to fire, so everyone chose to adjust their hand crossbows to group fire mode.
The attack method of firing thousands of arrows immediately caused the Huns who rushed in front to be attacked indiscriminately.
In just an instant, a vacuum immediately appeared in the Huns' queue.
"Snapped--"
After the launch, Feng Changge slammed the hand crossbow in his hand, which was usually as precious as his life, to pieces.
He has no use for this thing...
All the cavalry behind him are following the same example, and everyone has the same mentality. Even if it is smashed, it cannot be left to those sons of bitches!
"Hahahaha, the big man is victorious!"
Feng Changge laughed wildly and drew out his horizontal sword, and with the speed of the horse's galloping, he directly chopped off the head of a Huns.
"The great man is victorious!"
A thousand Han troops were like tigers emerging from their cages, and with thunderous momentum, they directly collided with the Huns' team.
This is a battle with no return. Everyone is forcing themselves to look ahead. As for those companions who are unfortunate enough to fall, they have their own battle to continue...
"The great man is victorious!"
After breaking out of the first wave of enemy formations, Feng Changge's body was already covered in blood. Even though he was wearing plate armor, a stray arrow pierced his shoulder along the gap in the armor.
He laughed wildly and pulled it out. The wound hurt, but he didn't have time to deal with it.
He knew without looking that the wound must be ugly. After all, it was a wolf-fang arrow.
In the cold winter months, he finally felt a trace of warmth, but he didn't expect that it was his own blood that brought warmth...
"The great man is victorious!"
Behind Feng Changge, only eight hundred Han cavalry were left, shouting war trumpets and followed them.
"Hahaha, if a man dies, he will die, but please give me a fight!"
Xicheng was already in sight. Looking at the Huns who were like a tide, Feng Changge laughed wildly and roared.
"But I want a fight!"
"But I want a fight!"
"But I want a fight!"
Seeing this small team flying like moths to a flame, Jinachuan looked gloomy and asked the soldiers around him to prepare to fire arrows.
However, at this moment, Borg, who was silent, clamped the scimitar in his hand directly on his neck.
"You're crazy!"
Jinachuan roared angrily.
"Although I look down on the Han people, they are real warriors. Warriors should not die under hidden arrows. Give me an order not to shoot arrows. I will personally chop off their heads!"
Borg's eyes were full of enthusiasm. Ever since Lao Shanyu died, he hadn't had this urge to fight for a long time...
The north wind was biting, and snowflakes suddenly started flying in the sky. The first snow in Shuofang finally came.
However, the snowflakes in the sky cannot hide the passion of the Han family man on the ground...
