This is the most brutal fight Zhang Zhao has experienced since time travel!
Blood flowed freely down the ramp close to the city wall, and broken limbs and broken bodies were everywhere.
A soldier's stomach was slashed and his intestines were exposed, but he was still fighting desperately.
A Zhongyun warrior was already lying on the ground in a bloody state, but he was still using a short knife in his hand to stab every foot pole he could get, no matter whose it belonged to.
The bear who rushed at the front suffered the most damage. His armor had been broken into pieces, and small pieces of armor leaves kept falling to the ground.
The round-edged ax in his hand had long been replaced by a thick-backed broadsword with a sharp edge full of gaps. Every time he took a step forward, a Zhongyun warrior would be chopped down by him or squeezed off the city wall.
Zhang Zhao's horse sword has also disappeared. He is holding his own horizontal sword in his hand. This magical weapon made of tool steel has also had many small gaps.
Only the Mingguang Armor on his body was still powerful, and despite fighting hard, Zhang Zhao barely suffered any penetrating injuries thanks to this golden armor.
"Boom!" An iron hammer hit Zhang Zhao's head, and his head suddenly felt dizzy.
Although the headband was made of linen and the phoenix-winged helmet had a shock-absorbing design from later generations, the person who swung the hammer was a strong man named Zhongyun, and the attack was very fierce. If Zhang Zhao's phoenix-winged helmet had not been of excellent quality, he would have been able to hit it with this blow. His skull was dented.
Seeing that the second blow was about to hit him, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and used all his strength to rush towards the strong man Zhong Yun, sweeping the sword in his hand like a whirlwind.
'Crack! Phew! 'The horizontal knife first cut off the strong man's hammer pole, and then cut through the opponent's armor. Blood mixed with colorful things suddenly spurted out from the breach like a flood.
"Captain Zuo! Governor Zuo is dead!" As the strong man fell, the Zhongyun palace warriors on the opposite side panicked. It seemed that Governor Zuo must be the bravest warrior among them.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhang Zhao jumped onto the city wall and struck again with the horizontal sword in his hand.
A palace warrior who retreated a little slower was slashed with blood all over his body. The remaining people protected King Zhongyun Sanpoba and retreated to another beacon-shaped platform as a final defense.
Zhang Zhao wanted to take the opportunity to chase after him, but suddenly he felt weak. After fighting for less than half an hour, he was already exhausted.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe, Zhang Zhao looked back. From the blown-out left gate to this section of the city wall, hundreds of corpses were lying on the road. Behind him, Yan Jin and others had followed.
The loss is quite big! Zhang Zhao saw at least a dozen of his men lying down, but the losses suffered by Zhongyun warriors were even more terrifying. At least close to a hundred of the two hundred men around San Poba were gone.
Fuck you! Zhang Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood. Didn't it say that the ancient army's combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced if it suffered casualties of 10%, and it would collapse if it suffered casualties of 15%?
The casualties were close to half, why didn't the other side kneel down and surrender?
He didn't understand why the warrior Zhongyun on the opposite side didn't collapse? King Zhongyun Sanpoba couldn't figure out where this ruthless person came from?
The combat effectiveness of these sixty or seventy soldiers far exceeded his imagination.
Although several nearby big countries, such as the Khotan Jin Kingdom, the Gaochang Uighurs and the Guiyi Army, have at least thousands of soldiers, those who fight so tenaciously, so bravely, and so sacrifice their lives in terms of momentum are absolutely unstoppable. many.
Why are his palace warriors so tenacious? Because his small Zhongyun Kingdom is actually a country that he shares with these three hundred palace warriors, and the remaining one hundred thousand tribesmen are actually his and these three hundred palace warriors' slaves.
In other words, these warriors were not protecting him, Sanpoba, but protecting their own wealth, life and future. Otherwise, how could Sanpoba rely on these three hundred warriors to avoid being annexed by any of the surrounding families?
But...but the soldier opposite is obviously here to ask for money! Why are you working so hard to get money? You can ask for the price when you’re halfway through! How can anyone treat robbery as a war to destroy the country?
While the two sides were repairing for a short time, the Zhongyun warrior community in the distance from the palace tent became full of people. It turned out that the warriors from Beicheng finally put out the fire. Dozens of warriors were ready and running towards this direction!
Seeing this, Sanpoba, who had originally wanted to make money, calmed down.
His three hundred palace tent warriors are distributed according to the pattern of two hundred inside the palace tent and one hundred outside in the north city.
In other words, although the warriors in his palace tent have lost a hundred people and were almost beaten to pieces, the hundred warriors in Beicheng have not been killed yet, and their fighting power is still there!
"Eagles under the snow-capped mountains! Hold here, Prime Minister Zuohou and the others are coming soon. Muni City is our home. Only by fighting to the end can we protect our families!" Sanpoba saw the right moment and began to encourage loudly.
"As long as these bandits are killed and dispersed, I will use half of the treasure in the treasury to reward everyone!"
"It's really a tough nut to crack! Blow the trumpet! Yan Jin, you lead the warriors to defend Beicheng, Dunzhu and Barbarian Xiong, prepare to stand shoulder to shoulder with me and chop off the head of King Zhongyun!"
Zhang Zhao grabbed a piece of sesame cake that was still stained with blood and swallowed it. Then he took another sip of ale, and the sound of the horn was blown by Fanquan. This was his last arrangement.
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Sheep and horse city! Bai Congxin heard the sound of horns and suddenly rode over, slashing the left rear prime minister Zhong Yun who had been tied up with a knife. This guy wanted to recruit businessmen from Yangma City, but he was caught by his followers.
After hacking Zhong Yun's left and right prime ministers to death, Bai Congxin held up his horse and looked at the busy merchants in Yangma City.
There are five to six hundred people here. Although they don't have many armors, they at least have weapons, and some of them are not weak in fighting ability.
"According to the command of the captain! I am recruiting one hundred people now! Only one hundred people! After taking down the tent of King Zhongyun's palace, the cloth, grain, wine, silk and satin will be sold at half price. Whoever goes will get it!"
The merchants of Yangma City looked left and right at several leaders. They all heard the big explosion just now, and some people even saw the flying city gate. Obviously, these people outside were almost successful, but... King Zhongyun There are also hundreds of soldiers!
"Courageless dog slave! You don't even know how to do it if I give you a chance?"
Prime Minister Zuohou from Zhongyun was killed in Yangma City. Do you think King Zhongyun will thank you afterwards? It would be a mercy to let you go away in peace! Your best choice now is to go with someone and make a big profit! "
. . . .
On the banks of the Ruoqiang River, there is Zhang Zhao's last reserve team of twenty people.
After Yin Yaozi heard the whining horn sound, he suddenly pulled out his horizontal knife quickly and slashed at Aluoduo, who had a worried look on his face.
So fast! Even after the head flew into the air, the anxious look on Aluoduo's face did not go away.
As Yin Yaozi swung his sword, the rest of the Hanshandu soldiers also came out with swords and guns. The six Geluolu people who had led them all the way were dead in an instant!
"Loyal Lord! Mr. Erlang is calling me. It's urgent! I'll leave five people for you!"
After saying that, Yin Yaozi mounted his war horse and galloped towards Wuni City with a dozen soldiers!
