Taking advantage of this momentum, the two sergeants who threw away their shields simply ignored the black smoke coming towards their faces. They closed their eyes and faced the pungent and choking smell of the wolf smoke and the feeling of the heat wave on their faces, and walked directly towards them. Rush up the battlement on the opposite side.
After the guy on the left ran two steps, because the route was a little skewed, he missed his footing and fell down. As he screamed when he fell in the air, the warrior on the right waved the big knife in his hand. , closed his eyes and rushed towards the city. Time seemed to have frozen at this moment. Even the sergeants under the city all looked up in the air, counting his steps away from the crenel: "Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, Seven steps, six, five, four..."
The sergeant ran faster and faster, and became more and more excited as he ran. He let out a soul-stirring roar: "My son Nanyan, grandpa is coming..."
The word "ye" was still on the tip of his tongue, and he felt a strong wind blowing against his face. It was the stick that was twisted and broken before. Now he didn't care about stabbing it, and he didn't even have time to change the stick. , directly swept across the waist, this time with great force, and the Jin soldiers under the city and in the tower also exclaimed in unison: "Three dogs, be careful!"
Without saying a word, the warrior named San Gouzi threw the big knife in his hand in the direction of the sound of the wind without saying a word. He only heard a loud "woo" sound breaking through the air. Accompanied by a shrill scream, in the black smoke, you can even vaguely see the light of blood emerging. The pole changed from a sweeping state to being raised high, passing sideways over Sangouzi's head, and brought it up. The strong wind even blew his leather helmet off. Obviously, this throw of the knife accurately killed the enemy swordsman who was sweeping across him, and the force with which he fell backwards was even more powerful. It was by bringing the entire pole upward that the strange trajectory of the pole was created.
Sangouzi laughed and rushed forward. He even shouted loudly: "Guanggu Nancheng is the first to climb. It's me, Sangouzi..."
Before he could finish his words, he only heard a "pop" sound, and the weird long thorn that had penetrated Wu's long calf stretched out from a strange angle and passed between the two crenels. The city disk even came out from a small hole in a crenellation, and pierced Sangouzi's right rib without leaning to either side.
Sangouzi's eyes suddenly filled with blood. He turned his head and looked at the source of the strange stick. With an unwilling expression on his face, he reached out to grab the long stick that had pierced his ribs, but he couldn't. It can't be reached.
The stick was obviously twisted, and with the use of stirring force, there was a stir in San Gouzi's body. San Gouzi's screams even drowned out the shouts of killing from above and below the city. The black smoke engulfed his entire head and face, and only patches of blood could be seen flashing. This was due to the stirring of this step inside his body, and his blood was gushing out from the gaps in the wound like a fountain. , even if he had ten lives, it would be impossible for him to survive again.
The officer on the tower shouted sternly: "Shoot, shoot this thief to death!"
More than a dozen sergeants in the tower woke up from a dream. Two crossbowmen rushed out of the tower door and stood on the tower ladder. They held the crossbow machine facing the direction of the long shaft, and the two crossbow arrows flew. Into the smoke, but did not hear any sound.
The other five archers also ran out. While walking on the tower ladder, they kept firing arrows in the direction of the pole. In just a few steps, more than a dozen arrows were shot out, and there was a faint blur. There were several sounds like when bows and arrows hit the leather, accompanied by several screams. The sword-wielding officer beamed with joy and shouted: "Great, the dog thief has been shot to death. Come on, damn it." .”
The crossbowmen shouted in unison, threw their crossbows down the city, drew out the swords and halberds from their waists, and rushed into the smoke on the opposite side. The two people in the lead opened their arms and faced the body of Sangouzi, who was still standing. Their voices were crying: "Brother Sangou, brothers are here to pick you up!"
Sangouzi's body suddenly fell to the ground. In the wound on his left rib, the broken internal organs, together with his broken intestines, turned into pieces the size of thumbs, almost falling into pieces. The blood flowed out together, covering the bodies and faces of the more than ten sergeants who were cutting the wall under the city. Only then did everyone realize that he had fallen together with an empty pole. On the other side of the pole, Surprisingly, no one was holding it. In other words, after stirring his body, the hidden hand pushed the pole to the ground and ran away.
The two crossbowmen who opened their mouths and arms to hug Sangouzi looked straight at Sangouzi's body, free falling in front of them. Their noses were even filled with the smell of bloody internal organs. A puff of black smoke, accompanied by the pungent smell of burning wolf dung, rushed straight into their brains, slowing down their reactions for about half a second. When they came to their senses, they felt a sharp pain in their lower abdomen, and a stick of The sharp thorns pierced the two of them from front to back, like candied haws, skewered into a string.
A gust of bloody wind blew by, slightly scattering the wolf smoke. At this moment, the Jin soldiers on the tower finally saw clearly, a short man less than four feet tall, with a ferocious smile on his face, and in his hands Holding a four-meter-long rifle spear, he strung two Jin army crossbowmen in a string. No wonder these rifles were attacking the lower walls and legs of several Jin troops from low and low positions. Lower belly, it turns out that there is such a dwarf killer hidden in the thick smoke. Presumably the few warriors who died in his hands will also die in peace!
The dwarf pushed the rifle forward fiercely, and with a flick of his right wrist, the two Jin army crossbowmen were pushed down the tower ladder with their bare hands. The Jin army archer stood blankly on the tower ladder, looking at the Yan army on the city wall three or four meters away. Beside this dwarf, there were already more than twenty Yan soldiers holding bows and arrows. They all had deathly smiles on their faces, and the big bows in their hands had already been strung with sharp arrows. The arrows glowed with the light of death, pointing directly at the Jin army on the tower ladder!
The dwarf smiled and said in Chinese: "Isn't it very brave? Why don't you rush? How about this? I will count to three and start shooting arrows. You can come up and fight, you can turn around and run for your life, or you can jump Go down, one..."
The Jin troops on the tower ladder turned around almost reflexively and rushed towards the gate of the siege tower. At this moment, two guys fell off the tower ladder because of their excessive movements. Amidst the screams, the dwarf shouted in Xianbei dialect: "Fire the arrow!"
