3. Breaking Xunyang

Both sides of the enemy have to experience all kinds of dangers and hardships in the barren mountains and forests before they can fight together. No one can escape or change, because it was still 1043, and the next millennium will come. The war is still dominated by cold weapons. Sometimes the hostile two sides will fight for a desperate battle in an important area, even in the land of bullets.

Maybe you were sleeping by the bonfire the first day. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on the top of the city. The beat of the war drums echoed in the sky, and your ears were full of savage shouts and roars. The most vulgar language was also the most beautiful, wonderful and exciting at this time.

"Kick that dick and don't let him climb up the city"

"Don't fucking scream, I'll stick this gun into his asshole, kill it"

"Look, I killed someone, I killed someone"

"Buddha said: Don't kill"

"That's bullshit. Now listen to me: Fuck Buddha, I'm going to cut off this old and immortal dick."

The arrows swept over the top of the head with the most beautiful posture and rushed to the earth, one, two, and three. When they are too many to count, as dense as raindrops, the harvest of human life will be as simple as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

With just a plop, the body will be pierced, and the running people will roll and fall to the ground. The people standing in place will be dragged upside down and nailed to the ground. The people in the city will fall under the city. The people under the city will fall into the pile of dead people. There are hundreds of strange-shaped dead bodies floating on the moat, soaked in scarlet blood water. That's proof that they lived.

"Damn it, shoot the gun and kill the dick leader. Come on, come on, come on," the officer of the Song army on the tower shouted.

At the same time, the same shouts will also break out among the attacking thieves under the city.

"I'll fuck him to death. Shoot the remaining twenty guns at that tower. Shoot at the same time. Shoot me fucking. Shoot the asshole of the dog. I'm going to fuck..."

With a bang, the head of the head of the city exploded, and a large number of blood flowers splashed out of the skull, as brilliant as red flowers. Maybe the pain was really short. The world in front of him suddenly flashed, and his whole body shook up, slowly fell down, and fell down. The movement was as slow as a history of human evolution...

With a flash of fire, more than 20 bullets from hell flew in the smoke, ferociously and howled and rushed to the tower.

In an instant, the doors and windows of the city tower were broken, and the bloody wind blew in, cutting into the human body like an ice knife.

The next moment, a mass of blood fog rose on the body of the Song army officer, one group of flowers, more than a dozen.

The people in the tower were all killed by the volley of the muskets under the city. The morale of the horse thieves was greatly boosted, and they raised their shields and steel knives to climb the ladder again.

One person fell down, followed by another, another, one...

The lives of the horse thieves are really worthless, just like the life of the ants. In order to rush to a pile, more than a hundred people died, but as long as one person successfully climbs up, victory will come.

This is war, and sometimes a person will decide the winner.

Zhang Hai held a shield in his left hand and a chain hammer in his right hand. He turned over and jumped into the city. His eyes were full of blood. It was eyeball congestion caused by extreme anger, which was a murderous look.

When he appeared at the head of the city, the inspection not far away made Zhu Baoqiang stand on the gate building and open his eyes in horror, making a tiger-like roar from his mouth, suddenly waving the steel whip in his hand and shouting:

"You guys rushed over and killed that bastard. I want you to crush his balls and remove his bones."

"Yes, my lord"

More than a dozen soldiers around Zhu Baoqiang rushed over with shuttle guns in the blink of an eye, trying to kill Zhang Hai there.

What is a shuttle gun? Is it just sharpening the head of a wooden stick? No, that's a dick. The real shuttle gun used by Song Jun is a three-foot three-inch three-inch killing weapon. The head of the gun is like a shuttle, made of fine steel, and it can kill people within dozens of steps.

What is small is life, life is flesh and blood, and flesh and blood need to fight.

Zhang Hai was as cold as an iron man at the mouth of the stack, constantly resisting the attack from the left and right sides. Song Jun's knife and axe hands rushed at him crazily, and he smashed them out of the wall with a chain hammer.

More than a dozen death squads rushed at him to hold him and die together. He waved the chain hammer fiercely to knock them down one by one.

The shuttle gun came, with the call of death. Zhang Hai flashed gently, and the first one penetrated into a dead body under his feet. The second one followed closely. Zhang Hai suddenly squatted down, and the fierce wind brushed his scalp and flew over.

When the third one came, he had nowhere to hide, so he had to block it with a shield.

With a cuckling sound, the shield was torn apart. He quickly loosened his left hand and rolled away. He leaned his back against the cold wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

More than a dozen of Zhu Baoqiang's own soldiers have rushed over.

The person running in the front is bare-handed, as strong as a cow, and is about to jump in front of him.

Zhang Hai just touched another shield from the ground, and his left arm was raised to protect his head. The strong man's heavy punch arrived, and he smashed Zhang Hai out five or six steps away with a bang.

The blood in his chest rolled, and his eyes turned bright and dark. Zhang Hai struggled to stand up, but the strong man had already rushed to him and was about to pick him up and strangle him to death.

"Brother, we're here to save you"

In the blink of an eye, five people jumped in from the mouth of the stack. They ran to the corner of the city wall and were meeting the strong man who picked up Zhang Hai.

While talking, five people put out knives at the same time and stabbed the sharp tip of the knife into the strong man's body.

"Ah, ah, ah"

The strong man screamed and waved his arms to force the five people out, with five bloody knives inserted in his body. Knowing that he was not long ago, he moved towards Zhang Hai step by step, trying to strangle one person before he died.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hai had already taken a breath of relief. When the strong man approached, he jumped up from the ground, waved the chain hammer with both hands and hit him on the top of his head.

With a bang, the strong man's head was broken, the red and white flesh and blood flew in all directions, and the walls on both sides were dyed red. Finally, the headless strong man stopped and fell to the ground.

"Kill, Xunyang is ours"

After the crisis, Zhang Hai roared and gathered with the five people, and then fought with more than a dozen people who rushed over, blood for blood and teeth for teeth.

The steel knife cut off the arm, the shuttle gun pierced the body, the chain hammer smashed the person, and the shield hit the opponent.

Just in the blink of an eye, more people climbed in from the mouth. Although they have no armor or swords, they have shields. They have hands and feet to pick up the enemy's weapons.

A larger-scale battle of flesh and blood began. The group of desperate horse thieves formed a regiment and formed an array. Zhu Baoqiang rushed to the gate tower, destroying and rampaging all the way, pushing all the Song soldiers who held knives and guns down the wall.

Maybe the victory will soon be known. Whether it is the death of the enemy or the death of me depends on luck and strength.

This is the third year of the lunar calendar. On September 3, Guzhou horse thief Guo Maushan, Zhang Hai and other thousands of people plundered the armor warehouse in Xunyang, northwest of Jinzhou. In that battle, half of the defenders of Jinzhou were killed, and the city of Xunyang was lost. A thousand sets of armor, 2,000 weapons, and a thousand guns in the armor warehouse were all taken away by horse thieves. This is the official statement. In fact, the loss is even greater.

When Feng Youdao, Zhizhou, Jinzhou, sent people to rescue him, he was ambushed on the way. More than 1,000 officers and soldiers were killed and injured. The remnants quickly retreated to Jinzhou City and could not be closed.

The price is huge, but the storm is yet to come.