Chapter 313, White Heat

"Ah..."

After the second wave of attacks, followed by the third wave of attacks. The Forbidden Autumn Army did not even leave any time to breathe. From 5,000 people at the beginning to more than 20,000 people now, the dense crowd was piled up under the city. A stone or a body of the rosefinch army at the head of the city was thrown down without aiming. , it is sure to hit a few forbidden autumn soldiers, but until now, the tools for defending the city, whether it is stone or round wood rolling oil, have been greatly reduced and become rare, but under the continuous attack of the forbidden autumn army, these things still have to be used.

After the third wave is the fourth wave. At this time, in addition to more than 10,000 relatives standing behind Yang Xiaobing, the Qinqiu army almost threw himself into the war. Among the generals, in addition to Yang Xiaobing standing in place, even Hu Zhijun has waved a big knife to the city in person.

And the rosefinch side also went from the beginning, led by Huang Zhen, a general, to a general, and finally came to Huang Wenhui, the general, to fight in person.

When the war entered the end of the third wave, these large city guards on the wall near the southwest corner were finally gone, leaving only bows and arrows. However, even the arrows were few, not as they were collected as before. Every shot was like a sudden rain in the sky, covering a piece of sky dark, but Handed over to some selected archers, most of the soldiers pulled out their weapons and fought hand-to-hand with the forbidden autumn soldiers. In the blazing fire, each of the rosefinch army stood at the head of the city like a nail, firmly resisting the forbidden autumn army who wanted to climb to the top of the city. Even if they died in the battle, they would never take a step back.

The city is in people, and the city is lost!

It was Huang Zhen who defended this wall, who had fought from more than 3,000 people to more than 1,200 people left. Although they were tired to death because they could not get rest, they were still firmly nailed to the wall. Even if the attack of the Autumn Army was like a storm, they would never take a step back.

However, they are all iron-clad will, indestructible, but their bodies are not iron-clad, so there are also fatigue and negligence.

At the head of the hot sand city, a long howling suddenly sounded, which was so loud that it overshadowed other sounds on the battlefield.

Huang Zhen turned his head and saw that Xiao Jiahua, the first thousand-rider under his command, almost split a forbidden Qiu soldier who attacked him in half with a knife. He roared and rushed forward with two knives to cut off a forbidden general who had just exposed his head on the wall, but completely ignored another ladder that had climbed into the city. The soldier with his head stabbed a long gun in his lower abdomen.

This is a game of both sides, and even a life-saving game. Huang Zhen, with sharp eyes, can see that when Xiao Jiahua jumped over, his body was already half red and bloody, dripping along his way to the outer edge of the city wall.

Huan Zhen was shocked. After picking a forbidden soldier off the city, he strode forward, stretched out the long gun, and went to the long gun rack that was stabbed Xiao Jiahua.

"When..."

The two shots intersect, and a vibration came. To Huang Zhen's surprise, the long gun was not bounced away, but Huang Zhen's own long gun was shaken and almost hit his own forehead.

And the long gun remained unchanged. When Xiao Jiahua's two knives were still some distance away from the forbidden Qiu army who climbed to the top of the city, they pierced Xiao Jiahua's lower abdomen and actually picked up Xiao Jiahua.

With the long gun, a man rose from the ladder. His face was white and clear, about 40 years old, wearing a robe, which looked so conspicuous on the battlefield.

"Hu Zhijun..."

The person who slowly rose from the ladder was Hu Zhijun, the number one general under the command of Yang Xiaobing, the owner of Mengqiu City. This man was famous in the battle with the Rosefinch Army. All the generals in the Rosefinch Army were almost more familiar with this person than themselves, but they recognized him at a glance.

Seeing that it was the first general under Yang Xiaobing's command who came to the city, Huang Zhen only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and instantly to the top of his head. Qiu Fang even dispatched Hu Zhijun, and this war was almost at the end.

Looking at Xiao Jiahua, who was picked up by Hu Chengjun on the long gun, Huang Zhen only looked at it, and even suppressed his fear. With a long howling, he shook the long gun as a long stick and hit Hu Zhijun's long gun.

Hu Zhijun didn't look at Huang Zhen's long gun. He still held Xiao Jiahua in his right hand and stepped onto the head of the city from the ladder--Xiao Jiahua, who was held by the long gun, was already out of breathless and less, and the muscles on his face kept twitching. Obviously, it was extremely painful--the left hand stretched out casually and turned out layers of guns. Huang Zhen's barrel was accurately caught in the film.

"Huang's shooting method!" Hu Zhijun said lightly, "Call your father to come, but you can still block me. You are far from it!" As soon as his hands trembled, Huang Zhen only felt the pain in his hands holding the long gun. The long gun was abruptly pulled out of his hand by Hu Zhijun, and Huang Zhen's palms were wiped blood.

As soon as the long gun broke away from Huang Zhen's hands, it immediately hit Huang Zhen's chest, which was more than twice as fast as Huang Zhen's shot just now. But Hu Zhijun still didn't look at this side, as if Huang Zhen was just an insignificant ant. As long as he gently put his foot on it, he could die.

Although Huang Zhenyou is young, his martial arts skills have been promoted to the realm of heaven. Among the young generation of the Rosefinch Army, it is only lower than Xiang Yuanfei's free heavenly realm. The first-hand shooting skills are also amazing, and he is also slightly famous among the young generation, but this time he is under the command of Yang Xiaobing, the owner of Mengqiu City. Hu Zhijun, the number one general, has reached the third realm of spiritualization at the spiritual level, which is four realms higher than Huang Zhen.

The two martial arts can't be said on the same day.

Although Huang Zhen's martial arts skills are high, compared with Hu Zhijun, he is equivalent to a big man and a baby. Although he shot fast, in Hu Zhijun's eyes, the speed of the long gun movement is still as slow as a snail, and the trajectory of the operation is clear at a glance. Hu Zhijun can naturally grasp it as soon as he reaches out his hand.

But Huang Zhen couldn't stop Hu Zhijun's backhand attack. He clearly saw the handle of the gun hitting his chest, and he also wanted to dodge, but his body's movements were so slow that he couldn't keep up with the people. He could only watch the long gun hit his chest.

This is really a lack of strength!

Just when Huang Zhen thought he was going to die, he suddenly felt that his body was light, and he was picked up by the collar and cast back.

"When..."

Huang Zhen heard the sound of two weapons intersecting in mid-air. The sound was not loud, but the vibration was very loud. Huang Zhen only felt that his ears were numb, and the sound was like a silk thread drilling into his ears.

The person who lifted Huang Zhen was clever. Huang Zhen just turned around in mid-air and fell on the top of the city. What came into his eyes was a familiar back.

The bright yellow robe is tall and strong, and his long hair is not tied, but casually scattered behind him. Only from behind, the whole body is full of a rough and heroic spirit.

"Father!" Huang Zhen was shocked and didn't expect that it was his father Huang Wenhui who saved his life.

"Go somewhere else, just leave it to me!" Huang Wenhui did not look back, but just a faint sound came into Huang Zhen's ears. Now in the Rosefinch Army, except for Xiang Fang, no one dares to give him his back when facing Hu Zhijun.

"Father..."

Huang Zhen was shocked. He knew that Huang Wenhui's martial arts skills were two levels lower than Hu Zhi's army. In the past fights between the two, Huang Wenhui was not the enemy of Hu Zhi's army in terms of personal force. In the Zhuque army, perhaps only Zhong Zhi and Hu Zhijun were equal. He only hated Zhong Zhi for being a traitor.

"Go!" Huang Wenhui seemed to know what Huang Zhen was going to say, but he interrupted Huang Zhen's words and said lightly, "You can't get involved even if you stay here!"

Huang Zhen pondered for a moment, and finally looked at his father, then gritted his teeth and turned his head to other places.

Hu Zhijun has been standing silently without disturbing Huang Wenhui and his son talking, and the Zhuque Army and the Forbidden Qiujun at the top of the city seemed to have a tacit understanding, leaving within a foot of the two people.

It was not until Huang Zhen left that Hu Zhijun slowly smiled. He looked at Huang Wenhui and shook his head gently and said softly, "You are not my opponent!"

"Are all the opponents the same!" Huang Wenhui said lightly, "Does General Hu think there is a difference?"

Hu Zhijun was stunned, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He said lightly, "That's right!"

Both armies have almost thrown their troops on the battlefield, and both sides have reached a critical juncture. At this time, it is already a decisive battle. Even if the martial arts are invincible, they still have to work hard.