Chapter 293 City Break

The cold wind was piercing, freezing the blood-soaked soil in the city into stiff mud, and also hung a thick layer of frost on the damaged wall.

At the head of the city, Yang Yanzhao and others stayed up all night. Listening to the sound of the horn that broke the silence, their hands grasped the cold wall tightly, and their red eyes stared at the camp of the Khitans.

Is this going to start again?

Everyone doesn't know if they can see the next sunrise, but the war is about to break out. What they can do is to grasp the bow and knife in their hands.

Before dawn, the Khitans swarmed up again, as if they wanted to do their best to bring Yunzhou City, which was originally a thing of exploration, into their hands.

The battle unfolded again, and the dense Khitan soldiers clung to the wall, which made Yang Yanzhao tired of the emergency. The steel gun in his hand kept running over the head of the city, and the long guns flew countless Khitan soldiers, sprinkling blood in mid-air.

Han Qiuping threw down the bow in his hand, turned his head and looked around. He found that there was no arrow in the head of the city. He couldn't help exclaiming, "Your Excellency, we have no arrows."

The arrows have been used for a long time. Some of the materials used just now are still the materials searched around the city last night. Hundreds of people have been made overnight. Now the Khitan cavalry has not gone out, nor have they shot arrows at the head of the city. Naturally, Yang Yanzhao has no arrow.

"Give me the sword, kill!"

Turning his head, Yang Yanzhao roared. Hearing this, Han Qiuping held Wu Bin's sword in both hands and shouted and rushed forward to slash the Khitan soldier who climbed up from the ladder.

In the distance, Yelu Xiuge rode a horse and stood beside Yelu. Since the beginning of the attack, he did not say a word. Looking at Yunzhou City, which seemed to be defeated by a blow but still could not be attacked for a long time, his face became more and more gloomy.

His subordinates attacked the head of the city several times, but after holding on, he was killed back by the other party. Those Song soldiers were really desperate. What's more, their bodies had been penetrated by several knives, but they still held stones to break the ladder full of people.

If in peacetime, Brother Yelu Xiu would say that the people are not afraid of death, then the country will rise. But now, these soldiers who are not afraid of life and death are blocking his pace of progress and killing his people in Daliao, then these people must die!

The sun gradually arrived at noon, sweeping away the cold and bleakness of the morning, and the blood was all over the sky in the sound of killing. For Yelu Xiuge, this was a struggle before the death of the trapped beast, but it was this desperate resistance that made him lose thousands of soldiers.

"Remove the soldiers and use the throwing car and crossbow car!"

Yelu Xiu said in a low voice. If it hadn't been for capturing the enemy commander alive, how could he let his soldiers die like this? He would continue to use a catapult and a crossbow. In half a day, the whole Yunzhou city could be razed to the ground.

He sighed. For a long time, Yelu nodded obliquely. Seeing this, Yelu Xiu Ge's relatives hurriedly horn to stop the army. The loud horn penetrated the noisy sound of fighting, which seemed particularly loud before heaven and earth.

Above the top of the city, Yang Yanzhao wiped a sweat all over his face, and the blood in his hand suddenly left a red on his face, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He stared at the Khitan camp in the distance, trying to find out why the other party suddenly withdrew.

"Your Excellency, they are going to smash the city wall with a catapult and a crossbow car!"

Under the city, dozens of catapults were used a few days ago, but the number has doubled. The Khitans are not good at attacking the city, and they go to fight like the wind. They will not bring these heavy catapults and crossbows. These seem to be obtained from the Song Dynasty.

Later, I saw tens of thousands of Khitans riding north. It goes without saying that this is looking for stones. Seeing this, Yang Yanzhao's lips bit deeper, and it was faintly visible that blood flowed through his teeth.

Yunzhou City has long been dilapidated. How can it stand the bombardment of these catapults? It seems that it can't stand it.

"Your Excellency, please let the last general take the Zhenxi army out of the city to kill the enemy!"

With a gritty face, Dianxu said hummingly. At this moment, he also saw the use of the Khitan people. He took a long knife full of blood in his hand and came forward to Yang Yanzhao for orders.

Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it's better to go out and kill happily. Even if he is killed, he is also a loud seven-foot man!

And the Zhenxi army is a cavalry, and they are going to die. Of course, they are also going to die when they ride a horse to kill.

As soon as he said this, everyone was silent. Although the sunshine in the early winter in the north was a little warm, it could not melt the sadness in everyone's hearts.

A cold wind blew, and my heart was even colder.

Yang Yanzhao did not turn around, and his voice was a little hoarse. He whispered, "Go ahead, General Dian, you go ahead."

He nodded solemnly, and Dianxu turned around and raised the long knife in his hand. "Brothers of the Western Army, follow someone on horse to kill the enemy!"

"No!"

There were only two or three hundred people left in the western army of the first battalion, but this sound was still amazing. With Dian Xu, he hurried down the head of the city, removed the stone that resisted the fragmented city gate, crossed the horse, and walked up straight and slowly outside the city.

Out of the gate, Dian Xu turned his head and looked at Yang Yanzhao. After a while, he turned around and raised the long knife in his hand in mid-air, and the soldiers behind him pulled out their long swords.

"Kill!"

Under the shouting of killing, the war horse hissed and flew to the camp of the Khitans. On the head of the city, Xiao Muchun squeezed his cracked lips and whispered for a long time, "Sir, my subordinates also ask you to go out of the city to kill the enemy!"

"Please go out of the city to kill the enemy!"

At the head of the city, all the people came out in unison. Yang Yanzhao shook his head and said in a low voice, "Brothers, there is no need to worry. This is a battle belonging to the Zhenxi Army. We will fight later."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look down and see that the Khitan people naturally noticed the movement of Dian Xu and others. The strange thing was that they did not send a large army forward, and only hundreds of cavalrymen were fighting.

The war horses are galloping, the swords are shining, and the two groups of people and horses are quickly killed together. Although this is a battle of less than a thousand people, it is no less intense than the previous battle of tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, everyone stared at the cavalry fighting in the open space in front of the city. Even the palace girl in the carriage lifted the curtain. The beautiful eyes stared at Dian Xu and others who rushed over and over again, and couldn't help sighing.

"Zhenxi Army, kill me!"

On the war horse, Dian Xu split the oncoming Khitan man, raised the long knife in his hand and roared again. On the body of the knife, the blood slid down and in the soil, and the blood-stained soil was trampled on by the horseshoes that followed later.

For a moment, the momentum was unstoppable, and the Khitan people in that battalion were killed in chaos.

In the distance, Brother Yelu Xiu's face turned pale and threw the horse whip to the ground fiercely. With a low roar, the five hundred most elite palace guards around him who had not moved went out.

After cutting down two people in a row, Dian Xu looked at the approaching palace guard and recognized their identity. He couldn't help laughing, "Haha, brothers, we could kill him 2,000 palace guard that day. Today, this Khitan dog is naturally not enough to plug your teeth. You have to do it as soon as possible, or it will be late. Don't blame others. People!"

With that, he rushed out first, and the Zhenxi Army, who had more than 100 people behind him, also laughed and followed him, like a moth to the fire, but he was firm and unrepentant.

At the head of the city, since the battle with Dapengyi, many people also understand the status of the palace guard in the Liao Dynasty. Now the strong palace guard is attacking, isn't Dianxu in danger?

Thinking of this, Han Qiuping and others couldn't stand up. They took weapons and wanted to go down to the city to help fight, but as soon as they took a few steps, they were stopped by Yang Yanzhao. "Shuck, no one is allowed to go!"

"Adult..."

Han Qiuping's face was full of worry and anxiety.

"I have already said that this is a battle of the Zhenxi Army, and no one can help it. Otherwise, it is disrespectful to the brothers who fight under the city."

Hearing the words, Han Qiuping kicked the corpse of the Khitan at his feet with resentment. Later, he walked to the edge of the wall, suppressed his anger and watched the rush under the city.

"Zhenxi Army, kill me!"

I don't know how many times this is the slogan that Dian Xu shouted. The arm holding the long knife was sore and numb, and the blood-stained knife had also been rolled up.

The cold wind blew, and it was a pungent smell of blood.

Taking a few breaths of breath, Dian Xu rushed to death again. With more than a dozen people left behind him, he rushed to the palace guard of hundreds of people. In the faint winter, the figure wrapped in the horse's hoof looked extremely thin.

On the ring lock, there was blood. Dian Xu held the horse and was about to look back. At this time, he found that all the subordinates behind him had left him, and immediately looked up and laughed loudly.

"Cough..."

The blood overflowed along his mouth and wiped it randomly with the back of his hand. Dian Xu raised the long knife in his hand again, and the hoarse voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"Zhenxi Army, kill me!"

His legs clamped the horse's stomach hard, and the war horse, which was connected with his heart, dug its hooves, and once again rushed forward with Dian Xu, continuing the battle belonging to the Zhenxi army.

"Puff!"

The burly body fell down, and the blood in Dian Xu's mouth couldn't stop overflowing. He stood up from the ground after eating, and the long knife in his hand was raised again, "Zhenxi Army..."

Before he finished speaking, several long knives were inserted into his body, staring at him, and Dian Xu slowly fell down.

"Brothers!"

"Brother Dian!"

......

At the head of the city, Xiao Muchun and Han Qiuping all exclaimed with tearful eyes, and Yang Yanzhao took a deep breath, "Now, it's our battle. For the Song Dynasty, brothers kill!"

After saying that, he pulled a steel gun and flew down the top of the city. On the other side, less than one battalion was stunned, took weapons one after another, ran down the head of the city, and rushed out of the city.

"These people are warriors, Han Yin, remember to bury them afterwards."

Yelu Xiuge said in a low voice. As a warrior in Daliao, he respects these Song soldiers who are not afraid of life and death. Although the enemy and our camps are different, this does not hinder the respect that the brave should receive.

This is a battle without suspense. Even if Yang Yanzhao was extremely brave, a long gun turned into countless remnants, killing the surrounding Khitan people.

"Fighting arrows!"

Looking at Yang Yanzhao, who was getting closer and closer, like a god of murder, Brother Yelu Xiu turned his head and looked at the motionless carriage, gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Your Majesty, you can't."

On the one hand, Yelu hurriedly said to stop him, but he was so angry that he dared not say anything again.

Countless crossbowmen gathered forward, and the Khitans who were fighting began to retreat. With an order, countless rain of arrows flew out.

Suddenly, the screams continued and suddenly turned into a massacre, but even knowing this, the Khitan people were even more shocked, because under the rain of arrows, these crazy Song soldiers still held swords and cut at them.

"Instor, I will follow you to kill the Khitan dog in the next world!"

When the words fell, Xiao Muchun, who had been following Yang Yanzhao, raised his long sword in his hand and rushed to the Khitan man holding the crossbow in the distance, shouting, "Kiedan dog, you Grandpa Xiao is here. You have the guts to kill me..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and several arrows were inserted into his body. After a while, the familiar figure of Yang Yanzhao fell down.

"Brother Xiao!"

He roared, and Yang Yanzhao's red and swollen eyes were about to bleed. He turned his head and found that Han Qiuping was also shot and killed by the Khitan bow and arrow. Suddenly, his anger attacked his heart, and the breath around his body was released without cover.

The helmet cracked and flew to the ground. The long hair was scattered, and the wind was automatic. The blood-red eyes were full of chilling murderous intent. Even if they stood still there, they were like demons in the abyss of hell, which made people afraid to move.

What's more, the Khitan people fell to the ground under Yang Yanzhao's angry eyes, and even the crossbow in his hand was shaking. For a moment, no one dared to attack.

"Kill!"

Seeing this scene, Yelu Xiuge rushed forward, bent his bow and took an arrow, and shot at Yang Yanzhao.

The feather arrow suddenly turned into flying debris in front of Yang Yanzhao. Later, Yang Yanzhao, who had been motionless, suddenly moved. Several virtual shadows appeared in front of Yelu Xiuge's horse, and a long gun hit him with the momentum.

"This..."

I felt the terrible momentum coming from my face. Brother Yelü Xiu, who had experienced a hundred battles, was also shocked and turned pale. **'s war horse had already knelt to the ground and trembled.

"Well, you should go. In this way, who can stop you?"

A sigh sounded out of thin air, and it was the jade hand. In this way, it dragged Yang Yanzhao's steel gun. Behind him, there was a remnant of tomorrow's shadow. The pleated halo echoed the round of the round sun in the air, which was a little eye-catching.

With a cold face, Yang Yanzhao understood that what he had been worried about still happened, but at this moment, even if the mysterious girl had great ability, he would kill the Khitan dog.

Quickly take back the point steel gun, the true qi of luck all over the body. In an instant, the true qi visible to the naked eye forms a flame-like spearhead at the head of the point steel gun, blowing bitterness, stirring up countless dust, and pressing the door of the palace girl.

The latter did not dare to be careless. He slapped Yelu Xiuge dozens of feet away. Then Qianqianyu hurriedly typed a few fingerprints. The cherry quickly read the formula, and suddenly the light and shadow of the tomorrow behind her increased several times, wrapping all her body in.

"Bum!"

A muffled sound spread in everyone's ears. The voice was very soft, as soft as the palm of the hand gently slapped on the wooden case, which seemed to be completely different from the previous terrible momentum.

Just as everyone felt unbelievable, the steel gun turned into powder and drifted away with the wind. Yang Yanzhao spit out a mouthful of blood and flew back.

Maybe the Khitan soldiers didn't understand the blow just now, but Yang Yanzhao clearly felt the strange but powerful power released by the palace girl.

That force is soft and warm but irresistible. It seems that he can completely restrain the true qi in his body in an instant. At this moment, Yang Yanzhao only feels that he can't lift a trace of strength all over his body, and the meaning is more and more blurred. Is he going to die?

Did you die like this?

In the depths of memory, Chai Qingyun, Luo's girl, Ba Mei, Pai Feng, He Yu... Faces emerged one by one, and gradually became more and more distant, and finally could not be seen at all.

On the other side, the saint of the witch religion, Zuo Po's face was pale, and she bit her lips tightly, supporting the swaying petite body. She looked at Yang Yanzhao, who fell in the distance, with a drop of tears hanging in the corner of her eyes, and sighed again.

This sigh caused a mouthful of blood to spit out. Suddenly, she also fainted and was unconscious.