Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 65

This is the most tragic fight that Zhang Zhao has experienced since traveling!

Blood flowed wantonly down the ramp near the city wall, stumps, broken arms and broken bodies were everywhere.

A soldier's stomach was cut and his intestines were exposed, but he was still fighting desperately.

A Zhongyun warrior was already lying on the ground, bloody and bloody, but he was still using a short knife in his hand to frantically stab all the foot poles he could get his hands on, no matter whose it belonged to.

The wild bear who rushed to the front was the most injured. His armor had been broken into pieces, and small pieces of armor leaves kept falling to the ground.

The round-bladed ax in his hand had already been replaced by a thick-backed broadsword with a sharp edge full of notches. Every time he took a step forward, a warrior Zhong Yun would be chopped down or squeezed off the city wall by him.

Zhang Zhao's horse lance was also gone. He was holding his own horizontal knife in his hand. This magical weapon made of tool steel was also broken with many small gaps.

Only the bright light armor on his body was still strong. Even after fighting hard, relying on this golden armor, Zhang Zhao hardly suffered any penetrating injuries.

"Boom!" A hammer hit Zhang Zhao's head, making him dizzy for a while.

Although the head is covered with linen, and the phoenix-winged helmet has a shock-absorbing design of later generations, the person who swung the hammer was a strong man from Zhongyun, and he was very powerful. His skull was dented.

Seeing that the second blow was about to hit him again, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath, and rushed towards the strong Zhongyun with all his strength, sweeping the horizontal knife in his hand like a whirlwind.

'Crack!Puff! 'The horizontal knife first cut off the shaft of the strong man's hammer, and then cut through the armor of the opponent. Blood mixed with colorful things immediately spewed out from the breach like a flood.

"Zuo Dudu! Zuo Dudu is dead!" Following the fall of the strong man, the warriors in the Zhongyun palace tent on the opposite side panicked. It seemed that this Zuo Dudu must be the bravest warrior among them.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhang Zhao leaped onto the city wall, chopping wildly with the horizontal knife in his hand again.

A palace tent warrior who retreated a little slower was bleeding all over his body after being cut by him, and the rest of them protected Zhongyun Wang San Poba and retreated to another platform that looked like a beacon tower, making the final defense.

Zhang Zhao originally wanted to take the opportunity to chase after him, but suddenly felt guilty. After fighting for less than half an hour, he was exhausted.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to catch his breath, Zhang Zhao looked back. From the bombed left gate to the section of the city wall, there were hundreds of corpses lying all over the road. Behind him, Yan Jin and others had already followed.

The loss is a bit big!Zhang Zhao at least saw more than a dozen of his own people lying down, but the loss of Zhongyun's warriors was even more terrifying. Among the 200 people around San Poba, at least close to a hundred were gone.

fuck you!Zhang Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood. Didn't the ancient army lose 15.00% casualties and collapse if [-]% casualties?

Nearly half of the casualties were so fucking dead, 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?Zhongyun Wang Sanpoba couldn't figure out where this ruthless person came from?

The fighting power of these sixty or seventy soldiers far exceeded his imagination.

Although there are at least thousands of soldiers in the neighboring big countries, such as the Kingdom of Khotan, the Gaochang Uighurs, and the Guiyi Army, but those who fight so tenaciously, are so brave, and are so willing to sacrifice their lives in terms of momentum, absolutely cannot many.

Why can his palace tent warriors be so tenacious?Because his little Zhongyun Kingdom is actually a country shared by these three hundred palace tent warriors, and the rest of the small hundred thousand tribesmen are actually his and these three hundred palace tent warriors' slaves.

In other words, these warriors are not protecting Sanpoba, but protecting his own property, life and future. Otherwise, how could Sanpoba not be annexed by any of the surrounding families by relying on these three hundred warriors?
But the soldier on the opposite side is obviously here to ask for money!What are you working so hard for money?You can ask for half the price!How can anyone think of robbery as a war to destroy the country?

While the two sides were resting for a short time, the Zhongyun warrior settlement in the distance of the palace tent was full of voices. It turned out that the warriors in the North City had finally put out the fire. Dozens of warriors had finished their preparations and were rushing towards this side!

Seeing this, Sanpoba, who originally wanted to spread his wealth, calmed down.

His three hundred palace tent warriors were distributed according to the pattern of two hundred inside the palace tent and one hundred outside the northern city.

That is to say, although the warriors in his tent had lost 100 people and were almost beaten to pieces, the [-] warriors in Beicheng hadn't been killed yet, and their fighting power was still there!

"The eagles under the snow-capped mountains! Hold here, the Prime Minister on the Left and the others are coming soon. Mud City is our home, and we can only protect our family if we fight to the end!" San Poba saw the right moment and began to cheer loudly.

"As long as these thieves are killed and scattered, I will give away half of the treasury's treasures and reward everyone!"

"It's really a tough nut to crack! Blow the horn! Yan Jin, the warriors who came over to defend the North City, Yan Jin, Dunzhu and Manxiong, are going to stand shoulder to shoulder with me and chop off the dog's head of King Zhongyun!"

Zhang Zhao grabbed a piece of flax cake that was still bloody and swallowed it, then took another sip of beer, and Pan Quan blew the sound of the bull's horn. This was his last arrangement.

. . . .

Yangma City!Hearing the sound of ox horns, Bai Congxin rode his horse over suddenly, and chopped off the left rear prime minister Zhong Yun who had tied him up with a knife. This guy wanted to attract merchants from Yangma City, but he killed and scattered his attendants and caught him.

After hacking Zhongyun's left and right prime ministers to death, Bai Congxin held up his horse and looked at the merchants in Yangma City who were talking about it.

There are 600 people here. Although there are not many armors, at least they have weapons, and some of them are not weak in combat.

"Following the order of the captain! I'm recruiting 100 people now! Only 100 people! After the Zhongyun palace tent is laid down, the cloth, food, wine, silk and satin will be sold at half price, whoever gets it!"

The merchants in Yangma City looked left and right and looked at several leaders. They heard the big explosion just now, and some people even saw the city gate flying up. Obviously, these people outside were about to succeed, but King Zhongyun was still waiting. There are hundreds of soldiers!
"Boldless dog slaves! You don't know how to vote if you give you a chance?
Prime Minister Zhongyun's left rear was killed in Yangma City, do you think King Zhongyun would thank you afterwards?Letting you all get out of here is a favor!The best choice for you now is to go with someone and earn a lot of votes! "

. . . .

On the banks of the Ruoqiang River, there is Zhang Zhao's last 20 people reserve team.

After hearing the sound of the whining horn, Yin Yaozi suddenly pulled out the horizontal knife quickly, and slashed at the anxious-faced Aruduo.

So fast!Even after the head flew into the air, the apprehension on Arodo's face still remained.

Following Yin Yaozi's swing of the sword, the rest of the regrettable soldiers also came out with swords and guns, and the six Ge Luolu people who led them all the way were decapitated in an instant!

"Loyal old man! Mr. Erlang is calling me, the matter is urgent! I will leave five people for you!"

After finishing speaking, Yin Yaozi rode on his war horse and galloped towards Muni City with a dozen soldiers on horseback!

　Thank you ZJM Mingshu friends for the five hundred rewards!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)