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Chapter 278: Are You Really Going to Be Exhausted to Death?

"Kill! Kill these southern barbarians who can only hide in their turtle shells!"

The roar of the Northern Di cavalry mixed with the neighing of war horses exploded like thunder under the city wall.

They brandished scimitars, and the blades reflected a not-so-bright, but murderous cold light under the torches.

"Go to hell, you damned barbarian!"

The defenders of Xueyuan Pass roared as they attacked from the top of the city wall, with a determination to die.

An old soldier with a bloody face poured the boiling golden juice down, and heart-wrenching howls suddenly rang out from under the city, and the deafening shouts of killing echoed everywhere on the city walls.

Even the howling north wind seemed to be frightened by the murderous aura and became much weaker.

Now, both sides have completely gone mad with killing intent, and no one hesitates or retreats.

The Northern Di cavalry climbed up by stepping on the corpses of their companions, while the defenders killed the enemies who climbed up with spears.

Blood flowed through the cracks in the bricks of the city wall, almost forming a river.

They have only one goal: to take each other's life or die at each other's hands.

A young defender was pierced through the chest by a spear, but before he died, he held on to the enemy's legs tightly and fell off the city wall with him.

The soldiers on both sides had completely forgotten the time during the fighting. All they could see were the flashes of swords and the clanging of weapons.

Even Li Batian, who seemed to have endless energy, began to gasp for breath.

This iron tower-like man was now leaning on a scimitar, his chest heaving violently, and sweat sliding down his bronze skin, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

His saber had been broken in the previous battle, so he was now using a scimitar that he had snatched from the Northern Di cavalry.

There were Northern Di characters engraved on the blade, and the leather wrapped around the handle had been soaked in blood, making it slippery and uncomfortable to hold in the hand.

Li Batian felt that this thing was very uncomfortable to use. He often miscalculated the distance when chopping, and because of the curvature of the scimitar, he applied force incorrectly, which often resulted in him failing to hit people.

He spat in annoyance and watched another Northern Di soldier dodge his attack.

If the saber that had accompanied him for many years was still there, these bastards would have been chopped in half long ago.

Even so, Li Batian did not change his weapons.

While killing the enemy, the scimitar in his hand accidentally hit the city wall and broke into two pieces.

The broken tip of the knife flew out and almost injured the comrade next to him.

"Bad luck!" Li Batian cursed and threw the remaining half of the knife at an enemy who had just shown up.

Li Batian grabbed the other person's knife-holding hand and kicked him off the city wall. At the same time, he snatched the scimitar and chopped down an enemy soldier who had just climbed up the city wall.

The newly stolen scimitar was heavier than the previous one, and there was a barb on the back of the blade. Li Batian tried the feel of it and nodded with reluctant satisfaction.

The reason why they didn't change their weapons was because the Northern Di cavalry were tall, so their weapons were naturally larger than ordinary weapons.

The Great Zhou-style waist knife was like a toy in his hand, and it could not bring out his brute strength at all. Although the Northern Di scimitar was not easy to use, at least it was heavy enough.

On the other side of the city wall, Huo Qinghuang, who had been fighting for an entire night, slowed down his movements visibly.

Her silver spear was no longer as agile as a swimming dragon, and the red tassel on the tip of the spear was also stained with blood. Every time she drew her spear, she had to spend twice as much strength as usual.

At the beginning, no one could stop her shot. Huo Qinghuang was like a Valkyrie, leaving no trace wherever she went.

Wherever the silver spear points, the Northern Di cavalry will fall into the city and die.

But now, Huo Qinghuang's movements have slowed down visibly.

Her arms seemed to be filled with lead, and she had to grit her teeth every time she raised them. She was a little slow in drawing her gun several times, and was nearly hit by the enemy's machete.

Now, after each shot, he had to rest for a while with his spear. His beautiful face had long been covered with sweat, dust, and the blood of the enemy.

Just when Huo Qinghuang was resting, a Northern Di cavalry sneaked up behind her.

This cunning enemy took off his conspicuous iron armor and wore only thin cloth.

"General, be careful!" When the soldiers at Xueyuan Pass saw this scene, they hurriedly reminded anxiously.

The voice was so hoarse that it was almost broken, and it was particularly harsh in the chaotic battlefield. The soldier who shouted was covered in blood, and there was a deep wound on his right arm that could be seen to the bone.

When the Northern Di cavalry found themselves exposed, they simply stopped pretending.

He grinned, suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards Huo Qinghuang waving his scimitar.

The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound. If this blade hit the victim, even a god would be unable to save him.

This guy is not only a fresh force, but also has terrifying strength.

When he charged, his steps were as light as a cheetah, not at all as clumsy as the other Northern Di cavalry.

The soldiers around only felt that the attacker turned into a shadow and reached Huo Qinghuang's back in a breath.

Some people tried to stop him, but they didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Just as a few quick-reacting defenders raised their weapons, the other party had already rushed over more than three feet away.

"Go to hell!" The scimitar was raised high, but Huo Qinghuang didn't even react, which made the attacker feel proud.

His mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He seemed to have seen himself holding up the woman's head to receive the reward.

He could see clearly from the bottom of the city that countless Beidi warriors had died at the hands of Huo Qinghuang.

Those comrades who were brave and skilled in fighting in the past were as fragile as straw under the gun of this woman. Every time the silver light flashed, one of them would fall to his death.

If we can take down Huo Qinghuang's head, it will definitely be a great achievement.

Thinking of the gold and pastures promised by the Marshal, his eyes became red. This knife embodied all his life's learning, and the three key words of fast, accurate and ruthless were used to the extreme.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands and chopped down at Huo Qinghuang with all his strength.

Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.

Many Xueyuan Pass soldiers who saw this scene turned their heads away and dared not look anymore.

During the battle last night, they didn't know how many times Huo Qinghuang had saved them. If it weren't for her, at least half of the people here wouldn't be alive today.

The nearest person who could be rescued was more than ten steps away from Huo Qinghuang, and there were three Beidi cavalrymen between them. Even if he had wings, it would be too late.

Moreover, they also have their enemies.

Just as one of the defenders was about to charge forward, he was entangled by the Northern Di soldiers in front of him. He hacked and chopped like crazy, but he couldn't get rid of the enemy's entanglement.

There's nothing you can do except yell.

A feeling of despair spread among the defenders, and some even knelt on the ground, praying to God for a miracle.

It seemed that Huo Qinghuang would be beheaded in the next moment.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment and everyone held their breath.

But she just tilted her spear backwards nonchalantly.

This action seemed casual, but it was actually perfect. The arc drawn by the spear tip was breathtakingly accurate, as if it had been practiced thousands of times. The spear tip was aimed exactly at the Northern Di cavalry that was attacking her.

The Northern Di cavalry were horrified to find that the trajectory of their charge was exactly aligned with the tip of their guns.

His expression changed from elation to fear, and finally to disbelief. This change made all the defenders who witnessed it feel extremely relieved.

He used all his strength in this strike, and there was no way to dodge it.

His body continued to rush forward due to inertia, and he watched the cold star-like tip of the gun continue to grow larger in his pupils.

"No..." The scream only uttered half a syllable before it stopped abruptly.

The guy watched helplessly as he collided with the spear. The tip of the spear easily pierced his throat and came out from the other side.

Blood flowed down the gun barrel and dripped onto Huo Qinghuang's combat boots. She didn't even frown, but just sighed softly; "I can't even take a good rest."

Huo Qinghuang let go of his hand, allowing the man and his spear to fall onto the bluestone of the city wall, and then he went over to pick up his spear.

Everyone was shocked by this miraculous shot.

"General, you are so mighty!" Upon seeing this scene, the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass were all full of admiration.

Cheers spread across the city like a wave.

As expected of General Huo, killing the barbarians is as easy as eating and drinking.

Everyone was stunned. Such skills were simply amazing.

Unlike the cheering defenders, Chu Shizhao, although far away, immediately understood Huo Qinghuang's current situation.

His brows were tightly furrowed. As one of the few masters present, he saw things more clearly than others.

From the way Huo Qinghuang made the Northern Di cavalry fall, it can be inferred that she is almost reaching her limit.

That shot seemed easy, but in fact, it was a clever move. If Huo Qinghuang was in his prime, he would not need to use such a trick to deal with an enemy at the centurion level at most.

However, this is not a special case for Huo Qinghuang, it is the same for all the soldiers in Xueyuan Pass.

Chu Shizhao looked around and saw faces that were exhausted to the extreme.

The eastern sky was turning pale, and the sun was about to rise. This should have symbolized hope, but at this moment it only made people feel more exhausted.

Every soldier at Xueyuan Pass fought all night long.

Their armor was covered with knife marks and arrow holes, and their battle robes were soaked with blood and sweat.

Now, their hands holding the guns are weak and they don't have much strength at all.

The archers had stopped shooting long ago. They couldn't pull the bowstrings at all, so they simply picked up spears and fought the enemy together.

If it weren't for Zheng Yi's repeated morale boosting and Zhao Wenguang racking his brains to find ways to arrange rotations with limited manpower, they would have collapsed long ago.

A Northern Di cavalryman climbed up the battlement with a scimitar in his mouth. He saw three defenders pointing spears at him. He was ready to die, thinking that he would be stabbed into a sieve in the next second.

As a result, he just swung his sword casually and easily knocked the three spears in front of him off target.

The Northern Di soldiers themselves were stunned. The recoil force from the blade was incredibly light, and the arms of the defenders were as soft as noodles.

Although the soldiers from Xueyuan Pass on both sides also took the opportunity to attack, the long spears pierced his armor with only two dull tinkling sounds, leaving two shallow marks and causing no damage at all.

The Northern Di cavalry were ecstatic, it seemed that these defenders had completely exhausted their strength.

The corners of his mouth opened into a ferocious smile. Relying on his full body of iron armor, he rushed forward and slashed wildly, dancing the scimitar in his hand with great vigor.

He easily deflected the defenders' spears. A young soldier failed to dodge and a deep crack appeared on his shoulder armor.

The soldiers of Xueyuan Pass fought hard, but they had been fighting for too long and their strength was already exhausted, so even the most basic blocking movements became slow.

Someone gritted his teeth and fired a shot, but the opponent easily avoided it, and he staggered a few steps because he used too much force.

He had been holding on with his last breath, but now his momentum was suppressed by the Northern Di cavalry.

The breath was broken instantly, and the soldiers at Xueyuan Pass felt as if all the strength in their bodies was drained away in the blink of an eye.

The weapon in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Just holding the spear required all his strength, let alone fighting the enemy.

Just when the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass were in despair and thought they were doomed, a figure suddenly rushed out, raised his hand and threw out dozens of silver lights, heading straight for the Beidi cavalry.

Chu Shizhao had arrived at some point. His sleeves drew a graceful arc in the air, and dozens of silver needles poured out like a rainstorm.

A metal collision sound so slight that it was almost inaudible was heard, and dozens of silver needles hit the iron armor and bounced off, but a few of them slipped through the gaps and returned home.

The armored Northern Di cavalrymen trembled all over, covered their eyes in disgust, fell to the ground, and wailed non-stop.

His screams were heart-wrenching and his hands were pressing tightly on his visor.

Chu Shizhao seized an opportunity, grabbed the Beidi cavalryman's shoulder armor, dragged him to the location of the ladder, and threw him down the ladder.

This action is done in one go, so fast that it is dazzling.

The seriously injured Beidi soldier flew away like a cloud before he could react.

The people behind had just climbed up when they saw the Northern Di cavalry being thrown towards them, and subconsciously stretched out their hands to catch them.

The result was that the huge impact force knocked both of them over and they rolled off the ladder.

The two of them knocked over five or six people behind them like bowling balls, and the ladder suddenly became a mess.

Most of the Northern Di cavalry on the ladders were knocked down by these two men and rolled into a pile under the city wall.

One unlucky guy even fell directly on the tip of his comrade's knife and died on the spot.

Chu Shizhao took the opportunity to kick over the ladder. The heavy ladder fell down with a loud bang, knocking down several Beidi soldiers who were climbing up.

The Northern Di cavalryman who was first injured by the silver needle has stopped screaming, and blood is constantly oozing out from under his visor. It is obvious that he has died from the repeated severe injuries.

Beneath him, there were countless corpses piled up into a small hill.

The sun rose, and the morning glow fell right on the hill formed by the corpses.

The originally warm morning sun now only brought a cold chill.

Despite fighting for a whole night and killing countless enemies.

But in the direction agreed by Beidi, there were still endless crowds of people.

For the Northern Di people, these trivial matters were not serious enough to cause any serious harm.

But they were completely exhausted and could not fight anymore.

Although Zheng Yi still had some trump cards, Zhao Wenguang arranged for the five hundred soldiers and a few Ice Wolf Riders to rest when the battle was not so intense.

At critical moments, they can serve as a new force.

However, they only rested for less than an hour.

(End of this chapter)