The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 792 City Wall Lost
Two days of calm passed, but it was farther and longer than the previous sunrise and sunset. Everyone was tense from the beginning, and later, they talked less with each other, only numb and tired face.

The soldiers who have never experienced war have reached the limit of their hearts to varying degrees.

Lin Qiaoyun looked at the sky, it was gray for several days, and the clouds covered the top, making it very uncomfortable to cover people, a cloak suddenly fell from her shoulders, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Qin Han standing side by side with her under the eaves, his face had been stubbled for days Clean up, it seems a bit vicissitudes.

"Two days..." Qin Han silently calculated the time and sighed softly.

Lin Qiaoyun also saw the exhaustion on his face, and handed him a water bag from his waist. The latter opened it and smelled it, and was taken aback, "Wine?"

"Well, drink something to warm up and let the brothers drink some too." Lin Qiaoyun stood still by the door and stepped onto the horse, "The Huns are used to the cold, and the prince of the Huns was injured. Their patience should be The limit is reached. I guess, after this rain, it's time for them to attack."

Only when we are in a battle situation do we realize that finding out the situation is actually a battle of hearts and minds. The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people, watching the stars and rain, and people are indispensable. As long as one's own state reaches the limit, it is time for the enemy to provoke war again.

An hour later, the drums sounded again from the city tower, foreign enemies attacked, all the soldiers on the city wall were ready, and the black Huns roared again.

This time, they stood tens of meters away from the gate of the city, and then, an old woman dressed in rags and covered in strange patterns stood up, raised her scepter in her hand, and began to point towards the sky Shouting loudly, speaking in a foreign language.

Although Qin Han didn't understand, he immediately understood the opponent's purpose when the first thunder rumbled in the sky.

The Xiongnu injured the two princes in a row, and the morale of the army was hit. They tried to use divine power to boost morale.

Apparently, this approach has been quite successful.

With the sound of thunder, the sky suddenly dropped bean-sized raindrops, and the Xiongnu soldiers moved in groups, excited, and roared to attack the city gate.

Seeing that the rain was too heavy and the fire attack would not work, Qin Han used the stone attack, but never thought that the opponent's stone attack would be faster.

The Huns lived outside the Great Wall all year round, and they did manual labor. They were strong and strong, and the power to swing boulders was more precise and powerful than that of ordinary people. Therefore, the city walls that were difficult for ordinary people to conquer were quickly hit by boulders.

"Everyone, defend the city gate!" Qin Han watched helplessly as his brothers were crushed under the boulder, but there was nothing he could do. In a blink of an eye, the drums started beating, the city wall fell, and the city gate could not be broken.

The Xiongnu moved up the ladder, and this time it was unimpeded. They waited directly to go up the tower, and fought with the Qingcheng soldiers. Compared with the Qingcheng guards who had never experienced fighting, the brutal Huns were naturally wild, and there were also soldiers in the battle. The honed skills and experience made Qingcheng almost powerless to resist on one side.

Afterwards, the first Huns entered Qingcheng, and more Huns entered. They attempted to attack the city gate from inside and outside, and started a fierce fight with the soldiers at the gate.

"Savage son of a bitch, I'll kill you! Kill!" Countless Qingcheng soldiers stepped forward bravely, a burning knife ignited a flame in their chests, burning away their fear and retreat.

The rain in the sky combined with the sound of weapons rubbing against each other is like a dirge that shakes the sky.

(End of this chapter)