Fu Hong laughed and waved his hand: "I know Murong Chong. When he was a palace slave, I knew that this man was so proud of his achievements that he wanted face. In order to take revenge, he would definitely enter the city in person. If he hadn't entered the city in person, he would never be able to rule the city again.
My subordinates and all the troops are ordered to attack, I want to capture Murong Chong alive!"
As he spoke, he was the first to jump up, picked up his big bow, and shouted sternly: "Murong Chong, you are dead!"
Liu Yu's expression changed, and he jumped up to hold down Fu Hong, but he was still a step too late. As Fu Hong suddenly rose up, countless torches were suddenly set up on the surrounding city walls. Those who had been ambushing here for a long time
Six to seven thousand archers, like ghosts, rushed out from various hidden caves and hiding caves under the city wall. They bent their bows and set arrows one by one. Without even waiting for Fu Hongxin's order, they scattered arrows like raindrops.
Towards the Yan army in Wengcheng.
While the archers in the city were firing arrows, countless Qin army infantry were also killed within the walls of Wengcheng. These people had been lying in wait here for several hours, and even hid after being on duty during the day.
Here, they were looking for this opportunity for revenge. In this cold winter night, they stayed awake, eating or drinking, enduring in darkness and loneliness, just for this moment to avenge the death of tens of thousands of relatives and friends during the day.
A bloody feud of life and death!
Fu Hong's arrow came out of his hand, but was slightly blocked by Liu Yu's leap. It was originally aimed at Murong Chong's face, but due to a small disturbance, it deflected half an inch to the left.
The difference between left and right was a hair's breadth, a thousand miles. Although it was not so exaggerated, the arrow also deviated from its original trajectory. It did not hit Murong Chong's face, but hit his left shoulder with a "bang" sound.
This "Murong Chong" screamed, and Han Yan, who was opposite him, reflexively got under the belly of Murong Chong's horse. This guy who had escaped from danger countless times had a good understanding of danger.
His almost instinctive intuition and ability to survive are astonishing. Even in such a dangerous ambush, he still reacted immediately and hid in the safest place.
But "Murong Chong" who was riding on the horse did not have such good luck. His silver armor was too conspicuous, which made him the target of all the ambush soldiers. In just an instant, he was hit by at least a hundred arrows.
, together with the tall divine horse beneath him, became an arrow stack full of feathered arrows, which slumped down weakly, but just covered Han Yan's body.
When Fu Hong saw Murong Chong hit him, he burst into laughter. He wildly cocked the arrow and shot out one arrow after another. While shooting, he shouted: "The time has come for revenge! Kill Murong."
Chong, kill Murong Chong!"
Liu Yu sighed. He took out the big sword on his back and jumped into the city. With a "choking" sound, the Bailiansu iron sword came out of its sheath with the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring. With a shake of his left hand,
The meteor sledgehammer flew out of hand and hit a young Colonel Yan Jun who rushed out from the left and wanted to sneak attack. His whole face was deformed and the iron face was shattered into three pieces and embedded in his skull.
His head was beaten like a broken watermelon, but his body still took three steps forward before falling to the ground.
Outside the gate of Zhangcheng City, three miles away, Murong Yong looked calmly at the Wengcheng in the distance, where a fire shot into the sky, the cry of killing shook the heaven and the earth, and the sound of arrows piercing the air could be heard endlessly. Murong on one side
Her face was as soft as earth, and her voice was trembling: "General Right, is this an ambush? What should we do now?"
Murong Yong calmly shook his head: "Since it is an ambush, what else can we do? Today's night attack is obviously not successful. We can only let the people in the city wish themselves good luck and escape one by one."
Murong Rou said in surprise: "But, His Royal Highness King Zhongshan and General Han are all inside."
Murong Yong smiled slightly: "Your Highness Rou, you should be glad that it is them and not us who are trapped in the city now. All we can do is pray for them."
At this point, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said sternly: "Send the order, all the witches and blessings, now all do their magic for me, curse the Qin army in the city, and ask the souls of the ancestors to bless my officers and soldiers of Dayan, so that they can turn danger into safety!
"
As he said that, he jumped off the horse, took off his helmet, knelt on his knees, spread his hands, put them on top of his head, and then knocked his head to the ground: "Great ancestor of Xianbei, please accept your descendants.
Please pray for our compatriots to get through this crisis safely!"
Following his movements, the darkness behind him, like a tidal wave of tens of thousands of Yan troops, all followed the same example and began to dance like crazy with the witches and blessings, and began this blessing ceremony. There was mourning all around.
There were sounds everywhere, but Murong Yong's face buried deep in the ground had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "Liu Yu, you really didn't disappoint me, don't let Murong Chong go!"
Inside Zhangcheng Wengcheng, Murong Chong's eyes were full of fear. While cheering himself up in his heart, he started to squeeze towards the city gate. Just more than twenty steps away, he could see Liu Yuzheng looking like a crazy tiger.
Just like that, let go and kill. Where they jumped, the severed limbs and arms of the Yan army were flying in the air. At least three strong men who were known as brave generals in the army tried to step forward and fight this terrible god of murder one on one.
But no one can survive ten encounters. Although they have left more or less scars on Liu Yu's body, what they have lost is their entire lives. Until now, with their own eyes, they have seen
Only then did Murong Chong know how this guy who established countless legends in Feishui and Shouchun did those things. And it was not too late. At least he gave up defeating Liu Yu a quarter of an hour ago.
The only thought I have now is how to escape from this chaotic killing field.
But everything has advantages and disadvantages. This soldier's attire allowed him to escape the death disaster just now, but it also allowed everyone to recognize him as a real soldier now, not the King of Zhongshan. No one made way for him, no one made way for him.
To protect his safety, there were even several times when he was knocked down by other guys who wanted to escape from the city gate, and his life was almost lost.
Murong Chong gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go to hell!"
He threw away the long sword in his hand. In this melee in the dark night, this long weapon was almost useless. It could neither stab nor swing. Fortunately, he still had the golden sword next to him. It was as the leader of the Yan army.
, a symbol of authority, and far sharper than ordinary swords. As he slashed left and right like this crazily, six or seven people around him fell down, and he didn't know whether it was the Qin Army or the Yan Army.
, blood was stained all over Murong Chong's body, and his expression was already crazy, fighting a bloody path, probably this was what he was referring to.
This chapter has been completed!