This is the most brutal fight Zhang Zhao has ever experienced since time travel!
Blood flowed freely down the ramp close to the city wall, and broken limbs and broken bodies were everywhere.
A soldier's stomach was slashed and his intestines were exposed, but he was still fighting desperately.
A Zhongyun warrior was already lying on the ground in a bloody state, but he was still using a short knife in his hand to stab every foot pole he could get, no matter whose it belonged to.
The bear who rushed at the front suffered the most damage. His armor had been broken into pieces, and small pieces of armor leaves kept falling to the ground.
The round-edged ax in his hand has long been replaced by a thick-backed broadsword with a sharp edge full of gaps. Every time he takes a step forward, a Zhongyun warrior will be chopped down by him or squeezed off the city wall.
Zhang Zhao's horse sword has also disappeared. He is holding his own horizontal sword in his hand. This magical weapon made of tool steel has also been broken into many small gaps.
Only the Mingguang Armor on his body is still powerful, and despite fighting hard, Zhang Zhao barely suffered any penetrating injuries thanks to this golden armor.
"Boom!" An iron hammer hit Zhang Zhao's head, and his head suddenly felt dizzy.
Although the hemlock was made of linen, and the Phoenix Wing Helmet also had a shock-absorbing design from later generations, the person who swung the hammer was a strong man named Zhong Yun, and the attack was very fierce. If Zhang Zhao's Phoenix Wing Helmet hadn't been of excellent quality, he would have been able to hit it with just one blow.
His skull was dented.
Seeing that the second blow was about to hit him, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and used all his strength to rush towards the strong man Zhong Yun, sweeping the horizontal knife in his hand like a whirlwind.
'Crack! Puff!' The horizontal knife first cut off the strong man's hammer pole, and then cut through the opponent's armor. Blood mixed with colorful things suddenly spurted out from the breach like a flood.<
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"Captain Zuo! Governor Zuo is dead!" As the strong man fell, the warriors in Zhongyun's palace on the opposite side panicked. It seemed that Governor Zuo must be the bravest warrior among them.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhang Zhao jumped onto the city wall and struck again with the horizontal sword in his hand.
A palace warrior who retreated a little slower was slashed to the point of bleeding all over his body. The remaining people protected King Zhongyun Sanpoba and retreated to another beacon-shaped platform as a final defense. p>
Zhang Zhao wanted to take the opportunity to chase after him, but suddenly he felt weak. After fighting for less than half an hour, he was already exhausted.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe, Zhang Zhao looked back and saw that from the bombed left gate to this section of the city wall, hundreds of corpses were lying on the road. Behind him, Yan Jin and others had already followed.
The losses were huge! Zhang Zhao saw at least a dozen of his men lying down, but the losses suffered by Zhongyun warriors were even more terrifying. At least close to a hundred of the two hundred people around San Poba were lost.
Fuck you! Zhang Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood. Didn’t it say that the ancient army’s combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced if the casualties were 10%, and the army would collapse if the casualties were 15%?
The casualties are close to half, why don’t the other side kneel down and surrender?
He didn't understand why the warrior Zhongyun on the opposite side didn't collapse. King Zhongyun Sanpoba couldn't figure out where this ruthless person came from?
The combat effectiveness of these sixty or seventy soldiers far exceeded his imagination.
Although the neighboring big countries, such as the Khotan Jin Kingdom, the Gaochang Uighurs and the Guiyi Army, have at least thousands of soldiers, they are so tenacious, so brave, and so willing to sacrifice their lives in terms of momentum.
Much.
Why are his palace warriors so tenacious? Because his small Zhongyun Kingdom is actually a country shared with these three hundred palace warriors, and the rest of the small hundred thousand tribesmen are actually him and these three hundred palace warriors.
The slave of the tent warrior.
In other words, these warriors are not protecting him, Sanpoba, but protecting his own wealth, life and future. Otherwise, how could Sanpoba rely on these three hundred warriors to avoid being annexed by any of the surrounding families?<
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But... But the soldier opposite is obviously here to ask for money! Why are you so desperate for money? You can ask for the price in the middle of the fight! How can you treat robbery as a war to destroy the country?
While both sides were repairing for a short time, the Zhongyun warrior community in the distance from the palace tent became full of people. It turned out that the warriors from Beicheng finally put out the fire. Dozens of warriors were ready and running towards this direction! p>
Seeing this, Sanpoba, who had originally wanted to make money, calmed down.
His three hundred palace tent warriors are distributed according to the pattern of two hundred inside the palace tent and one hundred outside in the north city.
In other words, although the warriors in his palace tent have lost less than a hundred people and were almost beaten to pieces, the hundred warriors in Beicheng have not been killed yet, and their fighting power is still there!
"Eagles under the snow-capped mountains! Hold here, Prime Minister Zuohou and the others are coming soon. Muni City is our home. Only by fighting to the end can we protect our family!" Sanpoba saw the right moment and began to encourage loudly. "As long as these bandits are killed and dispersed, I will use half of the treasure in the treasury to reward everyone!"
"It's really a tough nut to crack! Blow the trumpet! Yan Jin, you lead the defense of the warriors coming from Beicheng, Dunzhu and Barbarian Xiong, prepare to join me and chop off the head of King Zhongyun!"
Zhang Zhao grabbed a piece of sesame cake that was still stained with blood and swallowed it. Then he took another sip of ale, and the sound of the horn was blown all over. This was his last arrangement.
Sheep and Horse City! Bai Congxin heard the sound of horns and suddenly rode his horse over. With one knife, he killed Prime Minister Zhong Yun who had tied him up. This guy wanted to recruit businessmen from Sheep and Horse City, but he killed and captured his attendants.
Stayed.
After hacking Zhong Yun's left and right prime ministers to death, Bai Congxin raised his horse high and looked at the busy merchants in Yangma City.
There are five to six hundred people here. Although there are not many armors, at least they have weapons, and some of them are not weak in combat effectiveness.
"According to the order of the captain! I am recruiting one hundred people now! Only one hundred people! After setting down the palace tent of Zhongyun, the cloth, grain, wine, silk and satin will be sold at half price. Whoever goes will get it!"
The merchants in Yangma City looked left and right at several leaders. They all 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
There are also hundreds of soldiers!
"Courageless dog slave! You don't even know how to do it if I give you a chance?
The Prime Minister Zuohou of Zhongyun was killed in Yangma City. Do you think King Zhongyun will thank you afterwards? It would be a mercy to just let you go away in peace! Your best choice now is to go with a certain person and get rid of him hard.
One vote!"
On the banks of the Ruoqiang River, there is Zhang Zhao's last reserve team of twenty people.
After Yin Yaozi heard the whining horn sound, he suddenly pulled out his horizontal knife quickly and slashed at Aluoduo, who had a worried look on his face.
The speed is so fast! Even after the head flew into the air, the look of anxiety on Aluoduo's face did not go away.
As Yin Yaozi swung his sword, the rest of the Hanshandu soldiers also came out with swords and guns. The six Geluolu people who had led them all the way were instantly dead!
"Loyal Lord! Mr. Erlang is calling me. It's urgent! I'll leave five people for you!"
After saying that, Yin Yaozi mounted his war horse and galloped towards Wuni City with a dozen soldiers!
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