The Yan army's assault began in the latter part of the night. After the two sides fought tooth and nail for an hour or two, the sky gradually began to turn white, and it would not be long before it would be completely bright.

Kashgar was surprised by the fighting power of the Liang army. He did not expect that such a small number of people could hold him back for so long. Although his side had the upper hand on the scene, it was never able to completely eliminate the Liang army.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Zhou Yang wielded a machete and slashed three times with a Yan soldier. The Yan soldier stepped back and became a little unsteady.

"drink!"

Zhou Yang turned around in a circle, slashed out with the blade close to his waist, and finally struck Yan Bing's waist. The Yan Bing covered his waist and abdomen and knelt down on the ground with a face of pain, and kept moving backwards.

As he moved, blood flowed from his waist, staining the rocks red.

"Pfft!"

Zhou Yang, who had a cruel look on his face, did not give him any hope of surviving and stabbed him in the chest again without hesitation.

"Huhu~"

After experiencing a fierce battle, Zhou Yang half-knelt on the ground with his sword in hand, breathing heavily. From the time when the Yan army rushed into the fort to the present, he had killed three Yan soldiers, and he also had two more soldiers on his right arm.

There was a scar, and now I no longer care to treat the wound.

The situation in the fortress is not optimistic. The number of the Yan army is more than twice that of the Liang army. In comparison, most of the Yan soldiers are veterans of the Northern Jin Dynasty, while many of the Liang army are new soldiers. Regardless of their combat experience,

Still, his combat power is much weaker.

"Kill!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Cries of killing filled the small fort, and the smell of blood permeated everywhere. Soldiers from both sides fell to the ground and died at every moment.

Many of the new recruits in the Liang Army faced the barbarians for the first time. Although their breathing was a little short, they were still resisting desperately under the leadership of the veterans.

Zhou Yang's gloomy face turned to the beacon tower, which was tightly controlled by more than a dozen Yan soldiers. Some soldiers wanted to rush in but were blocked back.

"Damn it, Lao Wu! Come with me!" Zhou Yang roared angrily, and ran towards the beacon tower with a knife.

Zhou Yang, who had experienced the Pingliao War, knew very well that if the war continued like this, no one in this fort would survive today. He could die, but he had to light the smoke and spread the news. No one knew how many Yan soldiers had sneaked in.

.

But there is no doubt that the war has begun.

A commander who was fighting in the battle circle was covered in blood. When he heard the shouts and turned his head, the commander immediately understood Zhou Yang's intention. With a move of his hand, a dozen soldiers gathered around him, and together they

Rush towards the beacon tower.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Zhou Yang attacked up the stone steps, waving his scimitar like crazy, his eyes were blood red. Not to be outdone, the Yan army fought back with crossbows and scimitars.

"Pfft!"

Zhou Yang stabbed the Yan soldier's chest with a knife, and the Yan soldier's blow before his death also struck Zhou Yang's thigh, and one could almost see the white bones.

"Hiss~"

Zhou Yang staggered and fell to his knees, then gritted his teeth and stood up again to continue fighting.

The entire battlefield was bloody. One of the new recruits was hit by an arrow in the waist and abdomen. Blood kept pouring from his mouth and he staggered a few times.

"Ah! I will fight with you!"

The recruit, who was only in his early twenties, threw himself upwards, using his body to block a few arrows that were falling head-on. He blocked a path of blood for the brothers behind him, and then he hugged a Yan soldier and let his body be slashed.

He was stabbed several times and never let go.

"Die!"

Under the desperate eyes of Yan Jun, the recruits rolled down the steps with him in their arms, and they fell to a bloody pulp.

"Ah! Kill! Kill you all!"

Zhou Yang's eyes were almost burning, and he rushed left and right in the crowd. The commander named Lao Wu and his men also rushed forward with all their strength. The Yan army who was hiding in the beacon for a while was beaten so that they did not dare to come forward.

Kashgar, who was fighting in the battlefield, noticed the situation here at the beacon tower. His eyes turned cold, and he led his men towards where Zhou Yang and others were.

In a few breaths, the Yan soldiers entrenched around the beacon tower were finally killed, and Zhou Yang suffered two more stab wounds.

Looking at the Yan army rushing around, Zhou Yang looked cold, like a bloody man. He turned to look at Lao Wu: "Send smoke! I'll stop them!"

Lao Wu didn't say anything nonsense, so he turned around and went to find Huo Zhezi. He was going to die anyway, so there was no need to say goodbye.

Zhou Yang limped to the stone steps with a knife in his hand. There were only three injured men left beside him. Most of the Liang army in the fort was also dead and wounded, and it was almost impossible to hold on.

"Brothers, let's go on the road together!" Zhou Yang only said one sentence and rushed into the battlefield.

"kill!"

Kashi held the knife and walked towards Zhou Yang step by step, raised the knife fiercely and said: "Boy, stop what you are doing, I will let you live!"

"Pooh!"

Zhou Yang didn't say a word, he just spat out saliva mixed with blood and tightened his grip on the scimitar in his hand.

"You are seeking death, don't blame me. Kill me!" Kashgar waved his machete and took the lead and rushed towards Zhou Yang.

"kill!"

The Yan army, which had an absolute advantage, instantly overwhelmed Zhou Yang and several others, and anyone who fell to the ground would be chopped into pieces.

"Chi~"

Lao Wu finally found the firewood, and a trace of flame splashed on the firewood. The fire gradually grew stronger, and thick black smoke began to emerge in wisps.

"Haha! It's done!"

Lao Wu laughed sadly, added a few more firewood, and threw all the firewood in. The firewood soaked in kerosene quickly turned from a wisp of flame into a raging fire.

"Pfft~"

A scream reached Lao Wu's ears. Lao Wu turned his head and saw that all the soldiers guarding the corpse were dead, and only Zhou Yang was still supporting him.

"Boss, I'm here to accompany you!" Lao Wu smiled ferociously and rushed out of the beacon tower.

Zhou Yang finally laughed out loud when he saw the wolf smoke gradually rising into the sky behind him, and then rushed towards the densely packed Yan army directly in front with the determination to die.

"Anyone who offends my land will die!"

"kill!"

Two thin voices rushed into the crowd.

…

On the beacon closest to Jiuluogou, two soldiers who had just woken up were standing on the wall of the village and stretching. They felt refreshed after a good night's sleep.

Just as the soldier was rubbing his eyes, he suddenly noticed wolf smoke and bright firelight rising in the distance.

His heart trembled, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously. After confirming that it was wolf smoke, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Enemy attack! Wolf smoke!"

The commander of the beacon stumbled out and the smoke that shot straight into the sky became clearer and clearer. The commander shouted without hesitation:

"Let out smoke! The entire army is on alert!"

"Woo~woo~"

"Wolf smoke!"

One after another, wolf smoke rose up in the vast land of clouds and smoke, and the huge gray-black smoke covered the sky.

…

On this day, more than 130 soldiers in Jiuluogou Fort were killed in battle, and no one survived.
Chapter completed!