For an hour, after the black warrior dropped thousands of corpses on the steep slope, someone finally climbed to the top. After climbing the steep slope, it was a flat ground. It was only sixty or seventy steps from the edge of the steep slope to the Tucheng of Xifengkou. When you rushed up the steep slope, the archers of the black warrior could fight back. After paying such a heavy price, they attacked. Naturally, the black warrior would not give up easily.

The first black warrior who showed his head was hit by three arrows on his face. He didn't even have time to shout out the killing sound of himself, but rolled backwards. After rolling for half a circle, the feather arrows on his body pressed against the ground. The body no longer rotated but slid down. The black warrior behind had no time to dodge, so he could only step on the body of his companion and rushed over.

When he rushed forward, his body could not control himself and threw himself to the ground, but he avoided two flying feather arrows. He looked back and wiped his back. The flying feather arrow shot over his comrades behind him. One of the feather arrows was rubbed against his helmet. He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his helmet. At the moment when he was stunned, a feather arrow shot on his forehead and a feather arrow shot into his eye sockets.

The man was not dead for a moment, and the wailing sound seemed to shatter even the clouds in the sky.

The black warriors behind him were not too concerned about helping people up, and those who fell down were regarded as dead.

With the first one, there was a second one. The black warriors rushed up the steep slope one after another and began to speed up towards the Tucheng. The black warriors behind them carried the cloud ladder and stumbled up. The dense feather arrows sent the soldiers carrying the cloud ladder one by one to hell. The black warriors who came up later grabbed the cloud ladder from their bodies and continued running forward, one after another.

A black warrior soldier who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old was lying on the ground, with his butt sticking out, holding his head in his hands and shouting, the veteran who led him died in front of him, and an arrow was shot deep in his head. After being shot, he tried to pull out the arrow. The eyes were still covered with bloodshot lines.

The young black warrior was lying beside the veteran howling, and he didn't dare to rush forward any further. The Heiwu North Court camp had not had a war for many years. Who dared to resist them when they bullied those weak tribes? They were familiar with massacre, but not familiar with fighting. The border troops of Daning would not take care of their unfamiliar performance on the battlefield, and would only send them to hell faster.

"stand up!"

A black martial lieutenant kicked the young man's butt with a high raised height. The young man fell to the ground. Before he could stand up, his lieutenant was lifted up with leather armor: "Go forward!"

The young man held his scimitar and ran forward while crying.

"Believe in the Moon God!"

The captain pointed at the Tucheng in Xifengkou in front of him with a scimitar: "The moon god will protect us and kill all the Ning people!"

The young man shouted hoarsely: "The Moon God will protect me!"

puff!

A feather arrow shot into his heart, and the young man running forward suddenly felt his body lighter, as if something was taken away by a feather arrow in an instant. He stopped and looked at his heart, and then the pain spread to his mind. He threw away the scimitar in his hand, holding the feather arrow in his hands and trying to pull it out. The second feather arrow shot through his arm, nailing his arm to his chest, the third feather arrow flew over his face, and a bloody mouth was drawn out on his face. The arrow with blood continued to fly forward and penetrated into the neck of the captain behind him.

When the captain fell down, he pounced on the young man. The two fell together. The captain turned his head and looked at the young man. The blood in his neck was spraying out one after another, while the young man gradually lost his breath.

"Ten arrows substitute!"

Chen Leng held his iron-tied bow in his left hand, and there was a quiver hanging on his back. He shouted loudly as he walked: "The enemy's life is not as good as the arrow of Daning, Jingui, aimed and shot, and rushed from the high slope to the city wall for only a few dozen steps.

It’s all men far away, so no one can say that they can’t ejaculate themselves!”

Wang Kuohai pulled the bow and shot the arrow. He also used an iron-tied bow, which was about the same weight as the one used by Shen Leng. His arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs. When he pulled the bow, the muscles on his arms were bulging one by one.

"General, can you see if I shoot so well?"

Wang Kuohai let go, the feather arrow flew out, and then put a black warrior to the ground.

"The general often watches you shoot, come on, see how I shoot."

The soldier next to him shouted, Chen Leng was a little surprised. Although it seemed that there was nothing wrong with this, why did he just feel that he was so vulgar? Chen Leng glared at the soldier: "What do I often watch him cum? He often learns how to cum with me!"

After saying that, I felt even more terrible.

It was a very serious battlefield, and the atmosphere changed after he shouted a few words.

Whoosh!

A feather arrow flew over to Chen Leng. Chen Leng cursed and pulled out an iron feather arrow and shot it out of the city. A black warrior was shot to the ground. It doesn't matter whether it was the black warrior who shot the arrow, the black warrior who died.

"The black warrior will not stop."

Chen Leng walked and shouted, "They knew that Your Majesty was at Xifengkou. You all understood what they wanted to do. I don't know what Meng Chang'an would say to you at this time. With his taciturn nature, he probably didn't say anything. Anyway, he just did it. But what I want to say is that the city walls in the northern border of the people of Daning have never been a city wall, but us!"

Chen Leng fired another arrow, and the black warrior outside fell down.

"No matter how strong the city wall is, it will be broken. The moment when the soldiers in the northern border of Daning were not knocked down, there was no before, no now, and there will be no future!"

He fired an arrow again, shouting as he walked, "Your Majesty, right behind us!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Chen Leng stopped at the mercedes and released one arrow after another: "Let the black warriors know what fear is. I have led troops to fight everywhere, fought against the Western Regions, fought against Qiuliren, and fought against the Bohai people, but I have never dared to brag in front of you, because you are fighting against the black warriors! In my heart, the most powerful Daning Border Army is you!"

"kill!"

The soldiers were all excited, and the feather arrows were released one by one, and the black warriors running outside fell down one by one.

"Change!"

Chen cold shouted loudly.

The archers who had already prepared behind rushed up. After countless drills, the Daning Northern Frontier Army cooperated with each other. Meng Changan had already sharpened them into the sharpest knife. Now the person holding this knife is Chen Leng.

Under the city wall, in a pavilion, the emperor sat there looking over his head, and the feathered arrows of black warriors flew over the city wall and fell down. From time to time, a muffled sound came from the top of the pavilion.

The emperor glanced at Xu Jushan standing next to him. The young man's face turned a little pale. The first time he saw the cruelty of war was in northern Xinjiang. He probably wouldn't be able to recover for a long time in the future.

"Now I understand why I have been saying that scholars should not look down on soldiers."

The emperor said slowly: "Scholars should be used to govern the country, but without them, can you govern civil affairs with peace of mind?"

Xu Jushan bowed his head: "I also practiced martial arts when I was in the academy, but just when I was on the city wall, I panicked now and then I understood how these rough-looking men killed the enemy and defended the country. I used to think that my courage was not inferior to anyone, but now I know that I am too far away."

"I brought you here just to let you see the soldiers

It’s not easy, compared to them, what else can’t stand your troubles? You are still young. Although Lai Cheng left you in the cabinet, I will still put you in the local area for training in the future. Without the experience and experience of being an official in the local area, you will not understand what the people really need. If you have never seen the battle on the battlefield, you will not understand what the soldiers really need. If you do things in the cabinet, you will not be enough to allocate and sort out the memorials every day."

Xu Jushan leaned over: "I remember."

With a bang, a feather arrow poked on the pavilion pillar. The emperor stood up and pulled out the feather arrow and looked at it: "The feather arrow of the black warrior is barbed, vicious. When I was young, I led their feather arrows like this. More than thirty years have passed, and the feather arrows have not changed for more than thirty years and have not improved. What's the terrible thing about the black warrior?"

He threw the feather arrow aside: "I never believe that Feng Shui will turn around, I only believe that if I strive for self-improvement, the strong will always be strong, and the strong will not give up on themselves. Can Feng Shui be transformed?"

Xu Jushan let out a long sigh: "Enhance self-improvement, and the strong will always be strong."

On the city wall, a cloud ladder leaned over, and the black warriors below roared to vent their anger. They tried their best to push the cloud ladder to the city wall, while Ning Jun on the city wall pushed the cloud ladder out with a long scratch hook.

The black martial archers behind did not aim at it at all, but just rushed the feather arrows one by one to the city wall like crazy. The feather arrows on both sides collided in the air, and Ning Jun's pressure became increasingly greater.

The ladder was pushed down, and three or four black warriors were photographed underneath when they fell to the ground.

More black warriors were crowded under the city wall, relying on the number of people to stabilize the ladder, crowded with them, and looked from above and down to the bottom.

A Ning army soldier poked his body out and shot the feather arrows at the base of the city wall. He then released two arrows. The feather arrows of the black warrior hit him. His body shook and fell from the city wall before he fell to the ground. The black warrior's scimitar was slashed down densely, and soon the person was cut into pieces.

"Put the wolf's teeth to shoot!"

Shen Leng shouted violently.

The wolf teeth hanging on the city wall whistled and fell. Each wolf teeth were about six feet long. The layer below was covered with iron sheets, which was extremely heavy. The most terrifying thing was that there were one foot long iron nails on the top, densely packed with nail tips facing down. The moment the wolf teeth fell, it was destined to be bloody and bloody.

Three or four people were hit hard by a wolf tooth. The nail penetrated from the top of the head and could pierce out from the chin. When the wolf tooth was pulled up, there were still bodies hanging on it, shaking like a hanged person, but this was much more cruel than hanging. The iron nails that were hanging on the corpse were not ropes but wedged into the head.

The wolf teeth hanging outside the city wall fell neatly, and then the Ning army soldiers began to pull the wolf teeth up and rose to a high place. Suddenly, they released the rope, and the wolf teeth slapped again.

Blood splashes, and minced meat.

The wolf teeth patted was pulled up again, and the black warriors who rushed up from behind jumped up frantically and used a scimitar to chop the ropes hanging with the wolf teeth patted. They watched the wolf teeth patted higher and higher, and watched the brains or minced meat sticking to the iron nails slide down and fall on their faces.

The crazy black warrior had red eyes. When the wolf teeth were put down for the third time, the fear was still wailing. Some people died immediately, and some were still struggling. The black warrior behind him jumped up desperately, relying on his own weight to press the wolf teeth to prevent Ning Jun from rising up again.

Some wolf teeth can't be pulled up. The wolf teeth, which had few people, were raised up and raised to a high place. Spears were stabbed out. The black warrior standing on the wolf teeth were poked out countless blood holes.
Chapter completed!