The guards protecting the Lord tried their best to protect Yu Chen and retreated. Yu Chen gradually felt that his left arm was as cold as ice, and his nerves were no longer under his control.
"How are the siege engines?" Yu Chen turned around to look at the situation behind him. The barbarians in front of him were pressing hard, and there was no way to escape.
"There's only one left!"
"This kid Du Ping really lived up to my expectations..." Yu Chen laughed out loud, the curve of his lips rising.
"My lord, hold on! The prefect has sent reinforcements!"
Seeing that the siege machines were destroyed, the barbarians were even more angry and ashamed. The troops who were attacking the city turned around and came back to support them. The momentum seemed to kill Yu Chen and the others before they would be willing to do so.
Seeing that the barbarian soldiers were all attacking Yu Chen, Governor Liu quickly mobilized the only 20,000 soldiers and horses in the city to kill him and go to support Yu Chen.
But compared to the 60,000 to 70,000 soldiers of the barbarians, they seemed a bit outnumbered.
Yu Chen felt more and more exhausted, and the hand holding the sword refused to obey. The blood on his left arm had already condensed into dark purple blood clots. A long white breath came out of his mouth. Yu Chen knew that he was still alive.
The barbarian war drums thundered, and the barbarian soldiers seemed to have heard the order to advance and attacked even more crazily.
Yu Chen stepped on the corpse and retreated. The guards around him fell one after another. He knew very well that he might die on the yellow sand in the sky today.
The sky is getting brighter, the smell of the early morning is so strong, and there is a ray of light rising from the side. The sun has come out, and the blood-red wheel is slowly coming over time.
Breathing becomes heavier and heavier, with a hint of suffocation floating in the air
Bang, bang, bang...
Every beat was so real, hitting the heart violently, the shouts of death slowly disappeared, and all I could see was the gritted teeth of those people fighting, the beating of war drums...
Yu Chen felt like a feather. The last guard beside him fell, and he fell down with him, lying on the ground full of corpses. The rich smell of blood filled the air.
It seemed that every second was like ten seconds. The barbarian soldier slashed at him with a knife. The movement was so slow, it was like a slow-motion playback. The ferocious face and ferocious eyes were cutting on his body like a knife.
Tens of millions of knives
Whoosh——
A feather arrow shot over, and the barbarian soldier fell down spitting blood.
Arrows shot over like raindrops, and the barbarians who were attacking him fell one by one beside him.
Yu Chen turned his head, but it was as real as a dream——
The white gauze is fluttering, and the tall white war horse's front hooves are raised high, just like the woman in the dream, and it seems that she can smell her faint fragrance again...