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More and more Khitan warriors climbed up the ladder, and the defenders on the city wall began to become chaotic. The archers could not raise their heads to fight back, and after the Khitan warriors climbed up the city wall, their safety could not be guaranteed.
Although Zhao Da's body has not fully recovered, pretending to be a disabled person for more than a year has not made him truly disabled. His hands are still stable, and he is still familiar with killing people. But killing is not a one-time thing.
It is a very relaxing and comfortable thing, especially when you kill more than a certain number of people, you will still feel tired. Some people say that killing people must be addictive, because it is a kind of bloody excitement. People who say this may not have killed people before.
It's not certain whether what he said is correct, but what is certain is that the defenders on the city wall had been killed until they were numb.
The standard horizontal knife in Zhao Da's hand was once again full of gaps, and it looked more like a hacksaw. Sharpening the knife was a good job chopping wood, but Zhao Da had no time to sharpen the knife, let alone change it, because as long as
As soon as his hands stop killing people, countless people will come to kill him.
Zhao Da firmly believed that he would not die easily. He wanted to follow His Highness the King of Han to create extraordinary achievements. How could he die on the wall of Cangzhou so easily? For what he believed in, he even more
I have to persevere. The killing knife is no longer sharp, but his eyes are still as sharp as a knife.
There are still six Overwatch Council guards left beside him. These are the most powerful silver-clad among the six Overwatch Council guards. If the six silver-clad guards join forces, people like Ji Wuming may not be able to guarantee an easy victory. But in
In the endless killing, their energy and physical strength are being gradually worn away like a grinding mill.
A group of Khitan warriors who rushed to the top of the city screamed and rushed towards a dozen Han archers not far away. These Han soldiers, who only had a bow and a pot of arrows in their hands, could not stop the wolves and tigers of the Khitan.
Human close combat is an archer's nightmare. Only three or four archers had time to shoot their arrows, and the Khitans rushed in front of them. The scimitars drew cold arcs, cutting each one open.
Fiery flesh.
Blood is cheaper than rain, and the thin leather armor cannot stop the sharp scimitars in the hands of the Khitan people. Soon, these dozen Han archers were killed and trampled by seven or eight Khitan warriors.
With the bloody corpses still at their feet, the Khitans rushed towards the next group of Han people.
They were a group of unarmored Han Chinese, all dressed in black and with cold faces.
I don’t know why, but when the murderous Khitan warrior saw the seven Han men in black, his heart suddenly surged for no reason. Those seven people didn’t look ferocious, but why were they so cold and unpopular, more like
They are like soul-locking ghosts who came out of hell. The Khitan people may not necessarily believe in the underworld, but they definitely believe that the strong are respected. In their increasingly terrifying sight, the seven men in black appeared neatly
, start killing simply and directly.
These Han men in black kill, their movements are not fancy, not beautiful, simple and even a little rough. Their movements are mechanically precise and concise, every blow will hit the vital point, never wasting a penny of effort. If you can kill with one blow, you will never waste it again.
He used his strength to strike a second blow. Unlike other soldiers who killed people who were often in pieces, the corpses that fell at the feet of the men in black looked very complete, not even bleeding much.
To cut the throat and trachea, it is not necessary to cut the artery.
To kill someone by piercing the heart does not necessarily mean cutting them in half.
Their killing hands were so steady, just like their steps. The seven people formed a small formation that didn't seem to have any mystery but was surprisingly powerful, killing people step by step.
Six or seven Khitan warriors only lasted for more than ten breaths before they were slaughtered. The seven men in black began to change directions and rushed towards the next crisis. Seeing that there were more and more Khitan people on the city wall.
, after a team of hundreds of people had gathered, Zhuo Qingzhan knew that he could not wait any longer.
He shouted loudly, and the Cangzhou County soldiers hiding on the horse road roared and killed them. These days of fighting have already transformed these county soldiers. Survival of the fittest, those who can survive are all elites. The five of them form a small team.
, began to kill the Khitan warriors who climbed up the city wall. With the support of nearly a thousand county soldiers, the pressure on the city wall suddenly eased. Zhao Da led the guards of the Supervisory Yuan to kill people as they walked, killing from the east.
west, and then fight back from the west.
Finally, all the Khitan warriors who climbed onto the city wall were killed. The first echelon of reserve soldiers did not go back, but spontaneously stayed on the city wall. Zhuo Qingzhan found him under the protection of five county soldiers.
Zhao Da, his hands are still trembling a little, but the horizontal knife in his hand is tightly grasped. Killing people is actually nothing. If you can bite someone to death, you can naturally hack someone to death with a knife.
Obviously, the latter is much easier.
But the Khitan offensive would not stop because of the increase in the number of defenders on the city wall. On the contrary, their offensive became more fierce. Because they knew that there were not many Han people defending the city. Now that the reserve team had come up,
Is it still far away from killing them all?
The number of people lost by the two-man army was not too many. The Khitan people can often inspire stronger animality when facing bloody battles. The grassland people are a very contradictory nation. The more fierce the enemy's resistance, the more murderous they will be.
The heavier it gets. But if the enemy gains the upper hand, they are often defeated quickly. After regaining control of the city, Zhao Da and Zhuo Qing did not feel any relief in the battle. The Khitan people who climbed up like ants from the city continued.
Climb, and climb more and more.
After all the Khitans on the city wall were killed, the trebuchets operated by the Persians began to show off their power again. A new round of attacks began, and the Han soldiers once again huddled behind the battlements and did not dare to get up. The huge and heavy
The stone hit the city wall hard, causing the battlements to collapse and collapse, and then smashed the Han soldiers hiding behind into bloody pulp.
A Han soldier was pinned down by a huge stone. The half of his body that was hit has turned into a piece of bloody paper, while the other side still looks like a human being. The most miserable thing is that his head was not hit.
, so he is still alive in pain. Although his life is passing quickly, he has to face a difficult few minutes. This should be a kind of boundless fear. There is nothing in this world than waiting to die.
Something more terrifying?
Zhao Da walked over indifferently and cut the Han soldier's throat with a knife.
The soldier spit out a few blood bubbles from his mouth, and the expression on his face became relieved. He wanted to say thank you, but unfortunately, he couldn't say a word.
After the indiscriminate bombardment of dozens of boulders, the city wall was in dilapidated condition. More than a hundred people from the reserve team who came up were killed by this round of boulders, and not even a single corpse was left in the capital. And the Han soldiers are still there
There are less than 500 people alive. Nine out of ten people are not necessarily lucky to survive, because they will continue to suffer.
After the trebuchets stopped, the Khitan offensive came again. After the archers shot a few arrows almost in vain, the Khitan people began to emerge from the city wall. The first person to come up was not the lucky one.
, this is not a lottery, if it is, then what he won is the special prize, go to hell.
But there will always be the first one, otherwise how could the second one come about?
The brutal battle continued. The first echelon reserve team that came up lasted for less than an hour, and only more than 200 people were left alive. Zhuo Qingzhan waved his flag, and the second echelon reserve team rushed up. Then
The Khitans on the city wall were cleared again, and it seemed that the Han people had the upper hand again. It seemed like that, because they all knew that the advantage had always been with the Khitans.
As expected, as soon as the Khitans retreated, those trebuchet cannons began to unleash their power. Under the bombardment of those huge rocks, a section of the city wall even began to collapse. If this continues, maybe all the defenders are not dead yet, and the city wall may
A big gap will be made.
When the Khitan people attacked the city wall for unknown number of times, Zhao Da took a look and saw that there were only two people left in the Overwatch Council guard beside him. The two people who had been killed almost lost their strength, holding knives and mouthing big
Breathing heavily. No matter how strong and cold-blooded they are, there will be a time when they run out of strength. There are still many Khitans outside, and they can't kill them all even if they die from exhaustion.
I haven't eaten for nearly a whole day, and my hunger will infinitely expand the feeling of fatigue. The reserve team of the third echelon has also gone to the city. If we hold on for another hour, it will be dark, and there may no longer be a person on the city wall.
People who can breathe. Seeing his two men breathing heavily, Zhao Da suddenly remembered what His Highness the King of Han had said before.
Human life is nothing more than two words.
breathe.
To exhale means to take a breath, and to inhale means to take a breath.
Are you taking a breath now, or fighting for a breath?
Zhao Da suddenly smiled, no matter what, the Khitan people are holding their breath now anyway.
If you really die like this on the ruined city wall of Cangzhou, will you regret it? Yes! That's for sure. But if you have to hide and you can't escape, maybe you can deserve to die like this.
Zhao Da suddenly thought of another four words, national hero? These four words are not fun. People who are often called national heroes do not live long. Leaving a name in history seems to be a glorious thing.
, it is often better to live a long life in obscurity. Thinking about the days in the palace of the general, Zhao Da felt like the world has changed.
At that time, he was just a domestic slave, a slave who was not even as good as an ordinary farmer. But His Highness the King of Han was different from other masters. He did not treat his two brothers as slaves. Over the years, he started to become a soldier step by step.
Now that he has become the highest-ranking person in the military ranks of the Han Dynasty, shouldn't he be proud of himself?
The commander of the Overwatch Council, is he the pinnacle?
With a self-deprecating smile, General Zhao looked down at the city. It seemed that the Persians operating the trebuchets were also tired, and they must be eating. In the rare moment of respite, General Zhao sat down on the city wall and casually jumped on the city wall.
The horizontal knife with countless gaps was thrown aside, but he picked up a scimitar commonly used by the Khitans and held it in his hand.
There was no other reason, it was just that he really didn't have the strength to pick up the farther horizontal knife.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity to breathe, the people in the city spontaneously organized and brought hot meals to the city wall. There was no big fish or meat, steamed buns, or pickles, that was enough. The soldiers grabbed the white steamed buns with their hands.
, leaving a few dark or bright red marks on it, but they didn't care, stuffing it into their stomachs with big mouthfuls. Zhao Da took the hot steamed buns handed over by a little girl and said thank you.
Putting two pickles in the steamed buns, Zhao Da suddenly discovered that the most delicious thing in the world was this.
Seeing that Zhao Da was not polite at all as he put the steamed bun into his stomach in three bites, the little girl who served the food showed a beautiful tiger tooth and smiled. She took out the second steamed bun from the bamboo basket and helped Zhao Da carefully.
Putting two pieces of pickles on it, Bai Shengsheng's little hand dragged the steamed bun over and handed it over, as solemnly as worshiping the Buddha.
At this moment, all the previous doubts in Zhao Da's heart were wiped away. Just for this girl's clean smile, just for her solemn look, just for these two steamed buns, it was worth dying.
He remembered something that His Highness the King of Han often said, and now he finally understood the meaning of that statement. Everyone will die, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. It depends on how you choose.
Then go for the mountain, it can crush all the feathers under the city.
After a short and rare rest, the Khitans launched another attack. Obviously, the Khitans did not expect that the Han people in the city could hold on for a whole day. The sun would set in the west soon, and in their hearts
More anxious.
Why, the King of Nanmyeon Palace hasn’t come back yet?
You can see the billowing black smoke rising into the sky to the south of Cangzhou. Zhao Da saw it, Zhuo Qingzhan saw it, and the general Yelu Zhen who was responsible for commanding the siege also saw it. For both sides, there is a crucial point.
The important prince did not come back, so they all felt uncontrollable worry and panic.
"Mr. Han, you still...want to attack?"
Yelu Zhen asked Han Zhigu who was sitting by the fire and drinking milk tea. Although Han Zhigu was a Han, even the Emperor of the Liao Dynasty, Yelu Xiongji, respected him very much. Han Zhigu obviously stood by Yelu
Yelv Zhen is also on this side.
"attack."
Han Zhigu put down his tea cup and glanced at the dilapidated city. There was a very complicated emotion in his eyes. In any case, he was a Han.
"The cavalry sent out to meet the king also received no reply. I always feel something is wrong."
Yelvzhen said worriedly.
Han Zhigu sighed, stood up, and looked at the sky: "If...there is an accident, we may be able to survive if we capture Cangzhou. If there is an accident and Cangzhou is not captured, guess...we will be captured."
What has become of His Majesty?"
Yelvzhen was shocked and silent.
What else can it become? It's just a cold corpse. However, sometimes, it is difficult to preserve a complete corpse.
The Persians in the distance were still clamoring for processing money, otherwise they would no longer operate the trebuchet cannon. Han Zhigu frowned impatiently: "Noisy!"
Yelvzhen also felt that those money-grubbing Persians were distasteful, but they were still needed now. He listened patiently to the chatter over there, and his irritability became stronger and stronger. He stood up suddenly, strode over, and then
The Persian who spoke the most vehemently cut into two pieces with a knife, and then walked back without saying a word.
Han Zhigu glanced at him with squinted eyes and ordered the soldiers around him: "Go and tell the Huihui people that if they continue to chatter and make noise like this, only one person will be left to receive the gold. The others will be killed.
.”
The noise in the distance immediately quieted down, but the irritability in my heart did not diminish at all.
Yelvzhen stood up and signaled to continue the attack.
The two ten thousand troops who were rotated up gradually approached the city wall under the afterglow of the setting sun. The last Han garrison on the city wall, which was less than a thousand people, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns and held the horizontal knife in his hand.
.
Under the bloody setting sun, the killing started again.
The garrison on the city wall was gradually decreasing. Although they caused the Khitan people to lose more than 20,000 people, they had reached the end of their strength. The 300,000 Khitan army had great ambitions to go south, but they were left behind under the city of Cangzhou.
With so many corpses, they could not bear such losses. It is really unimaginable that if the Han people resisted like those guys in Cangzhou City, how many lives would it cost to conquer the Central Plains? At this time, the Khitan generals,
I finally realized that the Han people were not as weak as they thought.
As the Khitan offensive became more and more fierce, the number of defenders on the city decreased sharply. Zhao Da calculated that if they continue to kill at this rate, in less than half an hour there will be no one left on the city wall who can breathe.
The Han people. With such a tenacious defense of the city, the enraged Khitans would definitely massacre the people in the city. In other words, when all the defenders on the city wall died in battle, those people would also be buried with them.
Just when he was thinking about this while killing people, hundreds of young and strong people suddenly rushed up from the road. They were either holding wooden sticks or picking up weapons on the ground, fearful and trembling, but resolutely
Rushed over.
However, these people alone cannot defend Cangzhou City.
Zhao Da felt tired, really tired.
Suddenly, a cavalry team of about 10,000 people appeared from the left wing of the Khitan people. Like a sharp knife, it plunged into the Khitan infantry team attacking Cangzhou. The cavalry team ran into tens of thousands of people.
The people's army killed the unsuspecting Khitan infantry until they cried for their fathers and mothers. A general raised his head when passing by the city and shouted: "The Great Zhou Zhu Sanqi is here!"
This cavalry had just entered the Khitan army formation, and a more powerful, more domineering, and more fierce cavalry appeared on the right wing of the Khitan people!
This is a real cavalry team, they kill in silence, they are ruthless. They are like one person, perfect coordination, bloody killing, tearing the Khitan team to pieces in an instant.
A big blue flag was flying, with the Chinese character "Douda" embroidered on the flag.
Luo!
Zhao Da and Zhuo Qingzhan looked at each other, with unconcealable surprise on their faces. That's right, it's the most elite cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the tiger and the sharp cavalry are here!
The general who stood upright with his sword was none other than the Protector of Huben, Luo Xu!
Another cavalry group, like a roaring black dragon, arrived behind the Khitan camp, ruthlessly tore through the Khitan defense, and turned the Khitan camp upside down.
Zhao Da recognized that the cavalry that looked even scarier than the Tiger Knight Cavalry was none other than the Han Shura Camp!
Zhao Da kept searching, looking for the big flag embroidered with the character Liu.
He saw that big flag, like the tip of a horizontal knife, stabbing hard at the Khitan army!
Under the setting sun, the four cavalrymen destroyed the world like a landslide and a tsunami. (To be continued)
