Tan Shihuai was thinking about the future war in the camp, while the Han soldiers on the wall of Guzang County were blank-minded, and most of them had lost their combat effectiveness. Among the generals, Bao Hong was the only one who was still able to fight.
Reluctantly maintaining their consciousness, the Xianbei people attacked for the third time three hours after the first attack.
In other words, the Han soldiers guarding the city had been fighting on the city wall for three full hours, which had reached their limit. Therefore, Tan Shihuai was so confident just now, and the Han army no longer had the physical strength to resist.
This is not to say that the Han army is not tenacious enough. On the contrary, they can fight hard for three hours, which is enough to show their tenacity!
However, in such a high-intensity battle, they were gradually depleted of all their physical strength. Currently, they have reached a physical limit. They can't even lift the spears in their hands, so how can they fight?
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Zhang Xu had completely fallen into despair. Bao Hong stabilized his body, leaned down with difficulty, tightly grasped the spear on the city wall, and wanted to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not lift the spear.
An ordinary spear! Bao Hong panted violently, his chest heaved and trembled, and his arms were swollen and turned purple and black!
The Xianbei people once again launched an attack on the county seat. The counterattack they suffered was already negligible. They did not even encounter any decent attack. They already started to set up ladders and charged towards the city. The Xianbei people broke through the north gate for the first time.
They looked ferociously at the exhausted Han army on the city wall, waving their arc swords and rushed over. Bao Hong roared and charged forward!!
With no remaining strength left, he raised his head high and gave the Xianbei man in front of him a headbutt. His helmet directly hit the Xianbei man in front of him, causing his face to be covered with blood. Bao Hong kicked him in the chest, and the man flew directly out of the city wall.
Another Xianbei man next to him had just raised the arc knife in his hand, and the Qiang warriors who came to support him rushed over, threw him to the ground, and stabbed him randomly with the long knife in his hand!
When the Xianbei man fell to the ground, he also slashed the last knife at Bao Hong. Bao Hong had no strength to dodge. With the blood, his right leg was cut off directly, and Bao Hong fell heavily to the ground.
He was in pain but had no strength to moan. Zhang Xu retreated slowly and had already found a way out. Suddenly, someone slapped him hard from behind!
Zhang Xu was frightened and turned around quickly.
This person was Zheng Xuan. Zheng Xuan looked at him and shouted: "You don't know martial arts, hide quickly!!" After he said that, he suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist, made a strange sound, and headed towards
Zhang Xu was dumbfounded as he headed toward the north gate to kill. He watched with his own eyes as this normally smiling great scholar wielded the long sword in his hand and chopped down one enemy after another!
He was covered in blood and filled with murderous intent!!
"Vende Zhang Jun and Bao Jun!!"
I don't know when, people were already standing under the city wall. These were the knights and knights from Liangzhou. They held long swords and roared. They rushed up together with Zheng Xuan. Bao Hong refused to let the people defend the city. He
He thought that these people standing on the city wall would make the formation of the Northern Army chaotic, but after he fell to the ground, these knights and knights could no longer hold it in!!
They rushed forward with all their strength!!
Fight with the Xianbei people everywhere!!
They didn't know how to fight, and they didn't know how to form a formation, but their courage was no lower than that of any Northern soldier. They fought to the death with these Xianbei people. If they were defeated and stabbed, they would directly drag the Xianbei people towards them.
Jumping down the city, the Xianbei people who had just attacked the city were overwhelmed by this group of crazy Han scholars. Damn the Han generals, there are still troops hidden in the city?
Zheng Xuan protected Bao Hong who fell to the ground, and kept slashing with the Xianbei people around him with the long sword in his hand. Suddenly, a knife came from his back, "Pfft!", Zheng Xuan turned around suddenly, and a Xianbei man raised his head high.
He raised his long sword, but failed to strike because a sharp sword pierced his heart directly. The Xianbei man fell to the ground. Behind him was Zhang Xu!
"Zheng Gong's fallacy, among the people of Liangzhou, who doesn't know martial arts?"
Zhang Xu said slowly.
The city was in chaos. Cheri retreated to the north gate and helped Bao Hong up from the ground. Bao Hong was not dead yet. He was trembling all over. The cut on his calf was bloody and bloody, which made people unbearable to look at. Cheri withdrew his thoughts.
Wanting to carry Bao Hong to heal his injuries, Bao Hong said in a low voice: "Don't take me away, find me a flagpole!!"
Qilitu took down the Han army flag on the city wall. Bao Hong grabbed the flagpole with his left hand and said to Qilizuo: "Help me, tie my right leg to the flagpole!" Qilizu took him and retreated.
After taking a few steps, he tore off his bloody clothes and tied the flagpole tightly to his right leg. Bao Hong held the flagpole with one hand and pushed away Cherishe's support.
"I am not dead!! The city is not broken!!!!"
Bao Hong's hoarse roar spread out, and many Han soldiers who had been retreating in succession suddenly turned their heads. On a bloody flagpole, they found the commander-in-chief, a small military commander of the Northern Army. At this time, he was like a god of war, and his whole body was covered with blood.
They were all erupting with huge power. The soldiers' hearts seemed to be gripped by something, and they looked at the Xianbei people.
It was a devouring gaze like a wild beast. The Xianbei people were a little frightened. They had seen this look before. It was the gaze of a lone wolf on the grassland. It was cold and cruel. The next moment, these soldiers launched the last charge of their lives.
Bao Hong is still roaring at the top of the city. He has no strength to fight. He can only use himself to stimulate the morale of the soldiers!!
The Xianbei people were defeated again...
Scholars, knights, Qiang people, the Northern Army, and the border guards, plus a great Confucian and a poisonous warrior, defeated the Xianbei people's third attack alive. The Xianbei people were driven off the city by them. Zhang Xu shouted
He said: "Those who still have strength, pour boiling water!!" When the farmers carrying supplies for the Han army heard this, they rushed to the top of the city without hesitation. They held cauldrons in their hands, which were filled with water and were boiling.
Rolling!
When they reached the top of the city, they poured water directly downwards. The Xianbei people who were climbing the ladder were doused with scalding hot water and howled miserably. The large shields and shields could block the strong attack, but they could not stop the hot water.
Water, hot water dripped directly from the shield cover. The Xianbei people were in great pain. Bao Hong roared, and his throat could no longer make a sound!!
Si Fu hurriedly ran to Tan Shihuai's tent, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked in.
Tan Shihuai was lying comfortably on his side in the tent. Si Fu came in. Tan Shihuai slowly opened his eyes and asked with a smile: "How is it? The city has been taken? Help me up, I want to see it with my own eyes." Look at the generals guarding the city, who they are!"
Sifu stood motionless, his whole body trembling slightly.
"King...we failed to break the city, and the third column was also defeated..."