Song Zhiwen's personal bodyguard roared and tried to stand in front of him. The falling rock was an unknown distance closer in an instant. The closest person to him was Zhang Ziwen. This even elegant and thin staff officer took a step forward without hesitation.
, facing the falling rocks and opening his arms, trying to block the weight driven by the machine and dozens of manpower with his flesh and blood.
The only thought in his head before taking that step was that Zhang Ziwen could die, but the general could never die.
The howling wind reached his ears, and Zhang Ziwen's arms that he tried to open were already trembling slightly, just like when he stopped the new Jinzhou General's cavalry that day.
"I am Zhang Ziwen of Jinzhou. I have studied literature and calligraphy and have also read two military books. I am willing to work behind the general's horse!"
The general sitting high on the saddle looked at this stubborn young man dressed as a scribe with great interest. The tragic battle that surrounded the north of the city has long been a household name in Jinzhou. In many local villages and towns in Jinzhou, every family joined the army together. This person
It's time to join the army... Could it be that he was an assassin who came to kill him?
Such thoughts were abandoned after a moment. The soldiers who accompanied him pushed the reckless young man from Jinzhou to the ground, and put a bright knife on his neck. With only Song Zhiwen's order, in such a remote place
Even if the local government killed a young man who blocked the road who was suspected of being an assassin, even if he informed the local government office in Jinzhou, no one would cause trouble.
"Why do you want to join the army?"
"I can't bear to see those barbarians wreaking havoc in Dayao's land!"
"Not afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that I'll die if I'm a coward!"
Then Song Zhiwen had a personal adviser beside him to handle many matters. He followed him to all the prefectures and counties in Jinzhou and then followed the team drawing maps northward into the grassland. During this period, he fell off a horse and broke his bones.
More than one, but not a single complaint.
"You will have no regrets with me until today?" he asked after tightening the bandage on Ziwen's arm.
"I have no regrets. I followed the general's horse and traveled to many places outside Jinzhou. Only those who can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles are called scholars."
He is really a scholar who seems not to be very smart...Song Zhiwen patted his forehead helplessly.
But such a scholar should not die like this!
A loud bang exploded at the top of the city. The rubble scattered all over the sky injured many Dayao sergeants near the top of the city. Among these sergeants were archers who were throwing arrows at the city. Although they had no defense, most of them were
Some minor flesh injuries. But the people standing at the top of the city are our Jinzhou generals. The people a little closer were cut like this by the gravel. The general who was facing the falling stone...
The guards were a step late. They should have formed a thick human wall in front of General Song before the rocks fell on the city. However, in order to better see the situation below the city, Song Zhiwen took a few steps forward. These guards
It was a little far away, so we could only see a thin figure blocking the way of the general who just raised his head.
It would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift such a falling rock, but it would be thrown down by a stone cart over a hundred feet away...
When they were searching among the broken bricks and tiles, they were all prepared to see two piles of horrible and blurry flesh and blood. Thanks to Song Zhiwen's previous military order that there must be a military academy on duty and in command within a certain number of feet of the city wall, the city was guarded and guarded.
The soldiers who were not much affected and were still shooting arrows and throwing stones at the city did not know that Song Zhiwen was alive.
The situation was uncertain. However, sharp-eyed people had already noticed the smoke and dust rising from the city gate tower and the loud noise that was difficult to ignore.
The Torch Stone Cart only had one chance to throw the stone, because only a few breaths later than the stone throw, the bed crossbow played by the old soldier in the city once again pierced a beam that was crucial to the Torch Stone Cart.
The nearby barbarians also tried to drag the Torch Stone Cart away from the battlefield, but the giant arrows that followed forced these people to flee in a hurry and more than ten people were nailed to death next to the Torch Stone Cart.
Two arrows destroyed two torches. The old soldier stood up and looked worriedly towards the city head among the cheering sergeants. The barbarians' torches were still torches no matter how terrible they were.
, judging by the size and weight of the stone, it will definitely not be that light. If the people standing on the top of the city are not standing well, even leaving a whole corpse depends on their luck.
The general died on the first day of the war, how could we continue to defend the city? To be honest, this old soldier was convinced of the new Jinzhou general. He didn't know or understand other military affairs. He just looked at this new general.
The arrows and shafts that were issued were all made of mulberry trees grown in the dense forests in the south of Dayao. The arrowheads were not just things that could be punched out by any small workshop. The marks of serious government work were clearly visible on them.
With the ground laid out, it's clear what the general's abilities are.
But before life or death was unknown, he could only play with the bed crossbow. The person next to him put a heavy giant arrow on the crossbow string of the bed crossbow. The rope, which was thicker than a baby's wrist, was pulled by the winch until any vibration was felt.
In the field of Songxian, even the elders squinted their eyes and looked for barbarian nobles and generals with different clothes among the barbarian cavalry.
"General..." Zhang Ziwen's eyes were dull and he murmured.
He never thought that the general he had served for so long would be like this...Wu Fu.
In the moment before the falling rock was about to hit, Song Zhiwen pulled Zhang Ziwen away from him, and then punched the falling rock.
The weight of dozens of kilograms of falling rocks is not large, but it is not something that can be stopped by one person. Even a strong man in the army armed with a giant shield and heavy armor will inevitably be shocked to the point of bleeding from his orifices and suffering severe internal injuries. In the end, Duo also escaped.
He was barely alive, but Song Zhiwen's punch directly blasted the falling rock into fragments that scattered all over the sky.
This is not a power that ordinary martial artists can possess. Many of the escorts in Zhang Ziwen and Wu He Escorts recognize him. In addition, as the son of Zhang Bashun, there are naturally not many taboos to avoid when practicing martial arts, even if you have never eaten pork.
Crossing the pig and running away, this is not a punch that any of the escorts in Wuhe Escort Agency can throw.
"You and I have avoided that stone and kept this secret. This is an important matter." Song Zhiwen whispered into his ear in the smoke and dust that was about to dissipate.
Then he shouted, "It's safe! It's safe!"
The leader of the soldiers nervously looked at Song Zhiwen from head to toe. Only the parts of his hands and feet that were not protected by armor had some scratches and bloody mouths. Then the man relaxed slightly and knelt in a circle with the people around him.
He asked Song Zhiwen to plead guilty, saying that he failed to protect him and should be punished.
"I want to go to the top of the city to see if I can do it to you people? Is it possible that everyone should stand outside the city wall to block the arrows?" Song Zhiwen waved his hand and asked the guards to stand up, "This is not your fault, why?"
Is there any sin?"
But no matter what, the guards did not dare to let Song Zhiwen come within ten feet of the city wall again. Although the two torch-stone carts were all destroyed, they could now endanger the people on the city wall.
It was just those sparse flying arrows. The slave warriors below the city took advantage of the brief chaos on the city to climb up a while. Some people climbed to the top of the city, but before they could gain a foothold, they were stabbed by spears and spears.
They were made into hedgehogs, their heads were cut off, or they were pushed into the city.
No one can understand the purpose of the barbarian siege, which is almost in vain. No news of the siege was sent from the other three walls. This does not look like a means of attacking from the east to the west, and the leader of that army will use thousands of people.
His life came from east to west?
A sudden meeting.
Two brave Taiqi Gebu warriors escorted Yu Gaogao to Dunmao's horse, and forced him to kneel down to Dunmao with his knees and back bent to the point of prostrating himself to the ground.
"Have some respect for the future heroes of the Taiqiang tribe." With a displeased look on his face, Dun took on a dignified look. The two warriors of the Taiqiang tribe, who were known for their bravery, docilely relaxed their elbows and knees.
With his cheek pressed against the soil, Yu Gaogao had a chance to breathe. He straightened his upper body from the ground and looked at Dunmao on the horse's back.
Such a direct look is extremely disrespectful to the elders and venerables among the grassland tribes. Upon seeing this, the two Taiqige tribe warriors wanted to get angry and ask the barbarian to be more honest, but the majestic glance made them involuntarily
He gave up such thoughts and stepped aside respectfully.
Dunmao pulled out the sword from his waist and threw it to the ground. Half of the blade was not embedded in the ground. It was an excellent sword. It was only within reach of Yu Gao Gao. The two Taiqi Gebu warriors saw him.
He wanted to step forward to protect him, but was stopped by his master, "Let him go!"
Yu Gao Gao's cheeks twitched. The knife was in his hand. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife. He cut off the horse's head with two knives and inserted them into the chest of the barbarian lord. Then he cut off the blood in his neck with two knives.
To atone for his own sins, Yu Gao Gao had rehearsed this scene countless times in his mind. He even thought about the situation of his fellow villagers in Bingyuan City after hearing the news of his death. The old man at home stood up and showed a proud look.
"The knife is right in front of you. Pull out the knife and either kill someone or put down the knife and surrender!" A voice like a bell echoed in this field. At the moment when Yu Gao Gao's hand touched the handle of the knife, the huge majestic pressure
He was unable to move at all, "Either kill! Or surrender!"
Huge, substantial pressure fell on Yu's high head, as if it weighed hundreds of kilograms. He tightened his grip on the knife, and the sweat from his palms made the handle slippery. His hand was shaking, and he
He yelled at the top of his lungs to pull out the knife, but in the end it was all in vain, and he fell backwards.
"Since you can't draw the sword to kill people, then surrender." Dunmao leaned out from the horse and pulled out the sword. He led the horse to Yu Gao Gao's side. The horse's hooves dug into the ground and the blade pointed at the person.
Yu Gao Gao trembled his lips as if he wanted to say something, but still couldn't say anything. The middle-aged man slumped to his knees on the ground, slowly and painfully, leaning down bit by bit, towards Dun Mao on the horse.