The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Song Xian paused for a moment, then shook his head and continued with the action at hand.

Hou Cheng became anxious, and slapped the mud bag off Song Xian's hand, and under Song Xian's slightly angry eyes, he yelled loudly: "Don't blot the ink, you stretch your neck to see, our charging brothers are down!" How much did you bet, if it wasn't for me not having your skills, do you think I would come to you? If this continues, we will all have to finish the game!"

The sound of the trumpets continued, and the shouts of killing from the top of the city filled the ears, and it never dissipated for a moment.

A flying arrow feather flew past Song Xian's face, leaving an inch-long bloodstain on his resolute face.This dull man in the past looked at Hou Cheng, and said lightly: "Stay here, you will die."

I'm not joking, anyone can hear the heaviness in the voice.

Hou Cheng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, patted Song Xian on the shoulder nonchalantly: "I am a man with eight lives, how could he die here so easily."

"Those Xianbei people on the top of the city are really hard to chew. Apart from the general, I guess only you can chew their bones."

Having said that, Hou Cheng handed over the saber in Song Xian's hands, as if he had settled his mind, he smiled very easily.

Song Xian no longer shirked, held the knife and climbed to the ground.

"Old Song!"

Looking at the back of Song Xian who was about to leave, Hou Cheng suddenly shouted.

Song Xian, who was in front of him, turned around, "Huh?"

"In case I have to explain here, I mean in case, please tell the general..." Hou Cheng said loudly, word by word.

"If there is an afterlife, Hou Cheng is still willing to lead the horse for the general!"

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Rows of long ladders climbed up the city wall. Han Jiaerlang held a knife in his right hand and supported the body of the ladder with his left hand, roaring angrily and climbing towards the top of the city.

At this moment, the bows, arrows and crossbows on the tower were no longer threatening.

But defending the city has never been the only means of arrows and crossbows.

When the soldiers of the Han army climbed to the middle of the city, they suddenly heard a muffled rolling sound from above. fall down.

The Xianbei people on the top of the city picked up thick wood and stones, and kept smashing them down.

Those who rushed to the front were often smashed to the point of bleeding, and even their brains burst.

Even so, the soldiers in the rear still did not flinch and struggled to climb forward.

After half a stick of incense, the foot of the Huzeguan city was already covered with corpses of the Han army, messy and bloody.

The logs and falling rocks that were dropped earlier were already soaked in the blood of the Han people.

The battle is still going on, and the soldiers at the forefront are still falling.

Fortunately, the belated 32 ladders finally crossed the ditch and successfully arrived at the city.

The arrival of the ladder lifted everyone's heart.

crunch~squeak~

The soldiers inside the ladder began to pull the rope, and the auxiliary ladder built on top of the main ladder slowly descended towards the top of the city.

Mangtai on the tower naturally knew the consequences of building the city with a ladder, and shouted loudly: "Don't let this ghost thing climb the city wall!"

The Xianbei soldiers who received the order hit the ladder directly.

The position of the ladder's footing is some distance away from the city wall, and the rolling logs and falling rocks thrown by the Xianbei people in the city can hardly hit the ladder body.As for the arrows, the towering solid baffle in front of the main ladder is enough to block hundreds of sharp arrow clusters.

After several waves of attacks, not only did not a single ladder be destroyed, but many Han people took advantage of this moment to climb into the city.

Mang Tai had no choice but to give up his plan to destroy the ladder, and called on his soldiers to wipe out the Han people who had climbed the top of the wall with all their strength.

It's just that once the mouth of Heti's dam is dug, it won't be so easy to fill it in.

The huge horizontal hook fell on the top of the city, like the fangs of a wild beast, biting the city wall tightly, and would never let go.

At this moment, the auxiliary ladder was also built on the crenel, opening up a brand new path for the Han army under the city.

The ladder is finally built successfully!

Han Jun Erlang cheered from the bottom of his heart, which means that they don't have to free up one hand to tighten the escalator frame, but can hold a knife in one hand and a shield in the other to fight head-to-head with the Xianbei people.

At this moment, the morale of the Han army soared.

Countless Han family sons climbed up the ladder, trying to seize the top of the city first.

There is a decree in the army that the first to reach the top of the city will be the first to ascend, and will be rewarded with ten thousand coins and promoted to two ranks.

Thousands of dollars, a lot.

Perhaps for aristocratic families, ten thousand dollars is but a drop in the bucket.But for the poorest people at the bottom, ten thousand dollars is enough for them to live comfortably for a year.

Near the top of the city, a big man holding a shield was slashed three times by the Xianbei people, and the last slash was directly on the collarbone, and the blade sank two inches into the body.

The blood in the eyes of the man under the severe pain soared, he threw away the shield in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold the back of the knife, and under the strength of the Xianbei man, he pulled the iron blade out of his shoulder.

Then he lifted the knife and cut it, and the wrist, palm and steel knife in the hand of the Xianbei man in front of him fell off together from the top of the city.

The Xianbei man was stunned for a moment, and then he clutched his severed wrist, which was spurting blood, and let out a heart-piercing wail.

The man witnessed the miserable situation of the person in front of him, but he couldn't feel any pity in his heart. He panted heavily, and whispered: "In the next life, don't be a Xianbei person."

The sword was raised high, and a head flew high.

The scarred man didn't care about resting, in his eyes there was only the wall stack that was close at hand, he opened his legs and took another step forward.

Three oncoming spears pierced his chest in an instant.

The man stepping on the stairway was caught off guard, his body staggered and swayed, and the sword in his hand fell out of his hand due to fatigue.

Physically exhausted, he was at the end of his strength and unable to fight back.

Looking down at the three long spears that pierced his body, he clenched his hands firmly, using all the strength remaining in his life, and moved forward step by step.

The pain of the spear stirring the internal organs is no less than the pain of cracking and peeling the car.

The blood kept gushing out through the clenched teeth, and the man roared angrily in the unbelievable eyes of the three Xianbei soldiers: "Damn you bastards, even if I die, I will die in this tower Come on!"

Only those who have experienced it will understand the tragic and tragic war.

After all, he failed to ascend to the top of the city, and he was destined not to leave his name in the volume of history that was passed on to future generations.

The death of the man did not cause any commotion, and the sons and daughters of the Han family were still moving forward bravely.