Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

The people on the top of the city could no longer care about dodging or blocking the arrows, so they could only do everything possible to smash out with rolling stones and giant logs, preventing the Huns below from stepping up the tower.

Under this style of play, the casualties of both sides showed a straight line and continued to rise.

On the top of the city, the peasant disciples and the Mohist disciples fell one after another.

Under the city tower, Hun soldiers were smashed to death row by row, and the corpses piled thicker and thicker under the tower. In just a short moment, more than [-] people were killed or injured. The pile of corpses was two feet thick, hundreds of feet long, and several feet wide.

Similarly, on the top of the city, corpses continued to pile up, almost blocking the passages at the top of the city.

"Huisongzi, this way of fighting won't work. Not to mention that I can't wait for rolling stones and giant trees. If I fight like this, I'm afraid it won't take a day. Under the rain of arrows from the Huns, I'll wait for tens of thousands of people, and we will die Extinct. At that time, the Xiongnu can directly cross this city and kill them!"

Standing next to Hui Songzi, Mo Nian, the giant of the Mo family, looked at the casualties on the top of the city, and couldn't help feeling a little tingly.

From the beginning of the war to the present, in just two quarters of an hour, there were a total of 5000 Mohist disciples and peasant disciples on the top of the city, with nearly half of the direct casualties. war.

Although the Xiongnu had nearly 40 casualties, the Huns had an army of 4 and could afford such a casualty ratio, but they only had more than [-] people. Compared with ten to one, they couldn't bear it at all!

"Brother Mo, don't worry. War is a killing game. In this game, from the beginning to the end, you can only fill it with your life. You must not take half a step back at this moment!"

Hui Songzi raised his hand, took a deep breath, couldn't help closing his eyes slowly, and muttered to himself, "After all, the time is too short, otherwise give me half a month to prepare, and I will definitely make it difficult for the Huns to move forward." In this way, Brother Mo and Brother Situ have to trouble you to order these Xiongnu soldiers to step up to the top of the city, and they will not hesitate to fight!"

"What, put these people on the top of the city?"

On the side, Situ Yuan was taken aback, and said: "If these people go to the city, we will have no danger to defend!"

Chapter 228 The Brave Wins

"Brother Situ, now is not the time to be on the defensive."

"We are all disciples of various schools and sects. We have never received military training, and we don't have enough military equipment. Facing the Huns' arrow rain, we can only be passively beaten. After all, it is difficult to use our close combat strength!"

"Similarly, if we rush out of the city at this moment and face the Huns coming and going like the wind, we can only be suppressed."

"Did you see that the [-] troops in front have put down their horses. Even if they step up to the top of the city, they have lost their strongest combat power and can only fight on foot, and this is our strength!"

"As long as these people step on the top of the city, the Xiongnu will not dare to continue shooting arrows. At that time, the top of the city will be so big. With the strength of the disciples of each family, it is enough to start a tug-of-war with the Huns. This is the best result so far! It is also the only one. A way to stop the Huns!"

Hui Songzi's eyes were sharp, and he analyzed Mo Nian and Situ Yuan very quickly.

When the two heard this, their hearts couldn't help but move.

I don't know if I don't say it, but when I say it, it seems that this is really the case.

All schools of thought, no matter the masters or disciples of each school and school, have not undergone systematic military training, and the two armies have suffered a loss when they fought.In addition, everyone has neither bows nor arrows, nor all kinds of equipment. Facing the rain of arrows from the Huns, it is even more detrimental.

After all, everyone is a group of Jianghu people, and the biggest advantage is to fight face to face.

But there are many Huns below, if they go out of the city, with the speed of the Huns' fast horses, they will be surrounded and strangled very quickly, which will also make them very passive.

On the contrary, the [-] Xiongnu army in front had abandoned their war horses. At this time, they had the greatest advantage in fighting face to face.

"All disciples obey the order, let the Xiongnu go to the city!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Nian and Situ Yuan shouted directly.

With an order, many peasant disciples and Mohist disciples immediately put down their attacks and began to guard against the rain of arrows with all their strength, launching this war of retreating as advancing.

As the Mohist disciples and the peasant disciples gave up their resistance, many Xiongnu troops below immediately climbed to the top of the city, raised their scimitars and fought with the peasant disciples and Mohist disciples on the top of the city.

"Clang clang..."

The flashes of swords and swords flickered non-stop, and the two sides were completely fighting together.

As Hui Songzi said, as these Huns stepped up to the top of the city, the Huns immediately stopped shooting arrows.

After all, at this moment, on the top of the city, the two sides have already fought together.At this moment, the room can't help but hurt the enemy army, as well as our own army.

Once circulated in this way, the appearance of the Great War completely changed.

The army of the Huns below was still climbing crazily, and the army that climbed up was immediately faced with the sword shadow attack of the peasant disciples and Mohist disciples.

The peasant disciples and Mohist disciples who participated in this battle were all martial arts practitioners, plus the weaker ones, almost all fell down in the rounds of arrow rain just now.

The rest are all elite disciples of the two schools.

On weekdays, it is definitely a one-to-ten existence.

These Huns gave up their war horses, climbed to the top of the city, and fought close to each other, and they couldn't get the slightest advantage.

Accompanied by the blood splattering everywhere, countless Xiongnu troops had just stepped onto the top of the city, and fell down before they had time to make a move.

At this point, the peasant disciples and Mohist disciples finally gained the upper hand.

However, this advantage is only temporary. With the rounds of fighting, more than half of the peasant disciples and Mohist disciples have been killed or injured, and there are only more than 1 people left to continue fighting.

But the army of the Xiongnu who kept climbing up from far below was ten times their number, dozens of times more.

The dead will be exhausted, especially in the face of the Xiongnu's continuous and frenzied culling. Even though the peasant disciples and the Mohist disciples are strong enough in combat, as the war continued, they began to retreat steadily.

"Clang clang..."

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy held a three-foot sword and held down the scimitars of two Huns. With a horizontal stroke of the long sword, the necks of the two Huns were directly torn.

Before the boy could get excited, he saw more than a dozen scimitars torn apart.

He hurriedly dodged and blocked, but he was still stabbed in the arm, and blood flowed down immediately, and the severe pain made him frown.

"Boom..."

Accompanied by a muffled sound, a Xiongnu soldier kicked out suddenly, directly kicking the young man to the ground, and then seven scimitars came tearing apart, intending to put the young man to death.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, three figures suddenly rushed out, flew up, and kicked the seven soldiers away.

Two of them helped the boy up, and only one said: "Junior brother, be careful!"

Before the man finished speaking, he saw dozens of Xiongnu soldiers encircling them. Under the shadow of swords and swords, they slashed and slashed randomly.

After a while, the three of them were cut to pieces.

"Brother..."

"Senior brother..."

Not far away, a group of Mohist disciples who were fighting frantically with the Huns shouted loudly and came to kill them, but they were quickly overwhelmed by countless Huns.

This kind of situation continued to happen between the Mohist disciples and the peasant disciples, from the peasants and the Mohists who had just gained the upper hand, to the Xiongnu army who had the upper hand.

The peasant disciples and the Mohist disciples retreated after repeated battles, and gradually retreated to the top of the city, fighting with the enemy continuously.

Soon, the city was completely occupied by the Huns.

Of the 40 Xiongnu army, 30 troops simply gave up their horses and climbed to the top of the city frantically.

After taking down the top of the city, these people immediately rushed towards the city gate, and were about to open the city gate to let more Huns from outside enter the city.

"No, the city wall has fallen!"

Situ Yuan's eyes sharpened, he looked at Hui Songzi and shouted.

Hui Songzi's eyes were sharp, as if he had already expected this scene.

As the saying goes, the brave wins the battle between the two armies. This battle is inherently unfair to all schools and factions.

In addition, the Huns have always been known for their fierceness in combat. Perhaps their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the masters of various schools and schools, but when it comes to fighting bravely, it is by no means comparable to that of all schools and schools of thought. In this way, the fall of the city is basically a matter of time.

"No hurry, the two of you go to the top of the city first to prevent the enemy from opening the city gate!"

Hui Songzi said in a deep voice.

"it is good……"

Both Mo Nian and Situ Yuan knew that Hui Songzi still had a backup, so they flew up without hesitation and headed straight to the city gate.

The two of them brought dozens of Mohist and peasant masters. These masters were all masters of one against a hundred. They all gathered in front of the city gate, as if relying on dozens of people to contend against hundreds of thousands of troops.

When the tens of thousands of troops broke through the blockade of the peasant disciples and Mohist disciples, and rushed to the front and rear of the city gate, they immediately fought with these masters.

But with the blood splattering and swords and swords flickering, it was as if these dozens of masters had entered the land of no one, moving back and forth among the tens of thousands of Xiongnu troops.

Chapter 229

"Kill me..."

Faced with the sudden attack of dozens of masters from the peasant family and the Mohist family, the Xiongnu army did not feel any fear at all. Instead, they were red-eyed and rushed towards the gate of the city without paying any attention to their companions who were constantly falling to the ground.

The crowd became denser and denser until finally, it was almost too crowded to breathe.

Even dozens of experts from the peasant family and the Mohist family were extremely skilled. Facing this kind of crowd tactics, they quickly fell into powerlessness. They were directly overwhelmed and unable to use their hands and feet. attack.

"Rumble..."

Accompanied by a violent sound, the city gate finally opened, and the city finally fell.

"Kill me..."

Outside the city, [-] Xiongnu cavalry saw this, accompanied by an order, billowing smoke and dust, with earth-shattering sounds, vigorously, like a torrent, swept towards the city gate.

"kill……"

Seeing this scene, the Mohist disciples and the farmer's disciples looked desperate. After all, with their strength, they couldn't even last a day.

Under such desperation, the two disciples knew very well that they had lost their active position at this moment, and could only fight frantically, killing one without paying, and killing two for sure.

The war has come to this point, and it has completely entered the white heat.

On the entire battlefield, there was only one person with a dignified expression, but also very calm, and this person was Hui Songzi.

Seeing the Huns' army entering the city, he slowly looked up into the sky, only to see the setting sun, and before he knew it, a great battle had been fought for a whole day.

"it's time!"

He turned his gaze to the back of the Huns army not far away, with a smile on his face, the Xiongnu Shanyu who was following the Huns army to kill towards the city gate, and the leaders of the Huns tribe.

"Light up wolf smoke..."

Suddenly, Hui Songzi opened his mouth and said to several military disciples beside him.

After the words fell, Hui Songzi was standing next to a beacon tower at this moment, and those military disciples picked up the torches and lit the beacon.

"What's going on, the city gate has already been lost without lighting the beacon fire!"

"It's over, it's over, the city gate fell, the peasants and Mohist army in the city were defeated, and they will surely die. With us waiting, how can we continue to defend?"

During the battle inside the city, nearly 2 people were ambushing in the dense forest outside the city.

This includes a peerless swordsman from the Strategist, all the disciples of the Taoist School, all the disciples of the Confucian School, all the disciples of the Famous School, the four hundred disciples of the Medical School, all the disciples of the Legal School, all the owners of the Miscellaneous School, and everyone from the Military School, etc. Rangers, gathered together, a total of 2 people.

Before the war, Hui Songzi arranged for them to wait here, waiting for the beacon signal at any time, and attacking the Huns from the rear.

But this day has passed, and the fighting in the city has been extremely tragic, but they have not received any signal yet.

Seeing the tragedy in the city, these people's eyes were red, and they just wanted to kill them immediately and fight the Xiongnu to the death.

The bravery and ferocity of the Huns are indeed frightening, and everyone will be afraid of this.But it was precisely because of this fear that they wanted to go even more.

In the face of such Huns, if the Xiongnu were really allowed to gain a firm foothold in the Central Plains, it would explain that everyone in the Central Plains would face annihilation, which they would never allow.

"Come on, we can't wait any longer!"

The leader of the famous family is a middle-aged man named Gongsun Tan, watching the fighting in the city, his heart feels like a knife, and he can't help but say.

"That's right, let's go out, the Huns have already entered the city, if you hesitate, there will be no chance!"

Master Fajia, an old man with pale hair, named Xu Sheng, couldn't help but speak.

"No, everyone, don't worry, Hui Songzi is a master of military strategist, he will seize the opportunity, and I will just wait for his transfer."

"Since he hasn't sent a signal yet, he must have his own ideas, so wait!"

Daojia Xuantongzi frowned and stopped him.

"That's right, Xuan Tongzi is right. We have made a covenant before the war, and we will never act without authorization. Just continue to wait. War matters, after all, cannot sustain the courage of a man!"

Confucianism was idle, Master Xunzi echoed the Tao with his hands behind his back and solemn eyes.