Summon players, rebuild Dawei

An Cheng stood on the city wall, looking coldly at the black-robed soldiers who formed a phalanx below the city, his heart filled with a feeling of panic and anger.

There they are again!

Since the enemy camp was set on fire a month ago, no matter how much he concealed the truth, the news about the death and resurrection of the ghost army spread quietly in the city, which made the army panic and morale unstable. The provocation and scolding day after day, as well as the impact of the long-term closed defense, made the sergeants feel dissatisfied. Gradually, more and more voices appeared demanding to go out of the city to meet the enemy and kill all the black-robed soldiers outside.

Seeing that this impulse could no longer be suppressed, An Cheng simply took advantage of this momentum and led [-] soldiers out of the city yesterday to fight the black robe army.

In this battle, the two sides were evenly matched, the morale of the Xiongnu defenders was strong, and the black-robed army was not afraid of life and death. Both were very brave. It can be said that this was a life-and-death struggle.

But in the end, it was the Xiongnu defenders who won by a slight numerical advantage. Except for one general of the black-robed army who rushed out of the encirclement and escaped on horseback, the rest died on the battlefield.

In order to prevent the unclear accident like last time, this time An Cheng personally brought more than 200 surviving soldiers to gather the corpses of all the black-robed soldiers on the battlefield together with their camp tents, and set fire to them. Burned to ashes.

The fire burned for four full hours, and the disgusting smell of burning dead people could still be smelled at night.

Originally thinking that this group of lingering black-robed soldiers would have been completely expelled, An Cheng specially sent scouts to keep an eye on the only road to and from Fuchi County, and nothing happened overnight.

Unexpectedly, this morning, the guards of the city gate came to report again, saying that the black-robed army appeared outside the city again.

At that time, An Cheng really felt his scalp tingling, wishing he could just abandon the city and leave, but in the end, out of his sense of responsibility as a general, he still came to the city wall to check the situation.

Just looking at the enemy leader below from a long distance, An Cheng confirmed that the opponent was the general who escaped in yesterday's battle.

He was seriously injured when he escaped yesterday, but today he is completely unharmed. This is obviously not the recovery ability that normal people possess.

But at this moment, An Cheng didn't want to care about whether they were humans or ghosts anymore, he only knew that these black-robed soldiers lined up aggressively in order to take revenge.

Yesterday, he killed so many of them, today, these evil spirits will definitely not let him go!

"Qianchang, the black-robed soldiers can no longer be called human beings. They are indeed ghosts in human skin as the rumors say." The Baiqichang who survived yesterday still had a wound on his arm. With a pale face, he cautiously persuaded, "We must never fight with them again, either we should close the city gate, or..."

"So what?" An Cheng suddenly turned to stare at him.

"Qianchang, don't you still want to..."

"What is there to be afraid of, if I kill them once, I can kill them a second time!" An Cheng said in a majestic voice, his eyes were sharp and stern as he glanced down the city, "Whether they are humans or ghosts, gods, Buddhas or Rakshasa, wearing human skin, can be killed by me. If they want to stop me, I will kill people when I meet people, ghosts when I meet ghosts, gods and Buddhas when I meet gods and Buddhas, and Rakshasa when I meet Rakshasa. A Hun warrior who is not afraid of death!"

Hearing what he said, the Baiqichang only felt that he had fallen into madness, and couldn't help trembling all over.

But at the same time, he was also infected by this madness in his heart, and the blood in his chest was surging, and he clenched his fists and said: "Qianchang, don't hesitate to fight, we will follow!"

The sky is gloomy, and the sultry sunshine shines through the clouds, like the dull and humid steam of a steamer, covering the inside and outside of Fuchi City.

Although An Cheng's head was full of frenzied thoughts, wanting to kill all these unsightly black-robed soldiers, but he did not completely lose his mind.

Too many people were lost on the battlefield yesterday, and now there are only more than 700 defenders in the city, so it is absolutely not advisable to face it head-on.

While sending people to ask for support from other cities, he waited on the city wall, waiting for these black-faced men to attack.

However, the whole day, from sunrise to sunset, the black-robed army did not move.

As dusk fell, the field of vision became dark and blurred. Even if the torches were lit on the city wall, the eyes of the Huns were still much slower in judging the actions of those black-clothed and black-faced people.

"What are they waiting for? Why haven't they attacked the city yet?" The Baiqichang asked this question several times, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became.

As time has passed, the fearless impulse of the day has gradually extinguished, leaving only the fear of the dark and the unknown.

"I must have wanted to stay until we are the most exhausted to attack." An Cheng said in a deep voice.

He had no doubt that the black-robed army would take advantage of this opportunity to attack the city. Now is the time when the number of defenders in the city is at its lowest. Once reinforcements from other cities arrive in a few days, their more than one month of waiting will be forfeited.

And not long after he made this judgment, the soldiers on the city wall heard a few sounds like arrows being shot and the sound of metal colliding, but looking around, they couldn't find out where the sound came from.

The moon was covered by thick clouds, and the vision illuminated by the fire was limited. An Cheng held up the torch and shone towards the bottom of the city wall until he saw a fuzzy black shadow hiding in the shadow of the city wall and climbing towards the city wall holding a rope. Only then did he realize what was going on, and quickly shouted to the soldiers on the left: "Quick! Cut his rope."

The soldiers looked in the direction he pointed, and immediately found the source of the rope. They wanted to destroy the source, but found that it was a trident-like thing, which had been firmly nailed to the outside of the city wall, and could not be pulled out in a short time. It can't come out, and what's stretched straight below is not a rope, but a thin iron rope made of a series of iron rings, which can't be cut by a knife.

Seeing the ghostly figure of the black-faced man below getting closer and closer, the soldier tried several times before he could cut it off, so he smashed down the torch in his hand in desperation, but the climber escaped very nimbly, without any hesitation. Not scorched by flames.

Seeing him struggling so much, the surrounding soldiers all wanted to step forward to help.

"Come on for me!"

A burly Hun soldier pushed away the crowd, raised his big knife and slashed at the iron chain. Once it was not broken, he slashed again, and he slashed three times in a row. Even the sparks had been wiped out, and he still slashed as thick as a thumb. chains.

At this time, another soldier appeared from the right and shouted: "Qianchang, there is still an iron chain here!"

An Cheng said angrily, "Just wait if you don't stop chopping. If someone comes up, kill them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black on the iron chain on the left had arrived.

As soon as his figure jumped out of the wall, four or five Xiongnu soldiers rushed over with their weapons. Under such tight protection, the black-robed man still avoided the attack with agility, flipping two somersaults and rushing forward. Surrounded by soldiers, he rushed to An Cheng in the center with his bare hands and attacked him fiercely.

Under the city wall, the rest of the Flying Eagles players looked up at the swaying iron chain, feeling quite nervous.

In fact, they waited all day today, not because they didn't want to attack the city, but because they really didn't have the equipment to attack the city. They originally hid two ladders, but they were found and burned by these crazy Huns yesterday.

Faced with this predicament, Bu Jingyun originally wanted to wait two days for the siege equipment to be delivered before attacking, but everyone had lost patience after squatting for more than a month, and they refused to miss this opportunity to attack. After thinking about it for a while, I came up with a climbing device called "Lingyun Flying Cable" in the mall's arsenal.

This is a weapon that can only be exchanged for high-end players at level [-]. There are six players above level [-] in Flying Eagle Team.

No matter whether they can succeed or not, they have to try. After a final discussion, it was decided that Papa Ling and Bu Jingyun would use this equipment to climb the city. As long as one of them can climb the city wall, they would go and deal with the enemy general.

And it's okay if the task fails, at worst, come back in two days.

"Baby Ling has already climbed up. I didn't expect it to be faster than the boss!" Lan Long said in an excited tone. After a while, seeing Bu Jingyun also climbed up the city wall, he geared up his fists even more excitedly: " Alright, let’s join forces and finish them off!”

Huo Yuntian teased him: "You don't care that the big boss is robbed now?"

"Whatever, anyway, as long as we can capture this ruined city early, I can do whatever I want. I really have seen enough of the scenery of this place."

Ning Cheng said: "Come on, the boss said that the psychological defense of the Xiongnu army has almost collapsed. As long as the main general can be killed this time, it will be easy to capture this city."

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After Bu Jingyun climbed up the city wall, he immediately cleared out a wave of Hun soldiers with his crossbow, and then aimed at the biggest and most conspicuous red-named Boss in the crowd and rushed towards him.

When he arrived around the boss, he saw Ling's father fighting with An Cheng, so Bu Jingyun pulled out the military thorns from his waist and swung away the Huns who surrounded and attacked him.

The young man's every move was extremely fast and fierce, and An Cheng, who was determined to risk his life, was definitely not an easy character to deal with. choice.

Finally, he drew out his bayonet and killed a Hun soldier. Bu Jingyun turned around and shouted to the young man, "Xiao Ling, go on."

Papa Ling turned his head and saw a blood-stained army thorn thrown towards him, he quickly raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife, then turned his head, and saw Bu Jingyun dashing forward and hugging the enemy general from behind, The legs are locked, and the arms are tightly restrained against each other's arms.

Raising his eyes to meet Bu Jingyun's resolute gaze through the mask, Papa Ling instantly understood what the other party meant.

His eyes were hot, but his body did not hesitate at all. Before the Xiongnu soldiers could react, the general stabbed An Cheng in the abdomen.

The moment the blood spurted out, the surrounding Huns stopped their movements as if they had been hit by a hold spell.

An Cheng widened his eyes and lowered his head to look at the bayonet in his abdomen. He slowly grasped the handle of the knife but did not pull it out. Instead, he continued to push it a little further into his body.

Feeling the gradual relaxation of the strength of the man in black holding his body behind him, he raised his head and laughed.

But before he could laugh twice, the sound was drowned out by the blood rushing to his throat.

The boy pulled out his military thorn, and the two generals lay down on the ground together.

A reminder to kill the enemy boss popped up on the game panel, but for the first time, the rich rewards did not make him happy.

Holding the bayonet, he turned his head to look at the fearful Hun soldiers, and deliberately pretended to have a hoarse and sinister voice: "Your leader is dead, do you still want to fight?"

"Think clearly, I'm just an opener, and there are still a thousand ghost troops below!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, but the Huns who surrounded him actually retreated.

Seeing this scene, Papa Ling knew that the boss was right, they had already won the psychological battle!