Summon players, rebuild Dawei

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the heat is steaming.

Inside and outside the city gate, the two armies faced each other silently.

The scorching sun made the armor scorching hot, like a steamer wrapped around the human body.

Lu Xian glanced at the defenders next to him in a blink of an eye. Everyone had flushed faces, chapped lips, and looked like they were about to collapse from exhaustion.

After wiping off his sweat, Lu Mian licked his lower lip, looked down at the skin around his waist, and frowned deeply.

After these days of continuous confrontation with the enemy, both the officers and soldiers and the common people have gradually realized a fact that is more cruel than being besieged by the Huns-this summer is dry and lacks rain.

At first, the soldiers and civilians were immersed in the uneasiness and panic of being attacked by the Huns, and no one paid attention to the clear sky for several days. It was not until many wells in the city gradually became shallow and the water in the canals dried up one after another. Since the poisoning, in the past ten days, Shannan County has not had a single drop of rain.

Now, in order to ensure that everyone has water to drink to the greatest extent, the Lord has ordered that all the wells that still have water are guarded. The citizens of the city can receive a small amount of drinking water every day. To a skin of water.

Even so, it is still far from enough.

The defenders are exposed to the hot sun every day, and spend most of the day fighting against the enemy. How can such a pot of water be enough for them to replenish the lost sweat.

Therefore, in the past few days, the state of the defenders has declined at a speed visible to the naked eye. Last night, the army attacked the city. If the general did not command calmly, the city might have been captured by the Huns.

After experiencing the dangerous situation last night, even if he didn't want to admit it in his heart, it was hard for Lu Xian not to have this idea.

—they couldn't hold on any longer.

"Heaven has no intention, why help the Hu thief!" He clenched the handle of the knife tightly, his eyes were full of anger.

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"This is God's help!" Under the city gate, Lan Gujian looked away from the clouds that were shining brightly in the sun, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"From Kong's poisoning to Heaven's Never Falling Ze, the morale of the Wei army has been greatly reduced. If the big household still can't take this city today, it will damage the army's prestige, right?" Huyan Manman deliberately provoked like this.

Lan Gujian put away his smile, and said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, Your Highness, the Xun family's old slave spirit is exhausted, and today I will conquer Nanzhe."

"Your Highness, you are in charge, those peasant troops are coming to attack again." The orderly came to report panting heavily.

Hearing this, both of them frowned.

"This group of foolish people can't be killed no matter how hard they are!" Hu Yan said impatiently.

Lan Gujian ordered calmly: "Let He Zhuo lead [-] cavalry to stop them. This is the key to the battle, and these people must not let them get in the way."

"promise."

After the messenger left, Lan Gujian looked up at the city gate, with uncontrollable desire burning in his eyes: "Since the civilian army has arrived, the opportunity cannot be delayed any longer."

After that, he turned his head to look at the grim-faced Jie people general in black armor on the right side, and said in a majestic tone: "Xing Qianqi, I can only rest assured that you will fight in person in today's battle. Be sure to win the battle for me." Zhe City."

Without the slightest hesitation, Xing Sang lowered his head and cupped his fists and said, "I obey."

As soon as the words fell, the fast-moving Jie general ordered to attack the city, and personally led thousands of Xiongnu soldiers to the city gate.

All of a sudden, the mighty battle drums in the army sounded, and the black-armored soldiers rushed towards the city gate like a swarm of bees.

"The Xiongnu attacked the city, all the troops listened to the order, held up their weapons, and strictly guarded the city gate!"

"promise!"

After several days of defense, the originally sufficient armaments in the warehouse will also be exhausted. Lu Xian focused on the offensive below the city, seized the opportunity to direct the defenders to shoot arrows, and tried his best to expand the attack range of the last batch of arrows to the maximum. .

Hearing someone shouting "Envoy" during the interval, Lu Mian turned around suddenly, and sure enough, he saw the general climbed up the city wall again.

Although Xun Zhou insisted on practicing martial arts all the year round, his body was much stronger than that of an ordinary old man at this age, but he was old after all. After commanding the defenders to repel the enemy last night, he suddenly fell into a coma. Fortunately, the doctor diagnosed him as being exhausted , there is no danger of life for the time being, otherwise the morale of today's army will plummet.

At this time, the old man in armor walked heavily, with sunken eye sockets, pale face, and his complexion was obviously not as good as before.

Lu Mian frowned, walked over quickly and said, "General..."

As soon as the words started, Xun Zhou raised his hand as if he knew what he was going to say: "It's nothing, you concentrate on dealing with the enemy, and don't lose too much because of small things."

Lu Mian moved his lips, but finally responded and went back to command the battle.

Going back to the city wall, looking up into the distance, one could vaguely see that the militiamen who had been fighting side by side with them for the past few days were desperately circling among the cavalry. Climb up one by one.

Today's offensive is much more violent than previous days. Lu Xian clearly felt that this battle of the Xiongnu was an all-out attack that let go of everything.

He tried his best to control the situation, but bad news came one after another.

"General, the arrows are only exhausted."

"General, there are not enough logs!"

"Excuse me, another brother has passed out..."

"Who still has water!"

Just like last night, some Hun soldiers gradually climbed up the wall, and they were able to contend with it at first, but as more and more enemy troops climbed up, the defenders became more and more tired of coping until some defenders met the strong The Jie people's general, not only failed to kill the opponent, but was killed by the opponent. The already weak line of defense was broken, and then completely lost control like an avalanche.

Sensing the threat of this young enemy general, Xun Zhou ignored the dissuasion, drew the long sword from the waist of the guard beside him, and went to kill the enemy.

And Xing Sang also seemed to have sensed it, as soon as he climbed the city wall, he turned his head and met the sight of this majestic veteran.

It's hard to say where the tacit understanding came from when the two met for the first time. For others, it was only a few moments before the two quickly fought together.

Their battle was so fierce that it was completely inaccessible to others.

Every time the knife and the sword collided strongly, and every time the shadows overlapped and separated quickly, there would be bursts of crisp beating sounds.

The weather was sweltering, and the sweat dripping from the corners of the forehead just touched the ground, and was evaporated into hot air by the scalding ground.

When the eyes are close to each other, each other can clearly see the sweat on the folds of each other's eyelids.

Xun Zhou said calmly, "You are Jiehu."

Xing Sang didn't respond, and his footsteps brushed the ground, setting off a gust of wind.

"The Huns regard you as slave dogs, why should they help the tyrants to abuse them!"

Jie Hu remained silent, the sharp blade stabbed out from the young man's hand several times, and was calmly blocked by the veteran several times.

"I have met Xun Rongyue." At a certain moment when the two men were facing each other sharply, the general Jieren said suddenly.

Xun Zhou's face suddenly changed, and he was about to attack head-on, when he heard the other party ask in his ear, "Will you pretend to be dead?"

Xun Zhou squinted his eyes and stared at Jiehu sharply, but to his surprise, he didn't see threats and hostility in the opponent's eyes, but instead saw a complex emotion called intolerance and respect, so he instantly understood what the opponent said. The meaning of "playing dead".

"When a man is born in troubled times, he should carry a three-foot sword to achieve invincible achievements. He only hates the failure of his ambition, so why should he be afraid of death?"

He withdrew his sword abruptly, put on a fighting stance, and said with a sonorous and forceful voice, "Come on, I haven't had a good fight with anyone for a long time!"

Xing Sang stared at him, as if staring at a solid rock that cannot be destroyed.

After a while, he clenched the handle of the knife, swung the weapon, and attacked the opponent step by step, while attacking, while spying on the gaps in the veteran's moves.

The young man's attack was fierce and fierce, while the old man only defended his body confidently and prudently, and occasionally retaliated.

The blade is hard and sharp, while the sword is flexible and powerful. The two absorb and dissolve each other's strength in an instant.

"Good saber technique!" Xun Zhou sighed in the gap with bright eyes.

"To have such a hearty duel, even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

There were several rendezvous in a row, and the winner was not decided, until the clouds covered the sun and the sun gradually hid behind the clouds, like a huge shiny white cocoon.

As his physical strength reached the limit, Xun Zhou was out of breath, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his moves began to show flaws.

Xing Sang noticed his gradually weakening state, and the lines of his lips gradually became stiff. The long knife in his hand almost slashed across the opponent's neck, but deliberately slowed down his movements. At a critical moment, the opponent blocked it with a weapon.

This scene was witnessed by Lu Xian, he had already noticed that the general was fighting the young Jie general, but the Xiongnu soldiers had already attacked the wall, so he really couldn't get away to help.

At this time, he realized that Xun Zhou seemed to be exhausted, and he was so angry that he rushed out of the crowd without hesitation, blocked Xing Sang's attack, and turned his head and shouted: "I can't hold it anymore, General, hurry up! "

I can't keep it...

"Yeah, I can't keep it anymore."

Xun Zhou turned his head to look, and he saw that the city wall was full of black armored soldiers, and the Yongzhou army was sporadically interspersed among them. The red clothes under the breastplate were indistinctly intertwined with the blood all over the city wall.

The surroundings are dark, is it because the city walls have been captured by the Huns?

Xun Zhou was breathing hard while raising his head calmly to look at the sky.

When he saw the scale-like clouds covering the sky, he burst out laughing, the laughter continued intermittently, and his white beard was shaking.

This laughter attracted the attention of the surrounding Hun soldiers. At first, they were intimidated by the reputation of the Fuguo General, and they dared not approach him. Later, they realized that the veteran was tired and weak, and immediately raised their knives to attack.

Xun Zhou turned around abruptly, gathered the last strength in his body, and turned it into an offensive move, spurting out from his wrists.

His imposing manner was strong, his sword energy was domineering, and he suffered heavy injuries everywhere.

But one person's power is limited after all, under the siege of strong soldiers, that power quickly exhausted, and finally when the sweat on the eyebrows seeped into the eyes, in the blink of an eye, a sharp knife pierced the old general's black breastplate from behind .

For a moment, time stopped suddenly, and there was silence everywhere, except for the strong wind, which rolled up the red cloak behind Xun Cishi and fluttered, endowing that back with a majesty as majestic as a mountain.

"General—"

Amidst Lu Xian's hoarse and mournful roar, the long sword glowing with cold light slowly swiped towards the sky and quickly fell to the ground.

The moment he fell down, Xun Zhou still opened his majestic eyes, which clearly reflected the sky intertwined with light and shadow.

Soon after, heavy rain fell.