Chapter 87 (1/2)

The garrison on the tower and Bian Ding fought side by side to repel the strong attack of Hu army again and again.

Hu Jun, who occupies the absolute advantage, has no choice. Despite repeated sieges, Hanyang city still stands.

Duan ganguanshi stormed for four days, and there are still 4000 defenders in Hanyang city from 20000 wars to now. His 270000 troops have also lost 50000 troops, and now there are still 220000 left.

In the past few days, he and Zhao Jiajun have suffered much more losses than in the past.

Yesterday, Duan Gan Guanshi was frightened by a secret letter and didn't dare to attack the city with all his strength. Deeply afraid of being hit by the front and back, I wasted a whole day in vain.

At the moment, he stood in the middle of the Hu army. In order to boost the morale of the army, he waved the flag and shouted, ”look at the warriors of the Hu country. There are only a few thousand people left on the city tower. Today, we will kill them all. Slaughter the City, walk with blood, sing before and dance after, and don't worry about evil.”

Hu Jun at the bottom of the city looked at the tower. It was true that there were 4000 people left on the left and only one person on the right guarding the tower. Looking at the downturn in recent days, he followed Duan Ganguan stone and shouted: ”kill! Kill! Kill!”

Duan Gan Guanshi stopped waving the flag with satisfaction, pointed to the tower and ordered: ”anyone who kills General Zhao will be promoted to three levels, ten thousand liang of gold, rush!”

Hu Jun shouted: ”rush!”

A bloody battle officially kicked off.

For a moment, gunfire roared and smoke filled the air.

Zhao Shuangquan, Zhao Xingwen, Zhao Xingwu and the rest of the 4000 City troops guarded the city tower on the left. Everyone fought bravely to kill the enemy. They had no way back. They had to die!

The two armies of Hu Jun and the Garrison Army swarmed under the city were twisted and intertwined in an instant, and the blood mist was flying all over the sky and wailing all over the place.

Bian Ding dressed in red and stood on the right. Seeing that he was alone, Hu Jun wanted to take this as a breakthrough.

One after another, climb up.

Bian Ding's body is straight, like a sword pointing to the sky, and raises the clear and pure blade in the palm of his hand. With the sharpness of sprinting into the sky and the incomparable sword Qi, the killing intention overflows.

The smell of blood red diffused on the noisy city tower in a moment of silence. The wailing and sword shadow that had just dissipated opened again in the wind. The accumulated remains were ferocious and terrible, and the thick smell almost suffocated people.

Old general Zhao looked at the red clothes and decided. He was born with blood. The more fierce the Vietnam War was, the more ruthless he killed.

The blood melted into his red clothes and became more and more magnificent.

At this time, the red dress Shura killed thousands of people alone and was extremely brave.

General Zhao couldn't help but move his sight to the bottom of the back mountain.

At the entrance of the back mountain, a man dressed in gray immediately with a horizontal knife. Bathed in the rising sun, the whole body exudes the meaning of cold killing that cannot be approached.

There was irresistible domineering in his eyebrows. The two long knives he picked up fell to the ground and made a deep ditch mark.

There was no expression on his face, but he looked straight at Hu Jun rushing down the mountain with a fierce spirit.

When Hu Jun saw him alone, they were so happy that they gave a loud cry and roared at him in groups.

A bloody wind blew, one after another of Hu Jun's corpses were everywhere, and the remnant eaves were broken like a broken wall.

The fallen Hu people still saw the figure of ravens riding alone in their eyes, but when they saw the ravens waving their hands, they immediately became broken ashes.

And those Hu soldiers who were still wielding weapons to kill, only the cry of despair and disillusionment sounded on the side of their bodies.

The Raven didn't know how many knives he had wielded and how many people he had killed. There were fewer and fewer Hu troops in front of him. At dusk, there was little left. He only dared to lift the knife and look at him, but he didn't dare to go any further.

It's not that the Hu people are timid and cowardly, but that the man in grey is too terrible. Around the man in grey, there are thousands of dead souls in a sea of blood.