Chapter 517: The black party changes the white robe

Chapter 517: The Black One Changes the White Robe
The upper body of Zhe Li, holding his machete in his mouth, and carrying his relatives carrying a ladder to rush forward, his relatives were also ruthless, knowing that it was better to fight each other. Several wolf knight soldiers held shields and ran beside Zhe Ribei, always ready to cover the arrows of the feathers.
Like the soldiers, Zhe Ribei cannot adapt to this way of fighting by relying on his legs. But now he had no choice but to rush forward, riding boots making a rattling noise on the charred body. The scorching smell rushed into the nose and couldn't come out. The smoked person wanted to vomit. Someone even stepped on the slimy corpse and stepped off a layer of skin to reveal the pale flesh.
The place where the fire was burnt was black, and many people on the ground were embracing each other, curled up, like a newborn baby.
Seeing the Meng Yuan people launching the second offensive, Xia Hou Baichuan beat the stone wall with a horizontal knife: "Every spirit is up. Now we are courageous compared with Meng Yuan barbarians, and the barbarians step down, can we still lose to They? Our Da Sui soldiers have not lost to the infantry since the first battle began more than a hundred years ago. If we did not fight against the Chinese in this battle, how will you go home and your hometown in the future? Father explained! "
"Kill the barbarian!"
I don't know who shouted, and immediately resonated with the soldiers: "Kill the barbarian! Revenge!"
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
The shout echoed again in the canyon, and the forest bird fell down to rest.
The crossbow whistled again, and a dozen heavy crossbow thunders descended with the same punishment, and then the feather arrows fell. Zhe Li's other three thousand-man teams have lost most of them, and the remaining one thousand people have squeezed out all the courage in their bodies, shouting and cheering for themselves.
This kind of slaughter has no real strategy at all, only real combat.
After losing more than two hundred people, the Mongolian wolf rides again under the stone wall. They clumsyly erected the ladder, and the rustiness of cooperation led to the slowing of speed. The ladder is too high, and the soldiers need to cooperate with each other if they want to erect, but unfortunately those wolf cavalry who have just found the trick have died during the last attack. Those who did not die had to master the experience at the cost of life.
The death of more than a thousand people slowed down the speed of the second wave of offensives, and corpses piled up on the road, and they almost stepped on the same robe with each foot. When the corpses piled up taller below the city wall, the wolf cavalry went forward with a deep, shallow foot, and did not know whose eyeballs or hearts they had broken.
Zhe Libei led the team in person, and when he saw the nail shot down again, he immediately roared and let the soldiers cut the rope. With previous experience, these wolf cavalry also knew that if they did not want to die under the nail shot, they had to cut off the rope to prevent the Han people from pulling the nail shot again.
The two wolf cavalry leaped recklessly, slowly grasping the assault, and the people at the back rushed up and chopped down and chopped the rope. The heavy nails fell, and the two wolf cavalry were shot below The nail is embedded in the body and cannot be pulled out.
"Pour boiling water and oil!"
Xiahou Baichuan shouted at the bottom, and the soldiers in the back immediately took water from the burning iron pot with a wooden barrel, and the hot water poured down a barrel and a barrel, and the wolf cavalry below was crying. War has never been merciful at all, and some just racked their brains to kill as many enemies as possible. No one doubts that the main theme of the war is the dead. As for any sorrow or joy, it is the emotions that occur after the dead.
The hot water splashed down, pouring a wolf cavalry from head to toe, and the scorched soldier shouted, his hands rolling wildly with his hands over his eyes.
After the water washed down, the blood on the ground was diluted so it looked more eye-catching.
In order not to accumulate too much under the stone wall, the Black Flag's defense gave up rolling and stones from the beginning. Because they know that this is not a war that can be solved in a day. Over time, the accumulation of stones too high is not good for defense.
Except for logs and stones, other methods have been used.
The nail shot was damaged a lot, and more and more wolf cavalry were gradually deposited under the stone wall. Even if they were regenerating, a ladder was still erected on the stone wall.
A centurion took the scimitar in his mouth and climbed up first. At least ten wolf cavalry tried to prevent the ladder from being overthrown.
The centurion's movement was very flexible, and he quickly climbed to the half of the ladder. He looked up and saw a Han soldier splashing a barrel of oil. He screamed in fright, mouth. The knife inside fell into a corpse.
This time, it was oil, not water, that made a noise on the centurion and on the escalator below. The centurion who fell to the ground slaps his face crazy with his hands, trying to drive the hot feeling away from his face. He hadn't even noticed it, and every time he slapped on his face, a layer of fleshy skin stuck to his palm.
He wanted to rub his eyes and look at the world. He rubbed his eyelids with his back of his hands and dropped them.
Not only him, but also the wolf cavalry who supported the ladder. Although it will not die for a while, the pain is not bearable at all.
Zheli don't give the ladder to the soldiers around him, and hurried over a few knives to jab the wolf ride to death. He couldn't let himself watch the wolf ride mournfully, so he could only help them end their lives as soon as possible.
An unsupported ladder was overthrown by the Black Flag soldiers, and two wolf cavalry were shot dead when they fell down.
...
...
"Apart from it!"
When Kuoketai saw that Zhe Ribei had been killed under the stone wall, but was blocked by the Han's endless defensive measures, he shouted: "Take your warriors up to help Zhe Riye, and use feather arrows to suppress the wall. Han! "
Kuo Bie Tieer promised loudly, took his own thousand team forward, and then suppressed the defenders with Wolffang arrows for Zhe Ribei. Seeing the arrows of the wolf riding over, he adjusted his crossbow and started firing towards them. Each of the huge crossbows can wear several wolf cavalry, but the accurate shooting of the wolf cavalry also caused the Black Flag soldiers to lose a lot.
A Black Flag soldier just showed himself trying to spill the oil from the barrel. A mace burrowed into his eye socket. His body shook a bit, with the barrel filled with oil. Fall down.
With the help of Arrow Formation, Zhe Li's other pressures were alleviated a bit. He let people help the ladder and climbed up with a machete. A black flag archer leaned out and shot an arrow at him. The battle-hardened Zhebei turned over under the ladder while seeing him, and the feather arrow flew over and shot a wolf cavalry behind him. . When the black flag archer was about to shoot the second arrow, he was poked in the throat by a wolf-fanged arrow, and blood spewed out like a waterfall.
Don't climb up under the ladder. Zhe Li suddenly turned up when he was about to reach the stone wall. His two feet struck the volley and landed on the stone wall. He slashed the black flag archer beside him. One more knife cut off one arm still holding the bow.
He murdered with red eyes, hacking like crazy.
A Black Flag soldier greeted him with a knife. After Zhe Lie dodged, he slashed on the shoulder of the Black Flag soldier. With a huge force, the scimitar was severely embedded in the flesh of the Black Flag soldier and got stuck in the bone. On the other hand, Zhe Li did not pull hard, and the sound of the blade and bone rubbing seemed so clear, while the soldier of the Black Banner raised his hand and desperately held it with a machete.
"kill him!"
The black flag soldiers who were shot shouted hoarsely.
The archer not far pulled out a feather arrow from the arrow pot, poked at Zhe Ribei's heart, Zhe Ribe stooped down, and the feather arrow pierced his shoulder fiercely. Zhe Li knocked down the Black Banner soldier who was following his machete, and knocked his archer with a stab in his arm.
As soon as I pulled out the machete, I saw a crossbow chopped down towards his head. Zhe Libei quickly dodged, but found that the crossblade turned faster, leaving a cross on his chest. Deep marks, blood poured out of his mouth, and soon his upper body was almost smeared.
At this time, Zhe Ribei's two or three relatives also climbed up, wielding a machete to rescue Zhe Ribei, and the man who hurt Zhe Ribei was extremely brave. The soldier cut it down, and once again waved his sword straight to Zhe Ribei. Zhe Li don't use the machete to block the admiral's knife, and the two men pressed forward hard to push the other side away.
The knife and the knife stand together, with the arms of two people facing their arms.
"I am going to kill you!"
Zhe Li don't yell, the body flashed away, and then slashed to the back of the Han general. The Han body pushed forward to avoid the sword, and his elbow hit the middle of Zhe Ri's lower abdomen. Suddenly fierce, Zhe Li's other body fell down immediately. Seeing the chance, the Han general turned around and kicked Zhe Ribei's face door, and this one kicked Zhe Ribe's nose directly, and blood sprayed out of Zhe Ribe's mouth and nose at the same time.
"You two-leg sheep ..."
Zhe Li don't take a sip of blood, but he has lost the opportunity to fight again. The Han general chopped a knife on his right arm, holding the scimitar's arm and flew into the air.
"Two-legged sheep?"
The Han general poked again into Zhe's heart, and the horizontal knife twisted back and forth a few times: "Remember, kill you Xiahou Baichuan!"
The knife twirled in Zhe Li's other heart, and Zhe Li's other face was so embarrassed. He looked at the red-eyed enemy in front of him, and suddenly the tension that he had stretched was relaxed, and his body fell softly Go on.
Xia Hou Baichuan bent over and grabbed Zhe Libei's hair loss and belt to lift it up, then threw it under the stone wall.
The body shed blood all the way in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Xiahou Baichuan just wiped the sweat on his forehead. He didn't notice that a wolf cavalry who had just climbed up was chopped on his thigh. His body immediately shook and almost fell. At this moment, a long cricket came through the oblique stab, piercing the wolf cavalry's throat with a bang. Nagayo picked up the hanging body and threw it out, smashing several wolf cavalry below.
"General Xiahou will go down to rest, Chen Dingnan will replace you!"
Xiahou Baichuan glanced back at ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Seeing that Fangjie's general Chen Dingnan brought the reserve team up.
"I can do it!"
Xiahou Baichuan tore off a shirt and wrapped the wound: "It's not time to rest!"
Chen Dingnan grabbed his shirt and lifted it up, then asked without looking back: "Please General Xiahou go down to heal, now it is our turn to kill the enemy!"
Xiahou Baichuan was supported and walked down. Only then did he find that the costume of the reserve team was different from that of ordinary soldiers. This is a team of about two hundred people, each of whom has a long urn. These two hundred people are all white robes without armor. On the battlefield full of gray and black, those two hundred white robes with long hands looked so dazzling.
"Fighting!"
Chen Dingnan swept Chang Ai forward and swept away the head of a wolf rider: "Let these barbarians see how Chen Jiaerlang killed people!"
Soldiers wearing black armor were replaced, and a human wall was formed in the blood rain of two hundred white robes!