Chapter 87

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.

The Raven frowned at the blood splashed by his gray clothes. He looked up at the trembling Hu army. He said softly, "you have soiled my clothes."

This dress was specially selected for him in the ready to wear shop in Hanyang city in early summer. These Hu Jun soiled it!

When the Raven looked up again, the killing intention in his eyes was more serious. His face was no longer calm and wave free, but more and more dark. The murderous spirit on his body was still mixed with more and more fierce spirit. The Raven raised his knife and pointed at Hu Jun, but took a step forward.

With a bang, Hu Jun was defeated and fled in all directions.

This man is terrible. The leading general, with 50000 Hu troops, wanted to defeat him. Let's kill him.

Who knows that the man in grey is more brave, more brave and more fierce, more fierce and more cruel.

He stood in the floating sea of more than 40000 broken corpses and blood. The setting sun was setting and the afterglow of the setting sun shrouded him.

He's not Shura. He's not bloody.

The dazzling yellow light was only mixed with the scarlet silk accidentally splashed on his gray clothes.

He just created this scene, infernal hell

But make Hanyang Raven in, and don't teach Hu Ma to spend the back mountain.

After the war, the Raven's face became Hu Jun's eternal nightmare.

General Zhao knew that the people who ordered him to protect him in the early summer must be extraordinary, but he didn't expect to be so extraordinary.

He was looking at the edge of the front, dressed in red, just like the scorching sun. Who knows that the Raven in gray behind is the one who really guards the pass and cannot leave.

On the back mountain, 50000 Hu troops, who were originally valiant and spirited, are now falling apart and less than 10000 people have fled back. With the tragic defeat, they dealt a serious blow to the Hu army attacking the city in front.

Originally, the Hu troops in front of them were facing the 4000 city garrison on one side and the man in red on the other side. They had attacked for a long time and had not won it for a long time. They were already depressed.

Who ever thought, I saw 50000 people attacking one person, and more than 40000 people could be killed. They ran back and ran away. Their morale was low and they didn't want to attack the city anymore.

The two sides again called in gold and drew back troops.

Hu Jun suffered heavy losses today, with 50000 men and horses attacking the city separately. Who ever thought that less than 10000 of the 50000 men and horses in the back mountain alone died, and nearly 20000 men and horses died in the front army. After sunset, Hu Jun lost 60000 people and horses on this day alone.

Although the garrison won a complete victory, it was also in jeopardy.

They have less than two thousand people left in this war.

Plus, there's really no water in the city.

They have been thirsty for a whole day. By tomorrow, this situation is true and can't hold up.

General Zhao, holding his hand to Bian Ding, said, "five days have passed. Go ahead and see if he's back. If not, we'll kill as many as we can tomorrow!"

Everyone looked awe inspiring and was ready to die.

In this account, it's not those garrisons in Qingcheng. They are ignorant.

Like Zhao Shuangquan and two little generals Zhao, and Shan Xiangpeng, Deng Qizhong and Gu Weiyi, they all know in their hearts.

The so-called doctor Yi went to Chongqing to move the Mexican King's reinforcements. People won't say whether they borrow them or not.

According to the distance.

It's too late