"Crash!"
"Break it open and kill this crafty Yang Hao!!”
Outside the city gate, Basang Jiaba shouted in exasperation.
Eight tall Tibetan soldiers carried logs and slammed into the city gate.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
The city gate had long been broken. The doors of the commoners 'houses had been torn down, and the broken gate boards had been added to it, and they had been bolted together with copper nails.
If it wasn't for the row of soldiers behind the door that had already died in battle and used their bodies to reinforce the door, the city gate would have long been broken.
Inside the city gate, the soldiers in the first row were already dead. The soldiers behind them were fiercely resisting the impact.
They were also running out of strength.
Even if he used a human wall to block it, the door would be broken soon.
Yang Hao and Jiang Ke, one holding the Bright Silver Plum Blossom Spear and the other holding the Heavy Green Spear, were both watching from fifty steps away with tears in their eyes.
Beside them were eleven centurions, who were also the last experts who could take on ten people at once. All of them were watching with tears in their eyes.
He watched as his brothers were exhausted to death one by one and killed by the impact, but he was indifferent.
It wasn't that he didn't want to save her, but that he couldn't!
Only when the soldiers blocking the gate and the soldiers on the city wall who stopped the enemy from climbing the wall were dead could they fight for the last time on the main road fifty steps away from the city gate.
It could be considered that he had used his life to set up three tests for the enemy. Everything was just to stall for time.
Watching his brothers die in battle was really not good!
However, he had to accept it. This was the mission of a warrior!
They had to try their best to stall for time!
Yang Hao looked at the city wall and clenched his fists. He really wanted to go up and fight together!
But no, if he jumped up and the thieves broke through the city, what should he do?
He could still stall for a little more time at the last stage.
On the city wall, the battle was still intense. After all, this was the last battle.
"Kill them!"
"Cut, cut the ladder, cut the rope, don't let them come up.”
The hundred wounded soldiers took command.
Although they were only soldiers, they had more combat experience than the 600 prisoners. At this time, he would be the commander.
They were the brains, and those 600 prisoners were the combat power!
The Tibetan general said,"Fire, fire!”
"Don't let them cut the ladder and the rope!”
Although the Tibetan soldiers were uncultured, they still understood the basic commands.
The savage-looking Tibetan soldiers quickly climbed up the ladder and quickly swung the hook. Then, they grabbed the rope and tried to climb up the city wall.
At the same time, arrows were continuously aimed at the prisoner warriors who had emerged from the battlements and were holding knives to cut down the scaling ladders.
Ah!
Two prisoner warriors of the Han Family were shot in the stomach and fell off the city wall.
However, just as he fell off the city wall and was about to fall to his death, he swung his saber with all his might.
This slash either killed a Tibetan soldier or cut off the leg of a Tibetan warhorse.
Puchi!
A bearded prisoner looked at the city wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Hahaha!
"Mother, son used to bully my comrades.”
"I was wrong. I have atoned for my sins!"
"Old man!"
"You can raise your head and be a human now!"
Ahhh!
A Tibetan scimitar slashed over angrily. This heroic prisoner warrior had returned to his hometown!
"Big Brother Zhao!"
Wuuuu!
"Brother Zhao, you can go home after a year!”
......
"Fire back, fire back!"
An old soldier who was still bandaged ordered loudly, but no one was holding a bow anymore.
"Big brother, there are no more arrows!"
This report caused the eyes of the wounded soldiers who were commanding to darken. This was what it meant to fight until they ran out of ammunition and food. Without bows and arrows to fight back, wouldn't those who stuck their heads out to cut down the ladder die?
Basang Jiaba saw that there were no arrows shooting down from the city wall, no logs falling down, and no rolling stones falling down.
He laughed.
Haha!
"Men, they don't have bows and arrows. Climb up and kill them!”
"Yes!"
On the city wall, the wounded soldiers picked up their weapons.
The prisoners whose blood had been boiling and who had seen their cellmates die in battle all picked up their sabers, too.
They could only climb up and fight on the city wall.
The hundred wounded soldiers wanted to stand at the front, but they were stopped by the prisoners.
"You're all injured. Move back!"
All year round, he was ordered by these soldiers to repair the city walls and fortifications. It had always been the loud orders of the soldiers.
Today, it was their turn to order the wounded soldiers.
"That's right. You're already injured like this. Why are you going to the front?”
"If we die, you can come again!"
" Retreat, retreat! Don't die for nothing!"
Awesome!
He had finally taken revenge. He could finally speak loudly to the soldiers.
How dare a prisoner talk to a soldier like that?
He dared!
The wounded soldiers 'eyes were wet and red, and they were secretly sobbing. Looking at the back of the man standing in front of them with his saber in hand, they felt that he was very tall!
Prisoners, no, they were warriors!
"Kill them!"
Just as the Tibetan soldiers stepped on the city wall, the 600 prisoners raised their long knives.
Ding!
On one side, they would rather die than let them climb up the city wall!
One side was going all out to climb up the city wall!
There were constantly Tibetan soldiers falling down, as well as soldiers in prison uniforms.
There were also two people who stabbed their knives into their stomachs, and they grabbed their necks and fell down together.
Hahaha!
"In the past, when I bullied my comrades, I was called a beast!”
"Today, I'm fighting for my comrades. I should be a good man.”
A rough man in his thirties roared and killed ten Tibetan soldiers.
He had been stabbed eight times, and the arm holding the knife was broken.
Ahhh!
Finally, he used his final weapon, himself, to launch a final attack on the enemy.
With a single stride, he used his head to knock down an enemy soldier who had just climbed up like a fish leaping over a dragon gate.
At the same time, he fell down.
His body was like a round log, smashing a few Tibetan soldiers to death!
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