"flutter!"
The sound of a long knife piercing into flesh was heard, but was instantly drowned out by the countless noisy waves around. A bloody and sticky smell came to his face. Someone was stabbing with a spear at the side, and his companions behind him shot arrows, and the bowstrings vibrated.
Wang Han stared with wide eyes, looking at the tall Turkic soldier in front of him, bleeding. Thick blood spurted out from his ribs to his chest, splashing all over his face, and some even rushed into his mouth, hot.
He couldn't help but stick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips. A burning emotion rose up from his heart and his whole body suddenly became hot. He looked back at Zhou Yi, who was standing on the top of the city with a stern expression, as if he was waiting for something.
Zhou Yi stood at the highest place on the city wall. The supreme spiritual perception of the Jiuxiao Sutra continued to spread like a tide, covering the entire Linhuang Prefecture. All the subtle movements of the enemy outside the city could not escape Zhou Yi's perception range.
At this moment, Youming was commanding the Turkish army to launch a fierce attack on the city walls from the east and west. This was a common tactic used by the Turkish army when attacking a city, which would delay most of the city's defense forces on the east and west sides. Once the war became tense and the opponent was stretched thin, the Turkish cavalry, known for their speed, could launch a surprise attack on other city walls at any time!
At this moment, the Turkic army, numbering more than 600,000, was only launching offensives on the east and west sides. The dense crowd filled the large plain under Linhuang Prefecture. They were shoulder to shoulder, with the front and back rows so close together that it was difficult to breathe.
With such a powerful army, there is really no need to care about any military tactics, formations, or strategies! With this advantage in numbers, the troops all over the mountains and fields are enough to overwhelm Zhou Yi and others.
The war drums roared and the shouts of killing shook the sky!
The soldiers and horses below the city were so dense that the archers on the top of the city didn't even need to aim. Row after row of archers took turns shooting intensively. Thousands of strong bows were pulled into full moons with a "squeak" and then shot out with a "whoosh". The dense rain of arrows poured down on the heads of the Turkic soldiers like a continuous rainstorm.
The soldiers who barely managed to break through the rain of arrows and get a little closer to the city wall were smashed into meat paste by the rolling stones that kept falling from the city walls; boiling hot oil was poured on their heads; the city walls were slippery and steep, making it difficult to climb; sometimes, they were knocked to the ground from a high place by a barrage of swords and spears just as they climbed up.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi discovered that hundreds of tall ladders were approaching, and siege vehicles were parked under the city and were slowly approaching among the crowds!
These siege weapons are the specialties of the Central Plains. The ethnic groups outside the Great Wall have never been very proficient in them. Unexpectedly, in order to capture Linhuang Prefecture, Fengyan City has taken out all these treasures. The battle can no longer wait!
Flags were suddenly waved on the city wall, and several barely noticeable figures gradually joined the battle.
Thousands of archers fired arrows without stopping for a moment, pouring down like an overwhelming storm. Normally, no individual archer could stand out in such a battle, but... the God of Archery can!
The condensed formless breaking energy was attached to the arrow. As Zhebie quickly pulled the Sun-piercing Bow in his hand, the dazzling sword beams shot out in succession with a sharp sound of breaking wind. Almost every sound of breaking wind meant that at least one Turkic soldier was completely buried in the earth!
“Ouch!”
Just as Zhebie's arrows, which never missed their targets, attracted everyone's attention, a loud eagle cry suddenly pierced the sky!
Heshal swooped down quickly from the sky on a giant eagle. Many soldiers had just reacted and had no time to wave their weapons before they were knocked to the ground by the fierce gust of wind caused by the giant eagle's swooping.
As soon as they landed, the man and the eagle did not stop, but shot straight towards the archers behind the opponent's formation and flew away!
The giant eagle rushed over with its huge wings flapping, and it was invincible. Wherever it went, strong winds whistled and swept wildly. The Turkic soldiers with low martial arts skills were unable to resist at all and were knocked aside one after another.
In an instant, the entire array of archers was thrown into chaos by Hesaer!
At this time, the first group of Turkic soldiers finally climbed onto the top of the city wall, stepping on the pile of corpses. The Khitan warriors defending the city refused to give in and fought to the death. The two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and the fierce fighting immediately kicked off. Countless sharp weapons were slashing and killing each other. The two sides gnashed their teeth in the fierce battle, and blood was everywhere. The human bodies on the top of the city wall soon piled up, and the two sides continued to fight on the bodies of the wounded and the dead, and screams continued.
“Damn it!”
In the direction of the distant formation, Hu Chi, a burly man in armor and holding a sharp weapon, showed an anxious look on his face. He was the main general of the central army under the Netherworld. At this moment, several leading generals were quickly killed by Zhebie's arrows. In addition, the entire formation in the rear had been completely broken up by Hesar's attack. This was a big taboo in military strategy!
Thinking of this, Hu Chi swung his fist hard in anger, and was about to stand up and go into battle with his spear raised!
A faint, terrifying voice that made one's whole body shiver suddenly rang in one's ears.
"General Tigertooth, where do you want to go?"
His pupils suddenly shrank, and beads of sweat quickly oozed out of Huchi's body. If he could sneak behind him silently, if he wanted to take his head, wouldn't that also be...
A terrible thought flashed through Huchi's mind quickly. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and swung the sword in his hand, which weighed more than a hundred pounds, almost at the same time. The power to split mountains and rocks came almost instantly, and then...
Huh... ... .
Missed the target?!
"I wanted to express my feelings to you again. I didn't expect you to be so impatient. I'm really... sorry!" In the almost empty air on the left, ripples suddenly appeared, and a short, skinny figure with dark skin suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if by magic!
The dark-skinned man suddenly grinned, looking as honest and simple as a Mongolian man should be. Then he picked up an erhu and started playing it suddenly. In response to the melody of the music, the mysterious air around him was stirred rapidly, and the terrifying air wave spread out in an instant, violently hitting Huchi's heavy armor!
Then... ... sizzle... sizzle... ..sizzle... ...
The heavy armor that was originally invulnerable to swords and guns actually began to crack piece by piece, turning into small pieces of iron sheets that slowly fell to the ground. Then, a muffled "bang" was heard, and the tiger-toothed chest suddenly collapsed, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then the body shook and fell, and died tragically on the ground.
The skinny man, still with a somewhat honest smile, stared at Huchi's unbelievable face, shook his head and said: "Oh! What a pity, I forgot to tell you! I am the Thirteenth Wing of Mongolia - Baiyan!" (To be continued)