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One more day.

When twenty or thirty cavalrymen saw Zaren's large group of men, they whipped their horses wildly and ran towards him.

"Where are you, Commander of the Hundreds of Cavalry? Where are the people?" Zaren was so embarrassed that a bad premonition arose in his heart while he was furious.

"Sir, we Baiqi were surrounded by the Han army. We were chased for more than twenty miles before we came back. The commander of Baiqi was killed in the battle, and we are the only ones left."

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"Binu, where is Li Jie?"

"Both of the two hundred cavalry commanders have died in the battle. Our numbers are too small and we will be defeated soon. The remaining ones who are alive are all here."

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At dusk on the third day, the day's fighting was over. Zaren checked his men and gasped. In the dozens of attacks by the Han army, he unknowingly lost nearly half of his troops.

We had a lot of troops, and our own talents killed more than ten or twenty soldiers of the Han army.

If it was just Zallun with a thousand cavalry and these Han army's enemies, Zallun would have completely failed. He was harassed by the Han army in turns, trying to waste his military strength, and was lured away to fight, but he could only be defeated by various

Defeated. When Zaren was the only one left, with more than half of his casualties, his army should have lost all morale and disintegrated.

But fortunately, Zaren is not alone, there is Hudu Wanqi behind him.

On the fourth day, Pingchuan and Shanyang smashed the heads of Qiulin Wanqi and Xubu Wanqi. Sixteen or seven thousand people merged into the Hudu Wanqi camp. The combined strength of the two armies reached 25,000 cavalry.

It turned into a black dragon and headed towards Yin Mountain.

They have to cross Yin Mountain to join up with their own army in the north city of Izumokou, and then, let's talk about it...

Izumoguchi North Castle.

The wind and snow that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the sun came out the next day. Seeing the violent collision between the Hu and Han armies at Izumokou, the sun was about to set again.

The amber glow gradually receded from the horizon. The hazy twilight lingered between the sky and the earth, and the white water turned from clear and clear to a deep iron-green color. The first stars in the sky were quietly embedded in the gray sky, like an eternity.

It moved even as little as the candlelight. The last glow of the sunset fell, and the splendor gradually returned to dullness. A bright crescent moon rose in the mid-air, like a solitary boat floating in the boundless sky.

——

The sky was completely dark, but the Hu Qi under the North City had no intention of giving up and returning to the camp. They lit torches one by one and made piles of bonfires rise.

The horns were blaring, the drums were beating loudly, and the dark Hu cavalry began to change their formations again. They were obviously preparing for another attack. Under the cover of night, where the Hedong Army at the head of the city could not see, more than a dozen brand-new weapons were

The towering well railings have been erected like ghosts in Hu Qi's rear formation.

Zhizhu Landu stood tall in front of Wanduo Huqi, his eyes hanging with the blood dripping from his forehead, staring at the somewhat dilapidated North City wall three hundred steps ahead, with murderous intent and determination in his deep pupils.

burst out——

He wanted revenge, he wanted to take Beicheng, and he wanted to kill every Han Chinese he could see.

Corpse Zhu Lan both cut their faces and swore an oath, swore an oath!

"Attack, continue to attack -"

The corpse was screaming crazily as he chased Landu, but what he was thinking about in his mind was Longcheng, where his family is located. He wanted to kill every Han Chinese, every one——

Hatred gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake. When he thought about the fact that Dragon City was broken, he went crazy with hatred.

No matter what his orders were, he had no mercy on his troops. Shi Zhulan just wanted to kill every Han he could see. Those Han people were in Beicheng!

At the top of the North City, Li Panlong narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned. Hu Gou was so desperate, which was beyond his expectation.

However, a night battle is a night battle! Grandpa will accompany him to the end. A cold light flashed across Li Panlong's eyes in the firelight.

Looking back and looking around, I saw that although the Hedong Army soldiers waiting at the top of the city showed a certain degree of fatigue, they all had a strong fighting spirit, with murderous intent in their eyes, and there was no problem with their morale.

"Uuuuuuu——"

"Dong dong dong————"

Outside the city, the sound of drums and horns became louder and louder.

In front of the Hu cavalry formation, Zhi Zhulandu raised his sword above his head, and then slashed forward violently. Standing solemnly behind him, a Yinhuan Hu general immediately hit his horse and ran out.

“Warriors of the grassland, follow me—”

"Boom, boom, boom -" the captain roared loudly, and he saw the Hu Cavalry Formation with more than a thousand Hu Cavalry protruding from the front of the formation, and the sound of horse hooves was as loud as thunder.

He galloped to the place where the arrow was shot in Beicheng City, drew his bow and nocked an arrow. Arrows rained down from Beicheng, Hu Qi continued to run forward, then he let go, and a rain of arrows rose from the ground amidst the screams.

There are also some Huqi, under the cover of their companions holding shields high, polishing the torches in the wind, and the hemp ropes soaked in kerosene are wrapped around the arrow clusters. They touch the torch lightly and sparks sparkle on the arrows.

The array suddenly lit up.

The next moment, someone in the queue waved his hand, and hundreds of burning rockets flew into the air, drawing eye-catching trajectories in the air, and roared towards the head of the North City.

The head of Beicheng City.

Li Panlong stood as tall as a pine, staring at the bottom of the city with his fiery eyes. His majestic figure seemed as motionless as a mountain. Above the city, hundreds of Hedong Army crossbowmen were preparing a canopy of equally sharp weapons.

The arrows rained down on Hu Qi’s head.

After several days of tug-of-war, the military reserves in the North City were greatly consumed, especially in terms of bows and crossbows. The heavy snow and water vapor in the past few days had destroyed many strings. If the snow did not stop, he would not know if it continued like this.

Are there any bowstrings available?

However, in the past few days of fighting against the opposite Hu Qi, Li Panlong still clearly noticed something strange. Since the day before yesterday, the intensity of Hu Qi's attack seemed to have become much more intense.

Both the number of times and the intensity have been greatly improved. The pressure on Beicheng has increased sharply!

After all, Li Panlong still only has 4,000 troops, and there are 20,000 barbarians outside.
Chapter completed!