"kill!"

A powerful burly man from Kong Wu stepped on his companion's shoulders and jumped out of the wooden wall. He was still in the air and shouted a thunderous roar.

Several long spears were pulled out of a Han soldier's chest, and with blood dripping around, stabbed him like lightning.

The Han soldiers had nowhere to focus in the air, stepped on their legs, pressed the shield in their hands towards the soles of their feet, blocking all the long spears. The blade of the gun passed through the iron sheet covered with the wooden shield, and a string of sparks burst out.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Han soldiers fell to the ground. As soon as the man stood firm, he swung the long sword in his hand and swept it hard like a whirlwind, sweeping away a long sword.

"clang!"

The blades intertwined, and another wave of Mars emerged.

In just one breath, the Han soldiers had already stood firm behind the wooden wall. Although there were many Jurchen soldiers around them, they had swords and shields in their hands and stepped on the ground. There were still a steady stream of people jumping from the wall behind them. As long as they were stabilizing here for a moment and expanding the scope, no one could stop the Han soldiers from passing through the wall.

The burly man was very happy, haha, it seems that the first contribution to breaking the wall must be mine!

The Jurchen soldiers around him naturally knew that they were powerful, and they knew that they would block the place. If a few more Han soldiers jumped off, they would be finished.

After a quick mentality, several long spears stabbed again, but the Han soldiers were cunning. They knew that they were one inch long and one inch stronger. They rolled their bodies, lay on the ground and avoided the spear head, swung their shields upwards under the long sword, and cut off the legs of several Jurchen soldiers.

The Jurchen soldiers dodged in a mess, and there was a loophole in the wall. Several Han soldiers jumped out of the above with swords and guns. Several people stood in groups and expanded the space. The crisis of breaking the wall immediately became enlarged.

At the critical moment, a wave of people and horses swept over. All of these people were superb martial arts and extremely powerful in combat. They were even more tacit in their hands. They were holding big swords and heavy axes, and their power was extremely powerful.

Several Han soldiers leaning against the wooden wall formed a formation as soon as they met the group of people, they were chopped into meat paste.

"Kill!" Wanyan Chengsi, who had red eyes, said nothing, but just repeated this simple word. He killed the Han soldiers who came over the wall here, and then led his personal guards to another place.

The wooden wall was too long, and it was several miles away. The Mongolian army attacked indiscriminately, fighting every inch of the wall, and every section of the wall was under attack.

Thousands of Jurchen soldiers were scattered behind the wooden walls, which sounded like a large number of people, but they were too short of guarding them separately. There was only a row of people behind each section of the wooden walls, and it was really difficult to block the crowds.

Wanyan Chengsi divided his reserve team, that is, his personal soldiers, into several teams, extinguishing fires everywhere and supporting him. He ran to wherever he was tight. He also led a team of people to rescue him behind the long wooden wall.

This kind of tactic is really exhausting, and the attack of the Mongolian army outside the wall seemed to be exhausted. More than an hour passed from the beginning of the battle to this moment. The corpses outside the wooden wall were piled up into mountains, but the Mongolian Han soldiers had no intention of retreating at all. Waves of people surging like waves, one after another, and waves came up again and again. The archers were strong and accurate. As long as the Jurchens showed their heads, they would be bowed and arrows, and they could only be passively guarded.

Wanyan Chengsi understood that the loss of the wooden wall was just a matter of time.

He still had a slight fantasy in his heart: if it persists until dark, it will be inconvenient to fight, and the Mongolian army may retreat.

This fantasy supported him, running behind the wooden wall, waving his long sword and fighting desperately.

"Stand by! The Mongolians killed our relatives. Now we can earn one if we kill one, and kill two more to earn a pair!" He roared, chopping out the knife and retracting it.

But there were too many enemies, and more and more Han soldiers jumped off the wall. Several places had formed formations and landed, and the Jurchen soldiers were fighting less and less. The guards in many places were already unable to support them. After all, it was not possible for everyone to swing a knife for one or two hours in a row.

High-intensity fighting is a process of high-speed secretion of adrenaline. It will gradually become fatigued if it is irreversible. Superman can persist in the long-term strength.

The number of people around Wanyan Chengsi gradually decreased, and they were all injured. The Han soldiers were not mediocre. Liu Heima's subordinates were all warriors who had been licking blood from the knife all year round. In terms of battlefield experience, they were no worse than Wanyan Chengsi and other veterans of the loyal and filial army.

Wanyan Chengsi's helmet fell somewhere, and his hair bun, which he tied with a hairpin, was loose due to the violent movements. His arms were sore when he was fighting with someone just now. His mouth hurt very much, and it was probably cracked.

He really wanted to stay on the ground and take a good breath.

But no, there are people fighting everywhere around me. Here is a wall that is almost lost. All the Jurchen soldiers guarding here are dead. The Han soldiers jumped off the wall one after another like dumplings. If they are not blocked, the entire wall will be lost.

"ah!"

He suddenly burst out and pushed the blood-covered sword in his hand forward. The blade stabbed out straight and fancy, stabbed into the chest of a Han soldier who had just landed. The Han soldier twisted his face in pain and shouted loudly, smashing a mace in his hand towards Wanyan Chengsi's head.

The long sword was still embedded in the Han soldiers' chest and could not be pulled out. Wanyan Chengsi had to retreat and avoid the attack.

The Han soldier ran forward a few more steps, muttering, and fell head-on. The long knife handle supported the ground, and supported his body half-kneeled and could not fall down. Blood flowed all over the ground along the blade.

Wanyan Chengsi had no chance to draw his sword, and another Han soldier jumped down and danced one three-strand fork to make the wind.

He was unarmed and forced to retreat continuously. His personal soldiers on both sides were fighting hard, and no one could support him.

The Han soldier holding the fork also had red eyes. He jumped in on the body of his companion, and hatred also mobilized his emotions to the limit. His eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at Wanyan Chengsi.

Three forks stabbed Wanyan Chengsi, one fork was as fierce as the other. Wanyan Chengsi dodged in a mess, and danger was everywhere.

Suddenly, a garlic was mixed under his feet and was pressed by a body of a Jurchen soldier or a Han soldier. Wanyan Chengsi accidentally fell down and leaned over and over.

The Han soldier was overjoyed and smiled grimly and inserted his fork hard. The three sharp thorns went to Wanyan Chengsi's throat.

At that moment, Wanyan Chengsi's mind was blank and he thought nothing. Only the four words "My Life is Rest" suddenly jumped out and echoed in his mind. He was very dissatisfied. How could he die like this before he was revenged?

But what can we do? Beg for mercy? Are we begging for life? Wanyan Chengsi held his breath and stared at the three-strand fork, gritting his teeth and planning to die more decent.

A strange knife stretched over and opened a fork.

The blade, which was almost half a height of an ordinary person, continued to slash along the long handle of the fork, and went to the Han soldiers' hands like lightning. The Han soldiers were so scared that they quickly threw away their weapons, and barely saved their hands.

The Mo Dao did not stop, and strangely drew an arc in the air, turning the upper to the lower cut, and cutting across the cross-cut without diminishing force. The double-sided blades cut through the Han Bing's neck effortlessly, and blood fountains came out.

Wanyan Chengsi moved his eyes and saw a heavy infantry full of black armor stepping over from behind. The grown knife slashed forward like an axe, slashing another Han soldier who jumped off the wall head-on in half.

Immediately afterwards, two identical heavy armored Mo Dao hands followed from both sides, poked the long swords at the top of the wall, forcing several Han soldiers who had just emerged on the wall to fall from the other end of the wall.

The first heavy armored ghost soldier turned around, raised his head and lifted his armor, revealing the face of Kowloon Ande.

He reached out and pulled Wanyan Chengsi up and said seriously: "Mr. Wanyan, it is impossible to defend here. Go and light the fire quickly and we will withdraw!"
Chapter completed!