Zhu Zhiling frowned. When he heard Hao Fenglou's call for help, he stepped on the female wall, he jumped up like a celestial woman descending to earth. The sword in his hand took advantage of the momentum and slashed across, and blood immediately splashed.

Hao Fenglou was sweating profusely. Seeing the rebel who was about to behave violently at him, he threw himself into a pool of blood. So Lord Hao was furious, his eyebrows stood up, and he said irreconcilably: "What a thief, how dare he be arrogant in front of me!" After that, he pulled out his knife and then took a knife on the rebel.

More and more rebels were rushing up the aisles of the entire city wall. In this narrow space, countless people fought in a melee. After the short gun was shot, they drew out swords. Countless swords collided with each other, and the gold and iron clashed, and countless people's eyes were red.

The musketman Xie Tao was particularly tired today. He was the one night last night, but he only slept for an hour in the morning. At this time, both feet were a little weak. Fortunately, he had a large amount of exercises and could occasionally support him like this. When a large number of rebels rushed to the city, the hundreds of households shouted: "Kill!"

Without saying a word, Xie Tao immediately pulled out the long sword from his waist.

Unlike the grenadier's sword, the musketeers used thin swords, which weighed only two kilograms. They swung like arms, and could not feel the weight in their hands, but they were extremely sharp. In the past, there was an hour of assassination every two days. Therefore, Xie Tao was not unfamiliar with the thin sword in his hand. At this time, he saw countless rebels rushing up and couldn't help gritting his teeth, and his mind was even more buzzing.

At this time, Hao Fenglou shouted: "Everyone is grouped together, don't be impatient, take the weapons and defeat these traitors. I, Hao Fenglou, is here, and the Emperor is here, everyone, Hao, I dare not say that you will be able to make contributions and besieged in the future, nor can I guarantee whether you can survive today. But I tell you, Hao is powerless and I am willing to stick with you here, and no one wants to take a step. Kill!"

"kill!"

Thrilling shouts of killing erupted around, and everyone pulled their throats and rushed towards the rebels without hesitation, slashed with a knife, stabbed with a sword, shot with a short gun, kicked with a foot, and bumped with their bodies.

Xie Tao's blood was boiling.

The reason why his blood was boiling was not because Hao Fenglou's slogan was moving, nor was he infected by his companions' shouts of killing.

It was just because there was a little warmth in the deepest part of his heart, because he was just a slave whom he hated to see a dog. He had seen the graves for others and used a cattle as a horse, but he was still despised. It was Lord Hao who gave him food, clothes and clothes to give him dignity. He clearly remembered that when he was sick, the first time a doctor came to see him. He also clearly remembered that when he was tired for a day of training, his family came to check in with candles to cover him with quilts.

He has never felt as good as he is today as he is, a person with flesh and blood, and dignified person.

He held the sword tightly and saw a group of rebels swarming with swords and rushing towards Lord Hao. Xie Tao was angry. He had never felt such anger in his life. He followed everyone and shouted to kill. His fatigue swept away in an instant, rushed forward and stabbed a rebel with a thin sword.

The rebel looked at him hideously and raised his sword to kill him.

The two collided, and both swords and swords were knocked open. Finally, they hugged each other. Xie Tao bit his ears and let out a low roar, while exerting force on his teeth and then exerting force.

The bloody ears immediately bit open, and the rebels burst into blood and screamed in pain.

Xie Tao stood up crookedly and picked up his sword. His eyes were filled with tears. He rarely cried, but today his eyes were blurred with tears. In fact, this was his first time killing people at such a close distance. A strong smell of blood came from his mouth, and there was an urge to vomit. He staggered with the sword. The rebel seemed to realize something, covered his ears, looked at him with begging eyes, and his body kept wriggling backwards.

At this moment, Xie Tao suddenly felt a little sympathy. He was not a bloodthirsty person. Even if he was a murderer, he was just holding a long gun and killing the enemy a hundred meters away. Only then could he not feel guilty. But today... what happened in front of him made him a little unacceptable. His hands were trembling, shaking unconsciously, and shaking too much, so that his body trembled slightly.

The rebels felt his hesitation, and the expression on his face became more eager, almost crying: "Give me your life...Give me your life..."

Say life...

Xie Tao's body shuddered, and suddenly, he sneered. He realized that his mission and mission were to defend this place, to follow Lord Hao's orders, and to drive away all the people who were trying to destroy everything here.

Xie Tao's eyes turned bloody. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, finally stepped forward, and stabbed the sword into the rebel's chest.

Puchi.

The sharp sword blade instantly pierced the flesh and blood, and then pulled it out again with a burst of passion.

"Kill!" Xie Tao roared, and waved his sword together with many people who had the same experience and the same state of mind, and rushed towards the rebels without hesitation.

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"Hu...hu...hu...hu..." A sensation of hot sweat appeared on Zhu Di's forehead, and many people were desperately huddled by his side. Some were desperate to protect him with their flesh and blood, while others regarded him as a thorn in their eyes and wanted to put him to death.

He held the long knife and felt that his physical strength was a little weak. However... he felt only pleasure.

He seemed to have been ten years younger all of a sudden. Ten years ago, he was like this, bathing in the desert, bathing in Peking, and bathing in Shandong. He seemed to be a destined god, and was destined to be inseparable from the golden swords and iron horses all his life. Zhu Di felt very happy. After taking a break, he rushed over again, as if he was as fierce as a tiger on the mountain, unstoppable.

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At this time, Hao Fenglou felt a little tragic. He didn't like such an environment. He was destined not to be the kind of person who rushed forward. If it weren't for the protection of his personal soldiers and Zhu Zhiling, he would be afraid that he would have been chopped for meat sauce now.

At first, he felt that his face was a little thin. Lord Hao, the glorious Jinyiwei, could stop the child from crying at night, actually needed the protection of a woman. So Lord Hao's face turned slightly red. This was definitely not an excited red, but a red that wanted to pierce his head into the crack of the wall.

I have to say that people are still very adaptable. Gradually, Hao Fenglou got used to it. He comforted himself in his heart, at least... he had a beautiful sister around him to protect him. Do you have it? Do you have it?

So he got angry, and the personal soldiers around him chopped the rebels in front of him and covered in blood. Lord Hao rushed forward, and his fierce and vicious roared: "Thief, look at my 18th posture of plum blossoms falling on the moon." After several slashes, he cut over the person, only regretting that he had not invented the camera of a fool, otherwise he would step on the traitor's body, and he would have to look cold and shout eggplant.

Both sides were exhausted, and both sides were trying hard to support. The aisle of the city wall was very narrow. It was precisely because of this that the defenders were given the opportunity to fight desperately. The defenders went crazy and tried their best to do all their tricks. Even if they died with the rebels who had climbed up and jumped off the city and blocked together, they would never take a step back.

At Lang San Pass, the dawn of victory finally bloomed, but Chen Qin-rang and Li Li's good mood did not last long, because they suddenly realized that even if they fought closely, the defenders were still much more tenacious than they thought.

One hour...two hours...three hours...

The city wall was filled with corpses, but the sound of victory still did not appear.

Chen Qinrang looked at the city tower and still saw countless people crowding and shouting for killing.

Chen Qinrang narrowed his eyes, feeling a little uneasy.

Five days have been spent. In five days, a small pass guard less than a thousand people have blocked the 80,000 army for five days. During these five days, Chen Qinrang has suffered heavy losses, and even the morale of the entire army has fallen to the bottom. If it continues to be consumed, Chen Qinrang will definitely believe that his troops will be completely depressed.

He couldn't wait any longer, his patience had reached its limit.

Suddenly, he smiled coldly, looked at Li Li, and said, "General Li, victory is in sight. Please let your troops enter the city quickly, otherwise you will miss the opportunity to fight and regret it at that time."

Leli smiled without saying a word.

As if he was hesitating for a moment, he whispered a few instructions to an Annan man.

The unique sound of the Annan people sounded, and another group of black soldiers rushed towards the city.

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At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the horizon, and the sound of horse hooves grew louder and denser from far to near.

The earth was trembling, rumbling like thunder.

The thunder was not obvious at first, but slowly, it began to overwhelm the shouts of killing on the city gate.

So, a riding shadow suddenly appeared in the wilderness lined by the sky and the earth. The knight was wearing a mail and holding a flag. The flag was embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold.

When Chen Qinrang looked over with the sound, he vaguely saw the flag. With his years of experience in military service in the Ming Dynasty, he immediately recognized the identity of the flag.

His pupils contracted, and his chin was about to fall.

Knight Camp!

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Chapter completed!