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- "No!"
After responding, Feng Changge went directly to the city and began to gather his deployment.
"Brothers, the time has come to serve our country loyally. We may not be able to come back. If you have anything to say, say it now! We only have half a stick of incense to prepare!"
The battle on the city was becoming more and more urgent, with the Huns attacking frantically from three directions: east, west, and south.
The east and south directions can still barely support the attack, but the west, as the main direction of attack, is still in danger.
If these siege engines are not dealt with as soon as possible, I am afraid that the outer city will soon be lost.
Even though they still have Wengcheng, once the outer city is lost, they really have no way out.
After all, the Huns' military advantage is too great, if they continue to be consumed at the current ratio of almost two for one.
I¡¯m afraid they will be exhausted soon.
"Zhuzi, go back and tell my mother that I am not a coward!"
"Er Nao, go back and tell my wife to bring up your son well! Tell my son that when he grows up, he must join the army and then fight these bastard Huns!"
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"Brothers, let's take a step forward. We will still be brothers in the next life!"
The corners of Feng Changge's eyes were also a little red. In fact, everyone understood that there were too many Huns. I'm afraid, what if they left a message?
Can the people in this city really survive?
"Brothers, there is nothing but death on the left and right, so let's kill them to death. Each person brings me a bag of grease. After burning the rags outside, let's kill them to death!"
While Feng Changge was speaking, he took the lead in taking over a huge animal skin package. This was the grease they had finally obtained.
This thing has now become their last hope. Whether it can succeed depends on whether they are close enough.
"Lord Du Tong is right, the left and right are nothing but death! Kill one without losing anything, kill two and gain one. Anyway, with the king here, our mother-in-law is not afraid that no one will care about her! Brothers, I, Lao Zhang, have taken the first step!"
A soldier laughed wildly as he took a package and stuffed it directly into the saddle bag.
"Hahaha, you're right. Even if you die, you can't make these sons of bitches look down on you. Let those sons of bitches, the Huns, see the demeanor of our Han family!"
Seeing the only quiet North City Gate open, Feng Changge laughed wildly, slapped his horse and rushed out.
Behind him, a thousand soldiers followed closely, everyone holding the hand crossbow tightly.
When the city gate behind him closed again, Feng Changge silently looked back at Dongfang.
There is the direction of home
Daddy, mother, and children are not filial, I am afraid that you have to make your second old grave. No one sacrifice
?? Wang Tou, isn¡¯t it just to kill the Hun dog? I even brought your share today!
The howling north wind kept blowing, and the tears in the corners of my eyes were already dried by the north wind before they fell.
Amidst the neighing of the war horses, countless Huns rushed towards them
Feng Changge leaned down directly, silently calculating the distance between the two sides.
Three hundred steps later, the enemy's figure was already very clear.
Two hundred steps away, the roars of the Huns could already be heard.
A hundred steps later, Feng Changge silently raised the crossbow in his hand.
Behind him, all the Han cavalrymen clenched their crossbows and adjusted their body postures.
This may be the last time he shoots in this life. He doesn¡¯t want to waste any of the ten crossbow arrows in his hand.
Eighty steps later, he had already entered the shooting range of the hand crossbow, but today, he still wanted to wait!
Come closer, come closer!
In this way, we can kill as many Huns as possible. Even killing one more is good!
Fifty steps later, the Huns' cavalry bows were already beginning to show their power.
Forty steps is the ultimate distance. After all, they have ten arrows!
"shoot!"
Feng Changge gave an order, and all the Han cavalry buckled their teeth, braving the Huns' bows and arrows.
At a distance of forty steps, they only had one chance to launch, so everyone chose to adjust the hand crossbows to group firing status.
The attack method of thousands of arrows immediately caused the Huns who rushed in front to be attacked indiscriminately.
In just an instant, a vacuum appeared in the Huns' queue.
"Pa¡ª¡ª"
After the launch, Feng Changge slammed the hand crossbow in his hand, which was usually as precious as his life, to pieces.
He has no use for this thing
All the cavalry behind him are following the same example, and everyone has the same mentality. Even if it is smashed, it cannot be left to those sons of bitches!
"Hahahahaha, the big man is victorious!"
Feng Changge laughed wildly and drew out his horizontal sword, and with the speed of the horse running wildly, he directly cut off the head of a Huns.
"The great Han is victorious!"
"Thousands of Han troops were like tigers emerging from their cages, and with thunderous momentum, they directly collided with the Huns' troops.
This is a battle with no return. Everyone is forcing themselves to look forward. As for those companions who are unfortunate enough to fall, they have their own battles to continue
"The great Han is victorious!"
After breaking out of the first wave of enemy formations, Feng Changge's body was already covered in blood. Even though he was wearing plate armor, a stray arrow pierced his shoulder along the gap in the armor.
He laughed wildly and pulled it out directly. The wound hurt, but he had no time to deal with it.
He knew without looking that the wound must be ugly. After all, it was a wolf-fang arrow.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he finally felt a trace of warmth, but he didn¡¯t expect that it was his own blood that brought warmth
"The great Han is victorious!"
Behind Feng Changge, only eight hundred Han cavalry were left, shouting war trumpets and followed them.
"Hahaha, if a man dies, he will die, but I want a fight!"
Xicheng was already in sight. Looking at the Huns who were like a tide, Feng Changge laughed wildly and roared.
"I just want a fight!"
"I just want a fight!"
"I just want a fight!"
Looking at this small team like moths rushing to a flame, Jinachuan looked gloomy and asked the soldiers around him to prepare to fire arrows.
However, at this moment, Borg, who was silent, clamped the scimitar in his hand directly around his neck.
"You're crazy!"
Jinachuan roared angrily.
"Although I look down on the Han people, they are real warriors. Warriors should not die under hidden arrows. Give me an order not to shoot arrows. I will personally chop off their heads!"
Borg¡¯s eyes were full of enthusiasm. Ever since Old Shanyu died, he hadn¡¯t had this urge to fight for a long time
The north wind was strong, snowflakes suddenly started to drift in the sky, and the first snow in Shuofang finally came.
However, the snowflakes in the sky cannot hide the passion of the Han man on the ground
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