Chapter 2368: Battle for the City Gate
The sun shines on the top of the city, making it look a little sparkling.
General Hallel, who was bathed in the sun, felt the warmth brought by the sun and said, "Let them hurry up."
The Ming army prisoners on the right had already swept over, but it was too cold in the morning and most of them had frostbite on their hands and feet, so they couldn't pick up the speed.
A sergeant came over with a riding crop and whipped him, and the speed really picked up.
The general said proudly: "Look, they will obey this."
The caravans under the city also saw this scene, and most of them were laughing and joking.
"I heard that the Ming people were very powerful before, but after their old emperor passed away, they lost their momentum. Look! They will slowly weaken in the future, and Hallie will dominate the grassland."
A businessman said this almost flatteringly, which immediately attracted the approval of many people.
These people have forgotten the destruction of Pugu and others, and have forgotten that Yili was captured by the Ming army.
There was a guy who was probably a bit stiff. After listening for a while, he suddenly said something.
"The sights in Yiliba are so scary!"
Everyone stopped talking angrily, and then someone retorted: "I heard from those businessmen traveling far away that the emperor of Ming Dynasty is fighting with ministers and scholars, and they will definitely decline."
"Master, do you need help?"
Two men came over and asked a businessman with a flattering smile.
The businessman frowned and waved his hands, as if to shoo away two flies.
The two men sighed and walked forward, continuing to ask the merchants.
Many people leaving the city were stuck in the back, and gradually squeezed in, preparing to leave the city first.
At this time, those Ming army prisoners also happened to be swept above the city gate...
Ma Song raised his head and glanced at General Hallie, murmuring: "I will kill you and make you eat my shit!"
Zhao Xing was beside him and felt depressed after hearing his muttering.
You will die and be killed by these Hared men!
He glanced at Ma Song, shook his head slightly, and then glanced at the city inadvertently.
He saw a pair of eyes.
Sharp eyes!
It was a man, and Zhao Xing saw him take out something from the carriage beside him.
That's a bow and arrow!
He saw that there were many people around the caravan, and they were all groping on the carriage.
Who is this?
He opened his mouth and looked in the direction of the steps to the top of the city. Right there, two men came up slowly, as if they wanted to come up and see the distance.
There is no poetry or beauty in the distance.
A sergeant on the top of the city noticed them and shouted and asked.
"Who are you? Get down!"
Most of these sergeants were looking outside the city, and some were even yawning.
Everyone laughed when they saw these two people coming up with silly faces.
As far as the eye can see, there are more than fifty sergeants at both ends.
This is a powerful force that can kill all the waiting merchants inside and outside the city, so they are smiling easily.
The general was also laughing. He felt that God was good to him and sent two fools to him just when he wanted to have fun.
The two men walked up to the city in a daze. Then two sergeants came up, ready to take them down.
"Kneel down!"
The two sergeants drew their swords and threatened.
In this place and era where human life is worse than dog life, if you see a knife and refuse to listen, then you are seeking death.
The two men were stunned, but they didn't stop.
The general shook his head and looked into the city, thinking about how to torture these two civilians who broke into the city without permission later.
He saw the royal palace, illuminated by the morning light, resplendent in gold and jade.
He saw the merchants and people waiting impatiently for inspection and release at the city gate.
Looking back, he saw a group of men looking up at him.
He saw the open bows, as well as the merchants and people whose expressions changed drastically.
"Enemy attack..."
While warning, he swung his body to the side and avoided the arrow.
The person fell to the ground and had no time to feel the pain.
The general shouted: "Warning!"
This is a procedure. If he doesn't follow it, even if he survives, he will be executed by Miergan himself.
A sergeant picked up the horn and brought it to his mouth.
"kill him!"
With a cold shout, a Ming army under the city raised his bow and drew an arrow.
At the same time that the arrow penetrated into the neck of the warning sergeant, the two Ming soldiers who rushed to the top of the city also quickly engaged the enemy.
The long knife flashed through the air, with a fierceness that was irresistible and unprecedented in its strength.
A sword swing with such force would be impossible to block with a short sword.
So the Ming army turned around and raised the tip of the short sword, like a poisonous snake rushing towards the opponent's throat.
Sergeant Hallie did not expect that his opponent was so skilled. In despair, he roared and tried his best to dodge, but was unable to fight back.
The short knife slashed across his chin, and before the blood could spurt out, the Ming Army sergeant had already stabbed him with his backhand.
Logically speaking, after swinging one sword, it is impossible to quickly swing the second sword without using up all the momentum.
But these soldiers of the Ming Army seemed to be able to use their swords with ease every time. When they sheathed their swords and swung them again, everything was smooth and easy.
This is an elite soldier!
No, it's Super Sgt!
Another sergeant was also intercepted, but his tactics were more decisive.
He grabbed a long knife after a confrontation, and then the city turned into a slaughterhouse.
Who is this?
Two people can gain a foothold at the top of the city. If there is such an elite team in the siege, what city can't be conquered!
The general had already climbed up, but he couldn't go to the front to check, because several soldiers had just rushed over to see the situation under the city gate, but they were hit by arrows one after another, and none of them escaped.
At this moment, the city gate had become a battlefield.
This was not a country that had been peaceful for a long time, so most of the soldiers guarding the gate were brave and brave.
When Wang Yan's knife was blocked, his first reaction was to warn his subordinates: "It's a strong enemy!"
After saying that, he threw the short knife in his hand.
No one would abandon their weapons on the battlefield, that would be suicide.
But Wang Yan was different, and Black Thorn was different too.
They were not an army fighting in battle, but the most elite force, used for local and specific targets.
"Dang!"
The soldier Ha Lie accurately chopped the short knife thrown over, and then felt a black screen in front of his eyes.
He was not afraid, and didn't even look at Wang Yan who rushed over, and swung the knife back.
But his action was destined to be half a beat slower, this was a trick to die together.
The tragic atmosphere immediately enveloped the small area.
But Wang Yan's action was faster than he expected. Just as the knife flashed, Wang Yan's fist came to his forehead.
The heavy fist hit the forehead, and the mouth of the Harley soldier opened to the maximum involuntarily, and the head was shaken by this force.
Immediately, two streams of gray-white semi-solids suddenly spurted out of his nostrils.
These things slowed down after spurting out of the nostrils, and finally slowly settled under the nose.
At the city gate, more than a dozen black thorns had already rushed in, and their opponents were more than 20 Harley soldiers.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, the black thorns formed several two-person teams and coordinated their attacks.
One person attacked or defended, and the second person waited for an opportunity to attack.
The tallest and most burly Ha Lie soldier shouted loudly, chopped off the attack of two black thorns with one knife, and then shouted to the sky: "Enemy attack..."
If a person wants to use all his strength to roar, his body must not be able to do other movements.
This man actually wants to use his life to warn more people and pass the news to the city in time.
Good man!
A Ming soldier admired in his heart and took back the short knife in his hand.
After the soldier raised his head, his neck was exposed to the opponent's sight.
This knife almost cut his neck, but the only remaining cervical vertebrae were tenaciously keeping his head from falling off.
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