Feng Lun of Kuancheng was determined to resist to the end.

When the Tang Army's Zuo Jinwu army appeared under Jianchang, Feng Lun knew that everything was over. If he also retreats, he will only allow more Tang troops to join the ranks of the main force besieging Deng Jingshan, and if he fights to the death here, no matter what the result is, he will always be able to contain the tens of thousands of Tang troops in front of him.

Feng Lun didn't want to run away anymore.

In Yingzhou Shijiawu, he was once killed by Liu Chenglin's troops and fled in embarrassment, he abandoned his subordinates, abandoned the Xiangyong of Shijiawu Fort, and only escaped with his own guards, which was cited by him as a great shame, this time, he was ready to fight to the end.

The opponent's Hou Fangyu is also an old opponent, in Shijiawu, it is the Hou Fangyu who fights with him, and it is also this Hou Fangyu who finally beat him to almost no way back, this time, even if he still loses in the end, but if he can get the other party stuck here, it can be regarded as a game.

Feng Lun was gritting his teeth and preparing, and opposite him, why wasn't Hou Fangyu gearing up?

The battle of Shi Jiawu made him unforgettable for the rest of his life. After the war, it was the battlefield that he personally led his troops to clean up, and thousands of comrades-in-arms died in this battle, especially the entire battalion of 1,000 people who were originally put into the battlefield, and the survivors could count them in a slap.

The initiator is right in front of him, and naturally the enemy is very red when they meet.

The city had been smashed by a giant trebuchet, but the defenders inside had not wavered, and when the wall had collapsed, they piled it up with everything they could block, and even the bodies of the dead were piled up in the gap.

The weather was cold and frozen, and these miscellaneous things were covered with snow, and then watered, and it didn't take long for them to freeze into something that was not softer than a stone.

After a long day of fighting, the right guard stopped his fierce attack and instead built a high snow platform outside the wide city. The snow platform is about dozens of meters away from the city wall of Kuancheng, Feng Lun didn't care too much, he estimated that the other party wanted to use snow to form a mountain and slowly advance under the city wall, even though it was snowing outside now, and the snow was quite thick, but if you want to build such a snow mountain, this little snow around is not enough, and more importantly, in half a day, they will definitely not be able to do this.

It seems that Hou Fangyu is also running out of donkey skills.

An hour later, Feng Lun became a little nervous.

Hou Fangyu was not in the Snow Mountain, but every dozen zhang of distance, a snow platform was built. The appearance of the snow platform is very strange, the two ends are high, but the middle is deeply sunken.

"What does he want to do?" Feng Lun was a little sluggish.

What does Hou Fangyu want to do?

He wanted to fly over.

"Seventh Brigade, your department is responsible for the frontal main attack." Hou Fangyu looked at a young but bearded general in front of him.

"Command."

"The Eighth Brigade, your unit is responsible for flank feints, and once an opportunity is found, it will immediately turn from a feint to a real attack."

"Command!"

"The Ninth Brigade, your unit is used as a reserve, and once the Seventh Brigade is not supported, it will be immediately replaced by your unit."

"Command."

"I will lead the death squad to fly through the air and assault. If I die, the commander of the 9th Brigade will take over the command. Hou Fangyu looked at the three generals in front of him and said sharply: "Every battlefield commander must designate his successor after he dies in battle, and the officer can die in battle, and the battle cannot stop until the enemy is destroyed." ”

"Yes!"

"Now, get ready to attack."

With the roar of Hou Fangyu, the three brigade commanders roared and turned on their horses and rushed towards their troops. A dozen or so giant trebuchets began to roar again, and countless powerful crossbows flew towards the walls with a sharp whistling. More than five thousand soldiers of the 7th Brigade and the 8th Brigade rushed to Kuancheng again from three directions with shouts.

Almost as soon as the attack began, above the city, pieces of stone bullets also flew into the air, and one by one crossbow arrows condescendingly began to fire.

Hou Fangyu didn't look at the scene of the attack, behind him, there were more than a thousand soldiers, each soldier in addition to the armament on his body, he also stepped on skis and held ski poles.

Hou Fangyu himself also changed into skis, carried ski poles, and said loudly: "The people present are all members of the Yixing Society, I won't say anything more, in this battle, if other comrades-in-arms have a chance of survival of seventy or eighty percent, we are less than fifty percent." Are you afraid? ”

"Crush the Broad City!" More than a thousand soldiers roared in unison.

"Good!" Hou Fangyu didn't say a word more, and took the lead in climbing up from the back of the snow platform.

Standing at the tail of the high U-shaped platform, Hou Fangyu took a deep breath, then pulled down the mask inside the helmet, covered his mouth and nose, bowed, and jumped down. The steep, long slope made him faster and faster, reaching the bottom and then rushing up the other side of the U-shaped platform with the force of his momentum.

With a light foot, the whole person in the waiting area took off into the air, and he threw away the snowball fight in his hand, trying to let his body fall forward as much as possible, so that he could fly farther forward.

The wind was blowing, and from time to time there were feathered arrows passing by him, sometimes even a huge stone bullet, and he couldn't even make a dodge movement in the air, and at this moment, he completely surrendered his life to God. He struggled to keep his eyes wide as he watched his siblings below him crash forward, some slumping on the impacting path, others stumbling forward and stumbling forward. Some people climbed on the ladder, but the ladder was pushed away by the enemy, and some were half-kneeling on the siege tower, shooting hard with the crossbow arrows in their hands. The siege platform was knocked down by stone bullets, and those people, along with countless logs, fell heavily to the ground. Some of them jumped up the city wall, but before they could stand firmly, they were pushed down by thick spears and shields, and some climbed the city wall, killed the city, and immediately fell into the encirclement of the enemy, and after trying to kill several enemies, they fell down covered in blood.

In just a moment, Hou Fangyu saw too much life and death, and also saw the various states of life between life and death.

In a short moment, for him who was in the air at the moment and countless comrades-in-arms behind him, it was as long as a lifetime.

Someone was shot in mid-air. Some people were hit head-on by stone bullets and fell, while others did not have enough strength to take off and fell some distance from the city wall.

Close, close.

The height is getting lower and lower, and Hou Fangyu is like a meteorite falling from the sky, falling down the city wall, and it is like a majestic flying general descending to the earth.

Feng Lun, who was on the city wall, was stunned at this moment.

All the Lu Long troops on the city wall were also stunned at this moment.

They had imagined how to deal with the enemy's attacks countless times, but they did not expect that the enemy would fly from the sky.

People can't fly without wings, so they don't know how to deal with this sudden situation.

Hou Fangyu roared wildly, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and the whole person turned over a tendon in the air, at this moment, he felt that all his internal organs seemed to be pulled out of place, but it was this tendon that greatly cushioned the strength of his subfix, and he pulled out the horizontal knife on his back with his backhand, swung it hard, and swept away the gun in front of him, and then smashed heavily on the body of a Lu Longjun soldier.

The man didn't even snort before he fell down, and I don't know if he was dead or knocked unconscious.

Hou Fangyu stood up, pulled his feet out of the snowboard, brandished a horizontal knife in one hand and a shield he had just picked up from the ground in the other, and roared forward to kill.

Thousands of daredevils flew from the sky, and there were about 700 people who successfully landed on the top of the city and survived, and in an instant, the top of the city fell into chaos.

The commander of the 7th Brigade roared wildly and leaned out from the ladder with a shield in both hands, withstood the broadsword slash of one of the Lulong soldiers above, and then shook his body, pushing the enemy to the ground with his feet off the ground and falling off the city wall. He stepped on the wall with one foot, spun the shield in his hand, and slammed it out with a thud, and by the slightest gap he leaped onto the top of the city.

Two spears came to him, he violently turned sideways, sandwiched the two spears under the flank, and lifted them hard, and the two soldiers were pried off the ground by him alive, and threw them out, and at this time, another spear stabbed head-on, and stabbed on the armor between his chest and abdomen, and the sparks splashed everywhere, and the armor was sunken inward, followed by severe pain.

He didn't know how deep the spear stabbed, and he didn't have time to think about it. The two spears struck down so hard that the head of the soldier who had stabbed him burst into flowers.

He took a step forward.

At the same time, there were two more comrades by his side, and two shields were firmly in front of him.

"Kill!" He roared, poking his spear through the gap in his shield, and the three of them pushed forward with their shoulders on their shields.

"Kill!" Behind him, more and more soldiers of the Right Guard rushed to the top of the city.

"Attack, attack!" The commander of the 8th Brigade turned a feint attack into a real attack.

"All hands out, no reserves!" The commander of the 9th Brigade rushed to the battlefield on horseback, and behind him, in addition to the 9th Brigade, there were all the trebuchets, all the logistics engineers, and even the men.

Feng Lun, who was above the city tower, watched in despair as the Tang army attacking the city changed from a single individual to a small team, and then the squads gathered into a large team, and finally converged into a black torrent, sweeping across the entire city wall, and in a short period of time, the city's head defense was completely broken through from three directions.

"General Deng, I did my best." He muttered in a low voice.

Feng Lun closed his eyes, and in the exclamation of the guards around him, with his head down, an upside-down onion fell straight towards the city from the highest point of the city tower, and with a bang, everything was over.