The arrow leaped across the Semen knife cart and knocked the two Northern Perimeter spearmen to the ground. The Nan Chen soldiers behind had already carried the log that had been prepared a long time ago, and several shields followed to block the arrows that the enemy might shoot, and this log was like a simple rushing cart, directly crashing into the Saimen knife cart in the sound of neat slogans.

The blades on the wooden planks of the Semen knife cart made a tooth-aching "crunch" sound, and most of them eventually broke because they could not withstand the sudden and huge force. After all, these blades should be facing flesh and blood, not the sturdy wood.

"Go on!" With a wave of his hand, the arrows continued to pass around him, and a soldier named Nan Chen fell, while more people were coming up from behind, and even the Nan Chen crossbowmen were enough to suppress the defenders behind the Saimen knife cart, forcing them to hide behind the shield, watching the Saimen knife cart being knocked away by the logs.

As the two Semen knife carts retreated in two different directions at the same time, the master of the battle rushed forward along the path that appeared in between. Countless Nan Chen soldiers swarmed up along this gap. The spearmen of the Northern Perimeter, who had been waiting for a long time, were not ambiguous, and they met them with their spears and spears.

"Kill!" Nan Chen reached out and grabbed the barrel of a spear, and pulled the other party in his direction fiercely, while the knife in his hand accurately cut the opponent's throat. Kicking the guy to the ground, the lord turned and killed a spearman from the Northern Perimeter who was struggling with his own minions, and cut the man down cleanly.

The rest of the Northern Perimeter spearmen watched this guy rushing to kill as if he had entered a no-man's land, and they all subconsciously took a light breath. Only the eyes of the battlelord covered in blood are still black and white, and the rest of the exposed skin has turned red.

And there was only a strong killing intent in those black eyes.

"This is also a person, he can't hold it anymore, so he will kill it!" A Northern Zhou general urged his subordinates sharply, "Kill it, whoever kills this guy will be counted as the first merit!" ”

The soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty suddenly burst out with fighting spirit and roared again. And the Northern Zhou generals just looked at the battle situation in front of them coldly. The enemy looks menacing, but the point of attack is actually only the walled gate, so as long as the walled gate can be blocked, the enemy has no way to do anything to himself.

The biggest reliance of these guys is the naval division warship, but the building ships of the naval division can only threaten the wall, and there is no way to get too far ahead, so the Northern Zhou generals are still confident that they will hold on until the reinforcements come.

The number of enemies does not seem to be much, as long as seven or eight hundred reinforcements can come, maybe this Pijiang Water Village can be defended!

Several Northern Zhou generals and battle masters gritted their teeth and led the team to rush to the front, and they also knew very well that once the enemy widened this gap, so many people in the camp would have only one way to die, so it was better to fight, maybe they repelled the enemy's attack, and the enemy would choose another direction or even give up.

"Good time!" The soldiers of Nan Chen also fought out of the fire and met the enemy one after another.

The knife in the hand of the Nan Chen master waved, rolling up the whistling wind, directly covering the two North Zhou generals who were facing him, while several other Nan Chen generals also took the lead and took the lead in crashing into the crowd of people charging the other party.

The two Saimen knife carts had been pushed away, and at this time, more Nanchen soldiers poured in from the gate of the village, and the crowds of people on both sides collided together so hard, and for a while, the sound of killing shook the sky and blood splashed. And a moment later, a flag with the word "Chen" was raised at the gate of the wall, waving in the wind.

"Sons, kill this camp!" Chen Zhishen waved the big knife in his hand and laughed.

Since the battle in Luzhou, he has not been so bloodthirsty for a long time, and this matter has also ignited blood and pride, but don't forget that Chen Zhishen is an out-and-out Xiao Maha descendant, and in taking the lead in charging into battle, of course, he is in the same vein as Xiao Maha.

"Kill this camp!" Countless Nan Chen soldiers roared and quickened their pace at the same time.

The swords in their hands swung and slashed, and the spears of Rulin lay flat like waves, and the spearmen moved forward steadily amid the neat slogans of the generals.

"Points!" Chen Zhishen paused and waved his hand.

Hearing the order, the Nanchen sword and shield men, who had already collided with the enemy's spearmen, simply separated to the two sides, directly tore through the enemy's thin defense line on both flanks, and rushed towards the few crossbowmen.

In order to gain a firm foothold before, I could only use the sword and shield hand to fill it up, after all, it was more convenient for the sword and shield hand to run, and from the trestle to the breakthrough gate, what I wanted was a "fast". However, in reality, the sword and shield men did not have an advantage over the spearmen. An inch long and an inch strong, often two or three sword and shield men can deal with one spearman.

Now that the gap has been opened, Chen Zhishen will certainly not be stupid enough to fill it with a sword and shield hand.

The spearmen of the Northern Circumference did not expect these guys in front of them to suddenly disperse, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a while, and what answered their doubts was the flying arrows.

Before, Nan Chen's crossbowmen had been arranged along the wall, but because their own family and the opposing spearmen were entangled, it was not easy to shoot arrows, so they could only shoot out piecemeal, suppressing the enemy's crossbowmen, blocking shield players, etc., in fact, the effect was not great.

But now it was different, these spearmen of the Northern Perimeter lined up in a neat line were the best targets for bows and arrows, and they could only watch as the arrows whizzed and pierced into their chests. The companions next to them and the spears in their hands limited the possibility of them turning around.

As one spearman after another fell, a gap suddenly appeared in the originally well-organized front.

I don't know which Northern Zhou soldier was the first to scream, threw away the blade in his hand, turned around and ran back, and soon the entire spear array was in chaos.

"Up!" Only then did Chen Zhishen move forward again, and behind him was no longer the scattered Nanchen sword and shield hands before, but a neat forest of spears.

There were only more than 100 spearmen in Nanchen, but when they took neat steps according to the slogan, the Northern Zhou soldiers in front could only choose to flee even more embarrassed.

Moments later, the forest of spears, a symbol of death, crossed over the countless corpses and moved deeper into the camp. And the sword and shield hands who had already torn apart the left and right flanks of the Northern Zhou army also cooperated with the attack in all directions.

For a time, the Northern Zhou array was completely in chaos.

"All the troops press!" Chen Zhishen gave his final order.

His flag moved forward again, and the soldiers of Nan Chen roared angrily and swept through the entire camp, while the cyan flag of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was torn off and fell into the mud, and was soon trampled by an unknown number of feet, and even lost its original color.

Licking his lips, Chen Zhishen looked at the corpse of the Northern Zhou general at his feet.

It's off to a good start, and it's auspicious.