The horn sounded again, and Wang Xiaoer hurriedly threw away the half-eaten scallion pancake. Grabbing the large shield beside him, he covered his body, and the arrow nailed to it with a "duh" sound.

Chen San Mazi was more unlucky, he only hesitated slightly and was shot by a stray arrow. Now it was rolling on the ground, and the blood gushing from his chest had stained the dirty snow on the ground a dark red.

The shield must have been shot like a hedgehog again, and it would take a lot of effort to draw the arrow in a moment. The Huns went mad and had already launched eleven sieges from morning to afternoon. The Hun archers shot very accurately, and in the morning they relied on the cover of the archers. There were even some Huns who had already climbed the walls.

Fortunately, those Yun family guards wearing black armor rushed up, and only then did they block the teared opening. There were many corpses of the Huns left on the city wall, Wang Xiaoer did not like corpses, but he liked human heads. With this thing, you can exchange reward money with Hou Ye, and a head is 500 Wen. Wang Xiaoer looked at the pile of heads piled up in the corner, this is his own record. Twelve heads, which can be exchanged for six dollars. Two times to buy a daughter-in-law, and the remaining four times to buy land to build a house.

Damn, I still lack a few dollars to buy a good ploughing cow. It seems that there will be a few more kills in a while, Wang Xiaoer's eyes can't help but aim at Chen San Mazi's pile of heads, two less than himself. I don't know how many I can grab in a while. Boss Wu is the most able to grab, wait a minute, don't let him take the lead.

It's still the Yun family's guards, and they don't bother to cut off these heads that can be exchanged for money. Their way of counting is to set you on a mission, and let you keep the head of the city for eight hours. If you keep it, you will have a reward. Someone in the Yun family is responsible for recording this thing, and it will be counted for you when you return to the Yun family. The Hou Ye of the Yun family has no habit of defaulting on his debts.

I really envy those guards in black armor, I heard that after they go back, the Hou Ye will give them land. God, having a piece of land of one's own is simply the lifelong dream of the villagers. I also heard that their selection requirements are very high, and I don't know how to sign up for it myself. Will people want it?

The Yun family's guards in the arrow tower began to fire back with crossbow arrows, and their crossbow arrows shot far and accurately. The archers of the Huns were suppressed enough by them, and the corpses of the men and horses on the ground in the distance were the work of these guards.

The dense Huns began to rush over with ladders, this time without siege vehicles. The morning siege vehicle was still smoking, and there were several charred corpses around it. The fire oil in the Western Regions was really violent, and almost instantly, the wooden car was engulfed in flames, and the screams of those people were still echoing in my head, that is, it was not a sound that people could make.

Finally, there was no sound of falling arrows on the big shield, and it seemed that the archers were not driven away by the Yun family's guards. It's just that the arrows are running out.

Wang Xiaoer picked up a halberd and ran to his position. Everyone corresponds to this guard a battlement, and the way is very simple, see someone stabbing with a halberd.

A Hun soldier had just shown a head, this guy had a curly beard, and he looked very vicious. Wang Xiaoer stabbed him with a halberd, and the Hun soldiers flashed away. It seems that this guy is a good hand, Wang Xiaoer's face smirked, and his wrist flipped into his arms.

The scythe-like halberd blade slashed through the Hun's head, and the sharp halberd cut off his ear. With the entire cheek raiser. In the gurgling blood, Wang Xiaoer even saw Sen Bai's bones and teeth.

The Hun man screamed and fell, and his mother had to go down with a rope to cut off people's heads at night. Wang Xiaoer shook off the ears and skin that were stuck to the halberd blade, and his eyes were staring at the battlement.

Wang Xiaoer was a little glad that he was here to guard the pass today, and he was guarding the Great Wall two days ago. As a result, a person has to look ten paces away, and he is busy to death. However, there were far fewer Huns attacking the Great Wall. Under the pass, there were many Hun soldiers like ants.

There was a sudden scream of "ah" beside him, and Wang Xiaoer turned his head to look. Boss Wu, who was always scolding, finally closed his stinky mouth. He had a wolf's tooth arrow stuck in his throat. Now the guy was lying on the dirty snow on the ground, twitching and twitching. His eyes rolled like dead fish. It's a little scary to look at.

"Wang Xiaoer, Boss Wu's battlement, you can help take a look." The son of a bitch's captain shouted not far away.

"Damn. Good things are never Lao Tzu's turn. Wang Xiaoer scolded, and had to stand between the two arrow stacks with the halberd. The big knife is placed at his feet, ready to be picked up and slashed at any time.

I really miss the days when two people guarded an arrow stack a few days ago, and people died too quickly. Today, there are already eight of them in his team, and two of them have not died and have been carried down. It's all done by the stray arrows under the city, and these guys take advantage of the dead end of the arrow tower. Desperately shooting upwards, no one dares to poke their head out of the arrow tower to shoot them, that is death.

The day before yesterday, a man did so, and in an instant he had six or seven arrows stuck in his head, and his helmet was shot like a colander.

It's also a good thing to be dead, at least the heads they saved will be snatched up by everyone. The goods that were finally snatched a few days ago were confiscated by the Hou Ye, and everyone who escaped was beaten by everyone.

There was no shortage of screams in the Sword and Shield Camp that night, and now no one in the entire Sword and Shield Camp thought of escaping. It is estimated that he will be stabbed to death by his companions as soon as he leaves his position, which is the new rule of the Sword and Shield Battalion. I heard that the halberd camp also has such a rule, if it is caught by the Yun family guards under the city. The reward of the first battalion flew again, and any bastard who dared to do this would definitely be chopped into eighteen pieces by the robes.

Continued to be shot down by stray arrows, and slowly the Huns began to successfully climb the city wall.

Wang Xiaoer's halberd stabbed a Hun in the chest, but he was desperately grabbed by the Huns and refused to let go. Wang Xiaoer dragged back desperately, and one palm fell. Boss Wu's battlements had already been stepped up, and he didn't have time to wave the halberd in his hand. He could only draw his broadsword and slash at the Huns head-on.

Although the Huns were not tall, their arms were as thick as Wang Xiaoer's thighs. Facing this Wang Xiaoer's big knife, he waved his mace casually and knocked Wang Xiaoer's big knife away. Wang Xiaoer's face turned white with fright, and he could almost imagine that his head would be smashed like a watermelon in the next moment.

The Huns seemed to be about to fulfill Wang Xiaoer's wish, and the mace was about to be smashed on his head. A crossbow bolt shot into his eye accurately, and the strong inertia caused the bolt to penetrate his entire head.

The body instantly lost its strength, and the mace fell to the ground. Then the corpse fell to the city wall with a "poof", killing him with a real arrow.

The Yun family's guards no longer shoot outward from inside the arrow tower because of the four corners of the perforations. They didn't have many targets to shoot at anymore, so they had to go out of the arrow tower to help the Longyou soldiers on the city wall.

The Huns were mad at this section of the wall, like waves on the sea, constantly beating against the embankment. Although countless waves were smashed into pieces, they still rushed to the shore in waves.

Finally, a splash began to climb the city wall and fight hand-to-hand with the soldiers of Longyou. The scene above the city walls was precarious. A group of samurai in black armor ascended the walls, led by a guy carrying a pure steel mace.

The arrows fell on them and shattered as if they had hit a rock. The black-armored warriors wore hideous armor that made them look like they were demon soldiers from hell.

A strong Hun had just cut down a Longyou soldier, and suddenly felt the sound of breaking wind behind him. I didn't want to think about it, so I blocked it with a big knife when I returned to it. The Han people were as weak as sheep, and they would seal their weapons without exerting all their strength.

But he was wrong, and a tremendous force came from the knife that he had never encountered before. Shocked, he tried to use all his strength, but it was too late. The thick mace slammed into his Celestial Spirit Cap in one fell swoop, sending his head scattered in all directions.

The mace's iron spikes pulled out of his head with hot brains. The corpse fell softly with a "poof".

The demonic brawny man continues to look for his next opponent, and these days he often appears as a firefighter. He knew how to drive the Huns down.

The waves that came ashore quickly dried up, and the waves continued to crash against the hard reef. Fierce and tenacious, but the waves are constantly being smashed to pieces.

The city walls were covered with corpses, and there were more Han soldiers who were Huns. The bear's mace swung wildly, and beads of blood and brains were flung out of the sharp barbs. The pitch-black armor was stained with dark red and gray-white slimy liquid, and there was already another layer of armor hanging on the outside of the armor.

The villagers of the Yun family seemed to have rushed into another group of hungry wolves in the wolf pack, and with the help of a group of jackals, they ruthlessly tore at the Huns who rushed up. The sharp saber splashed with a puff of blood every time it was swung, and the inferior blades of the Huns were cut off again and again. Then their hands and feet fell to the ground, and then their heads.

The villagers showed their sharp wolf teeth to the Huns, who proclaimed themselves the descendants of wolves, and every bite was so deadly.

The Huns began to rout, as they found themselves climbing up the city to be torn to shreds by the black-armored warriors. Eventually, all the Huns began to turn and flee. The Huns' main formation also helplessly sounded the horn of retreat.

Once again, he smashed the head of a Hun man, and the bear gasped deeply. The smell of blood was in the air, and the smell was a little disgusting. The brains of the dead were covered with hot air, and the flatulence was so smoky that it hurt people's brains.

The mace was thrown on the ground, and the bear sat on the ground, and the strong firefighters were tired. (To be continued......)