In ancient times, the city wall was generally in the shape of a word, the so-called three-mile city and seven-mile Guo. Roughly speaking, it is a square or rectangle, the enemy comes to attack the side to enter the city, the defending side does not let in, and the two sides are quite kind to each other.

Yun Xiao is definitely not a kind person, and when building the military village, he referred to the construction method of Ningyuan City in the Ming Dynasty. The general village was built into a mountain-shaped shape, and several tentacles stretched out. The soldiers of the Wu army were unlucky, because the blow to them was all-round and three-dimensional, leaving no dead ends from multiple angles. Not to mention the high-altitude falling objects in the military village, there are also crossbow arrows behind him.

However, this crossbow arrow is still the kind with surprisingly high penetrating power, and no matter what kind of shield the Wu soldier is, he can't stop the attack of this kind of crossbow. For a while, there was a wail at the bottom of the military village, and the screams made Xiang Sanqiu, who was pressing the battle behind, worried when he heard it.

Before the door cone made by the hastily cut wood was pushed under the walled gate, it fell into the trap with a bang. The road was completely blocked, and even if you get another siege cone, you can't push it back.

Xiang Sanqiu looked at the military village in front of him and had no way at all, to use a fashionable phrase, it was not that our army was incompetent but that the enemy army was too cunning.

The battle in Zhuangzi was equally fierce, after the crossbowmen fired a rocket. The sword and shield men scattered in the ranks of the halberd soldiers were arranged in front of the captain, and Zhuangzi was already prepared to let the sword and shield men withstand the arrows that were fired.

But when Kankan ran to the road of Zhuangzikou, the sword and shield hands in the front row fell to the ground screaming. With the screams of the sword and shield hands, a storm of arrows rained down. The halberd soldiers were hit by arrows one after another, the people behind rushed forward, and the people in front ran backwards, and the scene was chaotic for a while. Someone kept falling down from arrows, and after the captain of the unified army killed several soldiers who ran backwards, the Wu army began to rush inside.

The battle turned into a tragic white-knuckle battle, and Luan Bu's men were mostly rangers. Usually they are brave and ruthless, but at this time it is in Zhuangzi, and the Wu army cannot be developed, and the advantage of numbers cannot be brought into play. The two sides were about to fight, and for a time the heads and stumps of the people killed were rolling all over the ground.

The captain of the Wu army resisted desperately, and the reinforcements continued to rush inside. The two sides went back and forth, and they fought until dawn, and they did not distinguish between victory and defeat. When the day was bright, Luan Bu finally couldn't resist it. The numerical superiority of the Wu army was brought into play, and the abundant reinforcements ruthlessly suppressed Luan Bu's men.

Luan Ling tied the sword to her hand with a cloth band, and her right arm was so tired that she couldn't lift it anymore. There are also more than 20 guards around him, all of them are fresh faces, all of them are rangers recruited by his grandfather after he came to Luoyang.

"Eat, if you don't get it right, it's the last meal." A guy with a big waist and a round waist handed Luan Ling a steamed bun, and he took another steamed bun and began to nibble. The steamed buns are stained with blood, and they are human blood. This guy's two-handed knife has no gauntlets, and both hands are covered in blood.

But this guy doesn't seem to mind at all, and the steamed bun he is chewing is also a red ball.

Luan Ling retched a little, and after a night of scuffle, the Wu army had broken into Zhuangzi, and after paying a huge price, he successfully divided Luan Bu's men into several disconnected pieces.

I took a bite with nausea, and the smell of blood went straight to my brain. Luan Ling vomited heavily and spit out all the jaundice water.

"Why are you like a, seeing that your kung fu is good and some use, I give you something to eat, and if you don't eat it, bring it." The strong man snatched the steamed bun from Luan Ling's hand and stuffed it into his mouth in three or two bites. After finding a large stone, he began to sharpen his knife, and the sound of zila was unusually harsh in the interval between battles.

"Oh, there is no blood on this steamed bun for you, look at your fine skin and tender flesh like a rich boy, why do you come to make a living licking blood with a knife." A pock-faced man handed Luan Ling another steamed bun, fortunately, at least there was no blood on the hands of this pockmarked man, and there was naturally no blood on the steamed bun.

"My name is ** Cheng, you will follow me in a while." ** Cheng squatted on the halberd in his hand, his blade had already been broken, and now he was holding a halberd of Wu Jun.

Luan Ling remembered that when the sky was just dawning, Uncle Zhuang was pierced by such a long halberd and was covered with holes. Uncle Zhuang has followed his grandfather for 20 years, and he seems to have spent his childhood on Uncle Zhuang's neck. Since the age of five, Uncle Zhuang has taught himself to practice swordsmanship. No matter what mistakes he made when he was a child, he would run to Uncle Zhuang's house to hide.

Uncle Zhuang's swordsmanship is very good, and he is very famous in Shandong games. With the strength of one person, he fought three Jing Chu masters undefeated.

He rushed towards the Wu army with dozens of Luan family soldiers, slashing left and right with swords and axes. stirred up this group of hundreds of Wu soldiers to turn on their backs, and Uncle Zhuang was a big sword, and there was no one under him. Seven or eight soldiers of the Wu army surrounded Uncle Zhuang.

The person in front made a false move to attract Uncle Zhuang's attention, and the person in the back took the opportunity to poke Uncle Zhuang in the waist with a halberd.

"Flash." Luan Ling shouted in a broken voice.

I don't know if Uncle Zhuang heard it, there was the sound of blades colliding everywhere and the sound of rude cursing. The halberd stabbed Old Uncle Zhuang, and his strong body immediately softened. Seven or eight halberds took the opportunity to stab into his body, and Old Uncle Zhuang was stabbed into seven or eight blood holes.

Several Wu sergeants were stunned and stabbed Uncle Zhuang with their halberds and forked him into the air.

"Young master, run."

Uncle Zhuang spurted blood from his mouth, and he spurted a mouthful of blood every time he said a word. Blood flowed down the halberd, and Uncle Zhuang's hand was still wielding the big sword in his hand weakly until he didn't move.

After fighting for one night, the soldiers of the Luan family around him were all killed. I somehow got here after rushing around. Uncle Zhuang didn't reveal his identity until he died, he was afraid that Wu Jun would not let him go.

Tears swallowed in the steamed bun in the stomach, and there seemed to be a fire in the throat. Every bite hurts terribly. lost the protection of the family and the protection of the grandfather. Luan Ling knew that she had to be strong, so she swallowed the steamed bun with pain. You have to eat something, and you have to eat it to have a body. Only with a body can you live.

Remove the strip of cloth and tie it again, tying a dead button. Unless the arm is chopped off, the sword can be separated from oneself.

The soldiers of the Wu army retreated, and those who had just come up immediately pounced. It doesn't give those of them who have been playing all night the slightest respite.

The man who grabbed the steamed bun just now roared and rushed forward, slashing the back of the knife with both hands, and then slashing diagonally, and a human head was cut off with half of his shoulder. Then, the long knife was crossed. Slashed into the stomach of the other person, and as soon as the wrist flipped and the blade sank, the sharp blade cut through the skin, and the blue-gray intestines immediately gushed out.

The man immediately fell to the ground and howled in pain, and several fast robes stepped on his intestines, and his feet slipped and fell, and the guy screamed louder.

**Cheng took Luan Ling and more than 20 people to rush forward, **Cheng stabbed the fallen Wu soldiers for a while. With each blow, a handful of blood flew up, and it was clear that he had used the knife in the first place. The movement of the wheel is very similar to a knife in the wheel, and Luan Ling has to avoid him farther away, for fear that he will hurt himself.

Luan Ling's light and agile way is very unsuitable for such a battle formation, but years of rigorous training have somewhat made up for some shortcomings. Dodging a stabbing halberd, the sharp sword slashed down the shaft. A few fingers and a large wrist-length severed hand fell to the ground with the halberd, and the soldier of the Wu army glanced at his arm, which was without a hand, and then let out a heart-rending howl, the sound was like a bobcat whose tail had been chopped off.

The howl only lasted half before it stopped, and Luan Ling's sword slashed through his neck accurately. Even when he fell to the ground and convulsed, there was no blood coming out.

It seemed that something had hit her back, and Luan Ling fell to the ground uncontrollably. Rolled on the spot and dodged several halberds that stabbed him, and the long sword slashed. He cut off a person's ankle, which was given by his grandfather on his birthday last year. I heard that it is the heirloom of Ou Yezi, and it is really not an ordinary product when I try it today.

Luan Ling was like a groundhog rolling on the ground, cutting off the feet of three or four people when she dodged the stabbing halberd.

"This man's sword is sharp, everyone be careful."

A guy who looks like a guy reminded him that several of his men were useless. In the Han Dynasty, there was no such thing as replanting limbs, and if you want to connect them again, you have to find immortals.

A few halberds forced Luan Ling from afar, anyway, there were many of them. It's too late to kill those hard ideas first, and then it's too late to kill this kid.

The cursing around him became less and less, but the screams and ** voices increased. The ground that had sucked the blood of people was sticky and slippery, and there was a sound of tearing and tearing when walking on it. Suddenly, not far away, there was a heart-rending scream. The big man with the sword in both hands was waving his two blood-spurting arms wildly, and the hands on the ground were clenched tightly in both hands.

The long sword of a lieutenant pierced his body from under the ribs. Obviously, this is a veteran, Uncle Zhuang said, that is the position of the heart.

The big man's screams slowly stopped, his body slowly softened, and a pair of eyes looked at the sky wide, as if he wanted to imprint the blue sky in his mind and take it away.

"Big brother." ** Swinging the halberd in his hand like crazy, the halberd in the hand of a halberd soldier was smashed by him, and he couldn't hold it and fell to the ground with a "dang long" sound. **Cheng's halberd stabbed him in the chest, and the halberd soldier was brave, and he actually tried his last strength to catch the halberd.

His robe took advantage of this opportunity, and five or six halberds stabbed at ** Cheng together. The halberd that pierced into the body held ** into a frame, and a sword and shield hand rushed over. With a knife in the waist, he cut ** into two.

The upper body was still waving its hands, and the lower half of its body had fallen to the ground. Blood and internal organs flowed down and covered his trembling legs.