Dormad had crawled to the corner of the street, only for an afternoon. He saw with his own eyes the corpses on the ground, from one layer to two layers and three floors, and finally stacked to the height of more than a person. Many of the corpses were incomplete, and the internal organs of the arms and legs were flying everywhere. On the roof opposite him, there were several human legs and a hanging intestine.

The ears are completely inaudible, only the "buzz" and "buzz" sounds. Because I can't hear, I'm not too afraid. Sitting quietly in the corner, there is a low wall around him to block the arrows. It's also good to pretend to be a corpse and be an audience member, he doesn't want to be torn apart like those people. He wanted to go home, to the vast Turkic steppe. There are old grandmothers there, and old fathers with heavy soldiers. And his wife and children, he really doesn't want to die here. People are like garbage, digging a pit and burying it.

In one afternoon, he saw a bloody scene that thousands of people would never see in their lifetime, and he once saw with his own eyes the broken man crawling on the ground with difficulty. The lower half of the body is buried in the dirt, and the upper half of the body is still crawling. The intestines have become the only proof that the two bodies are still connected. He had also seen a huge crossbow bolt that swooped up five Turkic soldiers. The bolts nailed to the ground trembled, and the Turkic soldiers strung on them stretched out their arms and kicked their legs like grasshoppers.

Before the Turks retreated, the Tang army, armed with spears in their hands or carrying horizontal swords, would rush up. Those who scream and wail as long as they move as if they were alive. will be mercilessly attacked, and some of the evil ones will not kill people all at once. Cutting off arms and legs, these killers like to watch people in pain from a distance, bouncing on the ground like a fish.

At this time, he would be motionless, and his face stained with blood and dust made him look like a dead man, but the corpse was completely there. Those who like to cut people's arms and legs seem to only like to cut the living, and they have no interest in the dead.

Sheng Yanshi felt that he was at the end of his life, and the gap in the city wall had expanded from 30 zhang to more than 60 zhang. Without gunpowder shells, he would have been drowned by the Turkic army that was surging like a flood.

The corpses of the Turks were stacked into a human dam more than a person high, which somewhat blocked the onslaught of the Turks. If you want to attack yourself, you must first crawl over the body of a dead person.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he was thinking about ordering his men to fight to the death. But I heard a voice behind me: "Put the trebuchet on the stone and continue to smash it for Lao Tzu." ”

Sheng Yanshi looked back and found that Yun Hao was already standing behind him.

"Master Hou......!"

"You don't need to defend the northern city, those Turks have all gathered in front of you. The attacks on both the east and the west have also largely stopped, and the Turks do not intend to spend their lives in those places in vain. They intend to break through right here, that is. This is where we fight to the death! ”

"His Royal Highness King Qin!"

"I want to know, too, but for now we'll have to wait. Either the King of Qin will come to collect the corpses for us, or we will go out in the open. The name remains in history and is admired by future generations. ”

Sheng Yanshi's mouth opened wide, he had never seen Hou Ye's expression so serious. It seems that this time, it is really going to die. There was no need to give an order, and a brick house on the side of the road was torn down. The soldiers were loading bricks into the trebuchet, and they didn't know how powerful this thing was, and whether it could stone the fierce Turkic soldiers to death.

Once again, the Turks rushed forward, and this time they were greeted not by a frightening bomb. Rather, it rained bricks all over the sky, and the force of the trebuchet was extremely strong. It's a small thing that can send a fifty-pound thing five hundred paces and launch a pile of bricks.

The Turks, who had just climbed the mountain of corpses, were immediately smashed. Many people's heads were directly smashed open, and the red blood and gray brains were so dazzling. Just two rounds of firing, and once again piles of corpses fell on the ground. This time, however, there were far more injuries than deaths. Many people have broken arms and legs, and bricks are much inferior to gunpowder bullets in terms of power.

The guy who mended the knife rushed forward again, and gave anyone who could still move. There is no time to be bored to torture and kill the Turks, so you can only cut through the chaos quickly. Blood soaked through the boots, and they were a little slippery on the ground. The blood that was not frozen was very viscous, and the boots made a "zila" and "zila" sound when stepped on it, and it sounded like a ceramic plate with a spoon in my ears.

I felt chills all over my body, these people were so skillful in killing people. It reminded him of slaughtering sheep on the prairie, and those sheep were killed with a sharp knife. Some people like to poke it in the ribs and stab it straight to the heart. Some people like to cut their throats with a knife, and the blood is nourished. There are a lot of shots that can be shot more than two feet away, which is spectacular!

Yun Hao had no intention of taking prisoners, he wanted to deal with the Turks more now. If you want to eat yourself, how can you do it without paying the price. Kill one more Turk, and there will be one less miscellaneous that will plague the Han people in the future. Perhaps, the Han people will have fewer casualties.

Because of this, Yun Hao was afraid that he would not be ruthless enough. There is not the slightest mercy for those who are hurt.

Outside the city, no matter how many people died, he firmly believed that as long as he killed this Tang army at the end of the strong crossbow. You can give Datang enough shock to let them obediently send the things they promised themselves to the grassland. If you don't kill this Tang army, I'm afraid that what Datang promised itself will fly. Now he regrets it, why didn't he wait a few more days in the state. Then Liu Wenjing received the money he promised and then went on the road, and this kind of mistake would never be made again in the future.

"Khan, listen!" Ashina Simo, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, suddenly widened his eyes, and then turned his head to look at Jieli.

"How?" Jieli looked at Ashina Simo with some puzzlement, and Kang Yanli next to him also looked over.

"There's no such loud noise, the Tang Army's thing is used up." There was an excited tone in Ashinasimo's tone, if there was no such thing that would make a loud noise and have a powerful explosion, how could the descendants of the wolf clan be afraid of those Tang Army.

Jieli immediately understood that every time he attacked the Tang army, he would use that kind of powerful thing. But this time, the loud explosion was not heard. No, the Tang Army doesn't have that kind of powerful weapon. Jieli almost cheered out loud, and waved his big hand: "My Turkic warriors! The time has come to avenge the people, kill! ”

In the afterglow of the setting sun, countless Turkic soldiers flocked to the southern city like a tide, and at this time, the walls of the southern city were demolished for more than a hundred zhang. The Turkic soldiers flocked to the city along these huge gaps.

There were so many people pouring in, like ants foraging for food. They climbed over the mountain of corpses, and then lunged forward like lunatics with shields. A group of people who were stoned to death by bricks were killed by crossbow arrows, and those who were not stoned to death were not killed. Picking up their shields from the ground and continuing to charge, their eyes red. With a wolf-like howl coming out of their mouths, they didn't look like people at this time, but more like bloodthirsty hungry wolves.

The trebuchet and the eight-ox crossbow are still too slow to reload. The bolts were not reloaded much faster, even though they were paved with corpses. The battle began with a brutal white-knuckle battle!

White-knuckle battle, it's really fucking white knives and red knives. The two groups of men bit each other like wild beasts, but the fangs and claws became knives and spears in their hands. Your spear stabbed me in the stomach, and Lao Tzu's knife cut off your head. This is the most brutal fight of mankind, and everyone tries to use the blood of the other to exaggerate their victory.

Tang Jun fell one after another, and he had to admit that the guys from the grassland were indeed fierce. These people don't take their lives seriously at all, and the sturdy ones are shirtless, and they rush up with a beast-like roar in their mouths.

The horizontal knife in Xiong Kuohai's hand never stopped chopping, and every chopping would bring up a handful of blood. The armor on his body seemed to be fished out of the blood, and the edges of the armor leaves were dripping with blood. The swarthy armor has completely turned dark red. The dried hot blood seemed to have another layer of armor on top of the armor.

There was an ear on his shoulder, and an extra piece of intestines on his horned helmet. These majestic seas didn't have time to pay attention, he had already changed a few horizontal knives. Now all he can do is mechanical chopping, the people around him fall down one by one, and the people behind him fill in one by one.

I can't retreat anymore, and behind him is Hou Ye. The majestic sea was nailed in front of Yun Hao like a mainstay, and as long as he didn't die, the Turks couldn't get close to Yun Hao for half a step.

Winter darkens early, and the sun has completely sunk below the horizon. There was only a little bit of light in the sky, trying its best to emit the last bit of light. Finally it was completely dark, and the Turks did not stop attacking because of the darkness. Countless Turkic people with torches are like a sinuous fire dragon. There were as many torches as there were stars in the sky.

They roared and roared and rushed towards the already exhausted Don army. Jieli believes that only one last impact is needed. Those damned Tang people will definitely be crushed by their own warriors. The rest is just a frantic slash. You must use the heads of these bastards to build a Jingguan, and put the head of that bullshit marquis on top. The siege has lost nearly 10,000 soldiers so far, and Jieli's heart is dripping blood.

Yunhao Machinery's pedaling crossbow is wound, and there are many on the battlefield. This is the first time at this time, and he only thinks about one thing at the moment of life and death, Lao Tzu wants to kill one more Turk.

The round and big moon came out, and under the silver moon, Yun Hao saw his subordinates lying in a pool of blood one by one. Every time a person falls, the "poof" and "poof" of the long knife into the flesh will keep coming. In terms of killing, the Turks were more ferocious than the Don army.

An arrow knocked out a Turk who wanted to sneak up on the vast sea, but the other Turk was holding a mace and smashing it into the back of the head of the vast sea.