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"Give me a hard push, and beat the drum harder." Duan Shaojun saw that one of the servants was beating softly, so he directly snatched the drumstick, beat it viciously, and yelled at the drummers around him.

"We can't even beat a drum, how can we still have the courage to confront those Qihu barbarians." Qi Da spat and greeted the soldiers, and everyone pounced out, snatching the drumsticks and beating them for their lives.

The earth-shattering sound of war drums suddenly resounded through this world. Ge Hanlun turned his head, glanced at the location of the drum array, and saw the armor of the leader who beat the drum, it was the Duan Changshi, he couldn't help but be stunned, spun and pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist, and roared at his subordinates.

The earth-shattering sound of war drums made the footsteps of the Manxi Khan's mount gallop slightly, but it was only a slowdown, no matter how strong the drum sounded, what could it do? Look at those opponents who hide behind the wall, and don't even dare to show their heads, they will definitely not be the crazy people of Zuo Yu Linwei who don't want to take it when they start a battle.

Then, there was a few, weak voice of Datang Wansheng from the opposite side, the breath was so weak that almost just heard it, it was drowned by the galloping hooves, which provoked these galloping Qihu riders to become more and more confident, howling madly, dancing the weapons in their hands, and rushing towards the prey like a crazy wolf.

"Datang Wansheng...... Datang Wansheng! After every three drum beats, Gohanlun raised his horizontal knife and roared into the sky. Gradually, more and more people joined the roaring industry, at the beginning there were only dozens of servants, more than 100 servants, and every time there was a roar, more people would join in.

The roar was like thunder, and every roar seemed to be able to inspire people to have a little more courage, and gradually, it was no longer the bewitchment of relying on the elite of the five hundred left feather Lin Wei who remained. Instead, the servants roared on their own.

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He raised the spear in his hand, pounded his strong chest, glared angrily at the routed horses that were getting closer and closer, and roared wildly, stimulating the publicity, pride and national self-confidence in their bodies, bones, and blood.

Ge Hanlun was also aroused by this grand and vast roar, and took advantage of this opportunity to shout loudly, and dragged the servants with bows and crossbows to the cracks in the wall. Roar in their ears to give them more courage and let them aim in the direction of the enemy riders in front of them.

The expression of the Manxi Khan, from the ecstasy at the sight of his prey at the beginning, to the smug hideousness, gradually, with the increasingly violent roar, the blood on his face gradually faded, replaced by surprise and hesitation.

What's going on, it's just some servants, just some miscellaneous soldiers, why don't they cowardly flee in all directions, why their roars are getting louder and louder. It's as if their courage is like those Zuo Yulin elites who made their 30,000 iron horsemen flee in a hurry?

"The last general has seen a long history, why are you here?" As soon as Ge Hanlun turned his head, he saw that Duan Shaojun, who had already stripped off his helmet, was striding towards this side, and more than 20 personal soldiers behind him also rushed over with bows and arrows.

"Don't ask so much, the enemy has arrived, how to fight is left to you, and you will command." Duan Shaojun yelled at this guy, there was no way for people to hear if he didn't roar, and the roar of Datang Wansheng had already made people almost deaf.

Ge Hanlun also knew that this was not the time to talk nonsense, so he directly raised his hand and pointed to the tower on the left side of the gate of the big camp. "The one who gave it to you."

Duan Shaojun nodded and waved his hand. Qi Da and the others rushed towards that side, very, the hastily built tower was crowded with five people with the best archery skills, and the others were guarding under the tower, Duan Shaojun was also copying a bow on the day of the fake horse ghost, he hadn't played with this thing, but it was still okay to follow the cat and draw the tiger. At least it has a deterrent effect.

"Put!" With Gohanlun roaring with all the milk strength in his life. Xue Liang's horizontal knife slashed viciously from mid-air, and all the crossbowmen released the bowstring at this moment, or pulled the crossbow machine.

I felt the sound of empty strings like a wasp buzzing and flapping its wings, and a faint black cloud floated up in the sky, and then quickly slid down, descended, and scattered like a torrential rain. The formation of the Qihu charge stagnated slightly, and about dozens of horsemen fell, and more arrows fell, but they only injured the Qihu, but could not inflict fatal damage on them, but aroused their crazy wildness.

"Put! ......" was mixed with the roar of Datang Wansheng, Ge Hanlun's roar sounded again, and the knife was chopped down again. Another black cloud of arrows rose and fell. This time, the enemy horsemen, who had already been prepared, fell a little less.

Gohanlun stared at the blood-red eyes, and yelled and urged the servants and sergeants to draw their bows and strings, and there was already a trace of despair in his eyes.

At this moment, on the top of the tower, Qi Da pulled out a third arrow and placed it on the rock-solid bow arm, the head of the arrow was moving with his gaze, looking for a target that he felt valuable in his eyes.

In the first arrow, Qi Da shot and killed a Qihu general wearing the armor of the Tang Dynasty, and in the second arrow, he shot and killed a trumpeter who was blowing the horn of attack. And the third arrow, finally found the target, a big man wearing a cracked helmet and very luxurious armor.

"Found it...... It's you. Qi Da muttered to himself in a low voice, loosened his fingers, the strings sounded, and the arrow rotated slightly, cutting the air apart, and steadily and resolutely galloping forward like lightning.

The Manxi Khan was already able to see the Han people hiding behind the walls of the big camp, how could the gates and walls of the wall, which were hastily supported by fragile wood, withstand the brutal rush of the fierce and incomparable cavalry, and only need one time to knock this big camp out of a big hole, and then they could wantonly kill and plunder......

Just at the moment when the Manxi Khan raised the corners of his mouth, raised his scimitar, and was about to press down and order an assault, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, Huo Ran raised his head, but only saw a guy with a hideous scar on his forehead on the guard tower next to the camp gate in the distance, and he had already raised his fingers and loosened his strings, and there was a smile on his face that had succeeded.

Manxi Khan felt as if he had been suddenly pierced into his heart by a needle, with a slight pain, he subconsciously lowered his head, a feather arrow with a slight trembling tail feather, only half a foot was exposed, and the broken breastplate gushed out of the bright red plasma.

Manxi Khan looked at the gushing blood, heard the exclamations and wails coming from beside him, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but could only spurt out a bloody red blood.

Duan Shaojun was stunned and looked at the Qihu cavalry that had already rushed to the camp less than fifty paces away from the camp, suddenly messed up and howled there, crying wolf, and couldn't help but look inexplicable: "What kind of nerves do these guys have?" ”

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Next to him, a pro-soldier who knew Qihu said with some hesitation. "Looks like their khan is injured?"

Duan Shaojun was stunned for about a third of a second, and when he saw the dense black dots on the distant horizon that gradually appeared in his sight, the corners of his mouth that had just been raised excitedly instantly collapsed.

"Childe, why are you upset?" The pro-soldier looked at Duan Shaojun dumbfounded and asked.

As soon as the enemy cavalry arrived, and the thousand enemy horsemen in front of them, the servants in this large camp who had caught up with the desperate hamsters could only become lambs to the slaughter.

Duan Shaojun took a deep breath and slapped the pro-soldier on the shoulder. "Let people shout with me, the Manxi Khan has been shot to death, let Gohanlun prepare to attack,! If it's too late, we'll all have to die! Go! ”

Originally, because of the approach of the Chihu enemy cavalry, the original turbulent and grand sound had begun to gradually subside, and even the courage had begun to gradually dissipate, and the servants who had already appeared weeping and fleeing in all directions in the camp suddenly heard a fierce and excited roar. Then I saw the Qihu cavalry who were about to rush to the wall, but now they were in a mess, and they were crowded back and forth, like the cake that had been run over by a tank.

The servants who reacted suddenly became bold, and those who were already trembling and could not hold their bows and crossbows had the courage again, and began to shout loudly and meaninglessly, and shoot with all their might.