In the fourteenth section, Zhao Fei took over the hot military order like a mourner, and in the sneer of the prince, Wu Ming watched. With heavy steps, he marched towards the Chinese army.

This kid is also really good, and he deserves to be the murderer on the battlefield. After a while, there was a burst of exclamations from the Chinese army. Although the night began to fall, with the last trace of sunset, Wu Ming saw a human head of the Chinese army flying high - this kid had killed someone. He held up the 'Red Night' and shouted, "Brothers, come on, today is either you die or I die." ”

These words came out of the mouth of this murderous demon king, and they had a lot of deterrent power. Under Zhao Fei's authority, the Chinese army, which had not moved for a long time, began to move. They pushed me and slowly moved towards the enemy's walls.

The sky finally darkened, and New River City stood quietly in the distance, like a terrifying giant monster, waiting for a delicious snack to be delivered to your door.

The enemy didn't seem to expect the other side to attack the city at night. Torches began to light sparsely on the walls. Slowly, like a spark burning the prairie fire, more and more points of light lit up on the city wall.

Naturally, the Eastern Han Dynasty also began to light up the torches, and many soldiers of the baggage battalion shuttled through the Chinese army, and after a while, countless ladders had been sent down.

Carrying the ladder more than ten meters high, these miscellaneous Chinese soldiers slowly hesitated.

The prince shook his hand and removed his bright yellow cloak, took the beater from the drummer's hand, and struck the war drum with a heavy hammer.

"Boom-"

What a power this is. Wu Ming saw that his hands were bounced up, and the entire drum surface trembled violently. The buzz was incessant.

A hint of blush passed over the prince's pale face, and under the imprint of the torch, he looked very bewitching, he squatted down, coughed twice, adjusted his breathing, and stubbornly put the double blow on the drum surface again. Holding the blow in both hands, he hammered it down violently.

"Knock-knock-"

This time, the drum beat was fast and urgent, like a fire burning the plain, and it was quickly transmitted to the Chinese army.

Zhao Fei turned his head, and in the distance, under the firelight, he only saw the prince's slightly thin back, his shoulders swinging violently. Holding two huge blows in his hands. That's where the drumming of the amulet came from.

He suddenly became anxious, holding 'Chixiao' high in his left hand, and drew his long sword with his right hand. cut it down according to a child of a family who was hesitating next to him.

This boy was shrinking in his own crowd, hesitating whether to step forward, when did he think that this killing star would suddenly burst out. I heard the exclamations of my subordinates around me, and I woke up. At this time, the deadly long sword was already sandwiched by the sound of "whirring" wind, and Sen Sen was cold, forcing into his face.

"Ahh Half of the body of the son of this family was split diagonally by Zhao Fei even his shoulders. But he didn't fall down immediately, but howled, and ran several steps before he fell to the ground, and some red, white, and yellow things flowed out of him. The screams slowly faded down.

Zhao Fei's eyes were red, and he remembered the incredulity on Xiahou Fei's face after being pierced by Wu Ming's sword. Especially those eyes, especially self-written with various expressions such as disbelief, fear, and unwillingness. He was now sure that the crown prince had torn his face now, and he no longer cared about the power behind him, and the secret dispute had turned into a bright fight.

I want to live, and my friends who die don't die in poverty. Only by finding a way to survive can he try something else, he was secretly ruthless in his heart.

He held up the 'Red Night' again, was full of true qi, and shouted: "But if you hesitate, you will be killed!" ”

"Whoa—"

A hundred soldiers of the Guards Battalion drew their swords and unsheathed them at the same time, and under the light of the fire, they sent out a chill that shook everyone's eyes.

Behind him, hundreds of sword and axe men with large swords stepped out at the same time, adding a little more power to this murderous demon king.

The ragtag soldiers of the Chinese army shouted, wishing that their father and mother would have two more legs. Rushing forward. No matter how terrifying the enemy in front of you is, you have to leave this terrifying scene first, and then talk about the terrifying people.

After all, the prince was weak, and after a bang, he was tired. Just crouched under the huge drum rack to catch his breath. Wu Ming stepped forward and gently supported him: "Your Highness, pay attention to your body, the war will start immediately, I have to go down." ”

Each time a battle starts, the warriors perform a series of tasks such as cover, assassination, breakthrough, rescue, and restraining the opposing warriors in battle. Wu Ming rushed to the front line every time. This time, he was naturally indispensable.

The prince raised his head slowly, and a trace of warmth flashed on his pale face: "Ah Ming, don't blame me. You take care too. He slowly pushed away Wu Ming's hands on his shoulders, turned his head and shouted, "Where is the drummer, beat the drum." Cheer for our army. ”

"Knock-knock-"

The rumbling drums sounded again.

Amid the sound of drums, Wu Ming gave an explanation to the dozens of soldiers who had left behind to protect the prince, and then took a few leaps and floated towards the open space below, where Yan Hou was lining up with hundreds of soldiers from the Guards Battalion to make the final pre-battle preparations.

In the sound of drums, the Chinese army of the Han army gathered into dozens of phalanxes of different sizes, carried heavy ladders, crossed the moat that had already been filled, and rushed towards the tall walls of Xinhe City.

Amid the drums, the prince said loudly to a herald: "Order, Jianwu General Li Yuan's entire army dismounts and takes the south gate at any cost." ”

He turned his head to a herald and said: "Order, Fenwei General Chen Jianfei will attack the West Gate with all his might, and the whole army will fight to the death, and he must take Xinhe City tonight." ”

The east side of the new river is surrounded by water and adjacent to the sea, so there are only three city gates, plus the north gate of the middle route army, the prince is attacking at the same time on three roads this time, and he is desperate.

On the north city wall, these ragtag armies held ladders that had just been issued, and held shields and protective gear of various styles. With a bloody bravery, he had already rushed into the city wall two hundred meters away. Looking up, the city wall was densely packed, with countless heads of varying heights. The slightly dark faces of the Southern Barbarians were clearly visible in the firelight.

"Brave Warrior" Ada, standing on the city wall with his hands crossed, like a black tower. Looking at the Han army surging like ants below, he suddenly shouted: "Arrows!" ”

A short attendant stood up from behind him, holding his beloved Guansun bow in both hands, he bent his bow and arrows, and did not aim, according to the Han army in the tide of arrows, and suddenly there was a terrible scream from the opposite side.

The night battle of Xinhe officially began.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Han Army Guards Battalion. Yan Houzheng shouted loudly in his old voice, "The Blue Dragon Team is temporarily led by the old man and is responsible for supporting the North Gate. ”

After Xiahou Fei of the Qinglong team was killed by Wu Ming, he never chose a new team leader, and the team deputy Ge Yi was at odds with the two team leaders. They all want to compete for this position, but it is still empty, Yan Hou is afraid of the situation, so he personally leads the team.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Fei, who had already returned to the team, and was full of blood: "Lord Zhao will take the White Tiger Team to support General Li at the South Gate." ”

With Zhao Fei's current situation, it is definitely inconvenient to go to the north gate again, he stopped in the crowd, and it is estimated that he himself will be frightened by him first, and he really can't play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army and resisting foreign enemies with ordinary soldiers. General Ximen Chen is a person on the side of the prime minister, and when he went over, Yan Hou was also afraid of making unpleasant trouble, so if he thought about it, it was only appropriate to send it to Li Yuan's side. How to say that Li Yuan is also a distant nephew of Taiwei. He shouldn't be able to fail to contribute.

Finally, he looked at Wu Ming, who was standing behind the crowd: "Lord Wu, you can hand over the Xuanwu team to Tian Hong to lead, go to support General Chen, and be flexible on the battlefield yourself." ”

The Xuanwu team has no team deputy, and I don't know what the prince thinks, this Xuanwu team responsible for the prince's net worth, the prince only set up Wu Ming as a team leader. Maybe Yan Hou felt that with Wu Ming's late combat strength and speed in the seventh stage, it was really a bit of a fee to only be in charge of one direction. That's why I called him improvised.

After a pause, Yan Hou said loudly: "Whether the Southern Expedition team can go down to Xinhe City or not, it's tonight, everyone, work hard." If you meet a master of more than seven dans, everyone will form a sword formation and resist together. ”

The sword formation of the Guards Battalion is also specially trained. Two instruments, three talents, four elephants...... The Seven Stars and the large sword formations of twelve to thirty-six people all have drills, and the main purpose of the sword formation. It is specially designed to defend against masters of more than seven dans. No one expected that this newly independent Nanban would already have two masters of more than seven stages appearing, so Yan Hou mentioned the sword formation to meet the enemy.

I don't know, after this battle, how many people will be left in this Guards battalion? Yan Hou once again took a deep look at these brothers who got along day and night, and waved his hand down: "Let's go!" ”

The sound of shouting and killing had already sounded on three sides of Xinhe City at the same time, and the sound was getting louder and louder, heading straight towards Xiao Han.