That's what Mo Xiaobai said, and he did the same.

Set up a Han-made hand card to resist a Pu knife soldier who took the opportunity to climb up, and stabbed forward with a gun in his right hand.

Even if a meteor hits down now, you can't retreat.

If you retreat again, the enemy soldiers who climb to the top of the city may no longer be one, but two, three, or even more.

A shot stabbed into the side shoulder of the Pak knife soldier, and Dumb's one-handed sword also slashed from behind, and the two of them worked together to kill him, while the surrounding soldiers were still throwing heavy logs downward.

Seeing that the trend that was about to break through was suppressed, the catapult also followed suit again.

Mo Xiaobai had been watching the movement outside the city with his spare eyes, and when he saw a basin-sized throwing stone flying towards the position he was standing again, he immediately moved his steps and set up the wooden shield sideways.

Almost at the moment when Mo Xiaobai's body moved sideways, the stones had already fallen from the sky, grazing the side of the shield and falling, and as soon as they collided, they issued a 'clang' heavy blow.

The violent impact spread from his left hand all the way to his body, Mo Xiaobai gritted his teeth and snorted, and the gun in his right hand was still firmly across his chest.

This is just the beginning, and you can't hold back!

Mo Xiaobai didn't retreat, the boulder was rubbed by the shield and then landed, and then it split apart and scattered around.

It seems that these rocks have crumbled, but it will also be painful to hit the soldiers, and under normal circumstances, most of them will choose to dodge and retreat to avoid being injured by the stones.

But at the moment, Mo Xiaobai did not retreat, although there was no shortage of soldiers around him who screamed in pain, but none of them retreated to the side or rear.

The main general is already at the forefront, and he can still retreat because he is afraid?

"Next time, I'll do it."

Dumb also picked up a wooden shield that was placed next to him, weighed it and said, "But I may need two hands, you have to take care of it." ”

"Good!"

Mo Xiaobai was not reckless, if he wanted to firmly control the position and space that the enemy army climbed, he would definitely not be able to rely on him alone.

As soon as the two finished speaking, the catapult two hundred meters away had been reloaded, and the boulder was thrown out with a 'whoosh'.

Dumb swallowed his saliva, and followed Mo Xiaobai's example to meet the flying stone throwing with a sideways unloading method, but even if he held the shield in both hands, when the boulder hit the shield, Dumb failed to stabilize his body, and fell backwards one after another, almost falling to the ground.

However, even if he looked embarrassed, Dumb at least successfully resisted the flying stone, and Mo Xiaobai was guarding beside him, and did not give those Pu Dao soldiers who stayed halfway up the ladder any chance to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack.

The catapult could not open the situation for a long time, and the Pak Dao soldiers could not stay in the face of the threat of rolling stones and heavy wood, so they could only rush up.

And this is the result that Mo Xiaobai wants to see.

…………

Fierce battle!

A fierce battle!

Whether it was the Hundred Beast Rebellion at the beginning or the Great War in the Western Regions Royal City later, the pressure on Mo Xiaobai was far less difficult than sticking to Xingyang at the moment.

Waves of soldiers surged in as fiercely as the tide. The catapult even recognized Mo Xiaobai's point and took care of him.

When a fierce battle was fought from noon to night, Mo Xiaobai's whole person no longer had even the slightest image of a lord and noble.

The head was loosely worn, and the Mingguang armor that he was wearing had long been damaged, and it was replaced with another scale armor, and the shield was damaged on three sides, and his body was stained with blood, both those left by enemy soldiers and Mo Xiaobai's own.

These are not the most embarrassing sides, when the soldiers outside the city slowly retreated, Mo Xiaobai sat down with a butt, and the corners of his mouth immediately gasped.

The right hand was wiped to the waist, and the hands were full of scarlet.

"Let's go, I'll send you down for treatment."

Dumb saw Mo Xiaobai's movements, and a wry smile appeared on his face, as the closest person to Mo Xiaobai, of course he saw clearly how Mo Xiaobai was injured.

It was the general who was originally commanding the attack of the Pu Dao soldiers, and after seeing that the soldiers could not attack for a long time, he personally climbed to the top of the city, and when he was entangled with the two of them, he left a knife wound on Mo Xiaobai.

If Zhou Yu hadn't arrived in time, no matter whether Mo Xiaobai or he was stupid, he would have been hung back to Chang'an.

"Let me take a break, I won't die for a while anyway." Mo Xiaobai waved his hand, he really didn't have any strength now.

It's the first time I've been reborn and returned so miserable.

There are no less than ten large and small injuries on the body, and even the attribute status has already appeared with a red 'injury' mark, which is not far from the crimson 'serious injury'.

However, the expression on Mo Xiaobai's face was much more relaxed than when the war first began.

A few hours ago, Mo Xiaobai didn't know whether he had the strength to defend Xingyang, but now the answer was already in front of him.

Xingyang is not lost, it is still under his feet!

Gasping for breath, his gaze swept over the city, only to find that it was already stained with blood.

There were no less than hundreds of corpses around him alone, not to mention the situation on Zhou Yu and Ju Meng's side in the distance.

This is still the case at the head of the city, let alone the tragic situation outside the city.

When Mo Xiaobai sat down just now, he glanced at it several times, and the corpses under the city were almost one zhang high, and no matter how many yards he was, he could directly step on people and rush to Xingyang City.

"Who still has the strength to move around, go and help me invite General Zhou Yu here." With his back against the city wall and his arms hanging in front of his chest, Mo Xiaobai whispered to the soldiers around him.

However, before his voice could drift, Zhou Yu, who was only forty or fifty steps away from him, was explaining something to some rangers, and walked to Mo Xiaobai's location after speaking.

"My lord."

Walking slowly in front of Mo Xiaobai, Zhou Yu himself could still hold on, and he was not injured much, seeing Mo Xiaobai's 'miserable situation', he immediately leaned over and said, "Shall I send you down?" ”

"There's no hurry."

Mo Xiaobai shook his head again, and then reluctantly raised his arm: "Sort out the corpses in the city, count our casualties as soon as possible, I want to know how many people we have left." ”

"Yu has already arranged it."

Zhou Yu nodded silently, hesitated for a while before saying: "I'm afraid there won't be too many soldiers who can fight again, even if you count the minor injuries, there are only about 500 people, most of whom are rangers." ”

Originally, the strength of Xingyang City was roughly more than 800.

But now it's only been half a day, and it's gone straight from 800 to 500?

The relaxed expression that had just been relaxed froze again, and Mo Xiaobai didn't know what to say.

As many as 40 percent of the casualties, it is not that the soldiers did not do their best. Mo Xiaobai couldn't blame anyone, so he could only accept it silently.

Seeing the change in the lord's mood, Zhou Yu could only open his mouth to comfort: "Lord, although our army has many casualties, but the coalition forces outside the city can not get any benefits, the enemy will lead 5,000 troops to attack in this battle, and when they retreat, they will not even have half of them, including some soldiers who have been seriously injured and are unable to fight again." If there is no large number of troops, Xingyang City should not be difficult to defend. ”

800 vs 5000.

After World War I, it became 500 against 2500.

The casualty ratio of one to eight was in front of him, although Mo Xiaobai knew that this was Zhou Yu's way of comfort, he couldn't help but nod and smile: "It's not easy for everyone to fight like this in a fierce battle." Help me up, I have to go see the drama. Without his assistance, what else can we talk about holding Xingyang and Aocang. ”