This is the most tragic battle Zhang Zhao has ever experienced during time travel!

Blood flowed down the ramp close to the city wall, and the broken limbs and broken arms and broken bodies were everywhere.

A soldier's belly was cut and his intestines were exposed, but he was still fighting to the death.

A warrior Zhongyun was already lying on the ground with blood and blood, but was still using a short knife in his hand to stab all the foot sticks he could get, no matter who it belongs to.

The barbarian bear who rushed in the front suffered the most damage. His armor had broken into pieces, and small pieces of armor leaves continued to fall to the ground.

The round-blade axe in his hand has long been replaced by a thick-backed sword full of sharp blades. Every step forward, a warrior Zhongyun will inevitably be chopped over by him or squeezed down the city wall.

Zhang Zhao's horse spear was gone. He was holding his own horizontal knife in his hand. This magic weapon made of tool steel was also broken with many small gaps.

Only the bright light armor on his body is still powerful, and he is fighting hard now. Relying on this golden armor, Zhang Zhao has almost not suffered any penetration injuries.

"Boom!" A hammer hit Zhang Zhao's head, and his head suddenly became dizzy.

Although the phoenix wing helmet was used to wrap the phoenix wings and there were shock absorption designs from later generations, the one who swung this hammer was a strong man Zhongyun, who came very strongly. If it weren't for Zhang Zhao's phoenix wings and his phoenix wings and he was very strong, he would probably have smashed his skull into it.

Seeing that the second time was about to hit him again, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and used all his strength to rush towards the strong man Zhongyun, sweeping over the horizontal knife in his hand like a whirlwind.

‘Crack! Puchi!’ The horizontal knife first cut off the strong man’s hammer’s pole, then cut through the opponent’s armor. The blood mixed with colorful things and immediately gushed out of the break like a flood discharge.

"Left Governor! Left Governor is dead!" As the strong man fell down, the warrior in the Zhongyun Palace tent opposite panicked. It seemed that this Left Governor must be the bravest warrior among them.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Zhang Zhao jumped onto the city wall, and the horizontal knife in his hand slashed again.

A samurai who retreated a little slower, was cut by him and blood was poured out. The remaining people protected the Zhongyun King Sanpoba and retreated to another platform that looked like a beacon tower to make their final defense.

Zhang Zhao wanted to take the opportunity to chase him, but suddenly felt relieved. After half an hour of fighting, he was already exhausted.

Taking advantage of the chance to breathe, Zhang Zhao looked back and saw hundreds of corpses lying on the road from the blown left gate to this section of the city wall. Behind him, Yan Jin and others had already followed.

The loss was a bit big! Zhang Zhao saw at least a dozen of his people lying down, but the losses of warrior Zhongyun were even more terrifying. The 200 people around Sanpoba were missing at least nearly a hundred people.

Damn it! Zhang Zhao spit out a mouthful of blood. Didn’t it mean that 10% of the casualties of the ancient army would greatly reduce its combat power, and 15% of the casualties would collapse?

The casualties are nearly half, why are the opposite side still not kneeling down to surrender?

He didn't understand why the warrior Zhongyun on the opposite side had not collapsed? King Zhongyun's Sanpoba couldn't understand where this was a ruthless person?

The combat power of these sixty or seventy soldiers was far beyond his imagination.

Although there are at least thousands of soldiers like the nearby major countries, such as the Jin Kingdom of Khotan, the Gaochang Uighurs and the Guiyi Army, there are definitely not many who are so tenacious and brave in their battles, and they are so proud of their lives in their momentum.

Why can his tent samurai be so tenacious? Because his small Zhongyun Kingdom is actually a country shared with these three hundred tent samurai warriors, and the remaining 100,000 people are actually slaves to him and these three hundred tent samurai warriors.

In other words, these warriors are not protecting his Sanpoba, but protecting their own wealth, life and future. Otherwise, why can Sanpoba be able to avoid being annexed by any of the surrounding families by these 300 warriors?

But... But the soldiers on the opposite side are obviously here to make money! Why are you doing so hard for money? You can ask for the price at halfway through! How can you treat robbery as a battle to destroy the country?

Just as the two sides were briefly repairing, the Zhongyun warrior settlement area in the distance of the palace tent became bustling. It turned out that the warriors in the North City finally put out the fire. Dozens of warriors were ready and were running towards this side!

Seeing this, Sanpoba, who was originally interested in spending money, calmed down.

The three hundred samurai warriors were distributed according to the pattern of two hundred in the tent and one hundred outside the northern city.

In other words, although the warriors in his palace tent had lost a hundred people and were almost beaten to death, the one hundred warriors in the North City were not afraid of being killed, and their combat effectiveness was still there!

"The eagles under the snow mountain! Keep here, the prime minister and others will arrive soon. The city of ​​Nicheng is our home. Only by fighting to the end can we protect our family!" Sanpoba saw the opportunity and began to cheer loudly.

"As long as these bandits are killed, I will give all half of the treasures in the treasury and give them to everyone!"

"It's really a difficult bone to crack! Blow the trumpet! Yan Jin, you bring people to defend the warriors from the North City, Dunzhu and the barbarian bear, are ready to go side by side with me and chop off the dog head of King Zhongyun!"

Zhang Zhao grabbed a piece of bloody shisha cake and swallowed it. Then he took another sip of ale wine. The sound of "whimpering" horns was blown away. This was his final arrangement.

Yangma City! Bai Congxin heard the sound of cow horns and suddenly rode his horse over. With one knife, the prime minister Zhongyun, who had tied him up, cut off the left back of the rear of Zhongyun. This guy wanted to recruit Yangma City to go on a business trip, but he was caught by his killing servants.

After killing Zhongyun's left and right prime ministers, Bai Congxin raised his horse's spear and looked at the discussion in the Yangma City.

There are five or six hundred people here. Although there are not many armors, at least they have weapons, and some of them are not weak in combat.

"According to the command of the Duwei! I'm now recruiting 100 people! Only 100 people! After capturing the Zhongyun Palace tent, cloth, grain, wine, silk and satin will be sold at half price. Whoever goes there will be!"

The merchants in Yangma City looked left and right and looked at several leaders. They heard the big explosion just now, and some people also saw the flying city gate. It was obvious that these people outside were almost successful, but... King Zhongyun also had hundreds of soldiers!

"A courageless dog slave! You don't know how to do it if you give you a chance?

The Prime Minister of the Left Queen of Zhongyun was killed in Yangma City. Do you think King Zhongyun would thank you afterwards? Just let you get out of here! Your best choice now is to go with someone and get a big shot!"

On the banks of the Ruoqiang River, there is Zhang Zhao's last twenty-person reserve team here.

After hearing the whimpering horn, Yin Jiazi suddenly drew out the horizontal knife and slashed at Arrododu, who was nervous.

The speed is so fast! Even after the head flew into the air, the nervous look on Arrodou's face had not yet gone.

With Yin Yaozi's sword swing, the other soldiers of the Shandu also used swords and guns. The six Geluo people who led the way were instantly different from each other!

"Zhongweng! Erlang is summoning me, and things are urgent! I will leave you five people!"

After saying that, Yin Yaozi rode a war horse and rode a dozen soldiers toward the Ni City!

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