The strong wield their swords against the strong.

The weak wield their swords against the weak.

The Han army is not the eastern tribe alliance. They will only swing their swords at the stronger ones. Not only Lu Yanxun, but also everyone present.

The imperial guard of the King of Han.

Hundreds of soldiers led by Zhang Zhen.

"Don't be afraid. Just like I taught you, shoot your bow and arrow at the right time. Just treat them as tigers, black bears, and wild boars. Have you ever encountered them when hunting? Although tigers are fierce, they can still be beaten.

If there are too many arrows, you will die."

"We have a large number of people and defend the city. We will definitely win."

Lu Yanxun took an infantry spear from the Han soldier and held it in his hand. Two Han soldiers stood in front of him holding shields.

He weighed the infantry spear and said loudly to the soldiers.

"Yes." As Lu Yanxun's order was conveyed, the morale of thousands of soldiers improved a bit. Some real warriors showed excitement.

Fighting as a warrior is something that is engraved in a man's bones.

Regardless of the Han people or the barbarians, some people have inherited this kind of thing.

Although Lu Yanxun was very calm, when thousands of soldiers were actually fighting, things happened frequently. Some soldiers opened their bows and shot arrows in advance because of fear.

Then he realized that the arrow he shot was as weak and weak as a girl's fist.

The soldier was suddenly embarrassed and looked around with a guilty conscience, but none of the officers or soldiers around him looked at him. They just looked at the enemy nervously.

He finally took a breath and calmed down.

Some soldiers were so frightened that they wanted to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead.

Although they chose to join the army, knowing that this day would come, there was still a gap between imagination and reality. Of course, no one dared to escape.

There is a supervising team.

Han soldiers and barbarian soldiers are completely different.

Especially the newly mastered army.

Han soldiers did not have supervisory teams.

Both Zhang Zhen and Lu Yanxun made changes in response to the situation based on the military books they had read and the knowledge they understood.

Although Lu Yanxun and Wanhu suffered frequent incidents and wasted a lot of arrows, the overall situation was maintained.

"Kill!!!!!" Finally, Meng Yuan's first arrow was shot from the well cart. Like a signal, the raindrop-like arrows landed on the city wall with a whistling sound.

Lu Yan trained Wanhu's soldiers to react no matter how slow they were.

You can fight back.

They opened their bows and fired arrows at the archers on the well cart. The officers shouted: "Don't shoot arrows at their wooden cart. It is a huge shield and has strong defense."

Lu Yanxun's soldiers from Wanhu looked down at the advancing wooden curtain cars and ladder trucks in their busy schedule. Behind the wooden curtain carts with huge wooden boards to cover them, countless Mongolian soldiers were transported.

"The warriors are ready. When the Meng Yuan people climb up the ladder truck, hit them with stones. It will be more effective than arrows."

The officers continued to shout.

Compared with ordinary soldiers, Lu Yanxun conducted short-term assault training for the officers and knew a lot of military common sense.

The soldiers of three thousand households in the east.

Zhang Zhen, Lu Yanxun, and Qi Min. Just like a toddler, in the earliest stage of life, he encountered a strong man and a powerful enemy.

No choice.

Either become stronger in the war, or be destroyed in the war.

The cruel test began.

They have no armor, only simple leather armor made of leather. Their defense power is not bad, but only a little.

“Whoosh whoosh!!!!”

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Lu Yanxun's soldiers were shot by the strong bows of the Mongolian soldiers, as if they were prey under the machine gun, and fell into a pool of blood amidst the screams one after another.

Seeing these scenes of tragedy, the timid finally couldn't stand it any more. One of Lu Yanxun's ten thousand soldiers who was hiding behind the female wall, holding his head and shivering, stood up like crazy and rushed towards the steps away from the city wall.

The soldier supervising the team looked at him coldly and was about to take action.

There was a "puff" sound. The fleeing soldier was shot dead on the spot by the arrows of the Mongolian soldiers from behind.

The sharp arrow shot in from the back and came out from the chest.

The soldier felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and looked down, showing a look of despair. Then he fell to the ground and refused to close his eyes.

An officer saw this scene and shouted: "On the battlefield, do not turn your back to the enemy."

"Victory over the enemy, annexing their baggage, food and grass, everyone has a share. If defeated and fled, everyone will die. If you want to survive, you must first defeat the enemy. We have thirty thousand households, thirty thousand households."

"kill!!!!!!!!"

The toddlers, protected by the city walls, resisted the attack of powerful men. The battle was extremely fierce. The soldiers supervising the battle team killed many soldiers who tried to escape.

Countless soldiers of Lu Yan’s training died under the arrows of the Meng Yuan people.

finally.

The ladder truck and the wooden curtain truck arrived at the bottom of the city. The Mongolian soldiers hiding behind the wooden curtain truck quickly left the wooden curtain truck and climbed the ladder under the command of the officer.

"Come up quickly. They are a mob. Kill them all, and the property and women in the city will be ours." A Mongolian ten-man captain called the brothers to come up, while climbing the ladder himself, and boarded it smoothly.

city ​​wall.

"Hahaha!!!!" Captain Meng Yuan laughed when he saw this and said, "I got there first."

"Kill!!!" Commander Meng Yuan opened his eyes, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and killed two of Lu Yanxun's soldiers from Wanhu, planning to continue his rampage.

"Puff". An arrow from nowhere hit his neck.

"Damn it." He lowered his head and glanced at his neck. His majestic body shook for a while and fell to the ground.

The Han soldiers beside Lu Yanxun calmly put down their bows and arrows and said, "We are the imperial bodyguards. We go up to the mountains to subdue tigers and go down to the water to capture dragons."

"Go. Take off this man's armor and have someone help you put it on. If you can survive and have enough courage, it is possible to become a Qianhu."

The Han soldiers turned around and said to a small flag officer not far away.

This small flag official was very strong, with a face full of flesh and tiger eyes, full of excitement. After hearing what the Han soldiers said, he yelled and immediately led two of his men to charge.

He went up and, amidst the whistling of arrows, dragged the body to a safe place, quickly untied the armor from the body and put it on himself.

When the flag officer put on his armor, he immediately rushed to the front line with a roar, and exchanged blows with the Mongolian soldiers who climbed up the city wall. After a few rounds, he was killed by the Mongolian soldiers.

Lu Yanxun watched this scene in his eyes without moving.

From morning to evening.

Sushun City was like a dam under the impact of a huge flood, surrounded by dangers. But it persisted.

But Zhang Zhen, Lu Yanxun and Qi Min were not happy.
Chapter completed!