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Chapter five hundred and ninety fifth powerful fighting idea(2/2)

The soldiers of both sides have not yet come into contact, the barbarians' tall and magnificent "slope siege machine" has not yet set up on the top of Cangxu City..., and the most intense blade battle has not yet come.
"Four hundred and fifty steps!..."
In the shadow of swords and arrows, Yang Ji stood tall, in sharp contrast to the fierce fighting around him. The strong wind was powerful, the energy between heaven and earth was turbulent, and the pressure from the more than 10,000 barbarian warriors on the opposite side was increasing.
Although the two sides have not yet come into contact, the casualties are already considerable. In this battle, the Han Dynasty could not take much advantage. The casualty ratio of both sides was very high.
But Yang Ji didn't dare to move. He and the three barbarian vanguards were restraining each other.
"Four hundred steps!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
The tension in the void is getting bigger and bigger. From this distance, you can already see the long logs on the slope siege machine, and the burl on them is clearly visible.
The connections between logs can be clearly seen.
At this time, you can even see the bulging veins on the bulging muscles of the barbarian warriors under the "slope siege machine", as well as the round beads of sweat on the skin.
Not everyone can push the hundreds of thousands of kilograms of slope siege machines. These barbarian warriors have tried their best.
"Three hundred feet!..."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and the intense murderous intent that erupted from nearly ten thousand people fighting made the hairs on his body stand on end.
The slope siege machine and the barbarian army are getting closer and closer.
The tension in the void is getting bigger and bigger, and the mountain-like city wall trembles under this huge pressure, as if it is about to collapse.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
Each barbarian warrior's eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily from his nose. The companions around him kept falling, but this only stimulated the murderous intention in their hearts to become stronger and stronger.
Barbarians are born for fighting. Surviving in the primitive jungle where conditions are harsh, poisonous mosquitoes breed, and ferocious beasts are rampant requires a strong will to survive and a constant fighting spirit!
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