The sun shone on the city, and it looked a little shining.
General Haret, bathed in the sun, felt the slight temperature brought by the sun and said, "Let them hurry." ” The Ming prisoners on the right had already swept over, but it was too cold in the morning, and most of them had frostbite on their hands and feet, and they couldn't improve their speed.
A sergeant took a whip and whipped it, and then the speed increased.
The general said proudly: "Look, they will accept this." ” The caravans under the city also saw this scene, and most of them giggled.
"I used to hear that people were very powerful, but after their old emperor went, they lost that momentum, I see!
They will slowly weaken in the future, and Harel will dominate the grasslands. ” A businessman said these words almost flatteringly, which immediately attracted the approval of many people.
These people forgot about the destruction of Fugu and others, and forgot that Yili was captured by the Ming army.
One guy was probably a little stupid, and after listening to it for a long time, he came out with a sentence.
"Yili put those Jingguan in it is so scary!"
Everyone stopped talking stupidly, and then someone retorted: "I heard those merchants who walked far away say that the emperor of the Ming people is fighting with the ministers and the scholars, and they will definitely decline." ” "Master, do you want someone to help?"
Two men smirked and approached a businessman to ask.
The merchant frowned and waved his hand, like to chase away two flies.
The two men sighed and walked forward, continuing to ask the merchants.
Many of the people who left the city were blocked behind, and gradually they crowded in, ready to get out of the city first.
At this time, those Ming prisoners also swept to the top of the city gate......
Ma Song glanced up at General Harlie and muttered, "I will kill you and let you eat my and urine!"
” Zhao Xing was beside him, and his heart was melancholy after hearing his muttering.
You will die, killed by these Harets!
He glanced at Ma Song, shook his head imperceptibly, and then casually glanced at the city.
He saw a pair of eyes.
Piercing eyes!
It was a man, and Zhao Xing saw him feel something from the carriage beside him.
That's a bow and arrow!
He saw that there were already a lot of people around the caravan, and they were all groping around in the carriage.
Who's this?
He opened his mouth to look in the direction of the steps to the top of the city, and there two men came up slowly, as if they wanted to come up and look into the distance.
There are no poems and no beauties in the distance.
When a sergeant found them at the head of the city, he shouted and asked.
"Who are you?
Go down!
” Most of the sergeants were looking out of the city, and some were even yawning.
Everyone looked at the two of them and laughed stupidly.
As far as the eye could see, there were more than fifty sergeants at both ends.
It was a powerful force that could kill the merchants who were waiting inside and outside the city, so they were laughing easily.
The general was also laughing, he felt that God was good to him, so he sent two fools when he wanted to have fun.
The two men went up to the city in a daze.
Then two sergeants came, ready to take them.
"Get on your knees!"
The two sergeants drew their long knives and threatened.
In this place and era where human life is inferior to dog life, if you don't listen to the bright knife when you see it, you are looking for death.
The two men were stunned, but they didn't stop.
The general shook his head and looked into the city, thinking about how to torture the two trespassers later.
He saw the palace in the morning light, resplendent in gold.
He saw the merchants and people who were impatiently waiting at the gates to check and let them go.
Looking back, he saw a group of men looking up at him.
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He saw the open bows, and the merchants and the people whose faces had changed dramatically.
"Enemy Attack ......"
While warning him, he lunged sideways and dodged an arrow.
The man fell to the ground, and before he could experience the pain, the general shouted, "Warning!
” This is the procedure, and if he does not follow it, even if he survives, he will be executed by the order of Miergan himself.
A sergeant picked up the horn and just brought it to his mouth.
"Kill him!"
With a cold drink, a Ming army under the city stretched out his bow and arrows.
At the same time as the arrow drilled into the neck of the warning sergeant, the two Ming troops who rushed to the head of the city also quickly met the enemy.
The long knife flashed in the air, with a fierce and unrelenting intensity.
This kind of strength of the knife swing with a short knife can never be stopped.
Therefore, the Ming army made a mistake, and the tip of the short knife was provoked, like a poisonous snake pounced on the opponent's throat.
Sergeant Haret didn't expect his opponent to be so skilled, and in desperation, he yelled and tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't fight back.
The short knife slashed through his chin, and before the blood could shoot out, the Ming sergeant had already stabbed him backhanded.
It stands to reason that after the first knife is swung, it is impossible to quickly swing the second knife without exhaustion.
But these sergeants of the Ming army seem to be at ease every time they use their knives, collect their knives, and swing their knives again, all of them are smooth and free.
This is the elite soldier!
No, it's a Super Sergeant!
Another sergeant was also intercepted, but his tactics were more resolute.
He snatched a long knife in front of him, and then the city became a slaughterhouse.
Who is this?
The two of them will be able to gain a foothold in the city, if there is such an elite team in the siege battle, what city head will not be able to attack!
The generals had already climbed up, but they could not go to the front to check, because a few sergeants had rushed over to see what was going on under the city gates, but they were all hit by arrows, and none of them were spared.
At this moment, the city gate has become a battlefield.
This is not a country that has been peaceful for a long time, so most of the sergeants guarding the gate are brave men.
When Wang Yan's knife was blocked, his first reaction was to warn his subordinates: "It's a strong enemy!"
” After saying that, he threw the short knife in his hand.
No one on the battlefield will discard their weapons, that is suicide.
But Wang Yan is different, and the black thorn is also different.
They are not armies that go into battle to kill, but the most elite forces, forces for local and specific targets.
"Bell!"
Sergeant Naharet struck the dagger he threw at him accurately, and then he felt a blackness in front of him.
He was not afraid, and he didn't even glance at Wang Yan who pounced, so he waved his knife with his backhand.
But his movements are destined to be half a beat slower, which is a trick that will end in the same end.
The tragic aura suddenly enveloped this square inch.
But Wang Yan's movements were unexpectedly fast, and just as the sword light flashed, Wang Yan's fist came to his eyebrows.
The heavy fist struck the center of his eyebrows, and Harry's mouth involuntarily opened to the maximum, and the inside of his skull was shaken by this force.
Immediately, two streams of grayish-white semi-solid erupted from his nostrils.
These things slow down as they erupt from the nostrils, and finally freeze under the nose.
At the city gate, more than a dozen blackthorns had already rushed in, and their opponents were more than twenty Harlie soldiers.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, those blackthorns formed several two-person squads, cooperating with each other to attack.
One person attacks or defends, and the second waits for an opportunity to strike.
The tallest and most burly Harlie soldier shouted loudly, slashed back the attack of the two black thorns with a single sword, and then shouted to the sky: "The enemy is attacking ......"
If you want to use all your strength to scream, your body must not be able to do other movements.
This man was going to use his life to warn more people and spread the news to the city in time.
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Good man!
A Ming soldier admired in his heart and withdrew the short knife in his hand.
The thug threw his head up, and his neck was exposed to his opponent's sight.
The knife almost cut his neck, but the only remaining cervical vertebrae were tenacious enough to keep his skull from falling.