...

"Swish~"

"Swish~"

Two sounds of breaking through the air, a galloping crossbow arrow fell from above the city gate, and passed by a speeding wolf-tooth arrow outside the gate, causing two sharp roars, as if they were about to tear the air apart.

"Puff~"

"Du~"

With a sound of breaking his body and a sound of entering the wood, an alien archer under the city gate turned over and was lifted off the shield. When his body stabilized, he saw a painted black crossbow arrow inserted into his throat and the wolf-tooth arrow shot at the top of the city was blocked by a long shield.

"Let's go down~"

The Monroe behind the shield car began to panic, and quickly shouted and retreated to the shield car. From just now, nine archers have been shot to death by crossbow arrows on the top of the city, and six people were shot in different parts of their bodies, moving backwards with the help of their companions. Three of them were probably rescued and were useless.

"Damn it, why did these Zhou Gou's arrows suddenly become so accurate? Did they use some magic tricks?"

The sudden change made Death Stone, led by Su Rongzabu, puzzled. He looked at the crossbow arrow on the corpse of the Monroe, his eyes full of doubts.

Under the counterattack of the Guards' crossbow arrows, the cold arrows of the Loren outside the city immediately began to stop, giving the defenders time to breathe.

“Wow~”

“Ah~”

Above the city gate, a slave had just jumped up to the chassis, but just faced Wei Ding's eyes guarding here. The hideous face made the slave's mind tighten in an instant. Before he could react, he heard a deafening cry from his ears, which directly shocked him to the moment, and a shrill scream rang out.

However, at this time, another mercenary beside Wei Dian jumped onto a dead soldier in iron armor. He saw his cold eyes as if he was calm. After confirming that there was no obstacle in front of him, he suddenly jumped down...

“Hello~”

However, before the dead soldier's legs hit the ground, he suddenly locked his headband with a pair of iron hands. Before he could even see who the person in front of him was, his neck was severely twisted.

"Get out~"

"Bang~"

Wei Ding shouted loudly, raised the dead man high above his head and threw it out of the squadron, directly knocking the two climbing slaves down the city, and then picked up two iron halberds and snatched the Monroe who jumped up to another wall.

"Puff~"

"Ah~"

"Sher~"

Wei Dian's shout was shocked, and the two black halberds in his hand were like iron-blooded storms, bringing up a bleak cloud of sorrow, breaking all the Monroe people who had seized the pass. The sound of metal breaking the body and the Monroe people's shrill roar echoed, weaving it into a blood net...

In just a moment, the four Monroe who climbed the city were all turned into cold corpses under Wei Ding's violent attack. Now the Monroe no longer had the figure on the city...

The Cui Liang defenders, inspired by Wei Ding, were greatly motivated, and the archers outside the city were suppressed, and finally began to launch a fierce counterattack. Many soldiers raised their stones and went straight to the cliff to throw them down at the climbing Monroe, smashing the Monroe heads and cried out for their parents.

"Let them retreat, stop attacking..."

Yan Zha, who was in the back position outside the city gate, witnessed the situation on the battlefield being reversed and knew that it would only cause greater losses if he continued to attack. He made a quick decision to give orders to his personal soldiers around him to retreat.

“Woo~~”

As the horn of retreat sounded, the Mengluo slave army, who was enduring the torture of death before the pass, immediately retreated like a tide.

"Oh~ Retreat!"

When Su Rongzhabu heard the retreat horn, he could only sigh helplessly, ordered people to clean up the bodies of the nine Monroe archers, and then took the dead soldiers under his command to retreat to Yanzha's headquarters.

"Aoah~"

And above the city gate, when the Monroe retreated, a trembling cheer suddenly erupted.

"Huh~"

Cui Liang threw away the iron spear in his hand and sat down tiredly against the wall. Feeling the joyful sound of the soldiers around him, he couldn't help but close his eyes and breathe a long breath of turbid air.

The continuous battles of life finally defended this line of defense. Now, Cui Liang just wants to have a good rest and recover his strength to cope with the subsequent battle.

...

Yan Zha's main body, looking at the neatly arranged eleven zombies of embroidered red flags lying on the ground, Yan Zha's pupils were filled with bone-broken coldness.

He squatted in front of a corpse with a crossbow arrow on his cheek, looked carefully for a while, pulled out the crossbow arrow and said, "These eleven people are all skilled in string control men under my embroidered red banner. Now, they have lost eleven people meaninglessly. How do you tell me how to explain this to the Lord of Yuwen?

When Su Rongzabu and others heard this, they lowered their heads and dared not speak. They should know that the fourth-class class within Hachiman is strict, and the eleven dead Monroe people are all Hachiman guards in the highest-class class. One of them can even live with hundreds of slaves. Now that eleven people are lost, you can imagine what kind of anger Yanza is suppressing in his heart at this moment.

Seeing that no one answered, Yan Zha stood up and lifted the crossbow arrow in the air, walked around the crowd, and said, "Look, just such an inconspicuous arrow took away a warrior who had been tempered on the horse's back. Who can tell me, why can this arrow be so short, easily tear the iron armor on the warriors' bodies?

You should know that these dead warriors of embroidered red banners are covered with iron armor made of fine iron. How did this mere arrow be done? Can anyone answer me?"

Quiet, as quiet as death, Su Rongzabu glanced at the crossbow arrows that seemed to be still bleeding, and swallowed his saliva. Seeing Yan Za swept his eyes to him, he immediately opened his eyes and dared not look at him. At the same time, his heart was filled with anxiety. Will his death camp be allowed to seize the pass next?

"Click..."

Yan Zha broke the crossbow arrows in his hand with force, then continued to come to the corpses, stopped in front of a young Monroe man with an arrow in his chest, squatted down and stroked his face.

"We Monroe, in order to survive, fight against the sky and the earth, even the most fierce wolf pack on the grassland, we have the courage to deal with it head-on, from the moment we were born, we were accompanied by death,

Death is nothing to us, but it must be valuable to die. Warriors should have the way of dying a warrior, and they must not die easily.

Look at this child, he is less than twenty years old and has a young life. You must know how difficult it is to raise a child on the Monroe grassland. It almost requires the Dingkou of the entire tribe to cultivate such a strong warrior.

But now, he stopped breathing and slept forever on this land. Although his honor would still be accepted by his family, his wife, his children, his mother who gave birth to him, and the kind old father who played the horse-head fiddle, could no longer see him smiling..."

Speaking of this, Yan Zha seemed to have a little choked tone. She carefully combed the dead Monroe man's appearance, and finally folded his hands in front of his cold chest and clenched it into fists.

After doing all this, Yan Zha closed her eyes and slowly stood up, bowed her head and bowed to the dead eleven Monroe archers' bodies. Seeing this, Su Rongzabu and others also saluted the corpses together.

After receiving the gift, Su Rongzabu came to Yanza and asked quietly, "President Yan, should we continue to seize the pass and avenge the dead Monroe Warrior?"

"Of course we have to take revenge!" Yan Zha said firmly after hearing this, "And this is a shame. We must avenge our previous shame and make the executioners on the city pay a heavy price!"

Su Rongzabu licked his chapped lips, with his eyes and jaws, "That Commander Yan, I will arrange the matter of seizing the enemy now. Let my Dead Soldiers attack later, and I will definitely fight down!"

Yan Zha shook her head, "Since you have retired, let's take a break for the time being. Let's talk about the matter of winning the barrier in the afternoon. Now I immediately count how many warriors we have lost so far. I must know the exact number!"

Su Rongzabu immediately responded, "Yes, I'll do it now..."

After Su Rongzabu left, Yanza looked back at the towering thick wall, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be invincible to control himself...

"I, Yan Zha, swear that no one of you will die in vain. After entering the pass, I will let a hundred, no, a thousand people in the Central Plains be buried with you! Your family will be prosperous and wealthy forever in this life, and the people in the Central Plains will be slaves to the Monroe people for generations!"

Yan Zha bowed her head to pay tribute to the eleven corpses again, and the expression on her face gradually began to distort.

...

"Retreat, retreat~"

“Woo~~”

Before the main gate of Xuanwu Pass, the fortifications formed between the first and second barbed wire mesh had become a veritable death penalty area. Almost all the Monroe people entering this area were spared and were shot into hedgehogs by the defenders on the wall.

The entire iron net defense line was full of corpses, and the bloody smell filled the entire Gobi Desert outside the pass. The boiling blood had turned into a solidified blood stream, and it was full of red when you saw it.

As the horn of retreat sounded, the attacking Monroe immediately retreated like a tide. The expression on his face no longer had the aura of yesterday, but only the deepest fear of death.

Liu Ce still held the mirror and stood in the cold wind, letting the cloak on his body fly, still looking cold.

"Mr. Governor, the Monroe retreated again..."

Xiao Yu came to Liu Ce and pointed at the retreating Monroe people and said excitedly.

When Liu Ce heard this, he put down the camera and said without looking back, "Calculate the casualties immediately, and check how many crossbow arrows are left, and pay them back immediately after the statistics are released!"

"Abide by the order!"

After Xiao Yu received the order, he immediately went to execute Liu Ce's order. What Liu Ce was most worried about now is the shortage of crossbows. Judging from the current casualties on the battlefield, half of the Monroe people in front of the barbed wire were shot by crossbows. Once the crossbows were exhausted and the enemy did not retreat, they must be prepared for the next time.

This is actually a disadvantage of Liu Ce's equipment. Because everything is too standardized, it is difficult to get timely replenishment when weapons are damaged during wartime or arrows are shot in the air, which is a great test for logistics capabilities.

After all, in this era, each craftsman shop has no concept of systematic and standardization, and the entire Great Zhou is only one of its own.

However, he will continue to stick to this set of standards. After all, this is the future trend. We cannot give up because of objective factors, and there will be no mistakes.

Thinking of this, Liu Ce immediately called Jiao Luo and said to him, "Go and call Zhang Dingbian. This military governor wants to ask him how much fat there is in Xuanwu Pass!"

"Abide by the order!"

Jiao Luo roared, carried the long spear and walked away to look for Zhang Dingbian's figure.
Chapter completed!