The young Zhengxi soldier responded, then imitated Chen Hao's stance and raised his sword to chop at the Xiongnu soldier.

The stench of blood filled the entire city wall. Chen Hao took care of those he could take care of, and there was nothing he could do about those he couldn't take care of. The ladder was like a branch stuck in a pile of ants, immediately attracting a steady stream of Xiongnu soldiers to follow the ladder.

Climb up!

"puff!"

A cloud of hot blood poured on the side of Chen Hao's face. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the young Zhengxi soldier who had just been rescued had his arm cut off by a Huns, and was hit in the shoulder and neck.

Blood spurted out and he fell down.

"Zixin! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Before Chen Hao could feel sad or angry, he heard Chen Gong shouting loudly from behind him.

Chen Hao quickly withdrew to the side, only to see Chen Gong and a group of reserve spearmen coming over from the other side. The array of spearmen was immediately like pushing a haystack, pricking and stabbing the remaining pikemen.

All the Huns soldiers on the city wall were killed, and then they pushed down the ladder that was erected on the city wall.

Seeing that the successive attacks were blocked and the sky was getting darker, Huchuquan finally blew the horn to withdraw his troops. The Huns slowly retreated, leaving their corpses on the ground.

"The Huns have retreated! The Huns have retreated!"

The surrounding soldiers couldn't help but raise their swords and guns and cheered.
Chapter completed!