Chapter 993 994 [Same robe as the son]

As the barbarian forces scaled the city wall, the defender's position was immediately on the verge of collapse. The military morale that had finally been gathered together dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye as the barbarians launched a cruel and ferocious attack.

Maybe they can hold on for the first time with all their strength, but what people fear most is that they can't see hope and can't see the end of this war.

Xu Mo had no time to feel sad or sigh. He used his left arm to parry the barbarian's blade, and then cut the opponent's throat with his backhand. At the same time, he stumbled to the ground. Fighting in battle was extremely draining of physical energy, not to mention the injuries he suffered when fighting the barbarian earlier.

The wound was almost exhausted at this moment. After he fell, a barbarian in the front left saw the opportunity and slashed down with the handle of the knife in both hands.

Xu Mo's Lingtai was completely clear, but he couldn't produce any strength in his body, so he watched helplessly as the knife cut off his head.

A sharp and harsh sound exploded in his ears, and Xu Mo even saw a wisp of sparks blooming in front of his eyes.

The two swords connected, and the barbarian was slightly startled. Before he could react, another sword penetrated his chest and abdomen.

Xu Mo looked up and saw two young faces coming into view. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why are you here? Where are the others?"

The two men stepped forward to help Xu Mo up, and the person on the left said quickly: "Miss Chen said that the fierce battle means that the defenders are likely to repel the barbarians, but the situation should be quite dangerous. She also said that she

Although all martial arts are lost, there should be no problem in self-protection, so let us all rush to support."

Xu Mo nodded with a complicated expression, and then said with difficulty: "The barbarians are so powerful that we may not be able to hold on."

Not thunder, but better than thunder.

In this sudden silence, Chen Xianda's rough and powerful voice impacted everyone's eardrums.

He rushed to the city wall in a few steps and looked towards the plain to the southwest. Several black spots appeared in his sight. After a few moments, the black spots turned into a huge surging wave, approaching rapidly from south to north.

"Brother Xu, you take a break first, we'll take the top!"

The anxious voice in the distance woke Xu Mo from his sadness. He dragged his tired and heavy body to the bottom of the city tower. He saw a bunch of people surrounding the dying Fang Xun, and at the same time, people kept calling for the doctor.

At this point, the fate of the barbarian cavalry was already doomed.

The companion raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

Fang Xun nodded slightly and couldn't hold on any longer and closed his eyes.

"Swear to kill!"

The man called Mr. Chen was Chen Xianda, the deputy commander of the Tibetan Front Guard. He did not participate in the battle in the south. He had been holding back in the northern camp for a long time. At this moment, he was like a tiger out of the cage, leading 1,500 cavalry in a frantic battle with the barbarian cavalry.

distance between.

Chen Xianda roared angrily, and then led his troops straight into the rear formation of the barbarian cavalry.

The man in front of him said coldly: "Boss Chen said, just leave three alive and kill all the others."

Da Lu, who was leading the army, looked at the Liang cavalry approaching at high speed, and remembered the instructions of his leader Xie Jiaomi before setting off. He immediately made up his mind and did not care about the infantry who were trapped in the positional battle. He led the 300 cavalrymen to turn their horses and head towards them.

North fled quickly.

In comparison, his own losses were greater, but Xu Mo felt that the outcome of victory was constantly tilting towards Daliang.

Fang Xun suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Xu Mo's wrist, and said with difficulty: "I...I can't die yet, I want to see...Pei Hou..."

Is it because the cruelty and ferocity of the barbarians has spread throughout northern Xinjiang, and everyone knows that once the city is broken, it will inevitably face the end of massacre?

"Master Fu Zun! Master Fu Zun!"

"Team together, do you want to save some lives?" asked a Tibetan Front Guard soldier.

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Standing on the city wall, Xu Mo used up all his strength to rush to the west without thinking, and at the same time shouted: "Open the west gate! Open the west gate!"

People kept dying, both Liang people and barbarians.

"That's not necessarily true! Look!"

The cheers, mixed with heartbreaking cries, gradually overpowered the excited shouts and spread far away along the night wind.

Or did the defenders' desperate efforts during these two hours infect the residents of the city, causing them to take such desperate actions?

Xu Mo couldn't understand, and he didn't want to think about it. He only knew that there was an extremely complicated emotion brewing in his chest that could not be explained clearly in words, like a blazing fire.

"Swear to kill!"

The heavy city gate was opened by the excited and nervous defenders, and 1,500 horsemen rushed into the city, arriving at the North City in an instant.

"Swear to kill!"

You must know that there is no garrison in the city at all, which means that a group of ordinary people blocked the attack of these barbarians, which shows how many lives they had to pay to do this.

Including Da Lu, who was leading the army, all three hundred cavalry were killed.

I don't know who could hold it back any longer, and shouted like a howl: "Reinforcements are coming!"

These sons of bitches!

Xu Mo straightened up and looked up at the night. The bright moon was at the edge of the dark clouds.

Many men appeared in Xu Mo's sight, most of them wearing simple clothes and holding various kinds of things in their hands. They joined the battle with trembling roars, and there were people behind them who rushed up the city wall in a steady stream.

On the city wall, the war has come to an end, with only dozens of barbarians still resisting.

Even the barbarians couldn't help but temporarily stop their offensive and turned to look around.

The neat sound of horse hooves is like a majestic drumbeat that shocks the world!

Tears fell from Xu Mo's eyes, leaving two marks on his blood-stained face.

In front of the Tibetan Guards, who were brave and proficient in battlefield coordination, the burly bodies of those barbarians suddenly became clumsy. They seemed to be as ferocious as before, but the battle situation soon became one-sided.

Suddenly, applause filled with grief and indignation rang out from all around.

I saw him waving the sword with both hands, and a barbarian cavalry was unable to dodge. His huge head rose into the sky, spraying a cloud of blood in the night.

"Okay! The Marquis will be here soon. You let the doctor diagnose and treat him first!" Xu Mo said firmly immediately.

The Tibetan front guard did not need much command. During the pursuit, it was divided into three again. Chen Xianda personally came with 500 men to bite the barbarian cavalry. The other two groups of 500 cavalry speeded up again and overtook from both wings during the attack.

Then the encirclement was successfully completed.

The two young men smiled casually at him, then turned and rushed towards the nearest barbarian.

In the cold moonlight, Chen Xianda led the way, holding a Kuanren simple sword in his hand, with a war flag behind him, and behind him was a hundred-war cavalry capable of overcoming any obstacle in the world.

"Fu Zun!" Xu Mo knelt down and shouted nervously.

Although the barbarians are ferocious and cruel, their reaction and flexibility are far inferior to the well-trained troops of Daliang. What's more, they are facing the Zangfeng Guards who dominate the world. What's more, the three thousand people brought by Chen Xianda are Zangfeng Guards.

A sharp knife. Once under the personal leadership of Pei Yue, they were able to defeat the arrogant Southern Zhou camp.

Xu Mo looked at the scene of corpses everywhere in front of him and listened to the thunderous cheers from above and below the city. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad. For this sudden and extremely cruel battle, he had given everything he had and suffered.

Many serious injuries, but compared to those companions and countless strangers who are sleeping here, what are the sacrifices made by me?

"The Zangfeng Guards were ordered to rescue Xing'an Prefecture and vowed to kill all enemies who invaded the territory!"

etc……

They dismounted in unison and quickly climbed up the city wall in groups of ten. On one side, they covered the retreat of the defenders and civilians who were about to collapse. On the other side, they took over the battlefield and launched an encirclement and suppression of the remaining six to seven hundred barbarians.

The city above and below seemed to be stuck in time at the same time. Not only Xu Mo was watching, but also the living guards of the Marquis Mansion were watching, the soldiers were brave, the guards were guarding the courtyard, and the common people were watching.

Although he did not enter Xing'an Fucheng to check, with Chen Xianda's extremely rich battle experience, he could roughly guess the brutality of this battle just by looking at the situation on the city wall and the corpses falling outside the north city.

Xu Mo took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. His hands were shaking involuntarily, but he had no intention of paying attention to his injuries. He watched the ordinary men in the city rush up and stand beside the soldiers and guards, and six or seven people surrounded him.

A barbarian.

Chen Xianda had a strong anger on his face and immediately issued an order.

Three thousand cavalry responded simultaneously.

There seemed to be some sound coming from far away.

I saw three thousand cavalry split into two during the attack. Chen Xianda led 1,500 cavalry to chase the barbarian cavalry, while the other half quickly approached Xing'an Fucheng.

He didn't understand why such a scene occurred.

"What the hell, do you want to run away?"

Xu Mo stood up and stepped aside. He saw the doctor staggering towards him, saw the barbarians who had resisted and finally fell down, and saw countless people venting their hatred on the corpses of the barbarians, but the soldiers who were hiding in front of them did not stop them.

This was originally a peaceful and peaceful place, but now it has become a purgatory-like scene.

Blood flowed everywhere, and mourning flooded the land.

Why is this so?

This shouldn't be the case.
Chapter completed!