When the crowds surged, Yang Zhi's face was slightly dark. In the past half month, he had contact and understanding of the Ming Cult army. In his vision, at least three battalions of troops rushed over, about 24,000 people.

And there were only more than 10,000 people on the East City Gate on his side.

The surging shouts of killing sounded completely in the evening. The archers on both sides shot back and forth, rolling wood and throwing stones to the city, and wooden ladders were protected and pushed towards the battlements. Fifty steps away, the Ming Cult's people bit the blades and began to climb up, and the people stood up. From time to time, the arrows fell down, and were quickly filled by the people behind.

In the waves of people rushing over, after avoiding the first rain of arrows, someone took out the flying tiger claws and swirled them in his hands. Just as the cloud ladder and the wooden rack were approaching, the tiger claws were thrown onto the city wall with a long hemp rope, and hooked the walls. Before he could get onto the cloud ladder and the wooden rack, the Ming Cult soldiers who pulled the rope and climbed up the wall step by step.

Some of them are the tyrants of the world, and they are familiar with this kind of thing.

"Ahhhhh"

The sect soldier wrapped in red scarves covered the arrows on his chest, and Hessidri screamed and fell down. The wooden frame was still being pushed wildly, leaving corpses in front of the wooden wheel. In the end, the wooden frame hit the wall, and then flocked to it. The people of the Ming Cult shouted, and the county soldiers surrounded the city wall. The first round of confrontation between the two sides was a wave of blood, and the sword lights and figures kept intertwining and colliding, killing into a group.

The city walls, ladders, and ropes that were several miles long hung up under the enemy's advance under the city. They were as crazy as an ant fight, and there was no place that was not a confrontation. The opponent's attack was like a tide, and the soldiers guarding the city were also like sea reefs, fighting for control of the city wall, and they were bound to fight for a long time.

Yang Zhi was running back and forth on the city wall with blood. He rushed in and out of the crowds of people rushing up from the Ming Cult. More and more corpses were accumulated under his feet. At this time, he kicked over a ladder that had just approached, and threw down the climber on it, spitting blood in his mouth, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Push them over and push them back."

With the sword in his hand, he chopped off a person who seemed to be the leader and killed with one knife. Yang Zhi yelled vigorously, but his voice was inconspicuous on the city wall at this moment. "Push them to the wall and use tinder oil!"

The hand-to-hand combat on the city wall was hard to part with. Yang Zhi kept running around to rescue the siege, looking for generals from the siege. If he killed the other party, the rest would be easier.

The next moment, he finally found the other party in his sight, which was more than a hundred steps away. Then, he raised his sword and rushed forward. Zhang Daoyuan, who made a wide blade and heavy knife, roared angrily, and slashed the person beside him with one knife. The armor shook, and the blade slashed diagonally. Then, with a loud bang, he smashed Yang Zhi's knife open. At the same time, he was kicked in the abdomen by the other party and kicked it out.

"Yang Zhi?"

"It's the Safari"

The two of them shouted suddenly and collided. Yang Zhi used a knife to cut each other's heavy sword, and his body shook slightly, but then he swung his left arm, and his fist hit the other's cheek. The helmet flew out at that time, and the man's left face turned red and swollen. He kicked Zhang Daoyuan's chest, and directly flew backwards into the crowd, pressing him down.

He rubbed his chest and got up, looked down and saw that the heart protection glass on his chest had sunken.

At this moment, he saw two more rushing over, grinned, pointed at the tip of the knife, and shouted: "Wu Shi, Lian Ming! Come and kill him together."

"who"

"'Green-faced Beast' Yang Zhi!"

During the attack, he shouted loudly, and a figure on the right was fighting. He stabbed a spear into a captain's dark-bearded face, turned around with blood, and smiled with the spearhead from the body of the Wu Chao captain on the ground, and ran over in a blink of an eye.

The same dark face, holding a big shield and holding a goose-like sword, was approaching. The visitor rushed over and surrounded Yang Zhi in the three directions left and right.

But for a moment, Yang Zhi held the knife with both hands and said, "Kill!" He twisted his feet and rushed forward frantically, following Zhang Daoyuan alone. The knife waved in the air and hit the opponent's heavy knife. He jumped up under his feet and stepped on the wall for a few steps. His body turned over and the knife cut open in an instant.

The man broke a crack from his shoulder to his back, and blood oozed out, and he almost fell to the ground. Yang Zhi drew his sword to make up for another blow, but his body was hit by someone. A large shield knocked him away and hit the wall of the city tower. His helmet was also thrown off. When his hair was messed up, he looked like his hair was disheveled.

"Old Zhang, hold on, I'll go over and kill him now." Lian Ming, who had long beard and black-faced, ran over and stabbed forward.

Wu Zhi, who was wielding a sword on the other side, also squeezed over. Yang Zhi ran away along the wall, and his spear pierced into the wall, then turned his head again. Yan Lingdao looked at his ear, and the sharp blade slashed on his shoulder armor and fell into it.

“Wow”

The severe pain and blood flowed out of the gap at the same time. Yang Zhi pressed the blade that was trapped in his shoulder with one hand, stared at Wu Zhi's eyes, and suddenly blew hard, roaring violently, like a tiger roaring. His arm holding the knife flipped and slashed towards the other party. The other party couldn't break free with one hand, and quickly shone the huge shield on his head.

The knife deflected and cut down.

Then, Wu Shi's arm with the knife hurts severely, but with a lightening light, the whole broken arm sprays blood, which is shocking. He widens his eyes, keeps retreating, loses his voice, and waves only half of his arm in pain, "My hand...my hand... hurts so much that I..."

From Yang Zhi being cut on his shoulder to the Ming Cult general's arm being cut off, it only took place in a short moment. Then, after taking off the broken hands and knife on his shoulders, Yang Zhi kicked the city wall with a heart-wrenching scream. The sound became smaller and smaller. After the bang landed, it stopped suddenly.

At the same time, Lian Ming, who had long beards and black faces, also came over at this time. The spear came over and nailed directly to Yang Zhi when he raised his foot and kicked the broken arm. The spear head was knocked by the knife in Yang Zhi's hand, deflected, rubbed the chestplate on the left, and cut a blood groove.

The moment he was injured, he stood unsteadily and staggered backwards, moving slowly. When the spear came over again, he pierced directly into his thigh and pierced through it.

Blood flowed out continuously.

Yang Zhi yelled in grief. While cutting off the handle of the spear with one knife, his hand also hurt. He was kicked on his wrist by the other party, and the ancestral treasure knife fell to the ground.

The next second, the man with long beard and black face waved the handle of the spear in his hand and smashed it towards Yang Zhi's head. In an instant, Yang Zhi raised his right arm to block it, grabbed it, grabbed one of the handles, and turned his body behind Lian Ming, which happened to be the handle of the spear across the other party's neck.

Yang Zhi endured the severe pain from the wound on his left shoulder, and held the two pieces of the spear handle at the same time, gritting his teeth and strangling the other party desperately. The Ming general who was honest and bright red, constantly hitting his elbows backwards. The sound of the thumping sound was weaker than the other.

At the end, I finally stopped struggling.

Yang Zhi held him and sat down against the city wall, breathing a sigh of relief. He looked at Zhang Daoyuan who was still for death, smiled ferociously, and shouted with all his strength: "Come on."

The other party was seriously injured and staggered when walking. He didn't dare to pass in an instant. He asked people to help them retreat to the city in a panic. The originally stalemate fight gradually came to an end. The three generals of the Ming Cult were killed and one injured, and fled in panic. The remaining soldiers who attacked the city naturally lost their morale.

They began to retreat one after another.

The city tower was quiet and the voices of the undead could be heard faintly.

...

After Yang Zhi, who had lost too much blood, was bandaged and lay weakly on the ground, unable to move. At this time, the night gradually fell, and after two hours of fighting, there were heavy casualties at the Dongcheng Gate.

However, outside the city, an army was standing in a row of flags and heading towards the south gate. Yang Zhi got up and lay down on the city with the last ray of light in the sky, and saw the Ming Cult's banner, one with the word "holy" and the other with the word "scene".

Then, night fell completely.

"'Holy Lord' Fang La is here, now... I can't hold on." Yang Zhi smiled bitterly and sat on the ground.

Afterwards, not long afterwards, he took out a note from his arms, which was handed over to him by the Admiral before leaving. If he could not hold on, he would act according to the above plan.

He looked at the handwriting on it and his eyes burst into light.
Chapter completed!