Feng Lun of Kuancheng was determined to resist to the end.

When the Tang army left Jinwu army appeared at Jianchang, Feng Lun knew that everything was over. If he retreated, more Tang troops would join the ranks of besieging Deng Jingshan's main force. If he fought to the end, no matter what the result was, he would always be able to restrain the tens of thousands of Tang troops in front of him.

Feng Lun didn't want to escape anymore.

In Shijiawu, Yingzhou, he was once killed by Liu Chenglin's troops and fled in a panic. He abandoned his subordinates, abandoned the village heroes of Shijiawu Fort, and only brought his personal guards to escape from Shengtian. This was a great humiliation by him. This time, he was ready to fight to the end.

The opponent's Hou Fangyu is also an old opponent. In Shijiawu, the one who fights with him is Hou Fangyu, and the one who finally beat him to almost no power to fight back is also this Hou Fangyu. This time, even though he still loses in the end, if he can get the opponent here, it will be considered a game back.

Feng Lun was preparing with gritted teeth, and opposite him, Hou Fangyu was ready to go?

The battle of Shijiawu was unforgettable for him. It was the most tragic war that Hou Fangyu fought after joining the army. After the war, it was the battlefield where he personally led his troops to collect. Thousands of comrades died in this battle, especially the entire battalion of 1,000 people who were initially put into the battlefield. The survivors could count the slap of them.

The initiator was right in front of him, and naturally the enemy met and was extremely jealous.

Kuancheng was already covered with holes by a giant trencher, but the defenders inside were still unshakable. When the wall collapsed, they piled up everything that could be blocked on it, and even the bodies of the dead were built by them in the gap.

It was cold and the various things were covered with snow and watered. It didn't take long to freeze into something that was no softer than stones.

After a half-day battle, the Right Guard stopped attacking and instead built a high snow platform outside Kuancheng. The snow platform was about dozens of meters away from Kuancheng's wall. Feng Lun didn't care much. He estimated that the other party wanted to make a mountain with snow and slowly advance under the city wall. Even though it was snowy outside and the snow was thick, it was not enough to build such a snowy mountain. More importantly, they would never be able to do this in half a day.

It seems that Hou Fangyu is also exhausted.

An hour later, Feng Lun became a little nervous.

Hou Fangyu was not building a snow-capped mountain, but built a snow platform every ten meters away. The snow platform looked very strange, with both ends high, but it was deeply sunken in the middle.

"What does he want to do?" Feng Lun was a little stunned.

What does Hou Fangyu want to do?

He wanted to fly over.

"The Seventh Brigade, your unit is responsible for the main attack on the front." Hou Fangyu looked at a young but bearded general in front of him.

"Receive the order."

"The Eighth Brigade, your unit is responsible for the feint attack on the flanks. Once you find an opportunity, the feint attack will be the actual attack immediately."

"Receive the order!"

"The Ninth Brigade, as the reserve team, once the Seventh Brigade is not supported, your team will be replaced immediately."

"Receive the order."

"I will lead the suicide squad to fly over and assault from the air. If I die, the commander of the 9th Brigade will be replaced." Hou Fangyu looked at the three generals in front of him and said sternly: "Every battlefield commander must designate the successor after he died in battle. The officer can die in battle, and the battle cannot stop until the enemy is destroyed."

"yes!"

"Now, prepare to attack."

Accompanied by Hou Fangyu's roar, the three brigade coaches roared and turned over and rushed towards their troops. More than a dozen giant catapults began to roar again, and countless powerful crossbows flew towards the city wall with sharp roars. More than 5,000 soldiers from the Eighth Brigade of the Seventh Brigade rushed to Kuancheng again from three directions.

Almost at the beginning of the attack, stone bullets also flew up above the city, and crossbow arrows began to shoot from a high point.

Hou Fangyu did not go to see the scene of the attack. Behind him, there were more than a thousand soldiers standing. In addition to their arms, each soldier also had a snowboard and a snow pole.

Hou Fangyu also changed into a snowboard, held the snow pole and shouted: "The people present are all members of Yixing, so I won't say much. If other comrades have 70% or 80% of their chances of survival in this battle, we are less than 50%. Are you afraid?"

"Tread the Kuancheng!" More than a thousand soldiers roared in unison.

"Very good!" Hou Fangyu didn't say anything more and climbed up from the back of the snow platform first.

Standing at the tail of the high u-shaped platform, Hou Fangyu took a deep breath, then pulled down the mask inside the helmet, covered his mouth and nose, bowed, and jumped downward. The steep and long slope made his speed faster and faster until the bottom and then rushed up along the other side of the u-shaped platform with the momentum.

With a lighter under his feet, Hou Fangyu soared into the air. He threw away the snowball fight in his hand and tried his best to make his body lean forward so that he could fly further forward.

The wind was blowing, and from time to time, feather arrows passed by him, sometimes even a huge stone bullet, in the air, he could not even dodge. At this moment, he gave his life completely to God. He tried hard to open his eyes and watched his brothers and feet below rushing forward with selflessness. Some fell on the road of impact, some fell to the ground, but got up again, stumbled forward. Some climbed on the ladder

The ladder was pushed away by the enemy, and some were half kneeling on the siege tower and shot hard with the crossbow arrows in their hands. The siege cloud tower was knocked down by stone bullets, and those people fell heavily to the ground along with countless woods. Some people jumped onto the city wall, but before they stood firm, they were pushed down by a thick shield. Some people climbed onto the city wall, killed the city top, and then fell into the siege of the enemy. After trying hard to kill several enemies, they fell down with blood.

In just a short moment, Hou Fangyu saw too many life and death, and also saw the various aspects of life between life and death.

In just a short moment, for him, who was in the air at this moment and the countless comrades behind him, it was as long as a lifetime.

Some people were shot in the air. Some were hit by stone bullets and fell, while others were not strong enough to take off, and they fell down.

It's approaching, it's approaching.

The height is getting lower and lower, Hou Fangyu is like a meteorite falling from the sky, falling down from the city wall, and like a majestic flying general who has descended into the mortal world.

Feng Lun on the city wall was shocked at this moment.

All the Lu Long troops on the city wall were stunned at this moment.

They had imagined how to deal with the enemy's attacks countless times, but they did not expect that the enemy flew from the sky.

People do not have wings and cannot fly, so they have no idea how to face this sudden situation.

Hou Fangyu roared wildly, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and he turned a tendon in the air. At this moment, he felt that his internal organs seemed to be pulled in the wrong position, but it was this tendon that greatly cushioned the force of his lower body. He pulled out the horizontal knife on his back, waved it hard, pushed away the gun rod in front of him, and then slammed heavily on a soldier of Lu Long.

The man fell down without even snorting, not sure if he was dead or knocked unconscious.

Hou Fangyu stood up and pulled his feet out of the snowboard. He waved the horizontal knife with one hand and waved a shield that had just been picked up from the ground with the other hand, and roared forward and rushed forward.

Thousands of death squadrons who flew over from the air successfully landed on the top of the city and there were about 700 people living. In an instant, the city was in chaos.

The 7th Brigade coach roared with his hands holding a shield and leaned out of the ladder, withstood the big knife of a Lu Long soldier above, then shook his body, and pushed the enemy away from the ground with his feet and dropped off the city wall. He stepped onto the city wall with one foot, rotated the shield in his hand, and smashed it out with a scream. Taking advantage of this little gap, he jumped to the top of the city.

Two spears came towards him. He turned sideways, clamped the two spears under his stubbornness, and lifted them hard. The two soldiers were pried off the ground by him and threw them out horizontally. At this moment, another spear stabbed towards him, and a sound of stabbing on the armor between his chest and abdomen. Mars flew everywhere, and the armor was sunk inward, followed by a severe pain.

He didn't know how deep the spear was, and he didn't have time to think about it. He hit it hard with two spears, and the soldier who stabbed him with one spear immediately bloomed.

He took a step forward.

At this time, two more comrades were around him, and two shields were firmly guarding him.

"Kill!" He roared wildly, poking his spear out of the gap in the shield, and then the three of them pushed forward with their shoulders against the shield.

"Kill!" Behind him, more and more soldiers of the Right Guard rushed to the top of the city.

"Occurrence, attack!" The brigade coach of the 8th Brigade turned a feint attack into a real attack.

"All members attack, no reserve team left!" The 9th Brigade commander rushed to the battlefield. Behind him, in addition to the 9th Brigade, there were all the catapults, all the logistics engineers, and even the chefs.

Feng Lun, on the city tower, watched in despair as the Tang army attacking the city transformed from a single individual into a small team, and then the team gathered into a brigade, and finally formed a black torrent, sweeping across the entire city wall. In just a short time, the city defense was completely broken through from three directions.

"General Deng, I'll do my best." He murmured in a low voice.
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