Just as Zhou Bing turned his head to watch the city, the stone bullets, crossbows, and bows and arrows wrapped this section of the city wall in the thunder and rain.

Because of the close distance, the slightly arc-shaped stones, soil bags, and those simple but sharp crossbows, arrows exerted terrifying power in the sharpest stage of their rise, and screams burst into tears on the top of the city.

Pan Long took action with hatred, so he naturally would not show mercy. After shaking the flag, he had urgently organized three platoons of spearmen to throw the spears in his hand towards the north city wall at a speed of one second. The three spears interlaced forward and backward, crossed with the east-west arrow stone formation, completely covering the entire city wall. The spears that flew out with all their might ruthlessly pierced the Zhou soldiers who had been lucky enough to avoid the rain of arrows in the forest, causing the second round of screams.

"Clean the battlefield." As soon as the arc rain stopped, Pan Long roared and jumped forward first. He pulled out the long sword on Zhou Bing's body in front of him, chopped Zhou Bing who was still struggling with the pheasant. He raised his left hand and a crossbow arrow jumped out of his sleeve, hitting Zhou Bing's throat in the throat.

The Tujia master who had long been red-eyed rushed out quickly and followed Pan Long to clear the field. The Shouzhou Army, who followed closely, cooperated with three or two to throw the complete and incomplete body of Zhou Bing on this section of the city wall outside the city. At the same time, rolled the stone bullets on the city wall below the outer wall pheasant certificate, and quickly cleared the city wall.

Nearly a thousand Zhou troops occupied the entire city wall just now, and were completely destroyed in a blink of an eye. This scene seemed to shock the Zhou army under the city, and the entire army was silent.

Zhao Kuangyin, who was standing behind the crowd watching the battle, couldn't help but tremble. At this moment, the harsh words Lin Feng had put in front of Guo Wei suddenly exploded in his heart: "It is easy to come to Shouzhou, but it is difficult to go. Please don't miss Qingqing's life and the future of the Chinese nation." Is this small Shouzhou really a place where the Great Zhou army failed?

Zhao Kuangyin took two steps towards the direction of the Shengjia Camp, and then stopped forcibly. His teeth bit his lower lip hard, and a trace of blood was exposed from the tightly closed teeth.

Li Gu, sitting on the handsome chair, had a pale face and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Beat the drum."

The dull drum sounded again, and the Zhou army collectively woke up from their dreams, one, two, three... The entire army made low roars one after another, and the roars slowly connected together, like the sound of flood tides rolling towards the city of Shouzhou from a distance, or like the sound of muffled thunder coming from the underground.

Lin Feng, who had been on the city tower for several days, looked solemn, held the railing with difficulty, watched out for a while, lowered his head and shouted: "The whole army is on level one alert."

The thunderous roar suddenly stopped, and only the "bag" footsteps were left outside the city.

Lin Feng stood up and patted Lin Fengzhao, Pan Long and others beside him, whispering: "Let everyone wake up. This should be the last fierce attack from the enemy. As long as we lasted for this period of time, our Shouzhou City will be safe and sound from now on."

The two nodded together, struggling to move their stiff and sore bodies to command.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at Han Xizai, Shi Xubai, who were both pale and pale, and persuaded him: "Two brothers, you guys, go back and rest."

Han Xizai glanced coldly at the corner, sitting cross-legged, resting with his eyes closed, shook his head firmly, and sighed: "I have written many gorgeous lyrics before, but now I find that in front of the bloody battlefield, it is all sick-free, and a foolish dream."

Shi Xubai's eyes flashed brightly and he said softly: "In the past, I thought there would be real tranquility in the mountains, but now I realize that the real tranquility is actually on the battlefield."

Lin Feng nodded with a smile, without answering the conversation, turned around and leaned on the railing and carefully observed the enemy battle formation through a telescope. He saw that the Zhou army was no longer neat next city, and some Zhou soldiers hugged each other tightly, probably saying goodbye to each other; some knelt on the ground and bowed their heads slightly, probably praying, and more people were silently tidying up their military uniforms, shoes and weapons.

Lin Feng nodded secretly. The Zhou army in front of him was indeed a group of truly fearless heroes. This is the courage and determination that northern men should have on the battlefield.

If you are quiet, then let's move.

Lin Feng raised his eyes and looked northwest, swallowed two saliva, stroked his throat, and sang with difficulty: "The smoke of wolf rises, the country looks north..."

Han Xizai, Shi Xubai, and Abe Qingming jumped up at the same time, stood behind Lin Feng, and sang together: "The dragon rose up, the horse neighed, the sword energy was like frost, and the heart was like the vast water of the Yellow River..."

"Who can fight each other in the past twenty years..." Feng Jingyun, Wei San, Pan Long and others immediately led their brothers to respond.

The singing spread, and the soldiers on the city wall and the people under the city walls said at the same time: "Hate and desire to be crazy, the sword is the way, how many loyal souls of the hands and feet are buried in other places..."

The voices of the 30,000 soldiers and civilians in the West City gathered together, continuing to extend to other cities and within the city, forming a whole low and thick sound wave, showing the determination, courage and mightyness of the southern warriors to the silent northern men.

In this confrontation, both sides did not throw stones or fire crossbows.

After just two rounds of arrows, representing silence and noisy. Two lineups from the north and the south collided together, splashing blood step by step, and cutting arms at every turn was released. In just fifteen minutes, countless corpses fell down the wall below the city tower again, and even the ground of the city wall was almost impossible to see. Of course, not only the Zhou army fell, but also more and more Shouzhou soldiers.

Just under Lin Feng's eyelid, a special force soldier who had followed him from the beginning accidentally tripped by the body under his feet. The person was immediately knocked down by a Zhou Bing and bit his chest. The special force soldier hummed angrily and had just twisted Zhou Bing's neck. He was stabbed in by several knives on both sides of his body at the same time. The person suddenly lost his breath.

Lin Feng hissed with pain, his face twisted, and he clasped the railing with both hands, trying not to fall down.

"Master Lin, let's go." A childish voice came from the side. Lin Feng slowly turned his head and found that the speaker was Zhang Liang, the head of the Shouzhou Township Soldier, and the second son of Zhang Xiong, the deputy general of Nancheng. Previously, Lin Feng had only selected some of the township soldiers to mix among the elite troops, and regarded it as a slow training in actual combat. Most of the township soldiers were used for logistics under the city.

Lin Feng shook his head gently. When this bayonet was so popular, it would be like to let the village soldiers who had only been trained for a short time go to battle and die.

Zhang Liang suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, "Mr. Lin, Shouzhou is first of all the homes of Shouzhou people. We can kill enemies and defend our country. The other brothers have sacrificed too much for Shouzhou."

At this moment, Lin Feng saw two familiar brothers lying in a pool of blood one after another. At the same time, he also observed that the overall quality of the enemy troops in the upper city was also declining. Knowing that he had entered the real war of attrition, he couldn't help but nod his head gently.

Zhang Liang was overjoyed, kowtowed another head, turned around and ran down the city tower.

Of course, Lin Feng would not allow these rural soldiers to join the battlefield at will, so he turned around and ordered Ge Chang to arrange the veterans to lead the rural soldiers to join the battle.

Dozens of village soldiers rushed to the top of the city with shouts. Zhang Liang, who was in front, held a knife in his left and right hands, and rushed into the battle group quickly. As soon as the man lowered his body, he stabbed the two Zhou soldiers in front of him. While his body hit a Zhou soldier in front of him, he swung his head suddenly. The tip of the knife in his mouth cut through Zhou Bing's throat. The blood knife circle on his left and right hands turned and recovered, stabbed into Zhou Bing's ribs in front of him again. The other village soldiers also cooperated with each other and dispersed into small teams to join the battle group.

Seeing Zhang Liang and other village soldiers' brave performances, Lin Feng nodded secretly and tried his best to watch the progress of the battle situation everywhere in the city wall.

"Sir Lin, we also ask to go up to the city to kill the enemy." At this time, a crisp female voice rang in Lin Feng's ears.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that the speaker was Zhang Jiao, Luo Yufeng and Zhang Hongling's group of girls followed her.

Lin Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, pointed at the enemy soldiers all over the city and said sternly: "As long as there is a man standing in Shouzhou City, I will not allow women and children to go to the city."

"Mr. Lin, you are unfair. We are the first special forces warriors and the second is the woman. We are here to kill the enemy, not to be nurses." Zhang Jiao roared angrily, holding the knife handle on her waist with her left hand, and throwing a blood-stained cloth in her hand to the ground with her right hand.

"Mr. Lin, the three fellow villagers of Gui Guan I know have already sacrificed. If we are allowed to watch them fall, we will never be able to get rid of this nightmare and this shame in our lives." Zhang Hongling also roared in a low voice, his eyes red in an anxious manner.

Lin Feng shook his head firmly, turned his head and shouted, "Ge Chang, bring them..."

"Mr. Lin, please forgive Yufeng for being disobedient." Luo Yufeng, who had been silent, suddenly snatched the words. While the person was talking, he had already flipped down from the railing. Zhang Jiao and Zhang Hongling's sisters immediately jumped down and headed straight to the battlefield.

Lin Feng reached out his hand urgently, but did not catch them, and shouted repeatedly: "Ge Chang, send someone to protect them."

Seeing three special soldiers guarding the four female soldiers and forming a small team to attack forward fiercely, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and another voice sounded in his ears: "Brother Lin, we also request to go up to the city to kill the enemy."
Chapter completed!