Hard to be a good wife

"Who?" A soldier had his head chopped off before he could see the enemy's face clearly.

Zhao Sanlang in black armor stepped over the headless corpse and walked towards the next target.

"what……"

There were screams one after another, and a small group of North Vietnamese soldiers issued a signal to retreat towards the tower while resisting.

"Enemy attack..."

"How could there be enemies in the city? How did they come in?" The North Vietnamese bonus cut off the flying arrows that were shooting at him, and ran down the tower, "Keep the city gates and don't let them go too far!"

The corner of Zhao Sanlang's mouth twitched into a sneer, he took down the bow and crossbow hanging from his waist, put on an arrow, and aimed at the general and pressed the hidden buckle.

"Whoosh..." The small crossbow flew through the air, pointing directly at the opponent's face.

The general's pupils shrank, his body twisted and he rolled down the stairs, just in time to avoid the crossbow.

"Oh, I missed it!" Zhao Sanlang made a grimace under his mask, and when he sensed the wind behind him, he turned sideways to avoid it, and raised the bow in his hand, just in time to catch the enemy's knife.

"Should die!" It was a low-ranking young general with a sultry face, a tall figure, and a Guan Gong sword in his hand. He was very strong and quite strong.

"Break it!" The opponent's arm pressed down hard, trying to cut off the bow and arrow in Zhao Sanlang's hand. In his opinion, how could this small weapon be resisted by his big sword?

Zhao Sanlang raised his eyebrows, glanced at him sharply, flipped his other wrist, and a small dagger appeared in his palm, he hooked two fingers on one end of the dagger, swung his arm, and the sharp dagger was easily separated It broke the opponent's armor, leaving a bloodstain on his chest.

Stimulated by the pain, the opponent withdrew his strength, took three steps back, and stared at Zhao Sanlang with all his energy.

Zhao Sanlang hung the bow and arrow back to his waist, held his saber again, and hooked his fingers at the opponent, "Come on, let me see what you are capable of!"

"Ah... looking for death!" The other party licked his lower lip, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and rushed towards Zhao Sanlang.

When the two sides clashed, sparks flew everywhere, Zhao Sanlang did not use all his strength, but provocatively left wounds on the opponent's body.

"Stop playing, time is running out!" Another black armor guard ended the young general's life from behind and pushed Zhao Sanlang.

"Master, you are so boring!" Zhao Sanlang said so, but he still put away his playful thoughts and asked Pingshun: "How is it, can you handle it?"

"Naturally, sneak attack is our strong point." Although they were trained as heavy armored soldiers, Zhao Sanlang and Shun Shun received the most rigorous training. It can be said that everyone is comfortable fighting alone. will lose to the enemy.

"That's right, it's time to signal His Highness?"

A bunch of fireworks suddenly rose into the air, bursting out with dazzling light. Both sides fighting inside and outside the city saw this dazzling fireworks.

"Not good!" the North Vietnamese general supported his broken arm and shouted loudly: "Hold on! Distribute 1 troops to deal with the enemies behind, don't let them open the city gate!"

Prince Zhao raised his right hand, "Our reinforcements have arrived, we must attack harder and break through the city gate before dawn!"

"Reinforcements?" Some people don't understand, so all their troops are here except the ones taken away by General Wang and General Hu. How can there be reinforcements?

I haven't heard that the imperial court sent troops to support, but no matter what, the word "reinforcement" is always pleasing to the eye.

"Haha... North Vietnamese bastards, get out of here!"

"The Southern Jin Dynasty must win!"

"Come on!"

For a while, the morale of the Southern Jin side was high, and loud slogans were shouted. One after another, soldiers climbed up the ladder, climbed to the top of the tower, and fought to the death with the enemy.

"General, I can't keep it, what should I do?"

"Bastard! What do you mean you can't hold it anymore! We have [-] elite soldiers here, and we have such a strong city wall. The enemy's army is only tens of thousands. How can we use it to break through the city wall?"

"But look, there seem to be tens of thousands of enemy troops infiltrating this city, all of them are well-equipped and skilled in martial arts. We are no match at all!"

"It's them..." The North Vietnamese general woke up, the black armor and the hideous mask, wasn't it the same soldier who beat them to pieces in Qinyang City?

Before, they always thought that the rumors were too exaggerated, that General Dou was making excuses for his failure and exaggerating the facts, but now it seems that there is indeed such a frightening army in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

They are wearing heavy armor, ordinary weapons can't break through at all, and they hold sharp weapons, which are so sharp that they can cut iron like mud. If only this is the case, they still have a way to win, but they can still move freely under such a heavy burden , agile, I really don't know how to do it!

"Don't think about it too much. Once the city gate is broken, we will really face a situation of front and rear attack. Now, we can only stick to this city wall and wait for the reinforcements to return!"

Thinking about it this way, everyone felt more at ease. They still have tens of thousands of reinforcements. As long as the hatchbacks converge, they will definitely have the upper hand in terms of numbers. No matter what kind of surprise soldiers or heavy armor, they have to stand aside.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't mess yourself up. One step back is death. Don't you want to die in Chuzhou City and be crushed by the enemy?"

"Roar..." The morale of the North Vietnamese was stimulated. No one was afraid of death. Once they were timid and retreated, all that awaited them was death.

Zhao Sanlang cursed inwardly, "Damn it, it's tough enough." Having been able to stand against the Southern Jin Dynasty for many years, Beiyue is definitely not a soft-footed shrimp. On the contrary, their combat effectiveness surpassed them by a large margin back then.

The number of the two sides is equal, if you try your best to fight to the death, it is really hard to say who will win.

According to Prince Zhao's estimate, they had a greater chance of winning, but the price they paid was also very terrible, which deviated from his original intention.

Even so, they have no way out, and at this point in the road, they will die if they retreat. Now they only hope that Wang Dingjun and Hu Jinpeng can hold on for a while longer.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate and the casualties were heavy, commotion broke out in the city again. It seemed that the people of the whole city had poured into the streets. There were old and young, men and women. They didn't have sharp swords in their hands. It's just a living utensil such as a hoe and a hatchet.

"Drive these North Vietnamese dogs out!" The leader was an old man, with a cane in one hand and a shovel in the other, leading people towards the city gate without hesitation.

"Drive out this group of North Vietnamese dogs!"... The crowd was so angry that they spontaneously formed several groups, caught the enemy and launched a siege.

Their combat effectiveness may not be comparable to that of regular soldiers, but their strength lies in the fact that they have more people, and they quickly shared most of the attacks for the black armored guards.

Zhao Sanlang poked Ping Shun and asked, "Hey, how did these people get here?"

"I don't know." Pingshun raised a spear with his toes, kicked at the enemy ten meters away from him, and rescued a commoner.

"Awareness is really high!" Zhao Sanlang muttered, and quickly joined the battle. Even ordinary people fought like this. Why do they lag behind others?

"Go, I'll cover, you take a part to open the city gate!" Zhao Sanlang rushed to the city gate with a group of people.

Ping Shun followed closely, ran a few steps, and found that the armor on his body affected his speed, so he took off the armor and threw it to the side of the road, and rushed forward with a dagger in one hand.

The team behind him followed suit, also took off their armor, and rushed towards the city gate as fast as they could.

Chuzhou is a dislocated border city with high and thick walls. Naturally, the city gates will not be too easy to breach. The deafening impact outside lasted for a long time, but only left uneven marks on the city gates.

Ping Shun took out an iron hook from his pocket, and threw it hard against the tower, hooked it to the wall behind the foot and exerted force, the whole person rose into the air, and after a few jumps, he landed behind the city gate.

The guards here are the strictest, and Ping Shun passed all the way, leaving many wounds on his body, before finally touching the cold city gate.

He glanced at the wall behind, counted twenty squares from top to bottom, and counted forty squares from left to right, then grabbed the dagger with his right hand and thrust it into the stone brick, only to hear a "click" , the iron chain on the city gate began to stretch slowly, raising the iron bolts at the back of the city little by little.

"Hurry up... Hurry up..." Ping Shun muttered silently, watching the iron bolt completely escape from the city gate, and at this moment, the rushing cars outside the city also attacked the city gate in one fell swoop, and the city gate was knocked open There was a crack, and cheers came from outside the door.

"The door opened...Kill..." As soon as the city gate opened, the battle began to be one-sided. The North Vietnamese army surrendered and those who fled fled.

When Prince Zhao entered Chuzhou City and learned that there was no enemy to fight against, he ordered people to close the city gate again to prepare for the next wave of enemy attacks.

Only this time, whoever is the rabbit will be the hunter.