Murong Chunhua jumped up and slashed at a Dayin soldier in front of him with a fierce knife.
boom!
Under the huge force, the soldier's shield was split in half, and the whole person staggered backward.
Murong Chunhua succeeded in his attack, and the scimitar in his hand attacked the surrounding Dayin soldiers like mercury pouring out of the ground.
Dewey was currently guarding the wooden door himself, and a centurion was leading the guard on the area on the wall.
Murong Chunhua's bravery made these soldiers retreat.
The Tatars behind Murong Chunhua also took the opportunity to climb up because he occupied the area on the wall.
Suddenly, there were more than ten people standing on the wall.
Murong Hu, who was leading his men to avoid arrows and cross the trench on foot, looked up and saw Murong Chunhua standing firmly on the wall, and was overjoyed.
He immediately called on the clansmen behind him to attack the wooden door fiercely, supporting Murong Chunhua on the wall.
Murong Hu and his son, relying on their bravery, engaged in close combat with Zhao Muyun's defenders.
The two sides fought fiercely across the wooden door, and there was also a fierce battle on the wall.
Although Murong Chunhua and ten others were surrounded by Dayin soldiers who outnumbered them by several times, they were not panicked at all.
He knew that by persisting in this way, he could buy time for his father below, and also buy time for King Loufan outside the valley.
The Murong tribe used their flesh and blood to attack the top of the wall and test the strength of the defenders. If King Loufan was not a fool, he would definitely send reinforcements at this moment.
"Boy, you have some skills!"
Tang Yanhai, holding his sword upside down, had arrived at Murong Chunhua's location with a dozen elite scouts.
Zhao Muyun asked him to be a firefighter. The fire started by Murong Chunhua must be put out immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.
Tang Yanhai was the first officer in Zhao Muyun's team to use a broadsword, not to mention that he was also the scout leader.
His understanding of the sharpness of the horizontal sword is better than others.
During many military reconnaissance missions, he encountered Tatar scouts and his sword helped him a lot in close combat.
All the Tatars who fought with him had their weapons and armor chopped off, and died under the sword before they could react.
With the help of his sword, Tang Yanhai killed countless Tartar scouts.
Now, seeing how brave this young Tartar general was, a competitive spirit surged in his heart.
"Everyone, get out of the way. You guys defend the wall, and we'll take care of them!"
Tang Yanhai shouted at the centurion under Du Wei.
"Master Tang, be careful!"
The centurion felt relieved when he saw Tang Yanhai coming to put out the fire.
Although the scout camp is small, with only forty people, each of them is a skilled warrior selected from thousands of miles away.
After a long period of fighting with the Tartar scouts, the scout battalion became an enviable and admirable existence in the eyes of other Dayin soldiers.
While the elites of the scout camp were fighting single-handedly with the Tatar scouts, many Dayin soldiers were still training to stand at attention and practice thrusting with spears.
The scar on Tang Yanhai's face twisted, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was already slashing towards Murong Chunhua.
Since getting this sharp knife, Tang Yanhai and others have been practicing swordsmanship hard.
His chop seemed ordinary, but he had four or five backup plans to ensure that if the first attack missed, he would have multiple remedial measures.
When Murong Chunhua saw that Tang Yanhai was wearing tattered silver armor and the soldiers around him avoided him as soon as he appeared, she guessed that this person must be the officer commander among the Dayin soldiers.
If we can kill this man on the battlefield, the enemy's morale will be greatly reduced, and we may be able to capture this place easily.
Facing Tang Yanhai's slashing attack, Murong Chunhua relied on his youth and strength and chose to fight directly with a knife.
clang!
There was a sound of metal clashing, and Murong Chunhua's sword broke.
Tang Yanhai continued to chop down without even striking Murong Chunhua, and struck his shoulder right beside Murong Chunhua's cheek.
Fortunately, Murong Chunhua's shoulder armor was thick and could withstand Tang Yanhai's sword attack.
When his shoulder armor was split in half, the knife had already penetrated three-quarters of the flesh, and blood splattered.
How come their knives are so sharp?
Murong Chunhua stood there for a while, sweating all over.
There must be a reason why they dared to engage in close combat with the Northern Di soldiers.
At the same time, the ten scouts who came with Tang Yanhai also took out their crossbows and fired at Murong Chunhua's ten men.
These ten repeating crossbows were obtained by the assassin who killed Xuetangzhai when Zhao Muyun was assassinated in Shuozhou City.
Ten were left for Lu Zhizi to study and imitate, and the remaining ten were handed over to the scout camp.
Anyway, just give them the best weapons and equipment first.
A close-range crossbow that can hit the target without aiming.
After a burst of firing from ten crossbows, ten of Murong Chunhua's men fell down immediately, and the Yanzhou soldiers next to them came up with long spears to finish them off.
The screams of his men brought Murong Chunhua back to his senses suddenly. He was now facing someone who could take his life at any time.
Tang Yanhai slashed with his sword, leaving a streak of blood on Murong Chunhua's shoulder.
Then the blade turned, slashing left and right. Murong Chunhua only had a broken blade in his hand, and his shoulder was injured. He could only retreat in panic, and was in danger.
The annihilation of all ten of his men left him no desire to fight again.
Father Murong Hu fought hard at the wooden door but made no progress.
It turned out that Zhong Dahu's 1,500 archers stopped shooting arrows after inflicting heavy damage on Murong's tribe from a long distance.
The lookout tower issued an order, and Zhong Dahu dispatched 300 archers to rush to the wooden gate for support.
The Murong tribe and the Tatars, without their war horses, were like having their legs cut off, and ultimately could not move flexibly on horseback.
They crowded in front of the wooden door in the stone wall, rammed it, and shot at it with their bows.
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