Chapter 21: Great Victory in Longcheng, Annihilating Tens of Thousands of Enemies

After a while.

In the world, there was only the wrath of thunder trampled by the galloping horses and the mighty and soul-demanding Sanskrit sound of the soldiers howling wildly.

On the walls of Longcheng, the soldiers of the two armies who were originally fighting in close combat were also attracted by the sudden sound of horses' hooves and roars, which came from far away and got closer and closer.

They subconsciously stopped waving their swords, spears, swords and halberds and looked up at the outside of the city.

I saw a tall golden figure, a man and a horse, galloping towards the setting sun, with thousands of golden lights bursting out from the gaps between the broken buildings of Longcheng walls.

Following closely behind were tens of thousands of light cavalrymen in black armor, all waving their long spears and short swords and charging on horseback.

The sunlight shone on the sharp blades of the weapons in their hands, forming a new reflection. The shining cold light was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, spreading its gorgeous wings in the sunset.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, the brave general Pang Xianchu, who stood proudly on the gate tower with a sword in one hand, looked up to the sky and shouted with tears in his eyes:

"God will not destroy my Jinwang Mansion, God will not destroy my Polu Army, God will not destroy me Pang Xianchu!"

"All the Polu Army generals, listen to my orders--"

Pang Xianchu pointed the tip of the Longquan sword in his hand, and shouted from the gate tower:

"Open the city gate, welcome the King of Jin, destroy the enemy army, kill the enemy generals, accumulate military merits, and receive rewards!"

"Open the city gate, welcome the King of Jin, destroy the enemy army, kill the enemy generals, accumulate military merits, and receive rewards!"

The narrow and long city wall of Longcheng, which stretched for several miles, was still fighting bloody battles with the enemy army. The soldiers of the Polu Army who defended the city roared in unison. There were only a few hundred people, but they roared with the momentum of thousands of troops.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Po Lu Army, who had been fighting with the enemy for several hours and should have been exhausted, seemed to be given infinite power out of thin air by a certain immortal.

Swinging their swords and slashing fiercely, they killed the surrounding Yun Hui Army with overwhelming force, and blood flowed like a river.

It was not until this time that Zhou Wuyang, the deputy commander of the Yun Hui Army, suddenly woke up.

He could no longer care about the slogan "Capture the Princess of Jin alive and divide the women of the palace equally" that he had just arrogantly shouted. He hurriedly ordered the entire army to rush down the city wall and defend the city gate to the death, and never let the reinforcements of the Po Lu Army cavalry climb the city wall.

"All the generals, listen to my orders. Don't lose your composure. The enemy cavalry is not good at attacking the city. All the generals, hurry up and destroy the climbing equipment to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of the situation to climb the city!"

"The left and right Yuhou soldiers, listen to my orders. Follow me to fight down the city and defend the city gate. Don't let the enemy's reinforcements enter the city!"

"There is still a glimmer of hope if we defend the city gate. Once the enemy reinforcements enter the city, all the generals will be slaughtered!"

"Brothers, it's time to fight to the death. Kill!"

"Kill!"

Under Zhou Wuyang's command, the Yunhui Army soldiers who had lost their minds for a short time came back to their senses.

Then, they began to frantically destroy the climbing equipment such as the cloud ladders and siege towers that had been put on the top of the city with great difficulty, trying to fight a trapped beast.

Zhou Wuyang personally led 800 heavy armored soldiers, rushing along the wide horse road in the inner city, and rushed straight to the Yongding Gate of Longcheng with murderous intent.

"Open the city gate, welcome the King of Jin, defeat the enemy army, kill the enemy generals, accumulate military merits, and receive rewards!"

At this time, the soldiers of the Po Lu Army who were defending the Yongding Gate of Longcheng were also shouting the order of the Lieutenant General Pang Xianchu in unison.

They rushed to the city gate one after another, trying their best to move the heavy objects placed at the city gate to resist the enemy's battering ram hitting the city gate, and raced against time to open the city gate to welcome the King of Jin and the reinforcements into the city.

However, in order to defend the city gate from being broken by the enemy, the soldiers of the Po Lu Army guarding the city gate prepared a large number of heavy objects such as boulders and wood to resist the gate, which were not easy to move.

In addition, when the battle on the city wall was the most intense, Pang Xianchu, who had no soldiers to deploy, drew a team of soldiers from the two teams guarding the city gate to climb the city wall to help fight.

It was even more difficult for the remaining team to move the boulders and wood in a short time to open the city gate to welcome the King of Jin and the reinforcements.

"Brothers, try harder, the enemy troops are coming!"

The voice of the centurion of the Po Lu army guarding the city gate was full of tears.

At the moment, half of the heavy objects at the city gate had not been moved away, and the large group of troops led by the enemy commander was less than a thousand steps away from the city gate. They could be in front of him in the blink of an eye. How could he not be anxious!

However, no matter how anxious this centurion was, he could not change the cruel reality. Instead, it aggravated the panic in the hearts of the Po Lu soldiers guarding the city gate.

Several soldiers who were moving huge trees slipped because of their restlessness, and then they were crushed to the ground by the huge trees weighing hundreds of pounds, spitting blood on the spot.

Seeing this, Zhou Wuyang, the deputy general of the Yunhui army who was leading 800 personal soldiers to come quickly, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Yongding Gate could not be opened for the time being, and the dog thief Chen Huaian could not enter the city.

This battle still needs to be fought!

Just when Zhou Wuyang thought that Yongding Gate was within his grasp, a group of people suddenly rushed out of an alley in front of him, led by a skinny boy of 13 or 14 years old, wearing fancy clothes and with a pointed face and monkey cheeks.

The boy pointed his finger at Zhou Wuyang and shouted in a commanding manner: "Who are you? Tell me your name!"

Puff!

Seeing this, Zhou Wuyang almost laughed out loud in anger, thinking that this stupid son of a landlord who had no brains came from nowhere, must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!

If it were any other time, Zhou Wuyang might have the time to tease this stupid boy.

But at this moment, he didn't have the time to waste time on this idiot.

With just a look, two soldiers wearing heavy armor immediately appeared, holding a ring-shou knife and killing the group of unarmed people in front.

"Oh, you dare to ignore this prince, you are such a bold maniac. I'm looking for a beating!"

The skinny young man who called himself the prince glared angrily, and then shouted sternly:

"Come here, bring up my prince's drum, urn, and golden hammer!"

Soon, eight servants in groups of four came to the skinny boy carrying a pair of golden hammers.

Almost at the same time, two heavily armored soldiers rushed in front of the young man with their swords, and without saying a word, they slashed with the swords.

Hey!

"Young people don't have martial ethics, so they can attack by surprise, right?"

The skinny boy faced the two heavily armored soldiers who raised their swords high and slashed hard. He easily dodged and moved to miss the edge.

Then, he grabbed a golden hammer with one hand and used a backhand with a dull hammer move against the two heavily armored enemy soldiers who rushed towards him again with their swords.

boom!

boom!

After hearing two loud and clear sounds, the two heavily armored enemy soldiers were instantly hit by the skinny boy and flew several feet away, before falling heavily in front of Lieutenant General Zhou Wuyang.

Both of them were bleeding from their orifices, and they burped on the spot without even making a sound.

Zhou Wuyang didn't even see clearly how the skinny young man on the opposite side made his move. The two veterans under his command were just hammered down by the young man and died.

At this time, I saw the young man across from me easily carrying a pair of golden hammers that required the combined efforts of four adults on his shoulders in such a domineering manner.

There was an arrogant and domineering expression on his childish face, and he asked again: "Hey, who are you talking about? Tell me your name!"

"My prince's drum, urn, and golden hammer will never kill unknown rats!"

puff--

Zhou Wuyang almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but he no longer dared to look down upon the skinny young man in front of him who was born with supernatural powers.

He also recognized the pair of golden hammers he was wielding. They were clearly the drum-beating-urn golden hammer, the first of the four powerful eight hammers.

Zhou Wuyang said: "My child, this general is Zhou Wuyang, the deputy general of Yunhui Army and the hussar general of the Great New Dynasty. Who are you?"

"Zhou Wuyang? Never heard of it!"

The young man sneered and said, "My father is the King of Jin, and my brother is also the King of Jin. Who do you think I am?"

"Chen, Chen Longxiang?"

Zhou Wuyang blurted out: "Are you Chen Longxiang, the second son of the Jin Dynasty who had a vision from the sky when he was born and who was born with supernatural powers since childhood?"

"Weren't you sent to Longhu Mountain to practice by Chen Polu?"

Ha ha!

Chen Longxiang laughed loudly and said, "You know quite a lot!"

Then, the conversation changed and he said sternly: "But do you know that bad people die from talking too much? Look at the hammer——"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Longxiang thundered on the ground, wielding a pair of drums, urns, and golden hammers and charged into the 800-armored enemy army.

In an instant, corpses were flying near the Yongding Gate of Longcheng, and screams continued.

With the help of Chen Longxiang wielding drums, urns and golden hammers to stop Zhou Wuyang's eight hundred soldiers from seizing the gate, a group of soldiers of the Polu Army who stayed at the Yongding Gate of Dragon City finally moved away the huge rocks, huge trees and other heavy objects piled at the gate.

Then, the team of Polu troops guarding the gates worked together and finally opened the two thick solid wood gates from the inside.

When the city gate opened, King Chen Huaian of the Jin Dynasty, who was wearing a golden battle armor and holding a Fangtian painted halberd and riding a yellow gelding, happened to ride his horse onto the suspension bridge spanning both sides of the moat, and then rode Juechen into the city gate. , single-handedly kill the enemy.

Following closely behind were the 18 Dragon City Cavalry and 20,000 Black Armor Light Cavalry with shining silver armor.

Thousands of horses galloped across the city gate, like a tornado passing through, sweeping up the yellow sand in the sky, blocking the sky and making it difficult to open one's eyes.

The first time Chen Huaian rode into the city, he saw his younger brother Chen Longxiang wielding a pair of drums, urns, and golden hammers and hammering at the enemy array wearing heavy armor. He defeated a heavily armored enemy with one hammer.

Chen Huaian looked angry and scolded: "Long Xiang, who asked you to commit this crime?"

Chen Longxiang looked at his eldest brother with an aggrieved look and whispered: "Brother, they were the ones who chopped me with a knife first!"

Chen Huaian sighed, then looked at his younger brother Chen Longxiang, who already looked a little like an adult, with a doting look on his face, and said in a gentle tone:

"Forget it, let's go to Qixia Temple in Fengming Mountain to find the old monk in black, and let him do something to save the souls of the undead who died under your drum, urn, and golden hammer!"

"You also remember that, if you don't do it next time, remember not to commit any random crimes!"

Chen Longxiang grinned, showing his neat white teeth, and replied crisply: "Brother, I understand!"

Afterwards, Chen Huaian no longer cared about his younger brother Chen Longxiang, but rode his horse up the horse track on the Dragon City wall and went straight to the front line of the battlefield where the fierce fighting was still going on.

When the reinforcements led by Chen Huaian climbed onto the city wall, the morale of the Yunhui army who tried to fight against the trapped beasts instantly collapsed, and countless soldiers fled in all directions.

Fan Wuji, the former deputy general of the army, immediately waved his sword and raised his arms and shouted: "The king who follows the Jin Dynasty will prosper, and the king who goes against the Jin Dynasty will perish!"

"The king who follows the Jin Dynasty will prosper, and the king who goes against the Jin Dynasty will perish!"

The other Dragon City cavalry soldiers who climbed onto the city wall roared in unison.

For a moment, countless soldiers of the Yunhui Army threw away their weapons and knelt together on the narrow city wall where corpses were strewn everywhere, shouting that King Jin lived a thousand years longer.

Chen Huaian was in high spirits and rode his horse on the walls of Dragon City, stepping on the corpses of enemy soldiers.

Arriving at Xiguan, a big man whose armor was broken and whose face could no longer be seen suddenly stood up among the dead.

A pair of big bloody hands firmly raised the battle flag of the Eighth Regiment of the Polu Army that had been cut off by the bandits.

Behind him, the tattered flag of the Po Lu Army had long been stained with blood, but the four-clawed golden dragon on the scarlet flag looked more and more lifelike.

Under the setting sun, the four-clawed golden dragon flew in the wind, and a pair of sharp dragon eyes seemed to blink in the sunset.

Suddenly, a weak and hoarse but firm voice broke through the city, shaking the earth:

"The Eighth Regiment, the flag bearer Xiao Po is here!"

"The flag is there, the city is there!"