Chapter 991 992 [I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood]

The dusk was getting darker, and the city walls were dyed red with blood.

Xu Mo's appearance at this moment was already very messy, completely different from the calm and handsome image of the past, because the barbarian offensive was too fierce, and the defenders lacked complete city defense facilities to support them, so they could only use their lives to resist.

He has never been in the army and has been working in Pei Yue's spy team, so he cannot see what the current situation is. Whether the barbarians will retreat or whether the defenders can still hold on, he actually cannot analyze

The reason for this is that fortunately he has good talent in martial arts and was praised by Mr. Xi and Ye Qi in the past.

The most important thing is that Xu Mo, who is only 22 years old, still has the passion of a young man.

When the barbarians attacked the city, he asked ten of his companions to go to various places on the city wall to assist the defenders, and then he took the remaining ten people to form a small team and kept going back and forth, targeting those who were particularly strong and incompetent.

The barbarians are afraid of death. Only by dealing with these early soldiers can the garrison on the city not collapse.

Seeing those ordinary soldiers dying in front of his own eyes, Xu Mo remained expressionless, but guilt gradually rose in his heart.

He only knew that the Marquis had brought the soldiers of the Northern Camp to support Northern Xinjiang, but he had no idea whether the Zangfeng Guards could come to the rescue. The so-called three hours was just his own words in the hope of stabilizing the morale of the army.

But what if you don’t?

Do you want to watch the inexperienced defenders on the city wall collapse, watch those rough barbarians rush into the city, and then turn into a purgatory on earth with a stream of blood?

After suppressing these thoughts in his mind, Xu Mo continued to move forward in silence, taking his gradually decreasing number of companions to and from various parts of the city wall, trying to reduce the pressure on the defenders as much as possible.

Arriving at the city tower again, Xu Mo gasped for air after hacking a barbarian to death and turned to look to the other side.

The defenders' positions were constantly being compressed, and even the prefect Fang Xun was surrounded by danger.

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Severe pain was felt, but the expression on his face did not change.

"Master Fu, run quickly!"

The dagger penetrated two inches into the flesh.

Xu Mo maintained this awkward posture, gritted his teeth and kept pushing forward to avoid the opponent's right hand from slashing with the knife, while desperately sending the dagger forward.

"Let go!" He roared sternly again, while slashing at the two barbarians desperately, trying to break through their obstruction.

There are more and more barbarians, climbing up like a colony of ants.

The barbarian looked at Liang Renguan'er with red eyes and trembling body in disbelief. The moment he fell down, he suddenly stabbed him with his long knife.

Then there was another extremely slight sound. It seemed impossible to hear it in this noisy and crazy battlefield, but the barbarian felt that he could hear it clearly. It was the sound of a weapon being inserted into the body. Finally, a trace of fear appeared in his heart.

He had to loosen his left hand holding the dagger and push Xu Mo's body away.

Facing those barbarians who were almost a head taller than him, he could only watch as there were fewer and fewer guards around him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

He could feel that the dagger had come into contact with the barbarian's body and was piercing in little by little.

Two more barbarians came to kill, but there were only three guards left in front of them. One of them shouted hoarsely: "Protect the Mansion——"

Some defenders in the distance saw this scene and wanted to rush to rescue them, but they were unable to break through the barbarians in front of them. Many of them looked desperate.

A flash of confusion flashed in the barbarian's eyes. In fact, he could avoid Li Zheng completely, but looking at the weak appearance of the other party, he naturally didn't care. He didn't expect that such a person who could not survive a day in the wasteland would have such courage.

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The barbarian opened his mouth and roared, turned around and rushed towards him, raising his left elbow and hitting Xu Mo's chest like a hammer.

A steel knife struck from an angle with a faint sound of wind and thunder. The barbarian was forced to twist his body and get out of the way. When he looked up, he saw a young Liang man coming to kill him.

There is only half a foot of land.

There was only a muffled sound as he and the guard were pressed together, the tip of the knife pierced his heart, and blood continued to pour out of his mouth.

For more than half an hour, Fang Xun saw countless blood spraying in front of his eyes. From the initial fright, he gradually became numb, but his hands holding the sword had no strength at all. He had never practiced martial arts, but he had practiced riding when he was young.

Shoot, but after twenty years of ups and downs in officialdom, everything has been lost long ago.

A companion's anxious roar came from the distance: "Xu Mo, let go!"

At this moment, the dagger finally inserted into the barbarian's ribs, and at the same time he kicked Xu Mo away.

Xu Mo seemed unaware.

Fang Xun watched helplessly as the tip of the knife pierced into his lower abdomen, but he seemed to feel no pain. He picked up Xu Mo's long knife in a panic, then raised it awkwardly with both hands, took a step forward and inserted it straight into the barbarian's heart.

Suddenly there was a flash in front of my eyes.

The barbarian strode forward, pulled out a long sword with his right hand, and waved his left hand, putting aside all the bodyguards and Li Zheng's body.

Then die.

However, before he could endure the pain and finally finish off this fierce Liang Ren who was not afraid of death, an almost crazy cry sounded from beside him.

Pulling out the bloody long knife, Fang Xun endured the severe pain and walked over with a ferocious look on his face, helping the injured Xu Mo up.

He raised his right hand and pinched the dead guard's neck. Without pulling out the long knife, he directly carried his body forward and rushed towards Fang Xun, as if he wanted to kill both of them with one knife.

The barbarians were extremely experienced in fighting. Although they could not see the movements in front of them, they could sense the approaching danger. They stretched out their free left hands and instantly grasped the edge of the dagger with their generous palms.

It blocked him for a few moments.

The barbarian took three steps back, then took a big step back with his right foot, resisting Xu Mo's forward pressure, and immediately bounced forward, slamming his knee into Xu Mo's lower abdomen.

Xu Mo's face turned pale, and his chest and abdomen were cut open like a blunt knife.

At the same time, the other two guards blocked the second barbarian, and finally killed the barbarian after paying the price of one death and one injury.

Another aide, Huang Zongyu, turned around and fell down with panic on his face as the barbarians charged.

The sound stopped suddenly, when the barbarian who rushed first was obviously stronger than the other companions. When he ran, others could even feel the thick bricks under his feet shaking. When the guard slashed with his sword, the barbarian suddenly sidestepped and used his hand.

The long knife struck directly at the guard, piercing him in half.

At the critical moment, aide Li Zheng rushed forward regardless of his own safety, blocking the barbarians' path with his thin body.

Xu Mo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's just that he was also entangled by two barbarians. Although his life was not in danger for the time being, he was unable to rush to the rescue. His eyes were already red. Although it was a common decision of everyone to help defend the city, Fang Xun was nothing.

Something that was simply not worth Xu Mo's life in exchange for his.

All the people of Daliang around, whether they were guards, soldiers, or guards, looked at the two men with completely different identities but standing side by side under the city tower, and looked at the long swords and daggers dripping with blood in their hands, as if they were in a desperate situation.

The trapped beasts invariably burst out the most powerful syllables from their chests.

To the barbarian's slight surprise, this young and handsome-looking Liang man actually had quite strong strength, and seemed to be only slightly weaker than him.

He recognized this Liang man. When he was at the city gate, he could see this man killing many of his companions.

But there was also a long sword stuck crookedly into his back.

"puff!"

He screamed in a tearful tone: "Kill!"

The barbarian holding a long knife completely ignored the death of his companions. He could only see the trembling Fang Xun. Although he did not know the specific identity of this Liang official, the leader Lie Jiaomi had already ordered that as long as the man's head was taken off,

Level, the defenders in the city will inevitably collapse immediately.

The third knee hit.

At this moment, both sides were fighting with almost all their might.

At the critical moment, Xu Mo suddenly squatted down, and then pushed towards the barbarian in an extremely weird posture. He pinned the barbarian's knife-holding right arm with his not-so-broad shoulders. At the same time, he dropped the steel knife and swiped it from his waist with his backhand, holding the dagger calmly and confidently.

Resolutely stabbed the barbarian in the ribs.

Fang Xun finally raised his sword and let out a trembling roar.

The barbarian finally changed his expression.

The second knee hit, the barbarian's knee as hard as stone hit him mercilessly.

"kill!"

Xu Mo spit out another mouthful of blood.

The dagger penetrated half an inch into the flesh.

Xing'an Fucheng is more than 40 miles southwest.

The elite cavalry, one man and two horses, swept in like a torrent.

In the thick darkness, Chen Xianda, the deputy commander of the Tibetan Front Guard and the vanguard general, carried a wide-edged sword in his hand, with a bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hurry, faster!"
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