Chapter 308: The Thief Pretends to Be Dead

Shen Yue looked at those trembling mucangs with satisfaction, sheathed his long sword, pulled out his own silver dragon mucang from the mount beside him, climbed on the horse, pointed the silver mucang to the sky, and said, "Assault team, follow me to break the city!"

The elite suicide squads that had been trained long ago and were selected from the crowd of thousands of soldiers came out one after another. They were fully armed with various weapons, wearing armor, riding fine horses, and followed Shen Yue with great momentum.

A group of people rushed towards the city like sharp arrows. Seeing that there were still dozens of meters to go, Shen Yue took the lead and flew up. He stepped forward, grabbed the white dragon wooden warehouse and rushed towards the long wooden warehouse he had shot out. In an instant, he quickly leaped up the stairs of the long wooden warehouse. His movements were neat and graceful, like a fairy.

The thousands of riders behind them, after arriving at the city wall, stood up one after another, tapped their feet lightly, stepped on the horse's back, and quickly climbed up along the path opened up by their commander, each of them like a nimble monkey.

Shen Yue and his men arrived too suddenly and moved too quickly. The Hu dogs on the city wall had no time to react at all, and even if they did react, they would be helpless.

Because it was moving too fast and the people below were too agile, often by the time they raised the rolling stone, the person they were aiming at had already left their aiming position. Moreover, this thing was not like a ladder and could not be pushed open. The Hu dogs on the city wall could only watch as the enemy emerged from under the city wall like locusts, quickly and continuously, and killed them in an endless stream.

Ping pong, pong pong...

"kill!"

In the fight, Jueluo saw Shen Yue, who was covered in blood and had a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, "You wolf cub, you've arrived just in time!"

He was worrying about where to find him, but he didn't expect this wolf cub to come to him and die. Even if he was going to lose, if he could kill this guy and take him to die together, he felt that Luo Luo would not have lived in vain.

With bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his eyes, Jue Luoluo chopped down the people around him, split the arrows that broke through the air, and raised his knife to strike Shen Yue.

Clang!
Just when the sneak attack from behind was about to succeed, Shen Yue, who was fighting with several enemies, seemed to have eyes on his back. He raised the White Dragon Wooden Cang in his hand and killed the enemy in front of him. The wooden cang head with a bloody mark spun backwards rapidly, just blocking Jue Luoluo's blade, and the golden swords collided with each other, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Shen Yue kicked away the enemy who was rushing towards him again, turned around, and instantly engaged in a fight with Jueluo Luo. The fight was bloody and dark. This was a game between the commanders.

The people behind him who were climbing up the stairs of Changmucang did not linger in the fight. They knew what was going on, and their minds were filled with the scenes that the general had led them to practice countless times.

The people who came up automatically divided into three groups. One group with the strongest physical fitness fought against the enemy, and those with great strength and stable lower body helped the brothers below to build the binding ladders, while the group with nimble figures fought and advanced, quickly heading towards the city gate under the city wall.

After several rounds of fierce fighting, Dajing was well prepared and had a firm mind. With the cooperation of the two sides, the Hu dogs became more and more desperate. The ladders became denser and more and more people came up from below. The dusty gate that had been hit by the broken city was also attacked from behind by the agile group. They broke through the inner city and entered the inner city, broke through the inner city and entered the outer city. The three city gates were opened with a bang, and the army poured into the city gate like a torrent to the sound of the charge drums.

"Kill them all! Kill these inhumane sons of bitches!"

"Kill, to avenge the people who died in vain in the North and the general's relatives!"

"kill!"

Cheng Su also took the lead, holding high the long sword in his hand, riding his horse and following the soldiers into the city.

The battle was fierce, with screams and blood all around, but Cheng Su was not afraid at all, he was just worried about Shen Yue. Although he was a great general, he was still a young man, and he didn't know if the boy could bear it if he suddenly lost all his relatives.

While swinging his sword to kill the enemy, Cheng Su couldn't help but look up at the top of the city wall.

On the city wall, the battle between Shen Yue and Jueluo Luo has reached a fever pitch.

Juelu Luo is strong, he is one of the rare masters in the Hudi royal court, but Shen Yue is not weak either. What's more, Shen Yue's heart is filled with hatred at this moment. He is bent on revenge, not afraid of pain, and does not know tiredness. He is like a perpetual motion machine. There is only one word in his eyes: kill, kill, kill!

In the shadows of the corners nearby, Qijier, who was good at using his brain but not his physical strength, had quietly hidden away when Jueluluo raised his knife to kill his own people as a warning to others.

Although he was determined to stand out and gain status and position, he was also extremely afraid of death.

Hiding in the dark, he watched the people around him fall one by one, and more and more enemies climbed up from the city. Even his master Bogot was stabbed to death by a random wooden can. Now even the commander Jueluo was no match for the enemy leader. Qijier was frightened. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, squatted down and crawled, quietly moving. When he met fallen people and corpses on the way, he hurriedly smeared the dirty blood on his body and face.

Relying on his superb camouflage and survival skills, he successfully escaped from the main city tower. Victory was in sight, and in front of him were the stairs to the lower city. As long as he could sneak down and get to the houses in the city, with the Dajing clothes he had not had time to change out of, his fluent Dajing dialect and his understanding of Dajing customs and people, he would not worry about not being able to deceive these Dajing fools and not finding a way to survive.

However, if you do too many bad things, God will not tolerate it.

Zigiel's plan was good, but the swords on the battlefield were brutal.

He lay on the ground pretending to be a dead body, waiting for the right moment, ready to climb down the city wall while the two sides were fighting and no one noticed him. Just as he seized the opportunity to stand up, an arrow flew in from nowhere and pierced his arm the moment he turned around. He screamed in pain, his feet slipped, and he rolled down the stairs like a ball.

He rolled down to the middle platform of the stairs, but was blocked by the corpse above. He barely stopped his downward trend, and the arrow on his arm broke during the passive rolling. The arrowhead took the opportunity to penetrate three inches into the flesh, making him grimace in pain.

Zigier glanced at his bloody broken arm, endured the severe pain, and broke out in a cold sweat, then he wanted to get up and take the opportunity to continue going down, but damn, the city gate was broken at some point, and the enemies outside were advancing into the city like a torrent.

If I go down now, I will definitely face countless enemies.

Zigiel was not stupid, so he naturally did not dare to act rashly. He kept cursing in his heart, his mind racing, but bad luck came again.

Seeing someone fighting on the city wall, Zijier was shocked and quickly retreated to a corner of the stairs. He decisively grabbed a bloody corpse beside him and fell down, and the corpse covered himself.

Well, perfect!

Except for the newly dead body, the blood gushing out of the wounds and the mouth that contaminated his whole body, everything else was fine.

Qijier comforted himself and thought that once he had avoided this wave, he would dodge later.

But...things didn't go as planned.