One side of the iron shield was raised, and this iron shield was specially made. Behind it, a wooden pole was firmly supported on the ground. The thick iron plate could effectively resist the shooting of the crossbow. The edges of the iron shields up to two meters were buckled. When the two sides were leaned together, they could be held together, effectively dispersing the impact of the crossbow. The hundreds of such iron shields stood up like an iron city wall. This iron shield was extremely iron-consuming, and only an army like the North Army, which was willing to work hard to strengthen the local protection of soldiers, would be willing to create such a thing that was not very useful.

Huo Zhenting slowly rode his horse to approach the iron shield. In the distance, Lin Ya's figure also appeared, and the two of them collided in the air.

"Ho Zhenting, come on, let's fight like a man!" Lin Ya shouted loudly. "Do you have the will of a fight with me?"

Huo Zhenting laughed and looked at Lin Ya with pity in his eyes, "Lin Ya, is this the so-called famous general of the Mongolian race as the Prince of the Yuan Dynasty? What a pity that you have been defeated by the Cangjiang River and lost your troops. Secondly, you were defeated by Lu Ning City. Two defeats, nearly 100,000 soldiers were lost in your hands. You were still shouting to fight me one-on-one. Do you think you have the qualifications?"

The radiance of the bulging sound in Lin Ya's eyes gradually became dim and his hands trembled slightly.

Huo Zhenting laughed loudly and stepped on his opponent's self-esteem without restraint. "In my Battle of the North, there is a general named Jiang Xu. He fights alone and rarely meets the opponent. Unfortunately, he is a fool. Although he has killed countless generals in previous battles, he can only be a personal guard in my Battle of the North. I think you are not much better than him. Hahaha, Lin Ya. If you surrender, I think my governor will give you a whistleman. With your ability to command troops, you can only lead so many people!"

Lin Ya shook her body a few times, and she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"It's unknown who will win to death? Huo Zhenting, don't be too proud too early!"

Huo Zhenting sneered, "Lin Ya. To this day, are you still dreaming of a moment of reversal? I might as well tell you that at this time, Heinke, whom you sent, is just in a dilemma to continue to attack Huining, or to return to rescue you? But I guess he must be going to fight Huining, in Huining. We have already laid a wall, so let him hit him and run blood! As for you, do you think you can survive today?"

Behind Huo Zhenting, thunderbolt cannons stood up, and when Lin Ya was building a base in the camp to defend, Huo Zhenting immediately ordered all the thunderbolt cannons in the city to be removed. At this time, countless soldiers were busy thunderbolt cannons, and more demon-subduing crossbows were installed behind the iron shield.

"Do you die, Lin Ya!" Huo Zhenting raised his spear high in his hand and pressed it down sharply. "Attack!"

The thunderbolt cannon made a loud noise, and countless stone bullets rose into the air. Flying towards the simple wall of Linya in the distance, the edge of the trench, iron shields flipped over and fell flat on the trench, forming bridge decks that jumped across the trench. Almost at the same time as the iron shield fell, the Fumo crossbow made an angry roar. The powerful crossbow arrows slightly smaller than the bed crossbow shot like rain.

The infantry shouted loudly, stepped on the iron shield, and rushed towards the chest wall in the distance.

In the Linya camp, the thunder cannon also began to counterattack. In order to attack Luning City, Linya prepared a lot of this game. Stone bombs were flying in the air. Sometimes in the air, the stone bombs flying towards each other would collide together, colliding to pieces, turning into countless gravels, falling out of gravels, and not many stone bombs hurt many people. However, this kind of gravel caused great damage to both the attack and defense. As long as these gravels were not fatal at the critical point, it was easy to injure soldiers.

But in terms of bed crossbows, Lin Ya is much worse. The bed crossbow is powerful, but the firing speed is too slow. Compared with the Demon-Subduing Crossbow on the opposite side, the gap is not a small point. The opponent is shooting like a rain splash, and it is obviously divided into rounds. From the beginning of covering the soldiers' attacks, it has not stopped. However, Lin Ya has to wait for a while after one round of launches. By the time they launch again, the opponent's soldiers have approached a lot.

"arrow!"

Lin Ya shouted sternly.

Countless men poked their heads out of their evasion, bravely exposed their upper body outside the chest wall, pulled out their strong bows, and shot towards the Zhengbei Army that rushed upwards. Their accurate heads were excellent. At such a distance, almost every arrow would shoot down a soldier in the Zhengbei Army. However, when they poked out half of their bodies and were unobstructed, the Demon-Subduing Crossbow immediately caused great damage to them, which was almost one-to-one ratio. This was almost a complete defeat for the defensive side.

Lin Ya knew that Huo Zhenting was right and he could not last a day, but what he was even more worried about was Heinke. If what Huo Zhenting said was true, then the plan to attack Heinke halfway through the Northern Army would be completely bankrupt. The opponent had already done everything, and it would inevitably make the Mongolian army exhaust its last strength under the city wall. However, Heinke had to attack and attack, and there was still a glimmer of hope. If he didn't attack, he would be exhausted by his opponent. When the food and grass were exhausted, he would eat all his horses. The Mongolian army, without food and grass, had no capital to struggle.

It was over, for himself, everything would end today. He drew out his saber, inserted it in front of him, took down the strong bow that was being held on his body, picked up an arrow, and stood up.

Huo Zhenting was not satisfied. What he was not satisfied was that at the last moment, he was actually plotted by his opponent. Lin Ya built a small camp. The defense lineup of the four or five thousand Mongolian troops was very thick and the weapon matching was reasonable. This surprised Huo Zhenting. It seems that the Mongolian troops have also had a lot of experience in defense over the years. In the past, such a hierarchical and deep defense was difficult to see on the Mongolian generals. The price he paid must be greater than he imagined. Annihilation of Lin Ya's troops was not his only Ren Li. After defeating Lin Ya, he still had more things to do. If the damage was too great, it would affect the subsequent war.

He frowned, and it seemed that Mo Dao still needed to fight. On the left side of his body, more than a thousand Mo Dao soldiers had regained their formation and stood solemnly. Along the trench in the distance, soldiers were dragging the fallen Mo Dao soldiers from the ditch with difficulty. Not many died, but they fell down in such heavy armor and were pressed up by their companions behind them. There were many people with broken legs and arms, and they had lost their combat power.

Meng Zhu was dizzy and felt someone pulling him. He was the first to fall. When he felt that he fell, Meng Zhu jumped forward with all his might, trying to jump through the trap. But he forgot that it was not when he was only in a ragged jacket and jumped across the mountains. The heavy armor made him not jump far away and still fell down. However, he jumped subconsciously, but he avoided the person who fell behind and directly hit him. His body was pressed against the wall of the trench and his hands dug out ten marks on the wall of the ditch. His fingernails were all turned up, and his left foot was on the tip of a spear, and he had been stabbed to one by one. When he moved, he felt a sharp pain. His right foot was lucky and fell between the tips of the two spears without any damage.

After turning his head, Meng Zhu found that on both sides of him, many companions fell at the bottom of the pit, motionless, and the blood from Gu Gu was flowing. He knew that this was a pointed spear that pierced their armor, falling from a few meters high, and with the heavy armor on his body, these pointed spears were enough to pierce their thick armor.

Mo Dao Hand's body was constantly pulled up. The lower the chance of surviving. Looking at the blood that was winding at the bottom of the ditch, bursts of blood rushed to the top of his head, Meng Zhu let out a muffled roar, and with a force and a sound of squeak, he pulled out his left foot from the tip of the spear, bent down and picked up two Mo Dao that fell at the bottom of the pit, used all his strength to insert the sharp Mo Dao into the ditch wall, stepped on the Mo Dao's rod, and one hand grabbed the ditch wall, trying to make himself stand firm, waved his hand and inserted another Mo Dao into the ditch wall. When he stepped on the second Mo Dao's rod, Meng Zhu's hands had already climbed up the ditch wall.

"Hurry, General Meng is still alive, pull him up!" Someone screamed in surprise by the ditch. He reached out with his hands, pulled his arms hard, and pulled him out.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, a sharp pain came, his body tilted, he almost fell down, and he knelt on the ground with one knee. Looking at his brother lying on the ground, Meng Zhu let out a roar and reached out to grab a Mo knife.

The Mo Dao was still held in the ten fingers of a Mo Dao hand. The soldier had several large holes on his chest, his armor was stained with blood, and had been dead for a long time, but he still held his weapon tightly. Meng Zhu stretched out his hand and slowly and gently pulled away his fingers one by one.

"Brother, brother avenge you!" Holding this Mo knife, he stood up, dragged his left foot that was still bloodless, limping but firmly walking towards the battlefield in the distance.

"General Meng is still alive!" Mo Dao's hand beside Huo Zhenting cheered. Meng Zhu's survival immediately made their morale high, especially when they saw Meng Zhu's lame legs still staunched forward, everyone felt a burst of blood surge.

"Your commander is moving forward. What are you waiting for?" Huo Zhenting pointed ahead and shouted loudly: "Go forward! Open a channel for victory for your comrades!"

"Presisting the Northern Army, advance! Mo Dao Hand, advance!" The Mo Dao Hands roared, raised Mo Dao, and strode forward.

Meng Zhu held up the Mo knife taken from his companion's hand, and walked faster and faster, almost trotting all the way. For him, wearing a heavy helmet and injured his left foot, this could almost be regarded as the limit of human beings.
Chapter completed!