Hiraoka, after nightfall, it started to rain for life.

Before nightfall, an attack by the Wuhuan people had just retreated to the hillside. In the distance, the vague outline of the mountain was awe-inspiring in the drizzle. Cao Ang sat down with a clean open space, and the shield with arrows and the knife on his head fell to his feet. His arms were a little trembling with strength. His hands were covered with blood. The surrounding figures were cleaning the battlefield in the rain. The big and round figure stood in the rain curtain and directed the soldiers to re-arrange the horses and traps.

The crowd came and went, some of them grew their mouths to catch the falling water droplets, or carried the closed arrows, bandaged and rescued the seriously injured soldiers, hugged the figure with broken arms, and made painful screams. They hugged the other comrades and walked over from Cao Ang in a hurry. The shrill voice stimulated his eardrums, and the whole person was shaking slightly.

Not long ago, a personal soldier rushed over to block the blade for him and died in a pool of blood. In the past, he had a father and uncles in Yanzhou, and when he arrived in Shanggu County, he had a leader of Gongsun and many fierce generals who fought fiercely. At present, he didn't know how long this simple defense could last, and when the Wuhuan people would really launch a larger offensive and attack him...

"Hold...only keep it can be the foundation for survival..."

He murmured, his face a little pale, and his mouth nibbled half of the hard rice cake. In the rain, Pan Feng dragged the giant axe and sat next to him, and held the wound medicine in his other hand tore off a red cuff. A rolled knife wound turned outward and turned the flesh. He stabbed Cao Ang: "Don't worry about eating, help the handle, it hurts so much..."

"The Wuhuan people fight once a day, but they make small fuss. It seems that they want to consume us here depending on the situation." Cao Ang asked Pan Feng to help him take the pancake and bandage him the wound. "Today a personal soldier helped me block the knife. After I go back, I want to support his parents in my family."

Looking at the bandaged arm, Pan Feng bit the pancake, patted the other person's shoulder, and nodded affirmatively: "His parents should support themselves. If they still have a wife, it would be even better... Oh, it hurts-"

Cao Ang strangled the strip of cloth wrapped with the wound medicine. Pan Feng took a few breaths of air conditioning in pain. The former let go of the shield on the ground and pulled out the arrows. "Why do people like you have the nerve to call yourself a general?"

Pan Feng's painful voice trembled a little: "...Han Fu always says that I have General Pan Feng, mom... Now I understand that this old guy is clearly cheating me. Fortunately, he didn't report me before the Sishui Pass that day..."

After he recovered, he spread his legs heroically, pressed his elbows on his knees, and said with half a squint, "... Do you know how heavy my axe is? One axe can cut it into two halves with people and horses, even Lu Bu..."

"You've beaten Lu Bu?" Cao Ang turned around and looked at him, quite surprised.

"I can't beat it!"

Cao Ang over there wanted to beat him up after hearing this, Pan Feng spread his hands very simply: "It's because my axe is too heavy to beat..."

...

A trace of rain curtain fell on people's shoulders, and a sound rang out in the torches at the foot of the mountain.

"...The sky actually rained on the Han people. King Gongsun, please ask your subordinates to lead their men to fight again while the rainy night. You can't let the Han people rest. Wait until dawn to launch a strong attack and take them down in one fell swoop."

Tatong rode on the horse and calculated how many people were killed under the premise of victory. The Han people's combat ability was very resilient. Although the more than 2,000 Han soldiers who were guarding the camp there were not elite, they had no signs of collapse in several days. If it weren't for the achievements that needed to be made in order to compete for the position of Shanyu, he would not want to be entangled with this Han soldiers.

After all, the injured are all under his command.

On the field, footsteps sounded violently, stepping across the earth and rushing straight towards the hillside. In the night, soldiers who built whistle towers on the trees saw the torch light spreading, whistled, then pulled their bows, and shot out with a "Ha!" sound. In the dim fire light below, there was a short cry of "Ah."

The night offensive suddenly opened.

In the camp, the two people who were talking heard the whistle. The soldiers who were resting around rushed over and stood at their defensive position with weapons. Cao Ang frowned, held a shield, and walked forward with a knife: "It actually attacked at night... the string sound..." Hearing a different sound in the air, he suddenly shouted: "Rise the shield-"

Under the night rain curtain, whizzing - the sound of hundreds of thousands of bowstrings pulling, the sound of arrows and locusts coming to brush through the air, suddenly piercing the rainy night and making a sound.

Cao Ang hurriedly pulled Pan Feng over and raised his shield to cover the two of them. The moment he covered the key points of the two of them. The dense arrows covered the surroundings with crackling arrows and the sound of arrows nailing on the shield was like a sudden raindrop. Some fell to the ground, and some were nailed to the human body, causing blood to fall down.

On the hillside, figures spread out. Some people accidentally stepped on a trap and fell into a deep pit and poked to death. Some were shot by arrows flying from somewhere when they were bypassed by horses and fell down, but more figures rushed up.

Cao Ang flipped open the shield and cut off several arrows on it with one knife: "The shield comes forward, the archer fights back left and right, blocking them on the hillside--"

The soldiers around flocked over, and shields rushed forward in their hands, drew their swords and raised them, looking at the figures running around the hillside under the dim light. Cao Ang used a cloth towel to tie the hilt of the knife and his hand tightly together, and roared: "Kill!"

"kill--"

In the area of ​​one arrow, three hundred shield soldiers at the entrance of the camp shouted together. One or two hundred archers behind the left and right guardrails held their bows and arrows, raised their arms and aimed at them. Then someone heard a scream: "Shoot!"

The footsteps of the Wuhuan people over there were accelerating, and then the other party raised a shield while running. A figure similar to a leader rushed forward with an iron rod and shouted: "Kill the Han Dog and follow me to rush—"

Whoosh swish swish swish-

The arrow shot towards him and fell into the surging crowd. The shields in front also collided in an instant, causing a loud bang of impact. With the violent impact, the soldiers on both sides were shaking, and their vision was closer. The Wuhuan people could see clearly the figure, appearance, and ferocious expressions. Then they shouted shrillly and slashed over. Similarly, the enemy on the opposite side also waved their swords and guns and looked at the other party's head.

The blood waves rolled and splattered on the front line.

"Ahhhh--" Countless figures shouting and fighting waving the light of swords, pieces of flesh and blood, and the remaining limbs fell down the human body. Someone fell down. The companion behind him stepped on the flesh and blood and rushed to block the gap. Cao Ang took a fancy to the head of a Wuhuan man. The knife was stuck in the other party's skull, and his ears were full of buzzing... Noisy and frenzied screams, the blade was pulled out with difficulty, and the hot blood pounced on his face. He also shouted wildly, struggling to fly back with a bang.

"Chop the Wuhuan people back!"

The next second, in the enemy array opposite, a burly Wuhuan leader squeezed out of the crowd from the front line, and smashed into the crowd holding a shield and smashed a gap. Seeing the young man holding a knife and holding a shield here, "Ah!" roared, and waved the iron rod and hit it down. Cao Ang tightened his scalp, kicked the ground and raised his hand to block it. The iron rod came over—
Chapter completed!