Chapter 457: Xuanfu City is broken, and the head is taken away

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The ladders were set up, and the Han soldiers defending the city, who were exhausted and had fought for several hours, could no longer hold on. Even though some of them took up their swords and chopped the ropes attached to the city wall, there were also strong and energetic soldiers who forced their way up the city wall.

With a roar, a fat barbarian general kicked away the attacking Han soldiers. Several spears were stabbed at him, trying to push him off the city wall, but he was not afraid at all. He swung his arm and clamped several spears under his armpits. His muscles surged and he burst out with tremendous strength, breaking the tough shafts of the spears.

The recoil force caused the Han soldier's weapon to slip out of his hand, and the whole person took a few steps back and almost fell down. The barbarian general jumped into the crowd, waving the long-handled knife in his hand, and broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere with screams.

After a stalemate of several hours, the barbarians who really exerted their strength finally tore a gap on the top of the city wall. When a crack appeared in the seemingly indestructible line of defense, it meant the loss of the entire line of defense.

That barbarian general was like the deadliest meat grinder, killing people in all directions. He did not dodge or evade as long as ordinary swords and knives did not hit his vital points. He locked the Han soldier beside him with his arms as thick as an ordinary man's thigh, and with a slight force, the Han soldier fell limply to the ground.

With one chopped move of his sword, the head flew up. He then captured a Han soldier with his big hand, sunk his palm into the soldier's heart, and with a drag and a swing, the soldier's bones were broken countless times.

The barbarian general roared, raised the corpse in his hand above his head, and smashed it out. The corpse flew sideways and crushed several Han soldiers. The tremendous force knocked them several feet away.

He grinned grimly, holding the Han soldier's heart in his hand. The barbarian general grinned, revealing his white teeth, and swallowed the heart whole. Blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, as if he was a devil walking out of hell, eating people's hearts alive.

The morale of the defenders dropped again and again. Seeing more barbarians climbing over the city wall, they no longer had the will to fight. The figure of the evil spirit that could devour people's hearts stood in front of them. Fear filled their hearts, and their courage disappeared. The only thing left in their minds was escape.

Seeing the Han army fleeing, the barbarian general ignored them and picked out those Han soldiers who still had the will to fight to kill them, as if the King of Hell was calling out their names, and killed them one by one.

"It is my tribe's mighty general, Wu Muchen. His arms are as strong as a thousand pounds and he is so brave that no one can stand up to him. He is the first warrior under my command to win the merit!"

On the viewing stand, one person was ecstatic, but the others were not very motivated. They just stared at the ecstatic figure and secretly pondered how to kill him. After all, one less person means one less person to share the profits. If no one claims the credit, won't the remaining people be the ones who benefit?
Luo Hengxin had already come down from the drum tower, leading a group of personal soldiers to kill the barbarians entering the city. His eyes were red, and he killed anyone he saw. Although he was a military general, he was born with deficiencies, and most of the battles he had experienced were won by using military tactics.

Seeing Wanyan Shu sitting peacefully on the viewing platform, his heart sank, knowing that the assassination plan had failed. Some of those assassins were retainers he had kept, and some were well-known practitioners in the city. Such elite soldiers were good at beheading generals and capturing flags, but in large-scale military battles and city defenses, the role they could play was not as great as imagined. Instead, soldiers who practiced military formations were more suitable.

So Luo Hengxin sent out this special force to carry out the assassination in order to give full play to their powerful individual combat capabilities. However, it seems that those people are in great danger now.

"Soldiers, there are enemies in front of you and wives and daughters behind you. Kill one and you'll get your money back. Kill two and you'll make a profit. Do you have to see the corpses of your wives, daughters, and children before you dare to kill the enemy?"

He shouted loudly, trying to boost morale again, but few responded. Only his personal guards were still following him, but these heavily armored soldiers were well-prepared for attack and lacked mobility, making it even more difficult for them to break through.

Luo Hengxin was also determined to die. There were too many barbarian soldiers. Some of them had already crossed the first line of defense in the city and marched towards the residential area. He watched the houses behind him gradually light up with fire and black smoke, and he was already filled with grief and anger. "Is it possible that all of us Han people will die at the hands of barbarians, and the Han land will fall under the iron cavalry of foreign races! After I die, my soul will sink into the netherworld. Will I be able to see the day when the Tartars are driven out and China is restored?"

He looked at the barbaric soldiers who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, and thought about the soldiers who died at the hands of the emperor, the withheld military pay, the unscrupulous officials, the ubiquitous arrogant soldiers, and the yamen who were only concerned with gilding their own laurels and getting by. The last glimmer of hope in his heart began to shatter.

"Since ancient times, Han and barbarians cannot coexist. I was born a Han Chinese and will die as a Han soul. When the yin and yang are reversed, I am willing to turn into a hungry ghost, eat the meat of barbarians and drink the blood of foreigners!"

Luo Hengxin shouted loudly, his voice sounding like a cuckoo crying blood, every word was mournful. At this moment, a figure came rushing over, and the guards beside him didn't wait for a reaction. The whole person flew out like a cannonball, coughing up a lot of internal organs and flesh on the way. He was already dead.

"Han General, what are you talking about?"

Wumuchen asked in a half-baked Chinese dialect, but Luo Hengxin did not answer. He raised his sword and stepped forward: "My personal soldiers, my brothers, it is me, Luo Hengxin, who is unkind and unjust. Today, you will die with me. In the next life, I will be your personal soldier and you will be the commander!"

He was fast, but his personal soldiers were even faster. One of them raised his shield and smashed down on Wu Muchen, still thinking of responding: "General Luo, Luo... Brother, when did you become a woman? You are so nagging and not straightforward at all. I am a personal soldier, how can I let the commander die first? Li Sansheng is leaving!"

Wumu Chen stood still in deep thought, combined his waist and horse, and delivered a powerful punch that destroyed Li Sansheng. Li Sansheng was pierced through with his armor, and he was no longer able to breathe in.

The barbarian general shook his hands. Although he was quite stupid, he recognized the armor pattern of the Han army and knew that the man in front of him was a high-ranking official. He muttered a few words and said:
"Han general, if you surrender, you will not be killed. If you do not surrender, you will die."

Luo Hengxin had no intention of surrendering, and chopped down with his sword: "No Han general surrenders, but Luo Hengxin died on the battlefield, wrapped in his horse's hide, this is the fate of a soldier!"

Wumuchen didn't understand, but Wanyan Shu, who was watching the battle, heard everything from the beginning. He couldn't help but laugh a few times and said to the shaman beside him: "This Han Chinese is a fool. If he surrenders, I will naturally make him an example. Not only will I reward him with gold and silver, but I will also entrust him with important tasks. Only in this way will Han Chinese surrender."

"What do you mean by turning into a hungry and evil ghost? With the wizard around, even the living soul will be boiled in oil a few times. I want to see how he eats my flesh and drinks my blood!"

The two men laughed out loud together, as if they had seen the funniest thing in the world. The next second, they saw the stupid barbarian general raised his arm and swung out a punch, trying to turn Luo Hengxin into a ball of minced meat. But at this moment, a figure fell from the sky, and the surrounding barbarian soldiers were knocked to the ground.

Wu Muchen was a little confused. His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was a headless corpse and some words that he couldn't understand given his intelligence.

"You are called God General. Remember to reflect on yourself in your next life and don't commit taboos again. Oh, I forgot. You don't have a next life."

(End of this chapter)