Chapter 470

A military commander covered in blood ran over, panting heavily, and said.

Tian Yan frowned and then waved his hand: "Follow me."

The family generals who were fighting bloody battles on the wall quickly gathered toward Tian Yan upon hearing this.

"Old General, I'm going too." Wang Yi also followed Tian Yan's footsteps.

Tian Yan looked back at Wang Yi and nodded.

A group of more than a hundred people moved quickly toward the west city.

Not long after, Tian Yan and his hundred-plus men had arrived under the gate tunnel of the west city.

At this time, dozens of people were blocking behind the heavy gate of the west gate.

The heavy gate was already teetering from being rammed by the battering ram from the outside.

The gate panels had already begun to show signs of cracking.

Tian Yan glanced at the city wall.

At this time, a large number of rebel soldiers had already swarmed onto the wall.

Because the soldiers on the wall were fighting the rebels, they had no time to shoot arrows down the wall, which allowed the battering ram to ram the city without restraint.

"Follow me." Tian Yan roared, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and charged toward the city wall.

At such a time, the gate could certainly not be blocked; the only way was to kill the rebels on the wall and then strike the rebels ramming the gate from a high position.

Wang Yi did not fall behind a single step, following Tian Yan to charge toward the city wall together.

At this time, large areas of the west city wall had already been occupied by the rebels.

The rebels who occupied a section of the battlements guarded the scaling ladders behind them tightly.

More and more rebels, climbing like ants on the ladders, swarmed onto the wall.

And the Han soldiers who had been fighting bloody battles on the wall for two days were clearly unable to hold on.

Even with the support of Tian Yan and his family generals, it only meant that the rebels did not expand the area they occupied on the wall for the time being.

But if this continued for a long time, the city would definitely be breached.

Tian Yan was anxious in his heart, but he had no other way, so he could only swing the long sword in his hand vigorously.

But after all, he was not the man he used to be; the longer the battle lasted, the more Tian Yan felt the sword in his hand becoming heavier.

He had also suffered several wounds on his body.

If it weren't for Wang Yi helping from the side, it would probably have been even more miserable.

"Kill, push them down for me!"

Tian Yan roared loudly: "Once the city is breached, our families in the city will not be spared."

"For the sake of your families, for the sake of your children, push them down!"

The soldiers' eyes were filled with unwillingness.

In the city, there were their families, their parents, their children.

As long as the city was breached, their families would be slaughtered.

The soldiers didn't want that either.

But people eventually have their limits.

There were more and more rebels, but they became more and more exhausted as they fought.

More and more companions around them fell.

Looking at those ferocious rebels, biting their knives, holding shields, and charging up with red eyes.

The Han soldiers could even imagine what kind of terrified expressions their wives and children would have when facing these people after they were defeated.

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"

A soldier whose armor had been pierced to pieces and whose stomach was spurting blood hugged a Qiang soldier and charged head-on toward the outside of the battlements.

As the two rolled, their figures quickly disappeared from the wall.

Immediately following, a sound of heavy objects falling echoed under the wall.

Tian Yan gritted his teeth and pursed his lips.

His hair was white and disheveled.

That year, he was still full of spirit, leading twenty thousand troops on an expedition to Mobei.

That year, he was still full of confidence.

Thinking that he would lead twenty thousand troops to establish immortal merits.

However, he found he was wrong.

Nothing was as simple as he had imagined.

In that battle, sixty thousand people.

Sixty thousand living lives were left forever on the Mobei grasslands.

It was not his fault.

Nor was it the fault of those soldiers.

He never dreamed that the reason for the defeat was the infighting in the imperial court thousands of miles away, which caused the sixty thousand troops to be wiped out.

Since the moment he learned the truth, his heart had turned cold.

Even after being demoted to a commoner, he did not cry out that he was wronged.

He had sworn never to serve the imperial court again.

Never to become a whetstone in the hands of political enemies who sat high in the court and could use tens of thousands of lives to sharpen the blades they wielded against their rivals.

But right now, behind him.

Was his home.

Tian Yan, gritting his teeth, looked at the Western Qiang soldiers constantly swarming onto the wall, and let out a roar:

"Though the Old General has white hair, his precious blade remains sharp!"

"I am Tian Yan of Liangzhou; what kind of petty thief comes to take my head!" ===== CHAPTER 472 =====