This is the second time Peng Zhanyi has faced the ghost people, even if it is an enemy, Peng Zhanyi is also full of awe of the fighting spirit of the ghost people, and of course he also found that the enemy is different from the last time, facing his own ghost people are finally like an army, not the ghost people who forcibly attacked the city with their strong physique.

"General Di, do you notice the difference between them? Peng Zhanyi's gaze became deeper and deeper, so much so that he exuded a chilling aura.

"This is the real army. Although Di Yun experienced the defeat of Zhushan, he should not be a general, and at this time, he and Peng Zhanyi stood at the head of the city and stared closely at those ghost tribesmen.

"We are fighting among ourselves, and the Ghost Clan is indeed condensing strength. Peng Zhan looked at Di Yun and said.

Di Yun didn't speak, because he knew that this battle would not be as simple as before.

The air seemed to be condensed, and the remaining disciples of Putuo Temple looked at the imposing ghost clan behind the arrow stack. They were assigned to the western end of the entire front to coordinate with the army along with the students of Donglin Academy.

The eastern section was garrisoned by Xuanjianmen and Daoling, and the entire Hawthorne City gathered an army of 200,000 troops, which would be their first line of defense and the most important one, in Peng Zhanyi's words.

Shaodian didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack, and the troops were all in place when the sun first rose, but until the sun had risen to the top of the entire battlefield, the ghost people still didn't move, but the murderous aura on their bodies was getting heavier and heavier.

The soldiers on the walls were already sweating profusely, and even the cold girders were still wetting most people's backs. An unknown gloom hung over the city of Hawthorne, still present even if no one spoke.

This is the psychological burden of invisible coercion, the more the enemy does not attack, the more psychological pressure the soldiers will bear, and this pressure on the battlefield will collapse an army.

"It's very smart. Di Yun frowned and looked at the few people who were surrounded by the ghost clan, and there was some admiration in his heart.

The battlefield is not only about strength, but also about strategy and fate, and it is obvious that the ghost people also know this truth.

Shaodian stood on the mound of earth slightly above the ground, feeling the changes taking place in the city, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Sons, take this city, and we will only be one step away from Luoyang. ”

"Roar ......" Tens of thousands of ghost clansmen roared at the same time after Shaodian said this, exuding a terrifying murderous aura and bloody smell like a flood beast.

Eight thousand ghost tribesmen formed the first line of troops in the siege of the city, and they were all holding spears and pointing upwards to the sky, reflecting brilliant brilliance in the sun, intimidating people's souls, moving people's minds, and messing with their morale. Beside them, the snow wolf had already scratched its paws on the ground impatiently, waiting for the orders of their masters to climb the city wall and slaughter them on a large scale.

Behind the eight thousand spear ghost clansmen, there were phalanxes armed with various weapons. They also looked solemn, with an unyielding fighting spirit and will, and came to this battlefield.

And behind these people is the endless defenseless ghost people, if the first two policies are the young adults of the nobles, then the rest of these people are probably the old, weak, sick and disabled of the ghost clan, but even so, their bodies are already several times stronger than humans, and they are still invincible to human soldiers. And for this battle, the ghost people are obviously out of the nest.

Finally, the 8,000 Oni people led by the group walked forward after receiving the order of the leader, and they stopped their steps from the 100 zhang in front of the city, which happened to be the effective range of the trebuchet, and they had obviously studied and deliberated before the battle.

The spear in the hand of the ghost clan stood on the ground, looking at the city, panting heavily, like a hungry wolf, and the air began to fill with a strange atmosphere of slaughter.

The soldiers at the head of the city were a little stunned by the huge momentum of the enemy at this moment, until a soldier who reacted quickly finally shouted at the top of his voice: "The ghost people are going to attack!!"

The wind, as if frozen. The air was suffocating.

The colorful rays of the sun in the sky reflected the brilliance of thousands of weapons, and Lu separated into a flame of light that was enough to sweep the world.

Strong, rugged, savage, and morale-high, the ghost clansmen, who were tall and large, naked but agile, tightened their weapons and stared at the soldiers defending the city like fierce jackals.

"Trebuchet ready. ”

With Peng Zhan's orders one by one, it is always the heavy trebuchet that takes the lead.

"Yes. The soldiers on the ramparts finally came to their senses, and the soldiers in charge of the trebuchet added huge stones to the trebuchet and waited for another order from the general.

Shaodian's eyes narrowed, his right hand in the air was slightly raised, the wind seemed to be whistling the moment he raised his hand, he looked at the golden armor general standing in the middle of the city and took a cautious breath.

"Offense. Shaodian's voice was calm, but at the moment when his order fell, a herald in front of him immediately passed the order out loud.

After receiving the order, the eight thousand ghost clansmen let out an earth-shattering roar, and then raised their weapons and rushed towards Hawthorne City.

The knowledge of red wine like a beast has crossed a distance of dozens of feet in one breath.

Peng Zhanyi's right hand slapped the arrow stack, and immediately reacted: "Let ...... go."

Countless flying boulders roared out of the deadly wind, and after Peng Zhan gave orders one by one, they shot out, and under the illumination of the slanting sun in the sky, they pulled out a long arc of shadows on the ground and projected them towards the opponent.

Under the strong suppression of the boulder in the air, the attack of the ghost people slowed down, but it did not stop them.

Those boulders that were supposed to be invincible stopped after not knocking down a few people because of the extremely strong body of the ghost people.

The "Whoosh ......" huge city crossbow is the weapon to destroy the attack of the ghost people.

After the trebuchet, it's time for the city crossbow to exert its power. Like the roar of death, crossbow arrows as thick as arms were shot out under the control of three or four people at the same time, drawing a straight line in the air, shooting at the ghost people who were still running wildly.

This is the most powerful weapon of mankind, and when he saw the city crossbow shoot, Shaodian's hand behind him couldn't help but tighten. Under the city crossbow, it was impossible to stop at all, and the huge penetrating force did not stop after passing through the strong body of a ghost clansman, but continued to shoot backwards through his body, and the bloody crossbow arrows only slowed down after passing through five or six ghost clansmen, and then were interrupted by a ghost clan with a spear, or plunged into the ground, often revealing half of the arrow body after that.

But these will not stop the footsteps of the ghost people, obviously they are ready to sacrifice, for the future of the race, such a sacrifice is obviously worth it.

The Oni finally approached the city walls after throwing down thousands of corpses.

Step by step, they rushed towards the city. Countless arrows and arrows shuttled out the screams of death, like a torrential rain pouring on their heads, bringing out countless Peng blood flowers, making a piercing sound, and occasionally an arrow hit the vital point, and the ghost warriors fell silently, allowing the noble soldiers in the rear to step over their bodies and march towards the front.

At this moment, they were brave warriors, needless to die, and regarded it as their destination, even Peng Zhanyi and Di Yun, who had grown up in the killing, couldn't help but shudder.

Shaodian looked coldly at everything that was happening in front of him, as if it was no longer relevant to him. Where there is war, there will be death, and if the outcome of the war is as he wishes, then it will be enough.

Countless snow wolves also rushed towards Hawthorne with their respective masters, they were obviously more agile than the ghost people, dodging the flying stones and arrows, but they were much slower than the ghost people.

Wars are fought in torment and continue in torment.

In Shaodian's view, all this is according to the most conservative posture, neither crazy nor retreating.

The ghost people finally came to the city wall, and as they had done in the last attack on Longxi City, they accelerated before they could get close to the city, and then jumped high and plunged their spears into the walls of Hawthorne.