Beifang five towns, Wuchuan Town.

The southward grassland iron cavalry has surrounded Wuchuan Town, and the encirclement that used to open one side and leave a southward escape route is impenetrable at this time, it seems that Zhang Yuan is preparing to capture Wuchuan Town, and then slaughter the city, Wuchuan Town, a difficult bone to gnaw, has indeed gnawed too long, has changed the progress of General Zhang Yuan's battle, and also made Zhang Yuan's prestige in the grassland court have declined, he heard that many people are blowing wind in the ears of Ji Congee, and they want to replace their position as generalissimo of soldiers and horses going south.

The world invaded Wei, the Xiongnu grassland army converged in Guliangzhou, rushed south, drove straight in, first crossed the line of the Great Wall, and went straight to the five towns of the north defense, at this time Song Junyi was still in Tai'an City to preside over the overall situation, taking advantage of the lack of a leader in the north of the town, Zhang Yuan took the second line of defense of the Zhenbei army in one fell swoop with the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, according to the plan, the remaining four towns in the five towns of the north defense coefficient was taken, the grassland cavalry was steady and steady while the speed did not decrease, the fastest cavalry has been able to see Weishui, the five fronts are all south, cooperate with each other, but they were blocked by Wuchuan Town The pace of the south, the remaining four fronts were obstructed, and had to slow down the march and turn around to support。

In terms of materials only, Wuchuan Town deserves to be rich, as the head of the five towns of the northern defense, the old general Song Junyi is to build it as a checkpoint fortress, grain and grass weapons are not only equipped with sufficient, and there are many types, can effectively resist various ways of siege, although Wuchuan Town does not have a dangerous terrain, but the city wall is high and thick, in addition to the city wall and the city gate, there are city towers, pheasant moats, corner towers, to observe and monitor the enemy's movements, in addition to the urn city, build a semi-circular arc parapet wall outside the city gate, in order to enhance the defense.

In order to deal with the enemy's conventional siege, Wuchuan Town has wooden bars, stone bars, and poles, a moat surrounds it, and the depths of the moat are arranged with thistles and antler wood, in order to deal with the most majestic cavalry in the grassland, a horse trap is set up, and each defender in the city has a horse rejection gun, in addition, three hundred heavy bed crossbows are arranged on each city wall, which are protected by wooden curtains and soft curtains, and as for the reserve of crossbow arrows, it has reached a terrifying 100,000.

It's nothing more than that.

Heavy rain for more than ten days, for the people on both sides of the Yellow River is a huge disaster, but for Wuchuan Town is a good thing, first to avoid the grassland to attack the city in the way of fire, and secondly, to make Wuchuan Town's already soft soil more soft and sticky, to eliminate the possibility of grassland digging tunnels, the main benefit of rain is that there is enough fresh water in the city to drink.

A city without civilians, there are also many scruples and trade-offs, life and death aside, the four thousand Zhenbei army swore to defend the northern gate of the Central Plains.

However, Wuchuan Town has always faced a huge problem, that is, the number of soldiers defending the city is too small, there are copper walls and iron walls, sufficient grain and grass weapons, but in the end people are still needed to defend the city, people are needed to use weapons, 4,000 men and horses charged to defend the city several times, and more than 600 people were lost, and now there are more than 3,400 people left in the city, and the manpower is stretched.

It was in this case, Wen Zhiqian, who had a bearded face, leaned on the door frame, looking at the light rain outside, and the sound of iron sword sharpening in the backyard spread all over the place, not far from him, the young Zhao Feng used crossbow arrows as a pen, constantly sketching on the ground, and was silently writing Mencius's "Getaway", Zhang Dabiao rubbed the heavy scimitar with his hand, rubbing it brighter than the mirror, the cold light was shining, Wen Zhiqian glanced at it, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

In the bloodshed of the iron-blooded war horse, there was a rare quiet.

The sloppy Wen Zhiqian glanced at Zhao Feng's words, his muscles and bones were strong, and the murderous aura was exposed, this young man with a male and female appearance had been honed on the battlefield for several years, but instead of grinding off the anger on his body, he contributed to the tyrannical atmosphere, every time the two armies faced off, he always ignored the formation, rushed to the front, and when he slashed with the knife, he was extremely cruel, either a knife or a different head, and when he was killed, the young man's eyebrows were like the birthmark of the third eye, as if he was opened.

Wen Zhiqian couldn't help sighing, this kid is a god-killing god from heaven, and his life path will be difficult in the future, if he wants to eliminate this tyrannical atmosphere, either a woman will appear, walk into his heart, and slowly melt the killing intent, or there will be a master at the peak of cultivation to suppress it at all times, in the past, the deputy general was enough to suppress the young man, and now? Wen Zhiqian suddenly felt that His Majesty the Emperor was very suitable.

stretched out his leg and kicked the words written by Zhao Feng, Wen Zhiqian said: "The word python of the cockroach is written incorrectly, and it is missing." ”

Zhao Feng got up cautiously, carefully smoothed out the typo, wrote the word "Cockroach" anew, looked up at Wen Zhiqian, and a pair of eyes seemed to be able to speak: "Master Wen, did you write it correctly this time?"

"Well, that's right. Wen Zhiqian took out the dry tobacco from his arms, pressed the tobacco, carefully took out the fire fold, and blew it gently, in rainy weather, it is not easy to take the fire, be careful, the fire fold licked a mouthful of tobacco, the fiery red smoke suddenly brightened, and Wen Zhiqian's face was extremely weird.

Wen Zhiqian is not ugly, on the contrary, he is very handsome, but his self-hygiene is too poor, he seems to be a different person when he smokes, in Zhang Dabiao's words, he is a depressed monkey with his butt on his face and can't eat bananas, Zhao Feng feels that this metaphor is very delicate and accurate, Wen Zhiqian listened, thought for a moment, and scolded what bullshit Rausch.

Seeing Wen Zhiqian smoking, Zhang Dabiao began to grin again, he couldn't stand it anymore, and turned his head.

Wen Zhiqian ignored it, Meimei took a puff, pressed the smoke into her lungs, looked drunk and dreamed of death, her head was against the door frame, swaying from side to side, after about ten breaths, the smoke was slowly exhaled by him, like a drowning person, suddenly breathing fresh air: "Cool crooked!"

Zhang Dabiao and Zhao Feng got up at the same time, one toothed flower, the other kept stamping their feet, and the sound of sword grinding in the backyard couldn't help but speed up the frequency.

After a bag of cigarettes and five or six puffs, Wen Ye was refreshed, and inserted the cigarette stick back into his waist, and the whole hall was filled with smoke, like a fairyland on earth.

Zhao Feng couldn't help coughing, stretched out his hand to puff out the smoke, and asked curiously, "Master Wen, who is the person who sharpens the sword in the backyard?"

According to the siege strength of the Huns, Wuchuan Town could not hold out for so long, on the tenth day of the siege of Wuchuan Town, when the Hun soldiers had already climbed up to the top of the city, the iron sword young man appeared on the wall of Wuchuan Town, an iron sword cut through the rain curtain, the sword gang was as rich as the substance, almost one person repelled an attack on the grassland.

"He's just a hypocrite. Wen Zhiqian snorted coldly, spitting into the rain, and suddenly his face was stunned, and the sound of sword grinding in the backyard stopped abruptly.

Wen Zhiqian sniffed his nose vigorously: "There is a smell of blood in the wind!"