Standing in front of the tent of the Chinese army, the king of Durhan of the barbarian tribe looked up at the majestic city wall in the distance, extending from the north to the south, connecting the two winged cities in the north and south, plus an acropolis, and the most central Guancheng, between these two mountains, it is really a choke place, blocking the iron cavalry of the empire.

But unlike in the past, this time we have to win this pass.

The lord's edict was short, but Durhan could feel the anger in it, the anger that was about to erupt after years of pent-up betrayal. There are not many ways to satisfy the lord of the country, but destroying the city in front of him must be one of them.

The sound of the bull's horn suddenly sounded, which was the signal of the attack of the barbarian army.

"Boom, boom, boom", neat footsteps, frantic shouts, and dust brought up under your feet, the whole ground seemed to move, from a quiet earth to a battlefield.

Rows of shields kept pushing forward, like moving iron armor. And behind the shields, there were crossbowmen, and their arrows flew like locusts, and they flew to the city walls.

Watch as the shield soldiers in front of them cover the crossbowmen, surging towards the direction of the urn city in front of the gate like a flood, the arrows converging in the air, and then falling towards their respective targets. The "clanging" of the shields, sometimes mixed with screams, came from under the city and from the city walls. Darhan's long-dormant fighting spirit was completely aroused, this is the feeling of the battlefield, far more intoxicating than those graceful colors in the military tent.

"Ula", Darhan shouted, waving the small colored flag in front of him, and the high flag bearer next to him waved the big flag of the same color, and then the ladder soldiers followed the shield men and crossbowmen in front of them from the flanks, and charged continuously. Long ladders, dozens of from different directions, carried by the ladder soldiers, quickly approached the city wall, there were soldiers who were shot down halfway, and there were new ladder soldiers urgently took over, rushed to the moat, then used the ladder as a bridge, shield soldiers and so on quickly passed.

Occasionally, the ladder was finally erected, and there were shield soldiers who went up the ladder, and the entire ladder was overturned by the city wall, and the ladder fell down, and there were some rolling stones, which fell from the wall, and there were screams, blood, and a soldier who fell to the ground.

"Ulla. Darhan roared again and waved another small flag in front of him. The flag-bearers on the high platform waved the same color flag. When the banner moves, there are soldiers. The two main battering rams were pushed by two groups of infantry and advanced rapidly towards the east and west gates of the urn city.

The arrows in the air were still converging, the ladders were constantly falling, the soldiers on the sides of the two battering rams fell and were replenished with new infantry, and finally stepped on the ladder on the moat, and the battering rams crossed the river and rushed towards the gate of the urn city.

The rain of arrows was more urgent, and the screams were more intense, but what Durhan saw was a fallen figure, falling in pieces. Darhan continued to roar, "Ulla, Ulla". The soldiers who rushed forward from behind were also screaming "Ula, Ula". As long as the battering ram can break through the city gate, then the ironclad cavalry behind can attack with all their strength, and the city can be broken in one fell swoop.

Darhan was roaring, but Shi Jiwei was methodically giving military orders, and a steady stream of arrows was carried from the bottom to the top, sending them to every pheasant hole on the city wall. The bow and crossbow are always a sharp weapon to kill the enemy, let alone condescending.

If there are dead or wounded, soldiers fill in the holes. At this time, Duanmu Xu was standing on a wall platform in front of the tower. The abutment juts out of the wall, which is a wonderful place to shoot the enemy. Arrows flowed from the quiver behind him, from his hands to the strings, and finally into the enemy soldiers who tried to rush and kill.

Seeing that the two major siege rams were surrounded by a group of infantry, they rushed from the overturned ladder to the wall of the urn city, and rushed towards the gate of the urn city, and the arrows in Duanmu Xu's hand chased after the soldiers who occasionally showed their heads behind the shields.

Rolling stones were smashed into the battering rams, but most of them were blocked by the iron shields erected by the shieldmen. The "ding" sound of arrows hitting the shield, the "thump" sound of rolling stones hitting the shield, and the "Ula" sound of enemy soldiers, plus the shouts of killing that erupted on the city wall, could not hide the screams one after another.

Duanmuxu's quiver was empty and filled, and the arrows flying from the city kept grazing beside him, and a few of them were blocked by him with a hard bow.

That's why Uncle Huangfu let himself come to the border, to kill people. However, this feeling of killing did not intoxicate him, and in the face of these invading enemy soldiers, it was naturally the duty of the people to defend their homes and defend the country. But whose country is this, whose home? Is this his Duanmuxu's home?

Apparently not.

However, he also had a reason to kill the enemy.

He is now the leader of the Shenji Battalion of Huaishuo Military Town, whether it is intended or perfunctory, what he has to do at this time is to shoot the enemy who comes to attack and keep the city from losing, and perhaps also to protect the people not far behind him.

The battering ram still hit the west gate of the urn city, but fortunately, there were not many infantry left, and the strength was not great, and the gate only shook and did not break.

Duanmu Xu pulled the bow again and again, the string moved the arrow to fly, and the arrow flew and the enemy fell.

The enemy soldiers at the west gate of the urn fell to the ground, and the shieldmen of the Golden Horde rushed across the moat, trying to push the battering ram again, trying to ram the gate again.

Not only did Duanmu Xu see the key here, Shi Jiwei had already ordered to concentrate the crossbowmen and shoot the shield soldiers who were trying to get close to the battering ram one after another. A rain of arrows and rolling stones, broken shields and flesh and mud, began to pile up on the edge of the moat.

The sound of "Ula" continued, but the screams were even more incessant.

Darhan watched as ladders fell from the sky, and iron shields were scattered on both sides of the moat. The shield soldiers, who were constantly charging at the battering rams, became the target of arrows on the city walls.

That's it.

The sound of the hammer sounded, and the shield soldiers and crossbowmen who were still surging forward like a wave withdrew one after another, while the cavalry in the rear remained unmoved.

Darhan waited for the other party to pursue, but unfortunately the gate of the urn was still closed, and he was not given a chance.

The army withdrew to the barracks and continued to look up at the fortress in the distance. Darhan himself came to the side of each wounded soldier, constantly encouraging and comforting, repeating the blood they had shed for the empire, and the lord of the kingdom must remember that the fortress in front of him must have been breached. There is absolutely no room for a drop in morale.

While Durhan was shuttling through the tents, Shi Jiwei was doing the same thing from the castle tower. Along the city wall, he walked from the northern wing of the city to Weiyuan City.

Duanmu Xu also followed behind, looking at the soldiers who still had blood stains on their bodies, their faces were filled with a smile of victory at the moment.

"Huaishuo Army, invincible. I don't know who shouted first, and then the soldiers along the way were trying their best to shout, "Huaishuo army, invincible." ”

Whether you wield a spear or a crossbow in your hand, the mood of victory is the same. Perhaps this is the simple emotion of a soldier. There may be such and such problems in ordinary times, but when you kill the enemy and serve the country, you will always be enthusiastic.

This is the reason why Uncle Huangfu wants to come to the border by himself, with an army standing behind him and willing to throw his head and spill his blood, he has the strength to face the one in Xianjing City.

This Huaishuo Guancheng is impregnable, why does Uncle Huangfu think that this Guancheng will fall? On such an important judgment, he believes that Uncle Huangfu is absolutely not a believer.

There are several firewood piles lit on the city walls, and there is even some fresh meat roasted to reward the soldiers who fought bravely during the day.

At night, but the defense of the city must not be relaxed.