"Slash! The first class is on display. Boyan waved his hand like a fly. When the soldiers heard this, they dragged down the Han army Qianhu, who was so frightened that they shouted for mercy, and after a while, they heard a scream of "ah", and then there was no sound.

This hapless Senhe was the commander of the two thousand troops of the former army, and when the fire broke out, his guards desperately carried him across the burning moat, and finally he was the only one who made it to the other side alive. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished the report, he was mercilessly cut off his head.

A soldier picked up the head of the thousand households with a spear and rode around the large array in front. The foot soldiers in the formation silently looked at the head, their eyes full of fear that had not yet closed, and they couldn't help but clench the swords and guns in their hands.

Lu Wenhuan's new annex was facing the east gate, and Boyan's request to him was only to contain the attack. Therefore, he only divided his more than 30,000 men into several phalanxes and lined up far outside the city, occasionally letting the crossbowmen shoot a shower of arrows at the city, which was considered a crossbow.

When the pro-soldier turned to his front, Lu Wenhuan didn't know it, and was startled when he saw the situation. When you ask about the situation, you will understand that it has nothing to do with you. But when he found that the pro-soldier was holding his head and walking back and forth in front of his formation, no matter how he looked at it, there was a sense of warning, and Lu Wenhuan couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

He was one of the few experts in the Tartar formation, and he only needed to take a look at it to know that the city in front of him was not easy to attack. With well-equipped defenses, well-equipped defenders, and high morale, as long as the defenders don't make low-level mistakes, the only way is to fight for numbers. And this is what Lu Wenhuan is most unwilling to do, without the more than 30,000 troops under his command, what can he do to settle down.

"Beat the drums, prepare to attack!" Lu Wenhuan endured the heartache of dripping blood, and almost gritted his teeth to squeeze out this sentence. The pro-soldier next to him was stunned and looked at him for confirmation, Lu Wenhuan kicked out, kicking the pro-soldier over a heel, "Go quickly!" He roared.

Fan Wenhu stood behind his military formation and suddenly heard the sound of drums, almost suspecting that he had heard something, and turned his head to see that several big men were really beating the cowhide drums on the frame. Seeing the great array gradually moving forward to the sound of drums, he was in a hurry, and urged his horse to gallop towards the rear.

"Sixth uncle, you can't attack it, not to mention that you can't attack it, let's just have this bit of family background, how can we survive if we fight it out." Fan Wenhu made a gesture and said with a spittle. His men had already lost more than 2,000 men in the Battle of Silver Tree, and now this siege was a loss and not a profit.

Lu Wenhuan looked at Fan Wenhu with an anxious face, but he couldn't say anything about his suffering, how could he want to work hard. But the war at the other two city gates is unfavorable, and he is bluffing here, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be hated by the marshal. If there is any reason, when the time comes, it will be not a sin but a sin.

"Nephew, I'm going to attack anyway, and if I don't kill a few people, I can't explain it to the marshal. You know, there are already two thousand-strong teams outside the West Gate, and your men and horses are behind, so be careful yourself. Lu Wenhuan could only say this, he patted Fan Wenhu on the shoulder, and watched intently as his military formation slowly approached the moat.

Jiang Cai stood on the city tower and looked coldly at the large array at the city gate, although there were many people, the pace was neat. But a few catapults followed, not even a building car, and after waiting for a long time, I remembered to attack the city, and I knew at a glance that the fighting spirit was insufficient.

The earth-shattering sound outside the city gate elsewhere had already tickled his heart, unlike Jin Ming, Jiang Cai preferred to use the Divine Arm Bow as a long-range weapon, the crisp "click" sound made him feel very pleasant, and the strong force was more in line with his appetite.

Due to the presence of the curtain, the Tartar projectile could cause very little damage, so the defenders did not have to dodge at all, and stood in the gap in the female wall waiting for the enemy to come into range. As elsewhere, the enemy had to cross the moat first, so the large array that reached the river stopped, and several groups of foot soldiers rushed forward with long ladders.

"Look, hit Lao Tzu hard, don't fucking shoot randomly." Jiang Cai shouted violently, the divine arm bow in his hand jumped in his hand like a child's toy, and a crossbow arrow burst out of the air, shooting an enemy foot soldier carrying a long ladder to the river.

With Jiang Cai's order, all kinds of weapons on the city opened fire together, and countless feather arrows, crossbow arrows, and stone bullets smashed into the enemy's large array. The large shield held high by the foot soldiers was smashed with a "thud", and people were constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and after paying a heavy price, the enemy finally put the long ladder on the river.

Lu Wenhuan is an expert, Liu Yu's little trick at the West Gate can't hide it from him at all, Jiang Cai didn't sprinkle fire oil all over like that, but waited until the enemy climbed over the sheep and horse wall and put the ladder on the city wall, and then lit the fire oil bomb and threw it down.

There were constantly foot soldiers screaming and falling down the ladders, and several of the ladders were directly ignited by the fire oil. More foot soldiers slowly climbed the city with shields, and the swordsmen behind the female wall immediately met them, holding the gap to prevent the enemy from stepping on it.

Jiang Cai put down the divine arm bow in his hand, lifted a hand axe, and chopped a foot soldier with a shield down the city. Then he turned around and picked up a bucket of oil and poured it down from the ladder, and the still boiling oil drenched the foot soldiers on the ladder and screamed, and a crossbowman behind the female wall "swished" a rocket to ignite the oil on the ground, and the whole ladder suddenly burned.

The screams of the burning man frightened the foot soldiers behind, and the enemy formation near the river suddenly collapsed, and all the men turned and ran. Seeing this scene, Lu Wenhuan after the battle shook his head and smiled bitterly, he had already done his best, but he couldn't attack it, but at least his subordinates had already climbed to the top of the city.

Liu Yu, who was still sitting at the head of the city eating, heard the cheers from the direction of the east gate from the walkie-talkie, which made him feel a lot more relieved. In today's offensive, it can be said that his side has withstood the greatest pressure from the Tartars, but fortunately, nothing went wrong, and the casualties were not large.

The wounded sergeants were treated in time, and the bodies of the dead soldiers were also collected and cremated together after dark. Now, the defenders at the head of the city are all like Liu Yu, sitting on the ground with a bowl of soup and eating rice. The hurried speed, for no one knew when the next offensive of the Tartars would come.

The hellish scene under the city walls is still disgusting, Liu Yu doesn't believe that Tartar will dare to step into this place immediately, and now he really wants to take a shower and go to sleep again, it is too uncomfortable all over his body. But before YY could go down, the horn sounded again.

Without Liu Yu's order, the defenders at the head of the city all stood up, and those who didn't finish eating quickly swallowed two or three bites of rice, poured a few mouthfuls of soup, and then put the bowl at their feet, grabbed the weapons around them, and stood in their own positions.

The fire oil outside the city has almost burned out, and the same tactics will definitely not work again, and now Liu Yu can only rely on his own men. Compared to Jin Ming's south gate, which had been fighting continuously, he had at least a little rest time on his side.

Boyan was also very helpless, the casualties at the south gate were greater than those at the west gate, and almost half of the 10,000-strong team of a Han army was lost. However, if he did not take advantage of the exhaustion of the defenders in the city to continue pressing, the shelling of last night and the losses that had been lost this morning until now would have been wasted, so he could not wait for the full support of the return artillery, and he gave the signal to continue the attack.

Outside the west gate, a new Han army of 10,000 people had been assembled, and the losses of the arrow carts could not be replenished immediately. Therefore, a few thousand troops could only slowly advance with a few arrow carts, and this time, as soon as the enemy's siege team approached the moat, Liu Yu stretched out his hand and gave the order to attack.

Due to the innate advantage of the high place, a large number of arrows and stones lightly hit the middle of the group of enemy troops, the heavy stone bullets directly drew a bloody path in the dense flow of people, and the huge crossbow arrows shot by the bed crossbow also hit the arrow cart one by one, and each hit could cause the enemy to exclaim.

Relying on brutal discipline, the outnumbered enemy troops, regardless of casualties, approached the walls step by step, trampling on the charred corpses of their companions, enduring the foul smell, and withstanding the rain of arrows and fireballs, and finally reached the bottom of the walls.