"Han Sui has already arrived in Xiangwu, right?"

"Lord Qiqi, my subordinates have just received a message from the flying pigeon in Liangzhou Hall, and the two armies of Han Sui and Song Jian have begun to cross the river. According to the speed of their march and the flight of the pigeons, they should have arrived at Xiangwu City by now! ”

"What about Ma Teng?"

"General Ma has already come out of his ancestral strength and arrived in Huining!"

"The so-called false edict, the so-called half of the country, what kind of temptation is this? Although Ma Shoucheng is still a bit of a head rat, since he still dares to stand firmly on our side at this time, then Liangzhou will still be headed by him in the future! ”

"No!"

"Fu Yancai and Fu Ganzi are worthy of Nanrong's knees, and this enthusiasm is still different after all. However, Nanrong had already sacrificed his life for the country a few years ago, and we must not let the Fu family cut off their bloodline from now on, and tell Ma Shoucheng to drive troops to Xiangwu to pacify Liangzhou three days later, so that Han Sui and Song Jianyou will not return! ”

"No!"

The morning breeze hunts, and the flag flutters.

Zhao Ye gave a military salute to Wang Li in front of the cliff, took the note he had just written and stuffed it into the bamboo pipe at the feet of the carrier pigeon, and gently stretched out his hands. The carrier pigeon fluttered into the air, and then its wings shook, circled over everyone's heads, and disappeared into the distance.

……

Time flies, and the desert sun has already adjusted the pointer to the end of the third day.

The head of Xiangwu City is full of blood, and the bones under Xiangwu City are like mountains.

On the city wall, countless Han soldiers fell in a pool of blood, their long swords, bows and crossbows in their hands have been broken, and their bodies have long been out of temperature, but they are still lying on the arrows and stomping on them, even if they die, they are facing the direction of the rebels.

Under the head of the city, more grassland children piled up like mountains under the city wall and in front of the city gate, with stumps and broken arms, and blood stained the yellow sand. Among them, there are Ma Jiajun, Han Sui's troops, and Song Jian's knights, although they have paid for their lives, they still unyieldingly write the magnificent song of warriors.

Ma Chao, this iron-clad man, the corners of his mouth have begun to crack, he has begun to get angry, and the anger in his heart wants to burn Fu Gan on the city wall alive.

For three days, more than 100,000 coalition troops were still blocked under the wall, which did not look so tall. The effort, blood, and even lives they put into it made their formidable steppe boys a joke.

"Come again!"

A voice sounded beside Ma Chao, obviously this was not Ma Chao's order, and it was obviously not only him who aroused anger, but also the old fox Han Sui, who had been showing weakness in front of him. Han Sui shouted angrily, Yan Xing waved his spear, and another 10,000 warriors rushed straight to the city, once again stirring up flying blood in the sky.

After three days of fierce fighting, the soldiers on both sides came and went, and they were already physically and mentally exhausted.

He was so tired that he couldn't lift his sword, couldn't open his bow, and was so tired that he didn't want to think about his mother's white hair, the distant view of the spring boudoir, or how many of his relatives, friends, and robes had fallen again and couldn't get up in this wave of attacks.

But they still raised their swords and opened their bows.

Swords and broadswords were drawn together, severed limbs and remnants of blood were splattered, and the battle intensified.

"The gates are broken!"

Suddenly, there was a click at the city gate, and a soldier jumped to the rushing car and yelled, Han Sui and Ma Chao looked at the city at the same time, only to see that the city gate had cracked at some point, like an indelible knife mark on the body of a giant beast.

"Whoosh!"

Another black lightning bolt illuminated the city, and a huge crossbow passed through the chest, and the soldier was still dancing, but his chest was already like the city gate, and a large hole was shining with blood and dead light.

"Enter the city!"

Where would Ma Chao and Han Sui care about the warrior who broke the city, the two of them let out a long roar, and with a wave of Daxu, more than 100,000 troops rushed straight to the city. The yellow sand is long, the horse's hooves are surging, like the thunder of the nine heavens, and like the storm, as if there is no order, and there is no law.

But this is not a kind of tragic and bloody beauty of the ancient battlefield!

Didn't Mr. Yu Qiuyu just say: the horse's hooves like rain, the cry of thunder, and the blood of the injection. The white hair of the loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant view of the spring boudoir in the south of the Yangtze River, and the night cry of the childish child in Huxiang. The farewell under the shade of the willows in his hometown, the angry eyes of the general when he roars, and the military flag after throwing away his armor. All this is a wasteland of Chinese history!

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. Now, this scene is once again streaked across the wasteland of history.

……

100,000 men, oh no, in addition to the injuries of the past few days, more than 93,000 men brandished the scimitars in their hands and ran straight to the city gate.

Before Ma Chao and Yan Xing slapped their horses, two spears slashed at the broken city gate like lightning, and the city gate could no longer withstand the power of ten thousand jun, and smashed into the soil with a "bang", stirring up the boundless yellow sand.

The steppe riders swarmed in, their scimitars reflecting a terrible cold light, and the gaze in their eyes was like a devouring beast.

They couldn't wait to kill the remnants of the soldiers in the city to avenge Paoze, they couldn't wait to see the elegance of the daughters of those big families and the women of the Qinglou in the city, and they even couldn't wait to see those Han people prostrate in front of the horses and kowtow and beg for mercy.

However, all this did not unfold before their eyes.

Although they had already entered the city gate, they had only entered the city gate, and had not stepped into the streets and alleys of Xiangwu City.

Three or five trenches several meters wide had already been erected in front of them, and countless bamboo-tipped deer and broken swords stood upside down in the trenches, and at a glance they knew that they were defensive weapons used to prevent the coalition forces from entering the city.

On the opposite side of the ditch was an earthen wall five or six feet high made of earth and sand, and the staircase leading to the city wall behind the gate was also cut off by a few meters high earthen wall.

Fu Gan and his soldiers stood behind several earthen walls, and the expressions on their faces were as cold as sharp arrows.

"Grunt", a soldier beside Ma Chao swallowed, but Fu Gan's hand had gradually been lowered, and the majestic roar accompanied by thousands of sharp arrows flew from the opposite and both sides of the city gate.

Sharp arrows rained down, and the sound of killing was loud.

Ma Chao and Yan Xing were caught off guard, so they had to hold the spear in their hands and desperately sweep away the oncoming murderous aura.

It's a pity that their horses and knights don't enjoy such good treatment.

Although they had held their shields in front of them in a hurry, the power of the city-defending crossbow upgraded by Ma Jun was huge, and after a row of giant crossbows, the shield broke and the man turned on his back, and more sharp arrows pierced through the open openings. To make matters worse, behind them were also from the coalition forces, and the gates were blocked by their robes.

Countless warriors fell in front of them and on their sides, blood splattered on their faces, with a hint of warmth and a hint of chill.

There is no way back for them.

If you retire, you will die, and you may still be able to live before!

Ma Chao and Yan Xing snorted coldly and shot several retreating warriors with one shot, while the rest of the warriors gritted their teeth and flew up again, holding the corpses of the robes and rushing directly towards the trench and earthen wall.

The sun had begun to set in the west, and the hands had moved forward for another hour.

The rain of arrows continues, and the trenches are almost filled!

But Ma Chao and Yan Xing's faces became more and more unbearable, and anger was written on their faces.

Five or six thousand were injured in three days of siege, and three thousand children were killed in one hour of breaking the city! How can this make them embarrassed? How does this make them face the heroes of the world and tell everyone that they are the first or second warriors of Xiliang?

Until the war horse neighed under the crotch, and the blood of the war horse lit up from their eyes, the two could no longer hold it, and a long roar jumped high from the horse's back, and the dragonfly tiptoed on the head or shoulder of the warrior in front of him, like two golden wings falling in front of the trench.

"Retreat!"

Hearing Fu Gan's loud shout, a cymbal sounded, the rain of arrows suddenly disappeared, and the soldiers in front of the earthen wall also receded like a tide.

By the time Ma Chao and Yan Xing jumped onto the earthen wall again, the ground was already clean in front of the earthen wall, except for the crossbows, corpses, and blood and mud thrown under the earthen wall, there was not a single living figure, not even a single fallen leaf could be found.

The alleys crisscrossing them in front of them still held several trenches horizontally!