The corners of the earth are cold, and the sky is singing and the clouds are flying. The banner is about to be broken, what will be the lonely general?

Wang Li's desolate and mournful singing sounded at the head of the city, but the soldiers at the head of the city were dumbfounded, although they had not read, but they had all experienced many battles, and they all came out of the sea of corpses and blood.

Of course, they also knew the meaning of this sentence, the fierce wind sounded on the ground where the severe cold had just converged, but the clouds were also roaring and flying in mid-air, and the handsome flag fluttering high was crumbling in the hurricane, leaving only the general to hesitate alone in the cloudy and violent wind.

They weren't generals, and they weren't alone, but their hearts were still cold.

The majestic general in Liangzhou has left them behind, there are no fierce generals in Mengjin Pass, there are no reinforcements outside, they will be trapped in the lonely city and face the Kwantung coalition army under the city alone, who can they rely on!

They leaned on each other, as if trying to comfort themselves through the brother next to them, but the brother next to them had the same look of determination, doubt, struggle, gloom and anger on their faces.

"Whew!"

It's a pity that before they can get enough warmth from each other, the Kwantung coalition forces under the city can't wait.

A horn rushed to the sky, the pontoon bridge in front of it had already set up a high platform of more than one zhang, a flag bearer stood majestically on the high platform, each holding a colored flag in both hands, with the horn up and down, and then fell suddenly, thousands of boats in the river set off together, and the bridge head ten thousand troops rushed.

"Boom!"

10,000 cannons bombarded Kinmen, eh? 10,000 cannons bombarded Mengjin!

Flag down, out!

Under the command of the standard-bearer, thousands of people on both sides of the stone thrower roared in unison, the sound was like thunder, both hands were loosened at the same time, and the tightened rope popped out.

Seventy or eighty stone bullets the size of a millstone were thrown high from the bullet bag, and with a breathtaking scream, they cut through the graceful curves in mid-air, and smashed down from the sky like a meteor shower in the night sky.

Falling rocks are like rain, and boulders are like mountains.

There was a dense and compact rain of stone flowers in Mengjin Pass, and the sound of breaking the air, the sound of impact, screams and exclamations was endless, but it seemed that hundreds of Taoist priests had set up a water and land dojo at the head of the city, and the chimes, cymbals, cymbals and bells rang out together.

The falling boulders smashed on the city wall, like stone men walking on the city, beating wantonly, and each step brought up billowing dust and smoke and blood mist in the sky. The smoke and dust are like a curtain, the blood is like a rainbow, and it seems that several big families in Luoyang City have opened a colorful silk shop, and gray, black, purple and red are all blooming in the city.

The Xiliang soldiers only felt that the sky was spinning, the earth was shaking, and the sturdy Mengjin Pass was bombarded by the boulders, emitting bursts of wails, and the arrows were stomped, the female wall, and the ground had all smashed out deep grooves, like gluttony with a huge mouth open.

After the stone rain, three or five hundred soldiers lay in the grooves and groaned weakly, surrounded by the corpses of themselves or their comrades, blood, broken swords and stumps.

Xu Rong and the others looked at the stone thrower two hundred and fifty steps away, and sighed weakly.

When Mengjin Pass set up the checkpoint, it was mainly to guard against moth thieves, and coupled with the restrictions of the terrain, only four stone throwers were configured.

The rest of the long-range equipment only has more than a dozen bed crossbows, 100 crossbows and 50 large yellow crossbows, the range of bed crossbows is more than 1,000 steps, the big yellow crossbow can also be four or five hundred steps, and the crossbow is only two or three hundred steps

The well-prepared and well-fought Kwantung Coalition Army may not be able to handle it.

"Shoot the arrows!"

It's come to this, it's useless to think about it!

Xu Rong gritted his teeth, waved the long knife in his hand violently, and shouted. Stone throwers, bed crossbows, rhubarb crossbows and crossbows were stretched at the same time, and thousands of sharp arrows mixed with more than a dozen boulders fell from the city, pouring into the Yellow River, boats, rafts, pontoon bridges and crowds.

Three or five boulders smashed into the river like huge bombs, setting off bursts of stormy waves, and the waves several meters high crashed on the boats and rafts, which bounced up and down in the waves, as if they were about to be overturned in an instant.

The soldiers on the boats and rafts looked at the boulders that were getting bigger and bigger, and before they had time to shed their heavy armor, they jumped into the Yellow River one after another, struggling desperately in the river, up and down.

Several boulders also fell on the bridge, which smashed directly into the ranks of the Kwantung Coalition Army, smashed the pontoon bridge into a huge hole, and fell into the Yellow River with people and stones, leaving only the bloodstains of the soldiers on the wooden bridge.

However, it's not just the stone thrower that is in trouble, there are also rhubarb crossbows, bed crossbows, and tension crossbows.

More than 1,000 black and shiny arrows were shot out at the same time, like a flock of birds that pounced on the flying locusts, although they did not cover the sky and the sun, but the momentum was better than that of the flying locusts, and the shield in the hand made a thumping sound, and the shield in his hand could hardly hold it. A small number of soldiers were shot directly through the crossbow arrows, and poured on the bridge with unkempt blood.

"Attack!"

Before the first wave of the Xiliang army's counterattack stopped, Yuan Shao, Cao Cao and Wang Li shouted angrily at the same time. The flag bearer coldly watched Meng Jin's counterattack, and the colored flags in his hands fell heavily. The Kwantung coalition troops on the bridge shouted in unison, holding high the soldiers, bows, crossbows, and shields in their hands and rushing towards the pass.

The fisherman, who had been on standby for a long time, held on hard at the same time, and the penny in his hand became straight in an instant with a flick of a thousand springs in the middle of the river, and the boats and rafts came in an instant along the undulating waves, and the 40,000 troops jumped off the boats and rafts one after another, and climbed onto the large platform in front of the pass.

The real decisive battle at the northeast gate of Luoyang City officially kicked off.

Marshal Zhukov was right, war is really a huge meat grinder for junior officers and soldiers.

Mengjin closed 30,000 Xiliang elites, and Mengjin closed 90,000 Kwantung coalition soldiers became the flesh and blood in this meat grinder.

Close the flying arrows like rain, and all the crossbows that can be drawn are in the hands of the Xiliang soldiers, and the full moon under the feet of the crossbows; The sharp arrows under the gate are like a waterfall, and tens of thousands of sharp arrows glow with silver light like a flipped waterfall, flying upside down from the gate, and the layers are dense and impermeable, so that the Xiliang soldiers can't raise their heads.

A ladder had already been pushed over, and the sharp grappling hook hung on the city wall, and even hung directly on the body of the soldiers at the head of the city, crushing the soldiers at the head of the city into a ball of meat sauce. Countless infantry climbed the ladder, their bodies were vigorous, and they moved like rabbits.

One by one, the city trucks rushed to the gate, spitting out their hard tongues, and the logs wrapped in metal frantically slammed against the city gates, and the city gates let out a terrible but frightening wail. The soldiers, hiding under the cowhide of the storming carts, brandished broadswords and slashed at the city gates.

Flying hooks hung on the arrows, and more than a thousand soldiers had knives in their mouths, shields on their backs, and their hands and feet rushed straight to the city, like monkeys jumping in the forest.

Of course, the city was not idle.

Under the command of Xu Rong, Li Meng and others, the ruthless veterans, immature recruits and trembling folk men carried buckets of boiling oil and a piece

Logs, bundles of arrows, and stones poured down the ladders and walls.

Rolling oil is like a bull's head, logs are like a horse's face, arrows are like impermanence, and stones are destined for the ten halls of Yama. They leapt from the top of the city, slamming down on the ladders, under the city, and on the soldiers in the rushing cars, groaning, screaming, and shouting one after another.

They and they sketched the picture of the Shura battlefield on the Yellow River, and the poor good boy of the Central Plains, who went out to Kyoto for justice and survival, had turned into the scarlet color of the painting before he could see the good news.

The two sides were glued together, and the Yellow River was full of dense corpses on the head of the city and under the city wall.

……

It was past noon, the golden sun shone on the head of the city and under the city, and the swords and blood scattered on the side were shining brightly in the sun.

Wang Li and Cao Cao sighed, and were about to charge again, when a burst of horse neighing came from behind them, and when they looked back, Yuan Shao, Gongsun Zan and others also came from behind.

"This Xu Rong is worthy of being an expert in knowing soldiers, I haven't won it for a few hours with three times the strength, and it's really a hard bone to gnaw!"

Yuan Shao praised sincerely, Wang Li and Cao Cao also nodded in unison, not wanting to annoy the generals behind them.

With a long roar, several generals slapped their horses out and went straight to the city.

People are like tigers, horses are like dragons.

Zhao Yun, Xiahou, Zhang Liao, Le Jin, Cao Ren, Zhang Fei, and the seven generals of Gao Gan rushed to the city, and the bright silver spear, cold iron spear, crescent halberd, Zhangba snake spear, broadsword, and spear in their hands were propped up on the ground, jumped high from the horses, grabbed the flying hook on the city wall and wrapped it around their hands, and also jumped on the ladder.

The weapon in his hand is like a snake out of a hole, and the flying dragon is in the sky, blocking or blocking, picking or shaking, or chopping or splitting around the oncoming rolling wood, stones, boiling oil and arrows, and walking on the ladder like a smooth foot.

When the soldiers saw several generals rushing straight ahead, the army's heart was greatly boosted, and in an instant, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the shouts resounded through the Mengjin Ferry. They jumped up one after another, puffing on their swords, holding their swords, and following closely behind them with bows on their shoulders.

"Humph! Bring the arrows! ”

Seeing Zhao Yun and the others chasing the wind and lightning on the ladder and striding meteors, they didn't take Xiliang's arrow rain stone forest in their eyes at all, Li Meng was furious, took off the divine arm bow on his back, took the sharp arrow in the soldier's hand and put it on the string, aimed at Zhao Yun and shouted, and opened the bow like a full moon.

"Bang!"

An arrow flew out, drawing a silver arc in the air, and it passed away like a colorful cloud by moon.

Seeing that Zhao Yun was imminent, the arrow seemed to have a pair of snobbish eyes, and suddenly flashed past Zhao Yun, and also bypassed the soldiers behind Zhao Yun, and plunged into the river, causing a ripple in the river.

A large Yellow River carp floated on the surface of the water, and a sharp arrow was stuck in the belly of the fat Yellow River carp.

This is the archery of General Xiliang?

Could it be that Li Meng's predecessor was actually a fisherman?

The soldier was in an uproar, and turned his head to look over, only to see that the longbow in Li Meng's hand had fallen into the dust, and a sharp blade had emerged from his chest, and blood was dripping down his chest, splashing a little dust.

Li Meng slowly turned around, looked at the familiar face in front of him, the corners of his mouth were bloody, his heart was like a knife, and he asked in a muttered voice.

"Why?"