Under Tongguan, the bloody battle continues.

The battle of siege has never been easy, let alone a pass like Tongguan.

It is better to attack ten cities than to fight a pass.

The reason is very simple, the siege can still encircle three que, and the pass often has only one side, even if the attacker has more troops, it is difficult to exert it to the fullest, can only use flesh and blood, with the siege equipment created, little by little to attack, piece by piece to chisel the city bricks.

Human life is not even as good as a green brick. It's just that sometimes I don't take my life seriously, and sometimes it's others who don't take it seriously.

Dozens of soldiers, standing under the city, holding a huge oar shield in both hands, obliquely erected on the city wall, protecting the soldiers and people behind them under the shield, unloading all the arrows and rolling wood stones on the city, and under the oar shield, these soldiers and people are desperately digging the foundation of Tongguan......

"Disperse!"

Suddenly, someone was pulling their necks and howling, but it was too late, and the torches that were dropped almost at the same time with the fire oil quickly engulfed all the small formations that could resist arrows and rolling wood and stones!

It didn't take long for the terrible screams to sound, and then gradually lost their breath in the flames, leaving only clumps of black charcoal-like bodies that were either rickety or curled up.

And such a body is not a few under Tongguan.

The dark and twisted arms, some pointing diagonally to the sky, seem to be indicting their own injustice, and like a curse on the living......

"Send another team!"

Yang Jun said indifferently as if he hadn't seen the flames steaming.

Without a source of food and grass, and without the knowledge of the soldiers below, what is the best thing to do?

Let the cannon fodder die!

On the one hand, it can reduce the consumption of grain and grass, and on the other hand, it can also consume all kinds of equipment of the Tongguan garrison. Judging from the past two days, although there is still fire oil on Tongguan for defense, the number and frequency of use are decreasing.

It works!

And what works naturally has to be continued.

Looking at another team of people and auxiliaries, under the supervision of the main soldiers, they let out a desperate cry and staggered forward, Yang Jun's heart didn't know why, but he couldn't calm down.

If it weren't for these auxiliaries and people, no matter how many of these people died, Yang Junxin wouldn't have much regret. What he deplored even more was the burned grain and grass, and the armor warriors who were supervising the war.

In the past two days, the morale of his side has continued to be low.

Yang Jun knew, but was unmoved.

There are many people who die, so there is no demoralization?

But what if morale drops?

It's like there is only one way for him to attack Tongguan, then these auxiliaries and people who don't have much morale are also only one way, as long as the main pawn is controlled, these things that don't have much combat power can only be obedient and obedient, obediently and in batches to consume Tongguan's strength and equipment!

Huangfu Song used this method to capture Tongguan, there is no reason why he Yang Jun can't do it!

Don't look at Yang Jun's face now, as if nothing happened, but his heart was churning. The rear army sent out by himself has not delivered news for more than a day, although in some cases, no news is good news, and news is generally bad news, but this feeling of being in a state of confusion will make people gradually lose their self-confidence and lose themselves.

Although he repeatedly cheered himself up, Yang Jun always had a premonition, a bad premonition, and this premonition soon became a reality.

Amid the noise of the soldiers and horses, Yang Jun suddenly turned around and saw a group of scouts galloping profusely, and also saw the towering smoke and dust rising from the sky in the distance......

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In the city of Tongguan, the pressure on Ma Yan has not been much easier in the past few days.

Each of them knows their own things, and each of them has their own difficulties.

The regular soldiers of Hongnong and Heluo brought by Yang Jun this time were not at the same level as the ordinary militia last time, although there were only about three or four thousand, but the pressure was greater than that of tens of thousands of militiamen, and the threat was greater.

The key is that Tongguan has only experienced the last high-intensity campaign, and many places have not been completely repaired, don't look at some places have been filled, but Ma Yan knows that under the soil layer, there are some places that are only temporarily supported by wooden shelves, not all solid rammed earth.

Therefore, whenever Yang Jun sent excavation soldiers to this area, Ma Yan wanted to save the use of fire oil, otherwise once the bricks and soil covered on the outside were dug up, the wooden frame in it would not be able to resist for long!

As time went by, the anxiety in Ma Yan's heart was also accumulating little by little, and it was inevitable that he was not as calm and relaxed as he was at the beginning, and the number of times he yelled at the soldiers, and even the number of direct kicks and beatings, was unconsciously increasing.

How long can you keep it?

How long do you have to keep it?

There was no one to give Ma Yan an answer, and Ma Yan had nowhere to look for it.

It's just that when the long horn sounded in the distance to the east, Ma Yan, who hadn't laughed for many days, suddenly laughed, and clapped his hands excitedly: "Someone!" Fuck it, drum it for Lao Tzu! Hahaha! Zhang Wenyuan, yes, Zhang Wenyuan! ”

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Yang Jun stood under the command of the Chinese army, just looking to the east, as for the auxiliary soldiers and people who were originally sent to Tongguan, they didn't know when they had stopped, and they stood in a daze and didn't pay attention to it.

Yang Jun's slightly emaciated body trembled slightly unconsciously, he clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Why...... Why...... How so! ”

The rumbling war drums above the head of Tongguan City suddenly woke Yang Jun up, and he suddenly came back to his senses and shouted: "Queue up!" Lined up! Don't let the enemy rush the camp! “

But the Yang soldiers, at this moment, most of them seem to be trapped in glue all over their bodies, and even their movements are extremely stiff, and even the pawns who were originally in good order are now a little messy and overwhelmed.

Everyone knows what it means when General Zhengxi's troops appear in the rear.

But no one knows how to resist when the cavalry of General Zhengxi is roaring towards him......

At any time, when a well-equipped cavalry appears on the battlefield, it is a great deterrent for both the commander and the soldiers.

Yang Jun's soldiers looked at the tricolor banner raised high in the distance, and watched the cavalry commander in the middle lead the men and horses, slowly advancing, not in a hurry or slowly; Looking at the forest-like riding spear pointing straight to the sky, shining with a terrifying cold light; Several cavalrymen who watched the advance rush to the front of the formation, pulled out a few flags from behind, and threw them in the open space of the rear camp like rags......

These banners of the Yang clan were all familiar to them, and they immediately caused a commotion.

Several soldiers stepped forward cautiously, and then quickly rolled these flags in their arms and brought them to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun looked at it, only felt that his body was shaking, he stood encouragingly, and tried to straighten his waist, because he knew that if his waist was bent down, it would not be so easy to straighten it again.

On the ground, there are rear army flags sent out by themselves......

The most important thing is that there is also the Blue Bird Banner representing Yang Gong's cavalry......

Yang Jun closed his eyes in pain,

How much Yang Biao cherishes this cavalry, and how much he values this cavalry, and even personally decided to use the blue bird as the logo, which can be seen, however, now this blue bird banner is like a sparrow that has been stripped of its feathers......

Yang Gong has already taken out all his family resources, and behind the cavalry of these generals who are conquering the west, how many soldiers, how many war horses, and how many cards have not been taken out?

Yang Jun looked up at a big banner with the word "Han" written on his head, and suddenly tears rained down.

"Big Han, ......"

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Luoyang, which was five hundred miles away, seemed to have felt Yang Jun's pathos, and it rained lightly, endlessly.

Luoyang City no longer has the graceful and luxurious temperament before, but is a little bleak, just like an Internet celebrity beauty who was originally extremely exquisite, took off her makeup, washed her face, and turned off the beauty filter.

Outside the city gate, the traces of the fire in the past have not been eliminated, like a scar spread on the city wall, the green bricks of the city wall have not been completely repaired, in the spring rain and fog, not only did not become more poetic because of the hazy, but more and more decadent and miserable.

Although the rain was not heavy, it also hindered many repair projects, and also cut off some people, only some scattered labor, half-dead or dragging or dragging and shivering in the rain, struggling in the mud and water.

The rain and fog in the distance suddenly moved, and then there was the sound of footsteps trampling on the muddy water, and a line of figures appeared in the rain and fog......

The defenders at the head of the city of Luoyang, while complaining, ran out of the shelter from the rain, lying on the battlements, on guard, and looked down.

I saw that in the rain, stumbling over thirty or forty people, the first one was still under the banner of the Han army, but the flag was already in tatters, and the personnel were all embarrassed, the clothes on the body were said to be worn, it was better to say that they were hanging on the top, absorbing the rain and swaying, more than a dozen of them were crookedly wearing helmets, as if they would fall off at any time. Everyone shuffled and walked forward with their knives and spears, as if they were not blades, but crutches.

The soldiers defending the city in Luoyang suddenly relaxed, but they looked at each other a little, and they were a group of fleeing routs, but they didn't know where they came from......

The tun chief on duty lay on the battlements and shouted: "Fucking stand!" Don't go forward, storm the city gate, don't complain if you are shot! Report the number first, where the hell did you come from? ”

That's what he said, but in fact, there was no one on the city wall with a bow and arrow, and there was not even a move to close the city gates, isn't it just a rout of thirty or forty people who don't know where they came from, is it worth making such a fuss?

"A certain is a guard of Gong County!" One of the people in the queue replied in a loud voice, "There are thieves from Gongxian County, and they are besieging the city!" A certain brother was ordered to break through and report the news! Fuck the thief...... There were still a hundred people at the time of the breakout, and now ...... Hurry up and report it, and don't let some brother die in vain......"

"Gong County, thief?" The tun chief on duty widened his eyes, "Where did the thief come from?" Actually arrived in Gong County?! ”

"Damn, where do you know...... Suddenly it came, and the flag didn't come out......"

"Don't have a flag? ...... Hey, these days...... Okay, I can't say anything, hurry over the trench, go into the city and report to the head, and see what the regulations are......"

Luoyang City was originally surrounded by Luoshui as a moat, but after the fire, no one maintained it for a long time, and the trench also collapsed some, and now it is being re-excavated, so the water inlet is blocked, and it is only a deep ditch at the moment, and there is no water storage.

When thirty or forty people heard this, they walked on in a disorderly manner.

In front of the trench, the team guarding the wooden bridge and the city gate looked a little old, or the petty officials of the city gate at the feet of the Son of Heaven were also somewhat dignified, at least a body of leather armor, a scarf tied on the head, and clogs under the feet, somewhat looking, seeing the embarrassed appearance of these people, they did not stop and interrogate them carefully, just shook their heads and sighed, and then muttered something...... Why bother...... ...... so far", he waved his hand happily and motioned for these people to enter the city.

At this moment, a military attache came out of the city, two guards holding oil umbrellas high to shield themselves from the wind and rain, and the big red cloak on his body was stained with some rain, as if the color of blood had fainted out.

"What? Stopped! Seeing this, the military attache immediately frowned and asked, "Why did anyone let anyone in!" ”

Before the chief of the city could speak, there was silence for a moment among the thirty or forty people who were originally embarrassed, and suddenly someone shouted in his interrupted voice: "Kill him!" Grab the door! ”

The soldiers who disguised themselves as fleeing for their lives suddenly shouted in unison, and rushed forward viciously!

In the rain and fog, there was a faint sound like thunder in the distance......

Xiahou Yuan rode out of the rain and mist, then looked at the chaotic city gate, laughed, drew his war knife with a bang, and shouted: "Sons, the time has come to get rich!" Hurry! Get all the milk out of you! Grab the door for Lao Tzu! ”

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"Yang Gong! Yang Gong! Big things are not good! Big things are not good! Ahh......h

“…… Yang Gong," the attendant who reported the news didn't care about his embarrassment and pain, and hurriedly stood up and raised his head and said, "Someone is robbing the city!" Grab the city! There were quite a few cavalrymen, no less than a thousand! ”

"At that door?" Yang Biao stood up suddenly, "Go to the West Gate?" Yongmen? Guangyangmen? ”

"Both...... It's not ......" The attendant gritted his teeth and got up, and hurriedly said, "It's the ...... of the Middle East."

"Middle East Gate, how can it be in Middle East Gate?" Yang Biao asked in disbelief, "You said it's not the west?" Isn't it the men and horses of General Zhengxi? Who's in the name of whom? ”

"Flag, flag, flag...... It's the Pingdong general Cao ......"

At this moment, the noisy sound at the city gate finally came, and in the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles like accompaniment music, a rhythmic slogan resounded in the sky above Luoyang City: "Clear traitors, protect Mingjun!" Kuang Sheji, protect the big man! ”

Hearing this, Yang Biao almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood......