Blood flowed freely down the potholes and ravines on the ground, gathering in the trenches, and a famous soldier did not look at the fallen companion, and quickly crossed the trench, rushing to his own ladder amid the slogans of the generals and the lords.

The wooden rolling stones prepared in the city were smashed down as if they didn't need money, and next to each ladder were corpses, and even in order to make space, some corpses had to be dragged away.

"For the flying general!" A general took the lead in jumping up to the battlements, and slashed a Northern Zhou sword and shield hand with a knife in his hand, and then the two soldiers who were carrying the sagile wood to come saw that it was not good, and lost the sagile wood and turned around to leave, but the general had already set his eyes on them, and rushed up in three steps and two steps, chopping melons and vegetables.

"Seal the entrance!" Above the city, Han Baohu's pupils shrank slightly.

The arrows roared, and the latter soldier who rushed up with the general screamed and fell with the arrow, and the general did not seem to care that there was no companion behind him, and continued to rush left and right in the crowd. A Northern Zhou general pushed away the somewhat chaotic crowd, and the knife in his hand slashed directly at the general's waist and abdomen.

The general roared, dodged the fatal blow sideways, and cut off the general's arm Qi Gen with a knife in his hand, blood splattered, spilling all over his face, and before the general could turn around, several spearmen of the Northern Circumference stabbed their spears into his back at the same time!

The sharp tip of the spear pierced the flesh.

The general's mouth was full of blood, and for a while he didn't know if it was his or those enemies just now, looking at the Northern Zhou general with his sleeves covered and his hideous face, he smiled silently, and then fell to the ground, and his eyes were round from beginning to end!

More soldiers rushed up from this gap, which was unguarded for a while, and when they saw the generals who had fallen to the ground, their eyes suddenly turned red. This general has led them to fight Bajun and Langzhong, and they have not died in so many vicious battles, and now they are down here, which is an out-and-out shame for every soldier under his command.

"Kill!" A soldier angrily rushed into the crowd.

Looking at these Bashu soldiers who were desperately rushing to kill, Han Baohu's fingers holding the hilt couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The enemies in front of him were obviously more desperate than he had imagined, or rather, they were a group of madmen, forming one triangular array after another, constantly rushing through the city walls, blood splattering every time the sword fell.

"Crossbowman, release the arrows!" Han Baohu only felt that his teeth were about to be crushed, and these words were almost squeezed out of his teeth.

"General?" The surrounding generals and battle masters were taken aback, and releasing arrows might be the best way to stop these enemies from continuing to advance, but at this time, there were two or three times as many of the enemy's own soldiers and the enemy mixed together, if they rashly released arrows, I am afraid that more of their own people would die than these enemies.

They didn't believe that Han Baohu would not understand this truth, but they still subconsciously wanted to ask to get a definite answer.

"Shoot the arrows!" Han Baohu's voice was low, but very decisive.

"Shoot the arrows!" The master commanding the crossbowmen waved his hand decisively.

Hundreds of crossbowmen who had been waiting for a long time loosened their bowstrings at the same time as they faced the chaotic crowd, and countless arrows whizzed into the crowd. The arrow hit the human body, making a dull sound of "poof", and people kept falling backwards, and the crowd that was originally fighting even stopped at this time, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where the arrow flew over.

The faces of the Bashu soldiers were even more joyful, even if they died here, they dragged two or three enemies to their backs. And those Northern Zhou soldiers had more despair on their faces.

A kind of despair that has fallen victim to itself.

A moment later, there was no one left standing at the breach of the city, and the black corpses and flowing blood silently proved the cruelty of the scene just now.

Han Baohu's face was a little pale, but he still stabilized his figure, and the eyes of the surrounding generals looking at him were a little more awe and even fear in addition to the original trust.

This may be the simplest and most effective way to stop the enemy, but not every general in this position can make such a decision.

At this time, the whole battlefield was also much quieter, the rapid drumbeat outside the pass had subsided, and the Bashu army retreated in an orderly manner, leaving behind many destroyed ladders.

But obviously they did not return in vain, in addition to leaving a lot of corpses in the process of arriving at Guancheng, the Bashu army can be said to have fought very well, several breakthroughs through the battlements, but also caused a lot of damage to the Northern Zhou soldiers, especially just now even forced Han Baohu to order the arrow to shoot his own family and the Bashu soldiers together, otherwise at this time more Bashu troops poured onto the wall, and it is difficult to say what the final result is.

Just by looking at the corpses on the top of the city, which even covered the entire ground, and the arrows and stones scattered everywhere, we knew that the losses of the defenders were certainly not small.

"General?" A general subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to ask if he needed to go out of the city to pursue.

"Clean up the battlefield and straighten out the equipment," Han Baohu waved his hand directly. He didn't know if Xiao Shilian still had the energy to command the battle, but at least he only felt that the slightest wisp of exhaustion was eroding him, "Bury the pot and make rice, let the brothers hurry up and rest." ”

"No!"

And Han Baohu himself quietly looked at the battlefield under the pass.

This Xiao Shilian ······ It's a tough opponent.

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"Yangpingguan is as expected, it's a hard bone." Tang Zhong leaned on the candle flame and looked at the map, which roughly outlined the topography of the mountains and rivers near Yangping Pass, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Today he also led the team to participate in the attack, but he has personally experienced the solidity of this Xiongguan Mandao.

"Yangping Pass is the only line of defense for Han Baohu, and it would be strange if it was defeated once or twice." Xiao Shilian said lightly, "This Han Baohu seems to want to die and be born." ”

Once the defenders of the city lose the battle outside the city, then there is only one option to retreat to the city, especially for some cities located on the plain and without shelter, which is tantamount to waiting to be surrounded on all sides.

Once the grain and grass transportation roads and reinforcement roads are cut off, it is only a matter of time before the city is breached, especially for those cities that do not have mountains and rivers as barriers, no matter how strong the rammed earth walls are, there is no way to resist the wear and tear of the siege equipment for many years.

Therefore, if the field battle outside the city can block the enemy, it is the real victory of defending the city. For example, in the Battle of Hefei three hundred years ago, Zhang Liao did not retreat to Hefei Jiancheng, but defeated Sun Quan in Xiaoyaojin in one fell swoop, and made himself famous in the southeast, which also made Sun Quan unable to go north in a short period of time, let alone continue to surround the city.

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