The guards who followed Han Ningshuang were all elites in the Han army, skilled in martial arts, and protected themselves with iron armor. The generals of the Han army and the ironclad guards rushed to the front, and the soldiers behind were naturally brave. Under the city walls, some people re-erected ladders, some pushed siege engines and began to ram the gates, and others bent their bows and arrows to shoot at the city.

Wanyan Zongbi looked at the front with a complicated expression, and said secretly: "I didn't expect the Han army to be so capable of fighting!" "Command the golden soldiers and archers to line up in an arrow array under the city, bend their bows and arrows, and release arrows towards the city to cover the city. At this time, the generals of the Jin army also urged the soldiers to rush up, Wanyan Zonghan was wearing three layers of iron armor, holding an iron knife in his mouth, ready to climb the ladder in person, the signing army of the brigade was crowded under the city, dozens of ladders were set up on the city wall almost at the same time, the ladder was pushed down again and again, the corpses that fell were like rain, and the elite of the Jin soldiers were still fearless to attack on the head.

Tong Yunjie brandished a horizontal knife and said loudly with an anxious face: "Hit on time again!" "The artillery commanders did not dare to argue and tried desperately to correct the aiming of the artillery. However, the artillery of this era was inherently flawed, and the round iron shells were not as stable as the shells of later generations, and most of the powerful shells fell far from the castle tower.

Seeing this, Zhao Xingde said to Tong Yunjie with a calm face: "You command to continue to bombard the city tower." He shouted to Liu Zhijian: "Let's get closer and fight again!" Liu Zhijian immediately ordered the artillery commanders to ignite and release the ammunition that had been filled, and after washing the chambers, the Xia army artillerymen immediately moved the four three-inch guns that accompanied them out of their positions and set up horses. Zhao Xingde personally led the artillerymen towards the city wall. It was only after advancing until it was still a hundred paces away from the west gate that he stopped, re-positioned, and began to bombard the gate. At this distance, the accuracy of the artillery was more than doubled, and the shells fell on the city tower one after another, the wood, stone, bricks and tiles flew everywhere, and the Khitan soldiers on the city tower avoided one after another. The four three-inch artillery shells were more than twice as powerful as the original golden soldiers under the city.

"Unexpected," Wan Yan Zongbi looked back, "Xia Guo's artillery is actually so powerful. A look of complexity flashed. He forcefully removed these distracting thoughts from his mind, exhaled and opened his voice, his arms were strong, and he stretched the bow arm to creak, aiming at a Khitan soldier at the head of the city, and shot out with a "whoosh" arrow, the Khitan soldier did not expect a poisonous arrow to fly from the oblique thorn, and was shot at the door defenselessly, and the corpse lay in the battlement. Wanyan Zongbi exhaled with relief and opened the bow again, his arms already feeling a little sore.

Although the Khitan soldiers at the head of the city were terrified by the artillery and arrows, they still threw stones, rolling wood, and boiling gold juice continuously, and sometimes even poured fire oil on fire. The bottom of the Xicheng Tower was almost burned into a sea of fire, the Han army was clustered outside the Xicheng Tower, still fighting to the death, some were climbing the ladder, some were pushing the siege vehicles, some were digging the city foundation with pickaxes, some were hiding in the city gate holes, waiting for the city gate to be opened, and some were rolling all over the ground trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies. A group of men with shields and arrows shot at the city.

"Let's go!" Gao Bolong stared at the two gates tightly, like a gambler with red eyes.

"Open the gates!" There were Han soldiers desperately banging on the city gates, shouting loudly. "Open the gates, open the gates!"

Han Ningshuang gritted her teeth and watched as the elite of the Han army continued to fall every minute, and her white clothes and armor were stained with a little blood. A team of Han troops pushed the siege cart and stayed under the city tower for less than a stick of incense, and the siege wagon's battle wall was smashed by the stone, and most of the soldiers were shot down. The Khitan soldiers knew the power of the siege vehicles, and the arrows came down in this direction, and the surrounding Han troops did not dare to approach.

Seeing this scene, Han Ningshuang turned to Wang Ji and said, "Go and hit the city gate!" Wang Ji and the other guards surrounded her with large shields, and they stood less than thirty paces from the city wall, arrows flying wildly, and even cannonballs flew from the masonry of the city wall. Wang Ji was stunned for a moment, the sound of artillery roared in his ears, and he said loudly: "We must protect the marshal, and we must not leave without permission!" Han Ningshuang's willow eyebrows were slightly raised, she didn't speak, she put the long sword back into its scabbard, and walked quickly towards the siege vehicle.

The remaining Han troops were hiding behind the siege engines, and Daniel Zhang looked towards the city, wanting to wait until the artillery fire dispersed the Khitan archers before pushing the siege vehicles closer to the city walls. At this time, a loud shout came from beside him: "Let's work hard, let's hit the city together!" Daniel Zhang looked back in shock. Han Ningshuang's face had already darkened, but she was still immediately recognized by the soldiers, only to see her hands on the handles of the siege vehicle, gritting her teeth and saying, "If the city gate is not opened, we will knock it open!" ”

"Yes!" Daniel Zhang and other soldiers did not dare to disobey, at this time Wang Ji and other guards also rushed over, Han Ningshuang had already acted, they did not dare to slacken, some pushed the siege vehicle together, and some raised their shields to shield the marshal from arrows. Everyone worked together to push the siege cart under the city gate hole in the face of arrows and stones, and the fierce fighting sound inside could be heard through the city gate.

"One!" "Two!" "Three!" Han Ningshuang said loudly and personally pushed the battering ram.

"One! Two! Three! All the Han soldiers responded in unison, and the huge wooden pillar was swung high backwards, and under the help of the soldiers and the huge inertia, it slammed into the city gate, making a huge roar, and the city gate shook violently, but only a small gap was opened.

When Zhao Xingde saw this scene, he shouted: "Get closer, let's bombard the city gate directly!" He waved to the Han Army shield hand next to him and said, "Follow us, cover us!" Although this team of Han shieldmen did not know Zhao Xingde, they still obeyed the order and rushed to the front, raising their shields to protect the gunners on all sides.

"Yes!" Liu Zhijian said in a deep voice, commanding the Xia Guo gunners to push the three-inch cannon again and move towards the city gate, there were more and more arrows along the way, but everyone ignored it, and pushed the artillery together and walked towards the city gate step by step. There is no need to aim before this is close, the gun commanders are calm and desperate to quickly reload the artillery, Zhao Xingde hunched his waist and ran to the bottom of the city gate, his ears are full of arrows and gravel, ping pong banging on the city wall, the ground, if the sound of "poof", it is a shot at someone.

"Stand back, stand back!" He shouted at Han Ningshuang from behind. "Who dares to say goodbye!" Han Ningshuang pulled out his sword, turned his head with an angry face, and saw that it was Zhao Xingde, so he didn't scold, Zhao Xingde nodded at her, turned around and pointed to the four three-inch cannons that had been erected, and ran back with arrows and stones. Han Ningshuang's eyes moved slightly, and she turned around and shouted, "Retreat to the side!" When the Han soldiers heard the order, they immediately ran towards both sides of the city wall, these people all had some common sense, and they only hid under the city wall, and the Liao army would not be able to shoot if they did not lean out. Fortunately, under the circular bombardment of ten four-inch guns not far away, the Liao army at the head of the city did not have much space to prepare gold juice and oil. But if a pot of golden juice and oil is poured down, everyone will be reimbursed to see the king of Hades. On the battlefield, let's talk about luck.

"Fire!" Zhao Xingde shouted loudly, the four three-inch cannons were already directly under his command, and the gun commanders did not hesitate to ignite the medicine primer. The shield players of the Han army around him, Gao Bolong not far away with the ironclad soldiers of the Han army, and the elite of the golden soldiers led by Wanyan Zonghan all looked at this scene, and their hearts hung in the air.

Inside the city gate, the cavalry of the Liao army in clusters is slashing at the slaves crowded at the entrance of the inner city gate, the iron hooves step across the stone road, making a loud sound, under the light of the knife, blood splashes, and the slaves who have no combat experience have no power to fight back, only stubbornly huddle at the entrance of the city gate, blocking the advance of the Liao cavalry with their own flesh and blood.

"Bang!" "Bang! Bang! The cannonballs slammed against the gates with a loud sound, but they could not break the heavy iron and wood gates, but they only shook and trembled, and the dust in the holes in the gates kept falling.

"Open the gates!" "Open the gates!" The slaves crowded into the hole in the city gate, desperately trying to remove the sand and gravel pushed by the Liao army behind the city gate. The Liao army outside was constantly slashing and killing slaves, and every minute and every moment was piled up with human lives. At the same time, several people stood under the city gate bar, struggling to lift up, and at this moment, not far away, more than a dozen arrows seemed to have eyes, and shot into the back of the hearts of these people, some fell to the ground instantly, and some were nailed to the city gate. A team of dismounted Khitan archers were firing their bows and arrows under the city gate bar.

"Again!" Zhou Wang's eyes breathed fire, "Left and right are a death, follow me!" The four slaves followed him to the bottom of the gate, and they moved the still warm corpse aside, and by this time death could not be feared. Zhou Wang looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "Listen to me, one, two, three, up!" The five of them stood up together, carrying the thick door bar on their shoulders, and they all sank. The pole was made of thick iron and wood, and it was so heavy that it was lifted up slightly, and did not come out of the socket. At this time, arrows shot again in the distance, "poof" a few times, two or three people in the middle. Zhou Wang's shoulder was also hit by an arrow, he looked at the Khitan arch in the distance, who was bending the bow and arrow, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Come again, one, two, three!" ”

It is also fortunate that these five people were not fatally injured, and they worked hard together, and immediately lifted the door bar, and threw it hard, only to hear a clang, one end of the door bar fell to the ground, and everyone rushed to the ground, at this time the Khitan arrows had been shot down, and a slave could not dodge, and he was hit by several arrows, and he couldn't see that he was alive.

"Open the gates!" "Open the gates!" Zhou Wang's eyes were bloody, he was hit by an arrow in his thigh, fell to the ground, and still shouted loudly. Several slaves were about to get up and open the gates when they were shot down by arrows. Seeing that the khitan archers were not good, they did not care about the fatigue of their arms, and the arrows poured down in this gate hole like beads, and all the slaves who stood were shot down. In the distance, the cavalry was once again concentrated, and the commander-in-command officer had a gloomy face, ready to launch a final charge and crush the rebellious slaves in one fell swoop.