Gucheng, an important town in the north of Qi State, where Liyang and Fu personally led an army of 3,000 assembled here.

Although half of the 4,000 men were new recruits, their basic military training had been completed, and although their combat effectiveness was much worse than that of the veterans, they were barely able to be sent to the battlefield.

The Qi State sent troops to support the pouring of irrigation, not to fight to the death with Youqi, as long as the energy was exhausted and retreated, their task was completed.

And this time, Yang Hao sent fifty grenadiers, and no one carried five well-made grenades.

This is the first time that thermal weapons have been truly applied to the battlefield, and Yang Hao doesn't know how much effect weapons that are ahead of several eras can play in this time and space.

Half a day after the wolf smoke was lit, thousands of troops marched hurriedly to open the direction.

"Maybe I'll be able to meet that guy this time!"

Floating on the horse, he frowned and pondered on the side.

Li Yang said expressionlessly: "That's just a traitor, if you meet it, you will be an enemy, either he will die or I will die."

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Fu sighed: "One wrong step and one wrong step, I think at the beginning, he was the most valued person among us, but it's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

The two were silent all the way, urging the army to speed up the march.

Pour out the city.

Three days have passed since Youqiu launched his first tentative attack.

Tens of thousands of troops blocked the water around the small city, and there was no hope of breaking through the siege.

The morale of the defenders was declining day by day.

When Matsu saw that the enemy had begun to cut down trees, he knew that the battle would be a bitter one.

Whether it can hold this place in the dense enemy attack, Song seems to be a little lacking in confidence.

Standing on the city wall and looking south, there was no hint of the arrival of a large army except for the dead grass and woodland that could not be seen at a glance.

The cold wind blew, tightening the clothes on his body, and he was a little nostalgic for the spirits in the restaurants in Chang'an City.

In such a cold weather, it is very comfortable to take a sip of warmth.

He walked up to the city and looked at the black enemy camp in front of him, his face heavy.

"Platoon Commander Song, the Qi army hasn't arrived yet?"

Song shook his head and said, "Wait patiently, since the wolf smoke is lit, the Great Qi army will definitely come back, what we can do is to hold this city before the arrival of the great army."

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He leaned against the wall and looked at the enemy troops under the city with resentment.

"Damn the torture!"

On the fourth day of the siege, there was another movement on the poor side, which suddenly made the defenders nervous.

I saw that from the black oppressive enemy army, three armies of about 1,000 people were divided, and these hands were all holding long ladders.

Song's face was extremely solemn, the enemy had siege equipment, and looking at this posture, he wanted to attack his colleagues from three directions and break through the pouring in one fell swoop.

Song looked at the nervous soldiers on the city wall and sighed secretly.

The psychological quality of these people is too different from the regular army of Qi State, even when facing many enemies in Zhuxia Xuan at the beginning, they are not afraid of becoming like them.

Moreover, after the sound of the enemy's horn, the city was even more chaotic, and there was no intention of co-existence and death with this city.

Song suddenly remembered the difficult words that the political commissars in the army often put on their lips to unify their thoughts.

Looking at these people now, Song somewhat understood the meaning of the word.

These people are just a plate of scattered sand, even if they are forced to gather together to defend this city, but how long they can defend it is not bottom.

But what surprised him was the slave army, although these slave soldiers were only used as reserve soldiers, but not many of them showed fearful expressions, and even some people had a faint look of expectation on their faces.

Song thought about it and knew what the reason was, for these slaves, as long as they won the war, they were free people, not lowly slaves, they had their own goals.

On the other hand, most people don't know what to fight for, and now they can still stand here in the face of tens of thousands of troops, maybe it's just a kind of subconscious obedience, and there is no consciousness of fighting to the death without retreating.

And by this time, the enemy had already begun to attack.

The enemy, attacking from three directions, looked like ants in black from a distance.

I don't know what kind of temptation the poor clan promised to these charging people, which made the people who rushed forward with the ladder as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Archers prepare! Get ready! ”

Song shouted.

I don't know if they were frightened by the enemy's attack, and the defenders couldn't even hold their bows and arrows.

Song was furious, slapped an archer twice, and roared, "Meet the enemy!" To Lao Tzu to meet the enemy! Kill one person and reward a can of rice, and kill ten people and reward a sheep. ”

Song's words seemed to be dead, and the archers' panicked mood was much more stable, and they looked nervously at the rushing enemy.

After the enemy entered the range of the bow and arrow, Song immediately ordered the arrow to be released.

But the enemy had clearly learned wisely, and the charging enemy, holding a trading shield made of tree bark, continued to scream at the wall in the face of a rain of arrows.

In the face of shielded enemies, the lethality of the bow and arrow is much weakened.

A round of arrows rained down, but it did not stop the enemy's attack at all.

Poor archers rushed to range and used their bows to suppress the defenders at the head of the city, creating an opportunity to ascend the city.

There are poor tribes who are good at archery, although their arrows are bone arrows and stone arrows, but the defenders who shoot from the bottom up still can't raise their heads.

The ladder set up the city wall, and the poor soldiers, who were not afraid of death, held stone axes and climbed up with strange screams.

But where did the defenders dare to let these people climb up, using the wooden poles used to defend the city, and pushing the ladder away from the city wall.

The attacking poor soldiers screamed and fell to the frozen hard ground, wailing.

But the enemy's attack was fierce, and the defenders on the walls suffered heavy casualties, and even an arrow hung crookedly between the armor pieces in front of the chest.

The enemy's attack was so fierce that even though he was prepared enough to defend the city, the number of casualties continued to increase.

If this continues, it is only a matter of time before the city is broken.

And those pouring soldiers have long had no fighting spirit in the face of their comrades falling one by one.

Song slashed several people in succession, but still could not stop the momentum of defeat.

Just when he was helpless, the slave army suddenly poured up the walls, even with their rudimentary weapons, but their fighting spirits were high.

Shouting "Kill the enemy, freedom!" "Fight the enemy who rushed up the walls.

Instantly reversed the situation that was about to collapse.

Song's heart was suddenly excited, and he carried a long sword to fight the enemy himself.

It's just that in the face of a steady stream of enemies, with a bloody army of slaves, he still can't stop the enemy from climbing the city wall.

Just when Song thought that everything was over, he suddenly saw a big flag appear in the south, and the black Qi characters made him burst into tears.

The Qi army arrived.