In the morning, the fog is much thinner today than it was yesterday.

As soon as the sun was above the horizon, the sound of a whining horn shattered the silence of the morning.

Listening to the sound of the horn, Yang Hao suddenly got up from the wooden bed, turned over and sat up, put on his helmet, and carried a long sword to get out of the camp.

Since the beginning of the war, he has never taken off his armor, and he is ready to fight to the death.

"What's going on?"

Hurriedly came to the city wall and hurriedly asked.

Li Yang pointed to the enemy camp, and the enemy seemed to be about to attack, and there was a fire before dawn on the enemy camp.

Yang Hao looked at the faint figure in the fog, and said with a gloomy face: "It seems that our fire general Ji Qi is burning, there will be a bloody battle today, and I ordered all departments to prepare for defense." ”

Li Chen gave a military salute and immediately began to direct the soldiers to prepare for defense.

About half an hour later, the fog dispersed a little, and looking at the army slowly moving towards Chang'an City on the opposite side, Yang Hao nervously clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Holy shit, come on, I'm here to see how good you are, this battle is either you die or I die, damn, I'm fucking worth my life."

After a whining horn, the Xia Dynasty army launched an attack on Chang'an City from three roads.

Seeing this, Yang Hao sneered.

"The division of troops is a smart study."

Xia Qi's military ability surprised Yang Hao very much, if he changed places, without the help of the knowledge of later generations, he thought that he would definitely not be Xia Qi's opponent.

But for this kind of attack, Yang Hao has long been prepared.

The only way for the enemy to break through Chang'an City is to break open the city gates, vainly hoping to fight his own soldiers on the city walls, and he will teach them to be a new man.

In the other two directions, Yang Hao only sent a platoon of troops to defend each.

Concentrate the main forces on the right to defend against the frontal enemy.

The corpses under the city walls had not yet been cleaned up, and the smell of decay had already emitted after a few days.

Some scavengers, wandering among the corpses to feast on their heart's content.

And with the shouts of killing, these animals were frightened and panicked.

"Archers prepare."

The officers of the various divisions stared at the enemy who was rushing towards this side with the ladder on their shoulders.

"Whoosh!"

The battle of attack and defense began, and the dense arrows flew towards the enemy like raindrops.

The enemy, who had no protection, immediately fell to the ground and howled miserably under the arrow.

Some of the unlucky ones, although they did not die immediately, fell after they fell and countless pairs of feet stepped over his body, and they died of blood spitting out of their stomachs.

The attacking enemy, not even looking at his fallen comrades, shouted as if they had been beaten and attacked the city wall.

The small city of Chang'an has once again become a Shura hell at this moment.

The food crisis made Xia Qi jealous, if this crusade failed, then his status would be greatly questioned, so he couldn't lose, no matter how many methods he used, how many people died, as long as he could win, he was still the biggest beneficiary.

Watching his soldiers fall down one by one like cutting wheat, Xia Qi's face turned extremely pale.

The enemy, who climbed up the city wall through the ladder under the rain of arrows, was soon smashed down by the stones falling from the sky, his brains burst, and even screamed.

Gold juice dung water, rolling stones and sasswood, the soldiers of Daqi used all the means of defending the city.

Repelled wave after wave of attacking enemies.

Several times he was almost attacked by the enemy, and even generals like Li Yangqu personally participated in the battle with long swords.

Liyang, who was stained red with blood, panted as he looked at the enemy who was still attacking in a steady stream, and his mood couldn't help but sink.

There were already thick corpses piled up under the city walls, and if the enemy still attacked so desperately, they could even climb up by stepping on the corpses.

The fierce fighting stained the city red.

Song didn't know how many people he had stabbed to death, there were some human tissues scattered on the city wall, and he didn't know what part of it, after countless feet trampled on it, it was no different from meat sauce.

Ren Kang climbed onto the roof and watched the fierce fighting on the city wall, at this moment he knew what was bloody and what was the cruelty of war.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen Clash of Clans, but thinking about it now was far beyond his knowledge.

Compared to the intensity of the war, the conflicts between those tribes were like the kind of game called playing house played by children in Daqi, which seemed so ridiculous to him.

The sound of the fight did not make Ren Kang afraid, but an excited expression like a pervert appeared on his face.

Whether it was the attacking side or the defending side, he admired the courage displayed by these soldiers.

This is the real warrior, in the face of this war, personal bravery does not play a big role at all, which makes him reflect on his previous definition of bravery.

The civilians in Chang'an City, since the siege of the Xia army, have not had a day of peace, fearing that on that day, the city gate will be breached, and terrible soldiers will fall on their heads.

In order to protect themselves, the civilians did not care, and the decree on the restriction of weapons was ordered.

Each family has prepared one or more wooden spears, ready to defend their homes with their own strength in the worst case of the worst.

The shouting finally stopped at noon, and Yang Hao sat on the steps covered in blood.

He lost count of how many enemy attacks he had repelled in this siege, and when the enemy was at its most frenzied, he joined the battle group with his escort.

To let him, the leader, personally carry a knife to kill the enemy, you can imagine how dangerous the situation was at that time.

Yang Hao: My sword handle hand was a little numb, and I trembled lightly like an epileptic patient.

The tired soldiers on the city wall also did not care about the blood on the ground, and after the enemy retreated, they sat on the ground with their butts and looked at their tired companions with a somewhat numb expression.

The groans of the wounded soldiers made people unbearable to hear at all.

Squatting in front of a young soldier who, in the midst of the defense, had been struck in the shoulder with an axe from the enemy who had rushed up.

If it weren't for a little off, he wouldn't even be able to survive now.

His injuries were so severe that Matsu knew he couldn't live, the young man was even more smiling than the black skin, and Matsu didn't even know his name.

"Platoon commander! I hurt! ”

The young man choked up.

"Just bear with it, just bear with it!"

Loose took his hand and whispered comfort.

"I... I can't. ”

As he spoke, the soldier groped with his left hand in his arms for a while, and took out a hairpin made of bronze.

"Platoon... Platoon leader! PUT THIS ... I'll leave this to ... To my mother... ”

Before he finished speaking, the young soldier's raised hand slowly drooped.

Loosen his chest and panicked, picked up the hairpin, held it tightly in his hand, saluted the corpse, and said, "Go all the way!" ”