The depression before the war made everyone's hearts heavy, and the soldiers lost their old jokes, and after eating, they stayed in their positions with a solemn face.

During this time, the officers repeatedly told them how to defend, what punishment they would receive if they retreated, and what would happen if Chang'an City was defeated.

The soldiers were afraid of death, but they did not want to be slaves compared to death, and I heard that some slave owners had a penchant for abusive slaves.

Hearing the misery of the former slave of the robe, the soldiers shuddered.

Disemboweling, skinning people alive, it is better to die in battle in a dignified manner than to die like that, at least so that your family can be better taken care of after death, and you can also have a pit to bury yourself, so as not to expose the corpse in the wilderness.

The remnants of the autumn sun turned the sky red, and a few crows were heard from time to time in the yellowing forest.

These black birds, as if they knew that this place was about to become the hell of Shura, were ready to feast on it.

The night was deep, the autumn wind was cold, there were a few lonely stars in the dark night, the miserable black clouds obscured the full moon, the outside of the city was blurred, and the long water was black and deep, making a heavy wheezing sound, like the oppressive dullness on the city wall.

After Xia Qi had been preparing for several days, outside Chang'an City, the horn of attack finally sounded.

On the city wall, the figures were longing, and after hearing the sound of the horn on the opposite side, the various departments were urgently busy.

The soldiers who ran back and forth to deliver military orders were tired and out of breath.

Looking at the army advancing little by little, the mood is extremely peaceful.

This feeling is like a student who is about to go to the exam room, and no matter what the result is, you have to face it calmly.

The enemy did not rush up like a swarm, and Yang Hao saw that a group of people had been separated from the black and oppressive military array.

The men were driven by soldiers in leather armor and watched the planks rush in the direction of Chang'an City.

The enemy drove slaves to be cannon fodder, Yang Hao was not surprised, and ordered the heralds to inform the departments to prepare to meet the enemy.

Ten bed crossbows made a tooth-aching click, and the soldiers who operated the bed crossbows skillfully loaded their bolts and angled them at the onrushing enemies.

The slaves carried planks and rushed quickly in the direction of the city wall, and when they were still dozens of meters away from the moat, the archers on the wall began to fire arrows.

The rain of arrows fell from the sky, making a clattering sound on the wooden planks, and some of the slaves who had fallen to the ground let out a terrible howl.

It's just that although the rain of arrows is dense, the damage to the enemy is not great, and most of them are blocked by wooden planks.

Seeing this, Yang Hao's face was gloomy, and he ordered the bed crossbow to start preparing.

He couldn't let these people build the pontoon bridge, otherwise the pressure on his side would increase exponentially.

With a single sound, the thick crossbow arrows whistled towards the slaves.

The accuracy of the bed crossbow was not good, but the slaves were crammed together in a mess, which greatly increased the hit rate of the bed crossbow.

A crossbow arrow hit a wooden plank, and the huge impact tore the wooden board apart in an instant, but the momentum of the crossbow arrow did not decrease, and the sharp arrow shot into the shoulder of a slave, instantly piercing it.

With tremendous force, it flew upside down and pinned it to the ground.

The huge lethality of the ten crossbow arrows immediately restrained the enemy's momentum, and the slaves were frightened when they looked at their incomparably miserable companions who died.

Throwing down the plank, he fled backwards in a frenzy.

But it was not the enemy's bow and arrow that greeted them, but Xia Qi's killing.

The slave who escaped first didn't have a breath before he could catch his breath, only to see a cold light flash, a head flew up, and the headless corpse spurted blood, and fell to the ground and convulsed a few times.

"Death to those who retreat!"

The killing calmed down the slaves, and they looked at the fierce soldiers with fear.

The front is also death, and retreat is also death, fate is so unfair, and the weak have no choice at all.

The desperate slaves screamed and rushed to the walls again, but they were greeted by a rain of arrows.

Life was like a mustard at this moment, one by one screaming and falling slaves, Yang Hao just looked at it coldly.

Xia Qi's face was also extremely gloomy, and the fierceness of the enemy's attack was much more than he expected.

Especially the kind of weapon that can tear the plank apart makes him even more fearful.

After all the hundred temptation slaves sent out were dead.

Xia Qi called a general and gave him a few words.

I saw that after the general ordered him to retreat, he shouted a few words in the military formation.

A group of soldiers armed with shields and bows and arrows lined up, and together with the second group of slave soldiers, they attacked in the direction of Chang'an City again.

This time the enemy was menacing, Yang Hao didn't dare to be careless, and the archers stared at the enemy under the city with their bows and arrows.

The enemy's shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, and everyone was nervous.

Unlike the previous slave cannon fodder, this time it was clearly the enemy's elite troops.

As the enemy rushed down the moat, the archers began to fire their arrows, and the slaves rushed forward despite the rain of arrows, regardless of casualties.

The Great Xia archers who followed, under the cover of the shield bearers, used their bows and arrows to suppress the fire on the city walls, and Wei built pontoon bridges to create opportunities.

However, the soldiers of Daqi were far better equipped than the enemy, and they continued to kill and wound the enemy under the cover of the breastwork.

The wounded soldiers were hurriedly carried down the city wall on stretchers by the organized people.

Song stood on the stairs with his short sword in his hand, his face solemn.

The soldiers listened to the shouts and screams not far away, and their faces turned pale with fright.

These were all new recruits after the breakthrough of Sanyu, and they had participated in the last war against Wuhai, which was almost a one-sided scene.

They couldn't appreciate the cruelty of war at all, and watching the wounded soldiers being carried away at this moment made them realize how close death was to themselves.

Loose and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?" Scared? ”

The soldiers bowed their heads and remained silent.

Song Leng snorted and said, "You are afraid, I am also afraid, but is it useful to be afraid?" We don't fight bravely, and after the enemy breaks through the city, you are not even qualified to be slaves. ”

When the soldier heard this, his heart suddenly panicked.

"Squad leader, what will happen if we lose?"

One soldier asked worriedly.

"Defeated, only death, every time Xia Qi persuades us to surrender, it means that the city will be slaughtered, not only you will die, but no one in the city will survive, think about your family, imagine your food, if Chang'an City is breached, those things are gone, if you still have eggs, hold the spears in your hands, kill all those enemies, and defend our homeland."

Song roared.

The shouting continued, and the soldiers looked back at the large Chang'an City, and did not shout such earth-shattering slogans, but just held the spears in their hands tighter.