The attacking army of the Xia Dynasty also opened Yang Hao's eyes, these people seemed to be fearless of death, and they continued to advance despite huge casualties.

The arrows were as heavy as those of a hot weapon, and some of the slaves had already jumped into the icy moat, carrying planks and swimming toward the opposite bank.

As long as they can set foot on the other side, their mission will be accomplished, and as long as they survive, they will no longer be lowly slaves.

The other side symbolizes their future.

At the same time, Daqi's bed crossbow had also been loaded, and after adjusting the angle, he aimed the crossbow arrows at the slaves in the river.

"Whoosh!"

Several crossbow arrows flew out with a whistling roar.

"Puff puff!"

It's just that the accuracy is really poor, and there are dead ends at this angle, so this round of attacks has little effect, and only a small part of the pontoon bridge has been damaged.

The surface of the river has been stained red with blood, and the floating corpses rise and fall with the waves, like duckweed in the water.

Seeing this, Xia Qi immediately ordered an attack.

"The first to climb the city wall will be given a fief!"

When the soldier heard this, he suddenly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, screaming and holding Changge, wielding a stone axe, and carrying a ladder to rush in the direction of the city wall.

When Yang Hao saw this scene, his eyelids jumped wildly.

When he was really faced with the scene of the army attacking the city, he knew how terrible it was.

The people below, like a swarm of bloodthirsty ants, screamed and killed themselves.

The effect of the moat was enormous, and the enemy could only choose this one place to attack, greatly reducing the burden on the rest of the directions.

The soldiers of each department quickly gathered in this direction.

Rolling stone sasswood. The gold juice and dung were hurriedly transported here.

The soldiers of Great Xia stepped across the pontoon bridge with a strange scream, ignoring their companions who were shot by arrows, and now they had only one thought in their hearts, and that was to climb the city wall and obtain a fief.

As long as there is a fief, then he is a prince, even if it is a small prince, he has entered the ranks of nobles.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! ”

The officer roared loudly, and his helmet looked a little crooked from an arrow that had been shot.

The archers on both sides came and went, but the enemy's archers were on the side of the far outnumbered Qi, although they were projectiles from the bottom up, taking advantage of the disadvantage, but they still barely suppressed the fire on the city walls, creating opportunities for the follow-up troops.

The soldiers carrying the ladder rushed across the pontoon bridge, quickly put the ladder on the top of the city, supported by a few people, and the other soldiers with stone axes climbed towards the city with great excitement.

"Push!"

The officer roared loudly.

The soldiers of Daqi at the head of the city carried a wooden pole to push the ladder far away from the city wall.

The soldier on the ladder fell from mid-air screaming, and fell heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The carnage was spreading, making this section of the city wall seem to have turned into a Shura hell.

A layer of dead bodies piled up under the walls, and those who did not die howled miserably on the pile of corpses.

A Great Xia soldier almost rushed down the city wall in one step, and as long as he climbed up, he would be a noble prince.

But at this step, it became a moat, a sharp spear stabbed over, he subconsciously grabbed the spear that pierced into his chest, but the strength on his body hung down weakly as if it had been drained.

At the moment of falling, he saw the man who had killed him, and it was an incomparable face, and he didn't even glance at him.

I was like a mosquito that this person slapped to death, insignificant.

"Bang!"

He slammed to the ground, his vision blurring until his world was forever in darkness.

The fierce battle continued, and Song didn't know how many attacking enemies he had stabbed to death, and his arms seemed to be numb.

His body had already been stained red with blood, but the blood was not his.

There were too many enemies, and under Xia Qi's crowd tactics, one of them was finally attacked.

The man who climbed the city wall was also quite brave, wielding two stone axes to force back the soldiers who surrounded him.

Just by such a delay, more enemies poured up the breach.

Seeing this, Xia Qi smiled and said, "This city has been broken!" ”

But his smile didn't disappear before it froze on his face.

I saw that the gap that had been captured was instantly recaptured by the enemy again.

Traces carried a blood-dripping sword, holding a human head and laughing wildly, just now it was Marks who were possessed by the god of war, and led his soldiers to slash and kill the enemies who rushed up, stabilizing the rout.

A sword slashed off the head of the most ferocious foe, and the enemy was terrified.

The bravery of the marks greatly boosted the morale of Daqi, and he quickly filled the mouth, and the battle situation became anxious again for a while.

There were more and more corpses under the city walls, and after attacking for nearly half an hour, these enemies finally could not hold on and retreated in the direction of the city walls in a hurry.

Xia Qi's face was gloomy, this was the most elite warrior in Great Xia, and instead of taking this small city, thousands of people were killed by the enemy and lost their armor, killing nearly half of them.

"Later, the enemy is cunning and fierce, and I feel that this city cannot be attacked!"

Ji Bian's face was also extremely ugly, he had thought that the Qi tribe had a certain strength, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

In the face of the attack of thousands of people, instead of being broken, his side could not hold on, and this strength even far exceeded his own clan in terms of defense.

He had a bad fear of defeat.

"Does Uncle Xin have a good plan?"

Xia Qi asked.

"Later, I thought it would be better to withdraw the warriors first, and then we would discuss countermeasures, so that the attack would be to let the clan and Lang go to death, and wisdom would enhance the morale of the enemy, which would be detrimental to the morale of the army."

Later, a certain thought that what Xin Bo said was reasonable.

。。。。。。

The princes from all walks of life persuaded Xia Qi to withdraw his troops, and Xia Qi also knew that it was not a way to go on like this, so he had to send an order to go down to Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

Seeing that the enemy began to retreat, the city wall suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

The invincible Zhuxia coalition army was repulsed, which had an incomparably huge impact on the morale of Daqi.

Even his own side suffered heavy casualties, but fortunately it had persevered on the first day.

And it also proves that the enemy is not too strong to be invincible.

Although the enemy retreated, but the war was not over, Daqi, who had gained a little respite, hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield and carried the corpses of the fallen soldiers down the city walls.

The people carried the rolling stones and logs that had been piled up in the city to the city walls.

The tired soldiers sat on the ramparts, looking at the blood-stained ground with glazed eyes.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the stench of gold juice and dung, which made people smell sick.

Under the walls, the enemies who were not yet dead wailed in a low voice, and their fate was undoubtedly more tragic than that of those who died.

They could only wait for death in silence in this pile of corpses, and now they hoped that the enemy above would shoot them an arrow to end their suffering.