"Stone!! Smash me! Smash hard! Chen Jingxuan kept running around the city with his men, shouting and directing the actions of the defenders, and occasionally personally picked up the stones scattered by the trebuchet on the road and smashed them at the Feng family sergeants who were climbing the ladder.

Since the death squad of the siege tower landed in the city, the defenders at the head of the city suddenly felt the pressure. The rebels who fought with the death squad were naturally facing the problem of life, while the rebels in the distance were bearing the psychological burden, and while defending, they would glance at the place where the death squad landed in the city from time to time, in order to determine whether their situation was safe, and whether they needed to take into account whether they would be stabbed in the back suddenly.

In contrast, the siege force of the Feng family army did not have so much consideration, and the members of the death squad led by Dai Jie were bent on breaking the rebels' defenses in order to create better opportunities for their besieging companions. The soldiers who keep climbing the ladder are bent on climbing the top of the city as soon as possible, not only to create opportunities for their companions behind them, but also to try their best to avoid their casualties, and at the same time to relieve the pressure on the death squad robes who have already reached the head of the city. There are also brothers under the city who attack the city gate, every time they push the stone cone, it will create a lot of sensation for the rebels on the other side of the city gate, and the loud noise made will knock on the heartstrings of all the rebels all the time.

Under Chen Jingxuan's early preparations, the defenders at this time also began to officially exert their might, watermelon-sized stones, human-shaped wood, and rolling thorns that needed to be carried by five or six people together, rolling down from the city from time to time, hitting the Feng family army on the ladder fiercely. There was even a pot of hot oil that was carried to the battlement, stepped on the stone steps and planks under his feet, and poured down.

At the beginning, the Feng family army could only climb the ladder to a height of three or four meters to dodge the counterattack that fell irregularly, or directly jumped off the ladder to dodge. But as time went by, the soldiers climbed higher and higher, but the speed of travel became slower and slower, from the previous one foot to a few feet or back and forth dodge a few times, and then they would be hit and rolled over and fell to the ground.

It seems that it is only five or six meters away from the city, but the distance that can be crossed in three or five seconds is a lot of hard work at this time, and it can only be calculated by size. Sometimes it is only the height of a ladder, but it requires the efforts of five, six, seven, eight, or even a dozen or dozens of soldiers to cross. The road ahead is not so much the path of hope as the road of death. Every ladder is paved by countless people who have fought for it with their lives.

Stones and other objects falling from the top of the head can be dodged, maybe only need to turn sideways to dodge, even if it is not good, even if it is hit, as long as it is not a large stone, even if it is hit, it will not be smashed to death in an instant. But in the face of a rolling spike that is more than a meter down, it is not so easy to dodge. As long as they are hit by it, the heavy ones will be directly hit by the sharp spikes of the ruler length and die on the spot, and the light ones will also be smashed to the ground by the pain and weight, and they will be directly stoned to death. Of course, some lucky people will also be spared death, but it is inevitable that serious injuries will be caused by a fall from a height of seven or eight meters.

The most serious thing was the pot of hot oil, and the thick black scorched smoke that kept rising from the top of the city seemed to make people feel that its product must be unusual. Every time a pot of boiling oil is poured down, it is accompanied by a heart-rending wail. Needless to say, the whole body is poured with hot oil, even if it is the residue of sliding down the ladder, the palm of the person's hand will be grabbed down, and the hand will suddenly be burned full of hand bubbles, and the fate of the person who is hit by the trick is self-evident, and he will naturally let go of his hands in pain, and then stand unsteadily and turn over and fall or jump directly by himself. This is just a matter of burning their hands, some people with bad luck will even be burned in the face by the hot oil, and some will even be splashed in the eyes by the hot oil, and the end will naturally be extremely miserable.

Later, the defenders directly used fire arrows to ignite the hot oil spread on the ground and on the ladder, once again escalating the tragedy of the scene to a new level. Suddenly, dozens of thick smoke slowly rose with the ignition of the fire, curling into the sky, adding a new "scenery" to the scene.

"Big brother, you are..." Looking at the changes on the battlefield, Mao Hao could no longer hold back the doubts in his heart, urged the horse to move closer to Lin Feng, frowned and asked in a low voice.

Lin Feng was also frowning at this time, he didn't expect the war to be so tragic, although there were many wars he had experienced before, but in broad daylight, watching all this happen, and it was really the first time that it was so tragic. Although his face is still calm, if you look closely, you can still find that the corners of his eyes will twitch from time to time, accompanied by a flash of unbearable looks.

"You're trying to ask why I suddenly changed to assault, right?" Lin Feng let out a long breath, turned his head to look at Mao Hao, and responded lightly.

"Yes, big brother!" Mao Hao nodded heavily, glanced at the battlefield under the city again, and then continued to add in a low voice: "Our siege strength is not enough at all, if it is calculated correctly, as of now, the casualties of our Feng family army have far exceeded the rebels!" If this continues, even if we put all our men into it, I'm afraid that even if we take the North City, we won't have the strength to continue to snatch and control the remaining three cities! ”

"I don't know! Ay! Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slowly, and he let out a long sigh from his mouth.

"Big brother! Withdraw your troops for now! Mao Hao looked at Lin Feng, who suddenly changed his mind for some reason and seemed to be worried about something at this time, he couldn't help but get up anxiously, stretched out his hand and pointed to the sunset that had fallen in the west for a while, and continued to remind in a deep voice: "Big brother! The sun is setting! If we don't retreat at this time! It's not good for us when it's dark! Even if the troops are withdrawn at that time, I am afraid that the rebels will not easily let go of the opportunity! ”

"Xiao Hao, do you know why I didn't give the order to attack today? Do you know why Mr. Zhuge was delayed? Lin Feng didn't pay attention to Mao Hao's kind reminder, but looked at him and asked a rhetorical question.

"Yes! Why? I haven't figured it out! Mao Hao was also stunned, then his eyes widened, and he exclaimed with a surprised expression: "Could it be that the eldest brother has long been ready to attack?" ”

"Nope." Lin Feng smiled helplessly at Mao Hao, and then shook his head and explained, "I made a decision late last night!" Find everything that Mr. Zhuge settled overnight! ”

"And why is that? Don't you know the situation of our Feng family's army and troops? The result of going on like this has a great impact on the strength of our Feng family's army! Mao Hao couldn't wait to ask and summarized the current situation, and then looked at Lin Feng, who was still indifferent, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, staring at Lin Feng and stammering uncertainly: "Big brother, you, you already have other plans?" ”

"Ready to fly, I have to send it!" Lin Feng did not answer Mao Hao's question head-on, but slowly sat up straight, squinted at the still fierce battle ahead, and leisurely spit out a sentence that Mao Hao didn't understand at all.

The original pale golden sunset, under the reflection of the blood sprinkled everywhere in the north city, gradually turned pale red, orange red... The sky seemed to gradually darken, and even the sky above seemed to begin to decrease, weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone in the field, especially the coaches of both sides.