Hu Meng's attack this time has become no longer as crazy as before, they imitate the siege of the Yan army in the same way, step by step, step by step, with the order of the commander in front of the formation, walking forward, even if they have entered the range of the Yan army's bed crossbow, they still maintain a neat formation.

Hao Zifeng obviously didn't expect that the discipline of the Humeng people's army would be so strong, and the previous battles were all swarms of disorganized, but what he saw in front of him obviously made him re-realize the horror of the Humeng people, and then he understood that others were not unorganized and disciplined, but they were just not used before.

The bed crossbows on the city wall had already been fired in two rounds, but unfortunately, it did not disrupt the formation of the Humeng people, and another round of crossbow bolts was fired, visible to the naked eye, one by one, the deadly crossbow arrows rushed into the dense crowd, bringing a burst of blood and wailing, but the uninjured soldiers were still like soulless walking corpses, bypassing those comrades who fell to the ground and wailing, lined up again, and continued to move forward.

The Yan army in the city began to feel the oppression from the Humeng people, and this kind of death-defying formation had gradually turned into a powerful deterrent, rushing towards the Yan soldiers standing at the head of the city.

A voice abruptly shouted, "Archer, prepare!" ”

A soldier with a command flag stood beside a line of longbowmen, quietly waiting for the commander to give the order to fire, and the longbowmen in front of him, also skillfully bending their bows and arrows, were already at the forefront of the bowstrings in their hands, pointing diagonally to the sky.

"Put!" With the commander's order, the soldier holding the flag waved the flag in his hand downward, and countless arrows burst out from the city wall, drawing an arc of death in the sky, and then rushing into the Humeng phalanx below.

Finally, with this dense rain of arrows, the Humeng phalanx began to have a little commotion, and a total of three columns of longbowmen in the city took turns to pour arrows down the city without interruption, and the Humeng people also suffered casualties that could not be ignored.

Although Kelie did not go to the battlefield in person, the tension in his heart was no less than that of anyone present, and he saw his eyes staring at the phalanxes that were gradually beginning to loosen and even chaotic, and the fists in his hands were clenched together, and his mouth was reading: "Hold on, hold on a little more." ”

Although the distance of thirty zhang was full of the threat of death, it did not take long to walk, and after the three columns of Yan army longbowmen took turns to pour six rounds of arrow rain, the siege ladder of the Humeng people finally set up on the head of the Yan army.

"Woo woo woo" just when Kelie excitedly slapped his seat, a loud horn sounded again from the Humeng camp, followed by a landslide, like a tsunami Humeng's roar, countless Humeng soldiers raised the sharp blade in their hands to the sky and roared, and then climbed to the top of the siege ladder with their fastest speed, because with the protection of the plank in front of the ladder, they will not be threatened by arrows, falling rocks, rolling logs, etc. Countless people had already begun their charge against the walls of Shema from the top of the ladder.

"Tung oil, how long will it take for tung oil to be shipped?" Hao Zifeng didn't expect Hu Meng's offensive to be so strong at the beginning, and he had asked Liu Zhilan not to be in such a hurry to transport the tung oil up, but now it seems that this is undoubtedly a wrong decision.

Liu Zhilan immediately clenched his fists and said: "Marshal, the tung oil has been packed, and the last general will go and transport it up." ”

didn't care about Liu Zhilan, who turned away, Hao Zifeng issued another military order: "Yan Wuji listened to the order and told the Sword and Shield Battalion that the whole battalion would immediately reinforce and block the entrance of the ladder no matter what." ”

The Yan army began to actively make strategic reinforcements and adjustments, and Hu Meng's side also began to take out one after another hole cards, and the rushing car, which had been stationary in place, began to slowly understand at this time.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! A neat trumpet, with a steady pace, began to move from outside the camp of Humont towards the city walls of Shema, like a hungry tiger, cautiously and slowly approaching its prey.

"It's really extraordinary, I don't know what these swallow people have in their heads, and they can actually create such a sharp thing?" Kelie looked at the situation on a good battlefield, and the approaching rush made him even more confident in breaking the city.

"Their ancestors spent their minds on these siege weapons, which is indeed admirable, but although the current Yan people are smart, they have been comfortable for a long time, and they only know how to fight for power and profit, and they are constantly inside, and all their minds are thinking about how to have fun, and they are really not angry." Since returning to Kelie's side as the chief of the guard, Temutel has rarely taken the initiative to open his mouth.

Maybe it's because I couldn't attack Shema Town for a long time before, and now I'm visiting the same place again, so I feel it in my heart.

Kelie glanced back at Temutel and smiled a little unexpectedly, obviously he didn't expect Temutel to take the initiative to speak, as if encouraging him to talk more, nodded and commented: "That makes sense." ”

Just between the two of them talking, a deafening rumble sounded from the gate of Shema Town, and looked at it closely, and then with a rhythmic rumble, the originally closed gate of Shema Town began to tremble again and again, although there were Yan Army archers on the city wall to greet them, although soldiers fell to the ground from time to time under the raised shields, but the rhythmic rumbling did not stop.

Kelie felt that this was the best voice he had heard in these days, and turned to a Humeng general standing behind him, "Go, let the second group of soldiers go up." ”

Hao Zifeng continued to receive urgent reports from the four city walls, and the defenders in the city had taken turns for a while, but Hu Meng's offensive still did not weaken at all, but still had a tendency to become more and more violent.

A horn sounded again, and a dense Humeng phalanx appeared in front of the Humeng camp again, and the number was not less than the first one, Hao Zifeng took a few breaths of cold air, and a sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart, and the name of Xiema Town that would never fall may be broken.

Under Liu Zhilan's organization, thousands of cans of tung oil were moved onto the city wall again, and without Hao Zifeng giving any more orders, the soldiers of the Yan Army, who had already had experience once, picked them up and smashed them towards the cloud ladder in front of them.

The flames once again became the master of the battlefield, those Humeng soldiers who had attacked Xiema Town with Temutel once again witnessed the horror of the Yan State Tongyou Fire Attack, the continuous wall of fire formed a natural protective barrier, countless Humeng soldiers wailed and rolled on the ground and twitched, one by one the warriors who were drenched in tung oil, with frightened eyes, watched a little spark rushing towards him, and in a blink of an eye, became a life-threatening talisman for his comrades.

Those well-crafted ladders could no longer provide protection for Hu Mengbing's soldiers at this time, and they were burning

The burning wood made it inevitable that these war beasts would be devoured by the flames, especially the rushing cart at the city gate, when dozens of clay pots filled with tung oil shattered on its top, a flaming arrow had already announced its fate, and dozens of Humeng soldiers who didn't know what was going on.

Hao Zifeng looked at the Humeng people who were already in chaos under the city, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although he knew that this was only a temporary relief, but at least he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mowgli, when do you think they'll attack again?" Hao Zifeng, who looked relaxed, was also in the mood to chat.

"It's hard to say, but it won't be more than tomorrow morning."

Hao Zifeng nodded, patted the battlements in front of him, and stroked slowly, "It's said that one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, this time Humeng Khan drove his own expedition, if he couldn't even take this Xiema Town in one go, its majesty would be greatly reduced." ”

Yan Wuji looked at Hao Zifeng with some doubts, although he also had this kind of psychological preparation, but from Hao Zifeng's mouth, he still felt a little incredible.

Hao Zifeng seemed to know Yan Wuji's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Don't look at me like that, the military commander is not a god of war, I am also a human being, so the phrase manpower is sometimes exhausted and used on me is equally effective." ”

Hao Zifeng looked at it, and at this time, there was still flames and death under the walls of Xiema Town, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "Since ancient times, all the first army that resisted the invaders, if they did not take the initiative to retreat, would be wiped out, and there would be no other ending, but I don't want this to include you." ”

Hao Zifeng suddenly turned his gaze to Yan Wuji.

Yan Wuji was stunned, the scene in front of him was so familiar, it was here at the beginning, and the city was also such a sea of fire, Qiu Xin told him, "You can't die." So there was something about him taking advantage of the chaos to break through and ask for help, and when he came back, Zhu Ziming was already exhausted, and Qiu Xin had his last breath left.

"I don't understand!" Yan Wuji shook his head.

Hao Zifeng didn't explain, just smiled and said, "You'll understand." ”

During the conversation, Liu Zhilan walked with a long sword that was already full of gaps, although the Humeng army under the city had stopped the offensive, but the Humeng soldiers who had attacked the city wall before still had no intention of giving up, so this sword full of gaps was cut out of them.

"I've seen the military marshal, the battalion marshal!"

"It's here, but are you hurt?" Hao Zifeng asked with a smile, and his eyes were quite appreciative of this halfway monk deputy battalion commander.

Liu Zhilan's whole body trembled, and he smiled: "It's very good." ”

Hao Zifeng nodded, "I'll go down and rest for a while, the older people can't compare with you young people, remember to call me when the Humeng people come again." ”

Yan Wuji and Liu Zhilan respectfully watched Hao Zifeng leave, then turned around and smiled, to be honest, between them and Hao Zifeng, there may be an estrangement between two generations, so there are not too many topics to talk about, Hao Zifeng seems to be aware of this, so he took the initiative to walk away.

"Will you live and die with Shema?" Yan Wuji asked thoughtlessly.

But Liu Zhilan was not surprised at all, and laughed, "I don't have that ideological awareness, but ...... Just based on the words of the battalion commander, why not? WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and finds confidants~

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