The Yan army, which has not experienced a large-scale confrontation for many years, has begun to show its own shortcomings at this time, if it were not for the presence of Qiu Xin, it is estimated that this wave of arrows will rain down, and the first column of the Northern Guard will have to lose thirty percent of the soldiers.

After a rain of arrows, the city burst out in an instant, and a neat row of Hu Meng's soldiers slowly walked slowly, through the firelight, Yan Wuji could clearly see the ladders each under the shoulders of dozens of Hu Meng's soldiers, closely following behind the cavalry.

Finally began, and the premonition that I had been worried about all night was finally fulfilled before this dawn!

"Bed crossbow ready!" The Humeng people are still about 100 zhang away from the city, Yan Wuji decisively ordered, this kind of bed crossbow is extremely powerful, and the range is also extremely long, two hundred zhang, one or two adult strong men, if there is no iron shield protection, the crossbow arrow can easily penetrate their bodies.

But the disadvantage is that the manufacturing cost is extremely high, especially the material used as a crossbow string, which must be a yak tendon produced in Dingzhou and Caizhou, and there is only one yak, and a qualified crossbow string can only be made after a rigorous processing process.

Then there is the interval of the individual parts, the precision is no less than that of making an iron scale armor, so so far, only some important military fortresses and key towns will be equipped with this expensive city defense equipment, at present the town of Shema is equipped with eighty bed crossbows, and the twenty in the hands of the Northern Guard as early as noon today, with the efforts of the workers and soldiers, are evenly arranged on the city wall.

Another disadvantage is that the firing frequency is very slow, and it takes two soldiers to move a crossbow bolt, while to fire a crossbow bolt, it needs to be pulled by four people at the same time to fill it.

Yan Wuji's order was passed on to each of the captains of each team, and then the soldiers in charge of the bed crossbow under the command of their respective commanders filled the bed crossbow as fast as possible, and the other two people next to him were already holding crossbow arrows and preparing to fill ammunition for the next shot.

Yan Wuji watched closely the movements of the Humeng people outside the city, estimating the distance between them and the city wall in his heart, and the silent anger was spreading on the crossbows on each bed, and with Yan Wuji's order, the voice of the herald instantly resounded throughout the city.

"Put!"

The sound of the crossbow bolts fired was surprisingly consistent, like a triumphant song of victory, which was raised in the hearts of every Yan soldier.

At the same time, in the Humeng army formation in the distance, a burly Humeng general was closely watching every move on the city, the dark arrow just now obviously did not achieve the effect he expected, in addition to secretly snorting the shrewdness of the Yan army, he finally decided to officially ignite the fire of the war between Yan and Meng.

The sound of a huge bowstring snapping was clearly transmitted to the ears of every Humeng person, including Temutel who was watching the battle in the rear, Temtheer's expression tightened, and before he could figure out what the sound was, the rows of fallen Humeng soldiers in front of him gave him the most direct answer.

"Bed crossbow, there are actually these things in Shema Town, why haven't the hateful Yan people used them before, order the troops, speed up, and quickly approach the city wall of Shema Town."

Although the surprise of the Yan army made Temutel a little angry, this did not stop his determination to continue the attack, and after receiving the order, the adjutant general still let the trumpeter blow the trumpet, although his face was not very good-looking.

This time, it was the team of the Western tribes that took the lead, so in the face of the bed crossbow with huge lethality, whether it was a soldier or a general who pressed the formation, he was a little afraid in his heart.

Those huge crossbow arrows are like divine soldiers falling from the sky, not only extremely sharp, but also extremely fast, especially in such a dark night, without seeing what it is, they are pierced by those cold crossbow arrows, if they are unlucky, there happens to be a second person standing behind, then even this person will be penetrated, and then by inertia all the surrounding soldiers are also knocked down, not only disrupting the offensive lineup, but also planting the seeds of fear in the hearts of the surviving soldiers.

In fact, the lethality of these twenty bed crossbows is very limited, its effective range is only twenty to one hundred and thirty-five zhang distance, too far and not powerful enough, too close to be locked, and the middle of the hundred zhang distance, if it is a cavalry, it only takes more than ten breaths of time, the infantry is a little slower, but it is only about thirty breaths of time, and during this period, even if a bed crossbow is in the hands of skilled soldiers, it can only fire five or six rounds.

Therefore, Temuter's decisive order is undoubtedly the most correct choice, of course, this is also related to his many years of experience in fighting the Yan army.

Because it was night, all the flags became unavailable, and the most direct way of command, was the loud sound of the horn, and when the horn of the charge was heard, the Humeng soldiers were like walking corpses who were not afraid of life and death, frantically swarming towards the walls of Shema Town.

The bed crossbow was still being reloaded, fired, loaded, and fired in an orderly manner, without receiving an order, and even if there were no targets within effective range, the soldier operating the bed crossbow would not let it stop until the bolts were used up.

Yan Wuji once again gave an order to the lieutenant general beside him, and after a while, the horn belonging to the Yan army sounded on the wall of Xiema Town.

After hearing the sound of the horn, the longbowmen who had been waiting for the battle immediately wound their arrows, and under the command of their respective captains, they methodically began to rain round after round of arrows against the Humeng army swarming under the city.

At this time, the battlefield really began to kick off, although the arrows fired by the bow and arrows were not as powerful as the crossbows of the bed crossbows, but the dense rain of arrows like locusts hit the Humeng soldiers in leather armor, tearing their fragile defenses apart in an instant, and then piercing into their bodies with curved arrows without hesitation.

The screams have become the main theme at this time.

However, the difference with the Arrow Rain of the Humeng people is that the Yan army uses rockets, not because of how bright they are, but because the effect of using rockets at this time is higher than that of dark arrows.

Dark arrows only have a miraculous effect when they are sneak attacking, but their lethality is not as good as that of rockets, because dark arrows can only cause damage, while rockets can cause chaos in local military formations.

After a few showers of arrows, it seemed that it had taken effect, and the Humeng people's offensive was weaker than before, but this did not prevent the Humeng soldiers who came to the foot of the city wall from setting up a cloud ladder on the city wall.

The shouting and killing sound and the loud horn had already awakened Liu Zhilan in his sleep, he was the same as Yan Wuji, although he was resting, he slept very lightly, and he could immediately detect the slightest disturbance.

He understood that Yan Wuji had not sent troops to transfer the second column to the city to support at this time, because Hu Meng's offensive was still under control, but he did not let up there, and first asked the commanders under his command to immediately gather their soldiers and come to the city wall to stand by.

Then he led his guards up the city wall to check the battle.

"Mr. Qian, how is the battle going?"

Yan Wuji was not surprised by Liu Zhilan's arrival, although he didn't know much about each other before, but the contact these days, what kind of person the other party is, each other's hearts are quite clear.

Liu Zhilan's responsibility is not much better than that of Yan Wuji.

"It's coming very violently, but I don't know what the follow-up will be, the second column has been assembled?" Yan Wuji looked back at Liu Zhilan, then turned his head and continued to stare at the Humeng army that had already poured under the city, their ladder had successfully leaned against the walls of Xiema Town.

Liu Zhilan had obviously seen the situation in front of him, "Bring the second column up, Hu Meng's first attack is so fierce, we need to gather all our forces, give them a blow to the head, and slash their morale." ”

"Whoosh!" As soon as Liu Zhilan finished speaking, a stray arrow flew past his cheek, startling the two of their guards to hurriedly protect the two in the middle, and quickly formed an impermeable barrier with their shields.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! There were a few more sounds of arrows hitting their shields, and Yan Wuji and Liu Zhilan understood that Hu Meng's archers had already touched their range.

The eyeless arrows fiercely pierced through every object that stood in its path, and the Yan army on the city wall had already begun to suffer casualties, and the number continued to increase.

Yan Wuji frowned slightly, looked at Liu Zhilan next to him and said, "Transfer the archers of the second column, and the rest of the people will stand by." ”

"Yes!" Liu Zhilan took the order and left, carefully leaning his body, trying to reduce the volume of his space, which could effectively reduce the probability of him being hit by a stray arrow, although there were guards around him, but this was determined by Liu Zhilan's always cautious and cautious character.

The arrows on the city were still raining down the city, and Yan Wuji was not worried about the problem of not having enough arrows at this time, because the armory in Xiema Town had already hoarded hundreds of thousands of arrows, enough for them to support for several months.

The Humont archers below were also desperately firing back under the cover of the infantry, hoping to reduce the pressure on the city walls for the besieging soldiers.

Compared with the longbows used by the Yan army to defend the city, the short bows used by the Hu Meng army are basically short bows, they are easier to carry than the long bow, but the power is far less than the longbow, so at this time, although it seems that Hu Meng's return shot has a slight upper hand, but that is because of the number of people.

You must know that at this time, there were only one hundred longbowmen on the north wall of the Yan army, which was the unit assigned to the first column by Yan Wuji, and after the one hundred longbowmen of the second column walked up to the city wall and joined the ranks of the battle, the slightly passive situation of the Yan army was immediately moved back.

Under Yan Wuji's purposeful and clear command, the arrow rain, which was twice as dense as before, ruthlessly raged in Hu Meng's arrow array, bringing Hu Meng even greater casualties and psychological pressure.

The Yan army on the city wall was less threatened by Hu Meng's bow and arrow, and it was more convenient to deal with the Hu Meng soldiers who climbed up the ladder.

Countless rolling logs and falling rocks smashed into the head of Hu Mengbing, who was holding the sword with the anger of the Yan army, and with the scream of the skull cracking, the body fell down the ladder heavily, smashing down the piece below.

There were several ladders with a whoosh, and a fire instantly ignited, and from a distance it looked like a fire path leading from the ground to the city wall, but no one dared to take it.

This is the scene after the Yan army dumped the tung oil down the ladder, and then lit the tung oil with a fire fold, and the Hu Mengbing on the ladder found the tung oil flowing downstream, and he didn't care how high he climbed, so he jumped down reflexively.

When fear dominates all thoughts, you can no longer care about the consequences, even if there is an abyss behind you, it is better to be happier than to be burned to death.

But there were also Hu Meng's soldiers who reacted slowly or hesitated, but what was waiting for them was the engulfment of raging fire, which illuminated the north city wall for a while, like the faces of a cold storage, mercilessly laughing at the military camp behind Hu Meng.