Looking at the ladder that had fallen repeatedly in the rain of arrows, but could always be erected again, the sinister smile on Azig's face could no longer be hidden.

"Haha, haha, these Nikans are doing a really good job, I want to see how long Ming Pig can last."

Hearing Azig's cries, Dreger's lips moved, but he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Azig's idea is not bad, under such a fierce rain of arrows, the casualties of the Ming army must be very large. There's really no need for the White Flag Warriors to charge now.

If the rain of arrows continued for a few more moments, the white flag would not kill a few more Nikans, and the Ming army, which had suffered too many casualties, would be one step closer to collapse.

This kind of battle situation has been seen many times by the experienced Dregger.

Aren't the Ming armies of Salhu, Liaoshen, and Guangning all performing like this?

As long as the rain of arrows completely breaks the confidence of the Ming army, the destruction of the city is just a matter of a snap of a finger.

Thinking of this, Dregg stopped talking and stood behind Azig with peace of mind, looking at the head of Iron Mountain with a smile on his face.

At the head of the city, Mao Youjun watched the righteous warriors who helped him fall in the rain of arrows, and felt extremely guilty in his heart. Mao Youjun had seen through Houjin's despicable methods, but he had no other way to deal with it.

In order to save a few more veterans of the Dongjiang Army and kill a few Houjin Tartars, Mao Youjun could only watch the volunteers die ruthlessly.

The clock ticks by. There was still a shout of killing in the city and under the city.

In a quarter of an hour, the ladder fell and stood again.

In another quarter of an hour, the ladder stood and fell.

By the third quarter of an hour, the ladder had not yet been able to reach the top of the city steadily.

A sinister smile on the corner of Azig's mouth froze on his face.

The Iron Mountain Ming Army is so resilient!

Dregg couldn't stand still, and he stepped forward and offered to ask.

"Twelfth Master, I'm going to supervise the battle, right?"

"No, I'll go myself."

As if he had been stepped on by the tail, Azig exclaimed angrily.

He must tear this Iron Mountain guard, who has repeatedly damaged his face, to shreds with his own hands.

"The Twelve Masters......"

Before Dreger could speak again, Azig had already mounted his horse and rushed straight towards Iron Mountain City.

Seeing Azig's flag pressed forward, the soldiers with white flags were suddenly demoralized.

The soldiers with the white flag knew that the time for the general attack had come.

At the sound of the whining horn, Nikan under the city wall was quickly driven aside by the soldiers with white flags, who took over the ladder in full swing, and the heavily armed soldiers began to climb the ladder.

Seeing from the gap in the battlements that the Houjin General Banner had been pressed under the city, Mao Youjun knew that the biggest test of Tieshan City was coming.

"Let the brethren prepare, for the hour is coming." Mao Youjun pulled out his usual Yanling knife with a gloomy face.

Sure enough, the ladder, which had been relatively easy to push, became a little difficult to shake, and the rain of arrows falling from the top of the city became sparse, replaced by more direct feathered arrows, which clanged at the battlements.

The figure of the dead soldier of the Eight Banners slowly approached the head of the city steadily.

"Brethren, it's time for us to fight hard. Kill the beasts! ”

Standing up straight, waving his knife and roaring, Mao Youjun took the lead and threw himself towards the cloud ladder.

At the head of the city, the Dongjiang army, which had been resting for a long time, swarmed out, and smashed down the city like ash bottles and stones.

Seeing that the density of the counterattack at the head of the Iron Mountain City had only increased sharply at this time, the grim smile on Azig's face bloomed again.

The dead men were already very close to the city. If the Ming army expected this level of counterattack to be able to hold off the warriors with the white flag, then they were very wrong.

The development of the battle situation was just as Azig thought, although there were constantly rushing dead soldiers being smashed down from the ladder, but there were still dead soldiers rushing to the head of the Iron Mountain City.

"Huh."

Seeing the dead rushing up to the city, Azig let out a wolf-like howl and hurried his horse to the ladder.

"Steady, steady. Drive them down. ”

At the head of the city, Mao Youjun shouted while swinging his knife and slashing at the Houjin dead man who had just stepped on the city.

With a loud sound of "dang", Mao Youjun and the Houjin dead soldiers who rushed to the city fought hard. The huge force shook Mao Youjun back a few steps.

But hindered by Mao Youjun's blow, the flaws in the Houjin dead man were opened, and the old soldiers of the Dongjiang Army took the opportunity to stab the city with a spear.

"Boss, there are already three Tartars rushing up over there."

The guard's roar sounded in Mao Youjun's ears.

"Leave one ladder behind, and the others will go down." Mao Youjun shouted loudly without hesitation.

After struggling to overturn the ladder in front of him, Mao Youjun looked up at the city head.

The situation in front of him made Mao Youjun gasp.

The 3rd and 4th Houjin dead soldiers were already forming a small military formation, echoing each other and protecting a cloud ladder behind them. The helmet on the ladder swayed, and another dead man was about to ascend to the top of the city.

This is not the situation that Mao Youjun expected, this is clearly allowing Houjin to break through the city.

Looking at the faces of the Dongjiang troops around him, he sighed deeply, and Mao Youjun shouted: "Throw the wood." ”

With Mao Youjun's shout, the Dongjiang army hurriedly lifted out dozens of tree stumps that were two or three meters long and thick enough to hug and smashed towards the ladder.

This long and thick sassal wood is the real nemesis of the ladder.

A piece of samarsal wood of hundreds of catties dropped from a high place is so powerful that it is not something that human power can resist at all. And the thin ladder was hit hard by such a force, and it could only end up being broken.

The sassagne fell, and for a while, the 2 and 30 ladders inlaid with white flags were smashed by the sassaga one after another. Only the ladder guarded by the four Houjin dead soldiers survived because the Dongjiang Army's sassal trees could not be attacked.

The focus of the city and the city suddenly all gathered at the only intact cloud ladder.

"When."

After another loud bang, Mao Youjun shook his numb hands and sighed helplessly again.

These Tartars are definitely not soldiers with white flags.

Mao Youjun with a white flag has dealt with several times. Although the soldiers with white flags are also very strong, they are not as strong as the Tartars in front of them.

What's even more terrifying is that the Tartars in front of you do a very good job of coordinating and protecting each other.

The formation of 4 Tartars was difficult for the Dongjiang Army to capture. Even the attack launched by Mao Youjun led by the Dongjiang Army only killed 1 dead soldier.

It was not easy to kill one, but Houjin added another one from the ladder, and the Houjin dead man who stood firm still maintained 4.

Mao Youjun's confidence was finally shaken.

The gap between the two sides was too great, and his plan seemed to have no hope of success.

glanced at the city again from the gap in the battlements, although he couldn't see it clearly, but Mao Youjun knew that the main general of the Tartars had not climbed the ladder.

Alas, alas.

Unfortunately, the situation in the city could not afford him any longer.

"Set fire."

Mao Youjun roared angrily, swung his knife and rushed towards the Houjin Dead Soldier.

After receiving Mao Youjun's order, the Dongjiang sergeant took out some coarse porcelain wine jars and threw them to the city.

At the only intact cloud ladder, the Dongjiang army also threw 7 or 8 wine jars from both sides.

The wine jar fell from the top of the city more than two feet high and fell to pieces, and the liquid in the wine jar splashed on the ladder and everywhere under the city. A pungent smell began to spread under the city.

At this time, the excited Azig had just run close to the intact ladder. Smelling this smell, Azig's face suddenly changed.

What happened to Ningyuan City, Azig still remembers it deeply.

Especially the fire that Ning Yuancheng set off, Azig will never forget it for the rest of his life.

This is obviously the smell of fire oil, and the defenders of Iron Mountain are also going to set it on fire?

Azig is a spirit.

"Withdraw, withdraw."

Azig turned his horse's head, turned around and ran.

As soon as the horn of the white flag for the withdrawal of the troops was sounded, the torches of the Dongjiang army were thrown from the city.

Where the fire flared, the soldiers with white flags fled in a hurry.