Archaeological history proves that the origin of early human civilization must be accompanied by the development of river culture. Therefore, where ancient civilizations were developed, there must be large rivers flowing through them. In the case of the world's four major civilizations, this argument is even more convincing. The early wars were mostly accompanied by the control of the ancient river basin civilization. The demise and rise of a civilization is often due to the fact that it occupies a huge river basin advantage and expands its own living space.

Dongyuan is located on the south bank of the Hutuo River, east of Taihang Mountain, the east side of Dongyuan is the fertile plain, the west side is the Taihang Mountain of thousands of peaks, the unique geographical location determines the strategic importance of this place. For a long time, Zhongshan also relied on the two cities of Shiyi and Dongyuan to form a defensive front to resist the attack from Zhao. It is precisely because of these two cities that Zhao's plan to advance northward has not been launched for a long time. In the words of the Zhongshan people, even if Zhao was able to advance to the Hutuo River, would he be able to take Dongyuan City?

Pang Cong stood on the hill, which was located in the northern part of Dongyuan Castle, and from here, you could still see the walls of Dongyuan Castle, which was already heavily guarded. On the fiercely unfurled flag, it seems to be burning with the will of the Zhongshan people. However, in Pang Cong's view, people's willpower is naturally the key to victory or defeat in war, but physical torture is even more difficult for people.

"General Hui, all the troops have been prepared, and they will be sent after listening."

Today's wind is a little strong, and the herald's voice is a little scattered, but with the power of Pang Cong's ears, he can still hear it very clearly. He looked up at the sky, and the evening sun was no longer dazzling, "What time is it?" ”

"Three moments."

Pang Cong counted the time, nodded and said, "Order, siege." ”

"Knock knock knock", the sound of war drums was like thunder on the flat ground, breaking the dull air. Whether it is Zhao Jun or Zhongshan Jun, it seems that they have become accustomed to this. The offensive routines and defensive methods of both sides have also become commonplace. This is also the reason why there is nothing to watch in the ancient battlefields, which are nothing more than city defense battles and wars of attrition. On the tall city wall, there are piles of white bones, whether it is the heroism of Zhao Guo's soldiers or the bravery of Zhongshan soldiers, they all have their own merits, not to mention more, whoever compromises first, who will become a prisoner.

However, now, Pang Cong's purpose is obviously not on the city wall not far away, there, it is just a disguise, and the real killing move is behind him.

Looking north from this place, you can clearly see the smoke and dust beside the river in the distance, and because of the barrier of the hill under your feet, you can't notice the hot scene there in the city. There, a tributary of the Hutuo River, stretches from the Hutuo River, bypassing the hills at its feet, and flowing into Dongyuan City, which is not far away. It is precisely because of the irrigation of this river that the residents of Dongyuan Castle can be guaranteed drinking water. The importance of this river cannot be overstated.

Pang Cong went deep into the vicinity of Dongyuan City many times to explore the terrain, and he was also very concerned about this hill and the most important water source in the city, which made him decide to implement a bold plan.

"General, all the men and horses are ready."

"Hmm." Pang Cong nodded, and looked back, it was a section of the tributary of the Hutuo River, and many Zhao soldiers had gathered on the riverbank. It's just that these soldiers don't have any weapons or armor, but are dressed in small clothes, some shirtless, watching the rushing river, ready to enter the water at any time. Behind them, the horses were loaded with rolling logs, and they were waiting for them. In order to prevent the river from being diverted, high dikes were built on both banks, and the crops on both sides were about to be overturned.

"Let's go."

With Pang Cong's order, the small colonel who gave the order ran down the mountain, and soon after, he saw a fast horse rushing towards the Zhao army on the shore, and after a while, I don't know who shouted, and the soldiers on both sides of the strait finally moved. The shirtless soldiers of the Zhao army took off their small clothes one after another, revealing their dark muscles, and jumped into the water in the face of the cold autumn wind. The autumn river was already a little biting, but Sergeant Zhao still gritted his teeth and paddled towards the center of the river.

At the same time, the horses on both sides began to dump logs into the river. After the rolling log fell into the water, it was dragged by the soldiers of the Zhao army, and soon two or three people together plunged the rolling log vertically into the water and slammed it into the water. The soldier next to him picked up the mallet and tapped the rolling logs to make them hold them more securely. Even so, due to the buoyancy of the water, it is very difficult to beat the stakes. Seeing that the rolling logs gradually gained scale, the soldiers on both sides of the strait hurriedly threaded the wooden stakes one by one with thick hemp rope to prevent the turbulent water from washing away the wooden stakes that had not yet been fixed.

Just when the Zhao army was in full swing preparing to stop the waist and cut off the river, the forward attack troops of the Zhao army were not idle.

He almost watched his colleagues behind him fall one after another, and he didn't care about the blood gushing out of his thighs, and slowly crawled towards Zhao Jun's military formation. He couldn't remember how many times he had woken up from the moment of death and run to his position. The arrow on his back was stuck by the armor, and it didn't pierce his back too much, but the pain was still enough for him to bear. But compared to him, who is covered in scars, it can be regarded as a piece of cake.

"I don't know if I'll be able to go back alive this time." He glanced up at the military formation and said in a self-deprecating tone. He was originally from Yan State, and in the last Yan Zhao War, he was captured to Zhao State. He thought that King Zhao would kill the Yan Kingdom and sacrifice to the sky, but he didn't expect to become a slave. What surprised him the most was that although he was a slave, he still had a part of the land, and he still had his own share of the grain. This made him have a lot of good feelings for Zhao Guo, and also broke his idea of returning to Yan Kingdom.

However, according to Zhao Guoxin's decree, slaves like himself must be conscripted unless they make meritorious contributions, and all their land and property will also be confiscated. If they accept the conscription, the state will take over the land and arrange for someone to take care of it, so there is no need to worry about the problem of poor harvest, and part of the levy will be exempted. In the event of a disaster year, the state will also replenish some of the food for you.

In comparison, once you return to Yan Kingdom, you will be connected to your family, and it is clear at a glance which is better and which is worse. Just because he didn't have such worries, he and the other captured soldiers were willing to stay in Zhao State. As for the defection before the battle, to be honest, these people were all scattered and organized into the Zhao army, and they couldn't become a climate at all.

He looked up at Zhao Jun, as if he was ready to charge. After the round of attacks just now, the Zhongshan soldiers defending the city seemed to have withered and died down. This is obviously the time when the attack is very appropriate. But for him, he had to speed up, otherwise he would be impacted, and his current situation would not allow him to dodge.

He slowly crawled towards Zhao Jun's position, and as he crawled, he looked back to see if the wound on his thigh was bleeding rapidly, at least the pain now had made him a little delirious. Just when he was in a daze, a cluster of afterglow in the corner of his eye made him suddenly startled. Then he began to crawl forward desperately, shouting loudly as he could: "Don't charge!" Don't charge! But it was clear that the wound on his thigh had not greatly reduced his mobility, and the excessive bleeding had left him with little strength, and his shouting did not seem to have much effect. Zhao Jun still launched a charge against the city wall without hesitation.

The Zhongshan army also seemed to have given up resistance, and there was no tower to deal with the attack of the Zhao army, as if the Zhao army wanted the city wall to be breached more than the Zhao army itself. As a result, Zhao Jun smoothly began to cross the moat, and was about to rush to the city wall with a cloud ladder to have a final decisive battle with the Zhongshan people.

He watched Zhao Jun pass by him one by one, trying his best to stop one or two soldiers and tell them what he had discovered. But it was almost impossible, and no one dared to delay and listen to his chatter when telling the moving military formation. At the same time, Chaya also felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and he seemed to have seen the impermanence of black and white, and beckoned to him not far away.

At this moment, a pair of broad hands took his arms, picked up his head, rolled his eyes, and shouted loudly as he turned: "Wake up, wake up!" ”

He finally breathed back, he barely opened his eyes, and saw a man wearing the same military robe as himself, trying to save himself, he looked at him in a trance, and said a few words in a very small voice.

However, when the army was charging, there were shouts of killing all around, and he could not hear what he was saying with all his might, except for a few movements of his lips. The man had to come close to Cha's ear and let him say it again and again, and at last, he heard Cha's last words, after exerting all his strength: "Yes... Smoke... After saying that, the whole person fainted again.

After hearing the errand's words, the whole person was half dead, and quickly put down the errand, and shouted as he ran back: "Stop! Stop it! When many soldiers heard this, the pace of the attack slowed down, and they didn't know what was happening, and they looked at each other. And when he was panting and was brought to the commander by the other soldiers, ready to ask the teacher, the Zhongshan army had already set up machinery on the city tower, and with a broken shout, several fireballs were thrown down from the city wall, and the target was indeed the bridge board added by Zhao Jun.

The fireball rain of the Zhongshan army smashed down, and soon ignited the bridge board built by the Zhao army to cross the moat, and the fireball that fell into the water was almost boiled because it was soaked in fire oil. So much so that as soon as the bridge was broken, Zhao Jun had to risk being burned even if he was close to the river.

At the moment when everyone was stunned, pieces of black things fell from the sky, like a wave of heavy rain, scattered among the Zhao army surrounded by the moat. However, the most frightening thing was that this black thing actually emitted its thick smoke, which soon filled the air. The soldiers who smelled the smoke coughed and struggled, but the smoke entered their nostrils with a pungent smell.

The attacking troops of the Zhao army fell into a thick smoke!