The defeated Zhao army's foot soldiers no longer had strict military orders in their eyes, and the shouts of the officials were just some meaningless noises in their ears at this time. Even the Hun cavalry supervising the battle in the rear stepped forward and killed dozens of fleeing foot soldiers one after another, but it still could not stop their retreat.

Fear engulfed and swept through the hearts of these Zhao soldiers like a storm. The raging fire under the city was truly displayed in front of their eyes, the burned ladders and shields, and the robe that rolled and struggled in the flames, all warned them. The walls of the Golden City have become an insurmountable obstacle for them today. Even on the way back, the tragic images of those robes consumed by the flames were still turned over before their eyes, and scene by scene kept reflecting a complete and cruel image in their minds.

Liu Yue saw that the Hun cavalry led by him killed the defeated soldiers one after another, but still could not recover the momentum of the retreat, so he had to order the cavalry to retreat to the side temporarily, so as not to be impacted by the rout and cause unnecessary casualties.

Liu Yue led his troops to avoid the defeated Zhao army's foot soldiers, and then made a detour, approaching a stone's throw from the city wall on the west side of Jincheng County. The Liangzhou army at the head of the city saw that the Zhao soldiers were defeated and retreated, so they were all encouraged, and the city head was jubilant. The psychological shadow caused by the Zhao army's trebuchet overturning the oil pot to the sergeant in the city head also ceased to exist at this time.

Fang had just stopped shooting the crossbowmen of the Liangzhou army in the back of the fleeing Zhao army's infantry, and when he saw that in the southwest corner, the Hun cavalry led by Liu Yueqin had advanced to the land of an arrow, so under Zhang Lang's order, he shot a wave of arrows under the city in a demonstration. With a swift and sharp whistling sound, those arrows shot into the soil in front of the Zhao cavalry. Occasionally, a few Zhao soldiers were shot by the city's crossbows and fell to the ground neighing. The cavalry of the Zhao army, who lost their horses, could only come out from the side and run to the rear, trying to change horses and fight again.

Liu Yue saw a wave of arrows shot from the city, and he was not to be outdone. He conceived many methods before attacking the city, and the siege equipment was not too many, and the first landing reward given was not insignificant. However, on the first day of the offensive battle, he suffered one defeat after another, and he did not even climb the head of the city several times, which made him feel extremely unhappy.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Yue ordered the cavalry under his command to urge the war horses to gallop along the southwest corner of Jincheng County in the direction of the West Gate. These Hun horsemen lined up in five columns, and each of them struggled to urge the horses to sit down, and the speed of these horses soon reached a fairly fast level.

Then with Liu Yue's order, arrived at the front row of Hun cavalry outside the gate of Jincheng City, they controlled the war horses to jump high, and then they took the bow and arrows on horseback, and when the war horse jumped to the highest point, let go of the right hand and two fingers of the arrow, and the arrow left the bow, with the unwillingness of these Hun horsemen, they shot to the Jincheng tower.

The Hun cavalry that rushed to the gate of Jincheng was endless, so the war horses that jumped up and the arrows that left the string were also endless. The Huns are worthy of being a nation on horseback, and the extremely difficult technique of controlling the jump of the war horse and then releasing the arrows in the hand at the highest point of the jump has been used so skillfully by these ordinary Hun knights that it has to make Zhang Lang at the head of the city feel alarmed.

As soon as the first wave of arrows came out of the vicinity of the tower with the sound of the howling wind, Zhang Lang was pressed down by several loyal guards and hid behind the battlement wall. Although the arrows fired in the direction of the castle tower were not many each time, the victory was endless. Listening to the sound of arrows aggressively shooting into the battlement wall and the city tower behind him, Zhang Lang's palm holding the handle of the knife also dripped.

The drummer on the tower could not dodge, and was already hit by several arrows and fell to the ground. The soldier next to him risked his life and bent forward, trying to drag him down the tower for treatment. However, when the hand reached under his nose, he was already out of breath. The big drum in front of the drummer who was used to give orders was also shot through the drum with a popping sound. Zhang Lang, who was hiding behind the battlement wall, saw this scene happening in front of him, and his face showed a little pain.

As the five thousand Hun cavalry shot arrows one after another, and then ran away, this wave of continuous storm-like diffuse shooting was already scarred by the Ximen Tower of Jincheng County. Hearing the sound of arrows coming from the city, Zhang Lang, who was hiding behind the battlement wall, only then did he look outside the city, and saw that the Hun cavalry had left one after another, and then gathered in the rear, looking at the scarred West Gate Tower, admiring their masterpieces.

Liu Yue led the Hun cavalry to shoot this wave of arrows on the tower of the West Gate City, which undoubtedly did not play a big role. The Liangzhou army in the city only lost a few people and wounded more than a dozen. Zhang Lang knew that the meaning of this King of Zhao Zhongshan was also obvious, it was nothing more than unwillingness, and he used this wave of arrows to vent his anger to Zhang Lang himself, who was supervising the battle on the city tower, and it was also a demonstration against the defenders of Jincheng.

To be sure, Zhang Lang was not impressed by such demonstrations by the Huns, which had little practical effect. I think that these Huns are also meaninglessly venting their anger. Today, they repeatedly stormed the western city of Jincheng County with superior forces, and attacked twice in the morning and afternoon, but they were almost fruitless, and they returned with a feather. It is no wonder that Liu Yue would make such an ineffective move to vent his anger.

Looking at the Hun cavalry who turned their horses and returned to the camp, Zhang Lang, who was gray-faced on the city tower, laughed a few times, and then let go of his voice and roared: "Liu Yue Xiaoer! Do you dare to fight tomorrow? Lang is waiting here to see how many soldiers you will have to lose tomorrow! ”

Zhang Lang finished shouting, and then raised his right hand and ordered the soldiers in the city to shout with him. So the shouts of more than 2,000 soldiers at the head of Xicheng City were carried by the wind and reached the ears of Liu Yue, who was about to lead his troops back to the camp.

Liu Yue only listened to the sound of the wind, and the "Liu Yue Xiaoer" shouted by the Liangzhou soldiers at the head of Jincheng City echoed in his ears like thunder. He was a Xiongnu nobleman and also had knowledge of the Han language, so he turned back in anger, but heard the shouts of "Look at how many soldiers you will have to lose tomorrow" from the city. I felt that the blood was surging, and my hair was upside down in an instant. The horses under his seat heard this imposing shout, as if they were also afraid, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Zhang Lang! Don't deceive people too much! This king hereby swears that he will take the golden city! On the day the city is broken, you will be cut by a thousand cuts! Liu Yue raised his horsewhip, pointed to the Jincheng Tower, and shouted with all his might. However, his shouts were doomed to be in vain, and he was soon drowned out by the roars of the city's soldiers......

Glancing at the towering west wall of Jincheng County again, Liu Yue turned his horse's head and turned back in the direction of his camp in anger.

The offensive of the Zhao army came and went quickly. Looking at the Zhao army that retreated like a tide, and the Hun cavalry who returned to their camp with smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, the Liangzhou soldiers at the head of the city broke out into bursts of earth-shattering cheers. The head of the city of Jincheng County has become a sea of joy.

Crying and crying, roaring and roaring. The Liangzhou soldiers at the head of the city soon began to deal with the aftermath. The robes who died at the head of the city were quickly carried down the city and placed together for burial, and the wounded soldiers were also carried off the city wall by the robes, and then transferred to the county court. At this time, the county government of Jincheng County gathered more than a dozen doctors, and the entire county government was filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell of herbs, as if it had become a temporary field hospital in Jincheng County.

After the battle, the soldiers on the city of Jincheng, except for a few people who were left to guard the city, the rest went down to the back of the city, and then gathered together in twos and threes, and warm bonfires were lit in the open space behind the city wall. It reflects the excited or tired faces of the soldiers.

The fireheads quickly carried the night's meal to the resting place of the soldiers. The Liangzhou soldiers, who had been fighting all day, smelled the smell of hot wheat mixed with the smell of wheat, and stood up one after another. When they saw the cauldron with batter in their mouths, these men all showed a long-lost light and look on their faces.

"Zhang Fujun understands the hard work of everyone guarding the city, and specially instructs me to wait for enough salt! Please rest assured, brothers, to be full! If it's not enough, there is still a room! The fireheads who carried the food shouted loudly at this time. However, hearing that the batter was full of salt, the Liangzhou soldiers who were resting under the city were already impatiently squeezing towards the cauldrons.

In a few moments, the soldiers who had filled the batter beside the pot had already squeezed out of the crowd, and despite the fact that their hands were covered with dust, and at this time they were still extremely dirty gray-black, they took the slightly hot coarse porcelain bowl, found a place near the base of the city wall, sat down, and brought the bowl to their mouths, their lips and tongues were hot and numb, but they still ignored the hot mouth, and wantonly and greedily enjoyed the temperature of the food in the bowl.

"Fu Jun has added a lot of salt to his meal this time! Brothers, the prince of the government has treated me so much, and in the future, we will defend the city, and everyone will have to fight bravely, so as to live up to the good treatment of the prince of the palace to us! A general, who usually had a reputation in the army, finished the batter in the bowl beautifully, and then stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of the bowl greedily before standing up and raising his arms and shouting.

The general's words were echoed among the soldiers beside him. These men who fought all day long, while gulping down enough salted and still some hot batter, shouted slogans one after another, expressing their satisfaction and loyalty.

"Fight the enemy! Fight your way to the enemy! Fight your way to the enemy! The slogans in the mouths of hundreds of soldiers finally converged into a burst of sky-shaking shouts, echoing in the west side of Jincheng County, lasting for a long time.

Zhang Lang, who was visiting and comforting the injured soldiers in the county government, heard this louder shout, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He straightened up and looked at the west of the city, then nodded slightly and said, "The military heart is available, the military heart is available!" ”