This wave of attacking Zhao troops is no longer the same wave as in the morning. However, seeing that the robes who had besieged the city in the morning fled back in disarray, there was no lack of ridicule among them for these timid robes. There is even no shortage of stunned young people who are reprimanded in person. However, when they were about to go into battle, they did not realize that the robes who had returned from the unfavorable attack in the morning were watching their backs with pity.

Although they laughed at the timidity of others, when it was their turn to go into battle, these soldiers also held their shields high and cautiously approached the western wall of Jincheng County. The ladder that had been erected by the previous wave of people in the morning had now been knocked down and scattered on the ground beneath the city, stacked on top of each other on top of each other.

And the shield that was abandoned in the morning is now placed under the city wall in twos and threes. The blood stains on the oars and shields, which gradually turned purple red, also told them the fierceness of the siege battle in the morning.

As they entered a stone's throw away, these Zhao army foot soldiers raised the shields held tightly on their left arms one after another, protecting most of their bodies from above, and trying to get as close as possible to the other robes beside them, hoping that the shields of others could help them cover the places that their own shields could not cover.

The shield in the front row of many foot soldiers was also slowly advancing at this time. Hiding behind the huge oars, the soldiers of Zhao were each holding axes and hammers in their hands, ready to carry out their heavy tasks of earthwork. Around the shield, the Zhao army foot soldiers holding round cards followed the footsteps of the shield step by step, and the shield in their hands had already turned the shield into an impermeable shield wall around the shield.

Today, on the west side of Jincheng County, there are more than 2,000 crossbowmen. The arrows they unleashed were far greater than the crossbowmen of the morning. However, because the Zhao army came prepared this time, everyone raised their shields to form an almost airtight array, and these densers far exceeded the arrows in the morning, but they had little effect.

Although on the head of Jincheng City, arrows were fired in volleys, like a torrential rain, pouring towards the advancing Zhao army's army array. However, each round of arrows had little effect. In this way, Zhang Lang, who was supervising the battle on the city tower, became more solemn and sad.

After about half a pillar of incense, seeing that the Zhao army was getting closer and closer to the city wall, it was less than thirty steps away, in the middle of the Zhao army's array, four siege vehicles covered with cowhide, were squeaking and making the sound of the wheels turning, and under the roof of the wooden structure, there were Zhao army foot soldiers, pushing these siege vehicles to slowly come towards the city gate.

Seeing the siege ram at the front of the siege car, which was half exposed and looked like fangs, Zhang Lang finally made up his mind and shouted loudly: "Ignite!" ”

The heralds, who had listened to the orders of the general, spread their legs and ran on the city wall, shouting: "Ignite the fire!" Several heralds soon passed Zhang Lang's order to all parts of the city wall, and the soldiers near the oil pot looked at their commanders, took out fire folds, and then lit several torches, and handed them into the hands of their own soldiers.

The dozens of oil pots that had been burned all morning before, at this time, because the firewood had been extinguished, were as calm as water. However, the wisps of green smoke coming out of the soybean oil in the pot show the fact that the inside of these oil pots is not calm. Zhang Lang, who was standing on the city tower and monitoring the movements of Zhao Jun, was also like these oil pots at this time, calm on the surface, but there was a terrible storm inside.

When Li Yanzhao escorted this batch of soybean oil from Guangwu County, he made a brief report to Han Pu and Zhang Lang. To the effect that the production of these oils is scarce and expensive, the cost of each stone is as high as nearly 1,000 yuan, and it is usually passed between the markets and eaten by the people. However, as the war became more urgent, it was confiscated and taken into military use.

Li Yanzhao probably talked about the idea of using boiling oil to defend the city. Zhang Lang is well-informed and thorough. And I am glad that I have obtained so many sharp weapons. But Han Pu was quite unimpressed.

Although Zhang Lang is not resistant to using this kind of thing. However, the high price of these soybean oils also made him quite frightened. What's more, the Zhao army is here, there are a large number of people, if the precious soybean oil is used up in the first few days, and the Zhao army launches a more fierce attack, it will undoubtedly have to use the flesh and blood of the soldiers to face these surging attacks.

The Zhao army has arrived at the city, they did not rush forward to help up the ladders that were scattered and knocked down, but under the cover of some soldiers, some soldiers went to the city with shields on their heads, and moved the corpses of the soldiers who were piled up under the city to open several passages.

When the earthworks behind the shield began to chisel the base of the city wall of Jincheng County under the cover of the shield wall, the four siege vehicles outside the city gate also gradually approached the city gate.

In Zhang Lang's eyes, these Zhao Jun's every move was in full view of him, and his brain was racing rapidly, trying to find the best time to attack these Zhao Jun.

As the siege vehicles reached the city, one continued to move slowly, while the other three stopped more than twenty paces away from the city gate, as if waiting for the previous one to be broken or destroyed.

"Roll the wood and get ready!" Seeing this, Zhang Lang waved his right hand, and the soldiers on the city tower had already lifted a heavy piece of rolling wood. The iron nails nailed to the rolling wood were covered with rust at this time, and it was obvious that the time when the rolling wood was born was very long.

"Put!" With Zhang Lang's roar, the piece of rolling wood that was lifted up to the battlement mouth soon fell freely as the soldiers on both sides let go. The people on the city tower only listened to the bang, and then looked down, the siege car had turned into powder in an instant, and only the Zhao army foot soldiers were left, and they were still rolling on the ground at this time, howling in pain.

The two soldiers smiled at each other when they saw that the rolling log had achieved the effect they had expected. However, just as the two of them struggled to pull the ropes on both sides of the rolling log, trying to recycle this piece of rolling wood, a Zhao army foot soldier suddenly drilled out from under the siege car that had just been smashed.

The rope broke in response, but before the Zhao soldier could find cover or retreat, the crossbowmen in the city had already fired a wave of arrows, and he was instantly shot into a hedgehog.

Watching the soldier Zhao staggering to the ground, Zhang Lang realized that the current situation was becoming more and more severe. The earthwork teams behind the shields had already made a lot of noise on the walls of Jincheng County. Even when Zhang Lang stood on top of the city tower, he could feel a slight tremor coming from under his feet.

For those impermeable shield walls composed of Zhao army's foot soldiers, these Liangzhou soldiers in the city now can be said to be helpless. Although some of the rolling wood stones thrown down earlier also brought a lot of losses to these earthwork teams and the Zhao army foot soldiers who were covering.

However, now that Zhao Jun has experience, he can no longer allow the Liangzhou soldiers at the head of the city to recycle these rolling wood and stones. Not only will the ropes that pull the rolling logs be cut every time now, but even if those rolling logs go down and knock down a piece of Zhao Jun's foot soldiers, there will be Zhao Army foot soldiers in the rear team who will immediately come up to fill the gap in defense.

The rhythmic tremor under Zhang Lang's feet was warning him of the damage that those Zhao Jun's earthwork teams were causing to the walls of Jincheng County. After a few breaths, Zhang Lang finally made up his mind, waved his hand, and ordered: "Set up a pot and pour oil!" ”

The drummer waved the drumstick in his hand and struck it five times on the drum surface of the trumpets. Then, as Zhang Lang's order spread in the city, the soldiers picked up the cloth used to insulate the temperature, turned around and lifted the oil pot, and then carried it to the edge of the battlement. Waiting for the orders of their respective commanders.

"Fuel!" With the sound of orders one after another at the head of the city, more than a dozen cauldrons were lifted to the battlements, and under the joint efforts of several soldiers, the pots were golden, smoking, and expensive liquids, so they were dumped down and poured straight into the Zhao Jun shield wall that gathered under the city and was engaged in demolition.

"Sting-" With the screeching explosion of the spilled oil touching everything that contained moisture, a continuous wail that did not resemble a human voice suddenly rang out from under the city.

"Throw the torch!" As the low-level generals everywhere gave orders with expressionless faces, countless torches on the head of the city were thrown straight down the city, and when they came into contact with the hot oil that had just been poured on the city, they slowly began to burn......