As the vanguard of the Zhao army, the Qiang warriors, after crossing the moat, immediately carried the remaining wooden ladders and rushed towards the city of Lingju County. Although Wei Xu's crossbowmen were still firing non-stop. But after all, the number of people was small, and the casualties caused to the besieging Zhao army were almost negligible.

Zhao Jun saw that the rain of arrows shot from the city was not very dense, so he became bolder. When they waited for the robes in the front row to erect the siege ladder, they rushed to the mouth of the ladder, and the ants attached themselves. In the blink of an eye, the lower half of the siege ladder was full of Qiang warriors who raised their shields and climbed up. Seeing this, Li Yanzhi turned his head and ordered loudly to the drummer: "Drumming!" Smash! ”

After hearing the sound of drums, the county soldiers guarding the city divided several people from the neatly arranged shield arrays and walked in the direction of the robes piling up the rolling wood and stones. After a short time, two people carried it, or three or four people worked together, and the rolling wood and stones that had been prepared were carried to the back of the battlements. At this time, the rain of arrows of the Hun cavalry outside the city was still endless. In the process of transportation, occasionally the soldiers of Lingju County fell to the ground with arrows, and soon, those wailing soldiers were put on their arms by the Tongze who rushed out on the side, and went down the stairs to the city.

After the rolling wood and stone transportation was completed, the grassroots generals at the head of the city poked their heads out, carefully checking the galloping track of the Hun cavalry, and looking at the enemy soldiers on the siege ladder. After a while, taking advantage of the moment when the Hun riders outside the city drove their horses and turned around, the grassroots generals roared in unison: "Smash!" ”

As the generals gave the order, the soldiers next to the battlements pulled out some of them to lower their shields, and then lifted the rolling logs or stones behind the battlements, laboriously moved them up the battlements, and then with all their strength, they threw them at the Diqiang warriors who were still climbing on the siege ladder. As soon as the stones were dropped, the soldiers immediately turned around and grabbed the ropes tied to the two ends, and then pressed one foot against the battlement wall, and several people pulled back together, trying to retract the thrown stones.

The Qiang warriors held their shields, thinking that with the scattered rain of arrows from the Lingju county soldiers, they should be safe. Unexpectedly, the rolling wood and stones that fell from the top of the city in an instant smashed down like a thunderbolt, and the generals of the Zhao army who were still climbing on the ladder had no time to dodge, and they were already hit one after another. Although some of the rolling wood stones hit the shield, the huge force transmitted by them caused the arm of the shield bearer to break and fracture at the first time. The Qiang warriors who climbed on the top of the city fell uncontrollably to the rear like a free fall.

When the soldiers of the city saw this, they all thought of dodging. However, the rear brigade is crowded with people, how can there be room for them to flicker and move? Many people could only watch as the robe that had ascended first volleyed into the air. The fast one is still able to raise his shield to block a block. However, with the sound of the falling human body, many of the robes waiting for the siege at the bottom of the ladder fell in response. Some of them abandoned their shields and wailed with their arms folded. The rest fell to the ground, their necks bent at an eerie angle, and there was no more sound.

Seeing the defenders at the head of the city take back the rolling wood and stones that they had just thrown, the Qiang warriors who were used as cannon fodder under the city were already a little afraid. However, the rear robe has been squeezing forward, and no one can retreat, only to be squeezed up the wooden ladders in this unanimous forward step, and then usher in his own fate.

The small setback did not make these Qiang warriors give up their efforts. Another wave of people climbed the ladder with a shield in one hand and a ladder in the other, and climbed towards the upper edge of the city wall. It's just that compared to the indomitable progress of the first wave of soldiers, their hearts have already played a small drum. From time to time, I looked up through the edge of the shield, fearing that the horrible rolling logs and stones would fall down.

However, the more you fear, the more you know, this truth has been practiced countless times. The rolling wooden stones with spikes that appeared again at the head of the castle were infinitely enlarged in the pupils of the warriors who had climbed up, and as if they had just done the first time, the falling rolling wooden stones struck the shields in the hands of the leading warriors, and the great force struck the shields they had tried in vain to shield, and each of them heard the crunch of snapping tendons and broken bones in their arms, or they had fallen freely without a breath.

These Qiang people have been active in the Longxi area for a long time, and the high ditch and deep fortress are not unseen. It's just that now the city walls of Rilingju are as tall as ever, covering the entire Longxi, and it is estimated that only Di Dao and Jincheng are still in between. The rest of the walls were not half as high.

Even the two counties of Nan'an and Longxi, which are the hub of Longxi and Guanzhong, have long been dilapidated at this time. The city was no more than two feet high, and the battle-hardened walls were even more crumbling.

The warriors who had climbed up were once again mercilessly smashed down by the rolling logs and rocks thrown down from the city. And the warriors who were attached to the siege ladder would never give up so easily. Behind him was the moat, which was also full of filth and stagnant water. No one wants to fall into that stagnant pool on the way to escape. Not to mention that even if they returned to the other end through the makeshift wooden ladder bridge, the Hun cavalry who were still wandering around the periphery were determined not to let them return to the camp smoothly.

The Qiang warriors attempted several climbs. However, apart from leaving dozens of corpses under the city, almost nothing was found. During these successive attacks, a centurion cut the ropes of the city's soldiers pulling the rolling logs and stones, and then bravely ascended the city. It's just that when he climbed up and came to the city, what was waiting for him was the tip of more than a dozen spears. The centurion had no room to dodge or fight back, and could only watch as more than a dozen spears stabbed into his body. The last sight in his eyes was the Hun cavalry still wandering and firing arrows on the other side of the moat.

After repeated failures, the Qiang generals who led the army to attack the city could no longer hang on their faces, so they had to send several fierce generals under their command, who were also the leaders of these Qiang tribes besieging the city, to supervise the siege of the city.

Seeing that the leaders of their own tribes had come to the front of the battle, leading the elite guards beside them to prepare for this tragic siege battle, the repeatedly frustrated Qiang warriors in front finally understood that this time it was real. If the battle is not effective, even if you can walk off the battlefield alive, you may not be able to walk home alive.

The leaders of the various departments who came to the front of the battle, looked at the subordinates under the command of the ant attached to the city, and ordered the loyal guards beside them to take out the horns and blow them. The sound of a horn resounded across the battlefield. The warriors who heard the horn were even more courageous. They no longer care about the rolling logs and rocks that are free-falling from the city. There were even people who waited for the rolling wood and stones to be dropped from the city, and grabbed the ropes tied to the ends with their hands, and slashed them with their swords.

At the head of the city, Li Yanzhi looked at the Qiang warriors who rushed towards the city like a tide, although his face was solemn, but a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. It's all hidden under a cold iron mask. Unlike the auxiliaries guarding behind the battlements on both sides, everyone on the castle tower was expressionless and ready to fight. After the key care of the Hun cavalry for nearly an hour, the current city tower is full of arrows with different tail feathers of the Hun cavalry.

Even in the face of such attention and arrows, the soldiers on the castle tower did not show any tiredness, fear and war-weariness. This also made Li Yanzhi a little relieved. After four years, after all, he still leads by example and tempers a team that is small in number, but it is enough to be called an elite soldier.

Li Yanzhi turned his head sideways and looked out from the enemy platform, and the surging Qiang warriors outside the city wall occupied almost any area in his sight. If the enemy army is allowed to enter the city, then those auxiliaries who have not been in battle for a long time will inevitably collapse first. After thinking about the current situation quickly, Li Yanzhi looked at a number of oil pots that had been emitting green smoke dozens of steps away, and a roar broke through his throat and echoed in the city.

"Splash oil!" Li Yanzhi's voice fell, and the drummer behind him was already struggling to beat the drum in front of him. The auxiliaries who had received the order, under the command of the generals, went to several people to wrap the ears of the pot with strips of cloth, and carried them to the battlement wall.

The Qiang warriors who climbed up saw that the head of the city in Lingju County was almost at their hands, and they were overjoyed. The first climber drew his sword with a loud sound, but his feet had already stepped on the wooden beams at the top of the wooden ladder. However, before he could roar and rush towards the city, he saw a swarthy cauldron on the edge of the battlement wall.

The first soldier was stunned for a moment, and before he understood what kind of novelty these Lingju county soldiers had taken out as weapons, the black iron pot on the side of the battlement wall had been turned horizontally. A puff of transparent yellow-brown liquid emitting green smoke followed suit! The first warrior didn't have time to react much, but instinctively covered his head and face with his sword-wielding right arm. But then a large area of pouring sensation, and the pain and burning sensation like a thousand needles pricking and stirring, spread through his nerves throughout his body.

"Ah——!h The first soldier howled miserably, and his left hand still stubbornly and instinctively grasped the wooden beam of the siege ladder to prevent himself from falling. Between the lightning and flint, the latecomers who were still climbing the ladder behind them also howled miserably, and the sound of knocking on the ground was heard one after another.

Before the unfortunate pioneer had time to think about his situation, the Lingju soldiers at the head of the city had already dropped several torches. The boiling oil that had just been poured out became the most thirsty fuel for these fires. The flames burned down the wooden ladder, and the first climber, who had just insisted on a few steps up the wooden ladder, became a burning man in the blink of an eye.

This time, in the face of the real burning sensation, he could no longer climb the ladder beam, and the shield in his left hand and the knife in his right hand had fallen unnaturally. After a while, the first climber, who was covered in fire, naturally fell off the city wall.

The boiling oil poured on the head of the pocket not only took care of the soldiers who climbed up the wooden ladder. It also hit a circle of enemy troops with a wooden ladder around the base of the wall. However, as the torches were dropped, wherever the boiling oil was poured on, they also burst into flames. Soon, the area around the wooden ladders became a real purgatory. Hundreds of Qiang warriors were on fire, running wildly or tumbling to the ground. The terrible howl and the scene of Shura's hell in front of him undoubtedly stimulated the senses of the rest of the people around him more profoundly.

The enemy troops, who had been around the ladder ready to fill it, were clumped into the fire by the howl of oil. Those who were not poured were rejoicing, but kept retreating, trying to get away from the Shura fire. The burning sensation of hot oil and wooden ladders and robes burning occasionally irritated the nerves of these Qiang warriors. After seeing this Shura scene, many soldiers in the back row have already begun to retreat.

However, at this moment, the horns of the tribal leaders urging the attack sounded behind them again! Under the supervision of these leaders, the soldiers in the back row crowded forward one after another, and many samurai carrying the long ladder forcibly pushed them away to move forward, despite the fear rising in the hearts of the soldiers in the front row. However, when they saw the burning fire under the city, they also retreated.

However, the Tongze people in the rear squeezed forward for no reason, so that the soldiers in the front row could not advance or retreat, and under the stimulation of the hellish scene in front and the smell of mushy wafting from the burning human body, finally the soldiers in the front row could not bear it anymore, turned around and drew their knives and slashed towards the crowded Tongze people in the back row.

At first, this kind of fire was an isolated case, but as more and more of the samurai in the front row turned back, the scale of the fire among the enemy forces grew.

A crossbowman at the head of the city, looking out through the battlement, did not want to miss such an opportunity. He raised the crossbow machine that had been wound in his hand, and looked through the lookout mountain, aiming at the enemy troops who were fighting in some parts of the city.

When Wei Xu saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and pressed the crossbow machine in the soldier's hand, and said, "Don't release the arrows, let them fight by themselves." ”

The soldier holding the crossbow machine looked at the city with some annoyance, and then turned his head to look at Wei Xu. I only heard Wei Xu say in a deep voice: "If we wait to release the arrows at this time, we can only urge those enemy troops who are in fire to turn around and attack the city." If I wait and watch from the top of the city, I don't know how long they will kill each other. ”

The battle between the two sides of the battle under the city has gradually become white-hot. Many soldiers on the side were also innocently involved, and they were inexplicably injured by fire and both sides. As a result, there are more and more Qiang soldiers who are actively or passively involved.

The leaders of the various tribes who were supervising the war in the rear saw that the soldiers in front of them were becoming more and more chaotic, and they were all unclear. It wasn't until the former army sent someone back to report that he woke up like a dream and hurriedly sent his most powerful generals with his attendants to stop this senseless fire.

By the time the fires were hastily resolved with the intervention of the leaders, the Qiang warriors were already scattered with the dead and wounded by the senseless fire. There were still fires burning under the city, and the soldiers who had fallen in the flames were all lifeless at this time. Some of them had turned into black charcoal under the scorching flames, and their bodies were curled up and contracted. There were wisps of black smoke, bringing up a scorching smell of burnt meat, which made the soldiers and soldiers of Lingju County in the city frown.

The terrible howls of the people under the city are gone. And after the fire, there were bursts of wails from time to time in the array. In this chaotic battlefield, the loss of life is often only a moment. The front and back rows of the various teams of Qiang warriors were separated, and in place of the cowardly soldiers were the elite guards around the leaders of the various tribes.

As the horn sounded again, the warriors holding the ladder rushed towards the city wall again, led by the elite guards. Seeing that the enemy army was rushing forward again, preparing to launch an offensive, the trumpets and drums on the city walls sounded. The soldiers of Lingju County, who were guarding everywhere, held weapons one after another, and closely watched every move of the enemy troops under the city.