Zhang Lang personally led the only hundreds of Jincheng army elites in his hands, rushing on the current city wall full of loopholes, where the battle situation was critical, he led these subordinates to run there. Under the desperate battle, the soldiers around him were gradually decreasing, and even he himself suffered several injuries. Thanks to his iron armor, otherwise he would probably not be able to escape the end of the battle and death in the city.

The soldiers of Lingju County, who have become the backbone of defending the city, are also grouping together in groups of three or five at this time, fighting endlessly. In the bloody battles and battles at the head of the city, seeing many former playmates, neighbors, friends, and relatives fall in a pool of blood in front of them, these recruits are also gradually inspired to hide the blood and ferocity hidden in their hearts. Under the command of those veteran generals who had served in the army, they began to form small military formations of three or five or even ten or eight people, and then advanced and retreated together, fighting the Zhao army who climbed the city wall.

For a while, the tips of the knives struck each other, and the shouts of killing were endless. Zhang Lang led the troops to make up the defenses everywhere, running around on the city wall, very tired. The soldiers on both sides of the city continued to fall, and the blood flowing from under them gradually gathered into blood-colored streams on the city wall, which converged along the slightly low terrain on the side of the female wall, and then flowed down from the various drains, until the inner earthen walls were dyed with distinct blood-colored traces.

Zhang Lang gradually felt tired in the continuous running and fighting. Although the Lingju County soldiers at the head of the city gathered into a small phalanx to fight against the Zhao army that forced the head of the city, their training and lack of battlefield experience still made them pay the price at any time. Seeing that there were more and more soldiers of Zhao soldiers pouring into the city, the guards led by himself could not plug these gaps that had been opened one by one. Zhang Lang couldn't help but roar angrily: "Drumming! ”

In the heavily protected tower, the drummers immediately swung their drumsticks with all their strength and struck them vigorously. Suddenly, the sound of drums fluttered above this unyielding city...... When the soldiers who were resting and waiting for the city heard this drum beat, they all stood up with excitement, nervousness, or pain, picked up the weapons in their hands, and looked up at the city.

Above the city, a guard beside Zhang Lang shouted: "What are you doing in a daze under the city? Hurry up to the city to support! As soon as the words fell, the shouts of the generals came from the city. With the urging of the generals, these soldiers, who were still resting under the city, had been taken to the bloody Shura field at the head of the city in the blink of an eye.

The long-lasting smell of blood on the top of the city and the putrid smell of dead bodies wafting from time to time under the city were mixed with the walls of the city. After these days of fierce battles and perseverance, even these Lingju County soldiers who have just joined the army for less than a month have long been accustomed to it. They often faced the frantic attacks of Zhao Bing, and sometimes the opposite side was constantly attacking. So they had to fight on the top of the city with hunger. Now this disgusting smell can no longer cause any small ripples in their hearts.

The Lingju County soldiers in the new Shangcheng are almost the only remaining mobile troops in Jincheng County today. Zhang Lang also threw them in, which shows how dangerous the battle in the city has become.

The soldiers in Shangcheng consciously formed a small battle group in groups of several or more than ten people, and after selecting the target, they pressed towards the Zhao army who were fighting hard with their robes. The soldiers who received reinforcements were greatly boosted for a while, and together with these soldiers who were reinforced in the rear, they launched a fight against the Zhao army who climbed the city.

Zhang Lang deserves to be a veteran of the long-term war. Seeing that his soldiers had gradually regained the initiative in the battle, he ordered his own guards to follow him closely and kill them at the mouth of several ladders where Zhao's army had ascended the city. Zhang Lang has several wrestlers under him, all of whom are armed with powerful but heavy weapons such as long-handled axes and hammers.

In the hand-to-hand combat of Fang Cai, they did not play a big role. However, at this time, in the face of the Zhao army's foot soldiers who continued to enter the city from the mouth of the cloud ladder, these wrestlers picked up the weapons in their hands and walked over step by step. Zhao Jun, who had just landed in the city, saw that this group of people was coming violently, and was about to organize people to resist, but the big axe in the hand of the first person had already swept over, and even split a Zhao army foot soldier into two. Seeing this, a Zhao sergeant on the side, who was coerced by fear, waved the knife in his hand, intending to slash at the axeman who was unable to receive.

His sword was only halfway slashed before he saw another iron-clad warrior wielding a hammer from behind the axeman. The long-handled hammer in the hand of the thug was the size of a watermelon, and the hammer was covered with dense spikes and barbs, and it fell straight down on him, and before it was close, it already made people feel cold all over their bodies.

The hammer-wielding wrestler didn't have any intention of keeping his hand at all, and smashed straight down with a hammer, and even if the head of the Zhao soldier on the opposite side was smashed, his brain burst out in an instant, splashing the Liangzhou soldiers around him. The soldier who had wielded the axe earlier glanced back at the hammer-wielding soldier and shouted with a little dissatisfaction: "Second Zhao! Can't you be a good woman? Look at the fact that you smashed him to a pulp, and the brothers lost the first level of decapitation! ”

The hammer-wielding wrestler, who was called Zhao Lao Er, held the giant hammer in one hand, put the fingers stained with blood and brains in his mouth with the other hand and sucked it, and sighed: "Hu Wan! You're yelling fart! This level is Lao Tzu's military exploits, Lao Tzu doesn't want to cut off his head to receive merit, he just wants to smash his head to pieces, can you manage it? ”

Zhang Lang was also splashed with blood and brains, and he frowned and looked at the two subordinates in front of him who were fighting happily, and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness. He opened his mouth and reprimanded: "Second Zhao! Huwan! What are you two asking for, and what are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and clear out the battlements, lift their ladders, and put them on our walls for the New Year? ”

When the two heard the main general's scolding, they immediately stopped making a sound, each holding the axe and hammer in their hands, and continued to step forward to deal with Zhao Jun who had ascended the city from the cloud ladder.

With these wrestlers opening the way in front, they chose to lean on the side of the battlement wall, and together with the Lingju county soldiers guarding the city wall, they faintly formed a flank attack on those Zhao troops who landed in the city. And the power of the weapons in the hands of these wrestlers, there are individual soldiers with spears or swords and shields on their sides to protect them, and for a while, the axe rises and falls, killing the piece of Zhao Jun in front of them crying father and mother.

Zhang Lang saw that the wrestlers were fighting in front, and there was no Zhao Jun climbing up the ladder for a while, so he hurriedly ordered some soldiers holding special halberds beside him to use the horizontal blades on the halberds to hold the ladder, and then several people worked together to push the ladder outward.

With a squeaky sound, the cloud ladder at the head of the city in front of him fell straight to the city under the joint efforts of everyone......

Zhang Lang personally led his loyal guards to fight all the way, and after knocking down several ladders one after another, as the number of Zhao troops who landed in the city decreased, the battle situation developed more favorably in favor of the defenders of Jincheng. The wrestlers with axes and hammers swept all the way through the city, and few could match them. Coupled with the soldiers who defended the city and later reinforced, the space of the Zhao army in the city was gradually compressed......

By the time it got dark, the curtain finally came down on this difficult defensive battle. Blood flowed from the top of the city, and the dead and wounded were pillowed. Everywhere you can see stumps and broken arms, or beheaded by the waist, and the head of the Zhao soldier is broken. Zhang Lang's wrestlers were also exhausted at this time, holding the weapons in their hands one by one, sitting or lying next to the pile of dead corpses, panting for breath.

Zhang Lang looked at the rising first quarter moon, as well as the brightly lit Zhao army camp not far outside the city, and the accumulated corpses on the city wall, and his mood became heavier and heavier...... [.]