The roars and curses of the mountains and the mountains, the intersecting of gold and iron with weapons striking each other, and the screams brought by the sharp blades reverberated in the air, and the flames burned the wood of the ladder, and the black smoke covered the clouds and the sun, and the smoke and dust made it almost impossible for those standing under the thin knife ridge to see the walls of the mountain.

From dawn to dark, the attack and defense of thousands of people were not interrupted, and the siege soldiers came like a tide, and retreated like a tide, wave after wave, like a huge wave hitting the shore, smashing on the rock-like Diaoyu City, shattering, turning into droplets and scattering without a trace, only to drop one mutilated corpse after another and all kinds of weapons and ordnance all over the ground under the city wall.

The remnant sun is colorful, a touch of melancholy clouds.

The originally smooth stone walls were covered with knife marks and arrows, mottled blood stains everywhere, it was impossible to distinguish whether they were left by the siegers or defenders, the groans of the war wounded drifted helplessly on the silent battlefield, like wandering ghosts, and a flock of black crows hovered in the air, greedily looking at the flesh and blood corpses and pecking at them.

Yang Zhan stood at the foot of the mountain with a pale face, watching the depressed family members retreat, his heart was as if he had been beaten on the iron felt with a heavy hammer, and his heart ached.

Today's offensive, he invested all his strength, after the miscellaneous soldiers were exhausted, at noon, Yang Zhan, who had already killed the red-eyed, made a desperate bet, and put the last elite Jiading team of 2,000 people on the battlefield, striving to break the city with one blow, but the people went up, except for a short period of time to occupy a small section of the city wall, no results were achieved, the people who rushed to the city were quickly driven down, and the time that lasted less than half an hour, looking at the corpses all over the mountain, the eight thousand strange barracks were almost disabled in a battle, The dead and the injured almost accounted for half of the people, and this result not only surprised Yang Zhan, but also frightened him.

Counting on the head of the city, but two or three thousand people, relying on danger and self-respect, actually blocked the repeated impact of eight thousand people for a whole day, and ten cannons were not shot, firmly locking the official road, so that Zeng Ying tens of thousands of people stayed here and couldn't move, as soon as he thought of Zeng Ying's angry appearance when he saw him, Yang Zhan was covered in sweat, and the autumn wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver.

The last rays of light disappeared on the top of the mountain, the sky darkened, a bonfire was lit in the tents of the official barracks that stretched for several miles, and the rich aroma of rice wafted in the night sky.

Yang Zhan frowned and walked towards Zeng Yingzhong's military tent, thinking about how to face Zeng Ying's angry scolding later, thinking about it, but he had no clue, the battle was like this, no matter how he defended it, it was pale, the more he thought about it, the more cold his heart became, there seemed to be a thousand catties of weight under his feet, and he almost stumbled and fell down several times during walking.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, which startled him from his contemplation, and when he heard the reputation, it was a place where the firehead army was divided, and a group of soldiers shouted loudly around the firehead, as if they were scolding something, and the fat firehead army did not give an inch, and cursed something in a greasy voice.

Yang Zhan paused and listened carefully, it turned out that the porridge that the group of soldiers was disposing of was getting clearer and clearer, almost all of them could see the figures, and the number of grains of rice in the water could be counted clearly, blaming the Huotou Army Supervisor for stealing himself, fattening himself and abusing the sergeants, the Huotou Army was even more angry, and scolded back that the food of the army was so little, after eating this meal, there was no next meal, if you want to have food tomorrow, you have to save a little, and said that the sergeants are all pigs' heads, such a small city can't be beaten, there is a lot of military food in the treasury of Chongqing, and you can eat a full meal in the past, who the called you so incompetent? The two sides refused to give in to each other, and the scolding became louder and louder, which alarmed the adjutant in the army, and came out to comfort them, and then the sergeants scolded and left.

Yang Zhan's heart was shocked again, the army was not enough food, I had heard that when the Shunqing Mansion fought with Zhang Xianzhong, the grain and grass in the army all relied on the supply of the eastern Sichuan provinces, especially the official warehouse of Chongqing Mansion stored tens of thousands of grains, as Zeng Ying's old nest has always been a transit station for grain and grass to be transported from the east to the west, since it fell into the hands of Wang Huan, Zeng Ying will be anxious, and Zhang Xianzhong, who would rather suffer losses and not share the sky, will also rush back, if there is no food, he will be gallant, and the army's heart is unstable.

Thinking about it like this, Yang Zhan's heart was a little heavier, a day of wasting time on himself, and the grain and grass in the army were a little tighter, would Zeng Ying cut off his head?

Entering the Chinese military tent, I saw Zeng Ying's expressionless majesty sitting in the middle, a group of generals on both sides, the tent was silent, even a needle could be heard on the ground, as soon as Yang Zhan came in, everyone's eyes fell on him, sympathy, schadenfreude, and different eyes.

Yang Zhan stepped forward and bowed, Zeng Ying nodded slightly, let him stand aside, Yang Zhan opened his lips and dragged his feet over.

Zeng Ying had a cold face, and ordered several generals one after another, and named the names of a few generals, these people had more than 10,000 soldiers and horses under them, all of whom were fierce and brave, and they were also careerists who had been greedy for the position of deputy chief soldier for a long time.

Yang Zhan looked at the high-spirited generals with a dash, and his heart was full of flavors, but what could he do, he could only sigh and stare dryly.

Zeng Ying had already made a deployment, so he squinted his eyes and squinted at Yang Zhan, and said indifferently: "Yang Zhan's department is tired today and has a lot of losses, so I will return to the rear army, be responsible for guarding the baggage, and recuperate." ”

As soon as this remark came out, it was equivalent to a death sentence for Yang Zhan, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear it, this is to remove Yang Zhan from the first-line generals and fall to the second-line pension, if there is no accident, when the dust settles in this war, Zeng Ying will rearrange the personnel under his command when he frees his hand, and Yang Zhan's deputy chief soldier is afraid that he will come to an end.

Yang Zhan answered in a muffled voice, the military discussion dispersed, Zeng Ying waved his hand, and the generals rushed out and returned to the camp.

The general who was originally in charge of the rear army happily handled the handover to Yang Zhan, and went back to pack up the military horses and move the camp, and Yang Zhan's subordinates and the officers who came to him knew their fate, and followed Yang Zhan's army to the baggage camp, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

Zeng Ying's rear army, located on the rear edge of the entire camp, far away from the direction of the Diaoyu City battlefield, surrounded by a wooden wall built of rough wood, the terrain is higher to avoid the humid terrain in the southwest, there are countless tents in the camp, and the few grain and grass are stored in it, guarded by two thousand heavy battalion soldiers, plus the remnants of thousands of defeated soldiers in Yang Zhan's headquarters, a total of nearly 6,000 soldiers guarded.

After a change of camp, it was late at night, the weather in October was cooler, the autumn wind was strong, the flag in the camp was fluttering, the clouds covered the moon, it seemed that an autumn rain was coming.

Yang Zhan was depressed in his heart, sat in the camp tent and gathered a few henchmen, and drank sullen wine, originally the British army was strict and forbade people to drink in battle, but Yang Zhan couldn't take care of it, he couldn't sleep if he didn't drink a little wine to get angry.