One night, the east was slightly white, and the sentries on duty walked down the city wall in the autumn leaves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The atmosphere in the fortress was solemn and silent, and occasionally a few lonely dogs barked, they were all veterans with three years of military experience, and naturally knew that this was a sign that a great war was about to begin.

The temperature in the second half of the night was very low, and their hands and feet were still cold and stiff at this time, but they walked very fast, and the iron bell for eating had been ringing for a while.

A few sentries drove directly to the schoolyard at the back of the fortress, and then spread their feet and rushed like moths to the dozens of buckets of steaming porridge in the center of the schoolyard, as well as hundreds of baskets of coarse dough cakes.

There were more than 30,000 people in the fortress, and cooking was also a huge project, and more than 300 men had to work all day in order to feed the soldiers for three meals. The amount of food served each time is a little, the number of bread is good, but the amount of porridge is uncontrollable, the people in front drink more, tens of thousands of people come down, and the people in the back may not have to drink, so they have to grab it.

At this time, there were already many soldiers crowded around the barrel, vying for position, hoping to drink two mouthfuls of hot porridge first, several sentries saw this, took three breads, stuffed one in their mouths, and carried two in their arms, and then rushed into the crowd with all their might, joining the ranks of "squeezing porridge......

Suddenly, a sharp and high-pitched whistle sounded in the fortress, reaching into the sky, and the soldiers who were grabbing porridge immediately stopped and listened intently.

After only a few moments, a dense and dull drum beat sounded, shaking everyone's minds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Drumming Gathering!

The soldiers' eyes froze, and their faces instantly became solemn.

"The enemy is attacking the city!" I don't know who shouted first, and a loud shout suddenly sounded in the crowded crowd:

"Let's go, kill these guys!"

"Grandma's, slaughter them!"

……

The two veterans didn't take a few steps, ran back, snatched the rice spoon from the man's hand, poured the hot porridge into his mouth, and then opened his mouth and walked away, leaving only the empty school yard and a group of men with complicated expressions.

Zheng Xiong was dressed in black armor and red robes, standing at the head of the city with his head held high, and standing side by side with him was Jiang Liao, who was dressed in bright yellow armor, which was the standard armor of the Lieyang Army, holding a spear in his hand, and with a cynical smile on his face. Tang Lan, He Jun, Ji Mingxin and other six division commanders stood behind them with awe-inspiring expressions.

Outside the city walls, flags were unfurled and trumpets were in the sky.

In the sound of majestic war drums, groups of soldiers in bright armor lined up in a black and oppressive phalanx, slowly approaching the fortress. They shouted slogans and marched in unison, their scimitars and spears shining like claws and fangs.

The atmosphere of the fortress quickly became tense and solemn, and the air was filled with icy murderous intent .

Zheng Xiong's expression was indifferent, staring at the endless enemy, and a cold voice sounded on the city wall:

"Each of you leads your troops, enters the battle position, and waits for the order to attack!"

"Yes!" The generals answered in unison and took the command.

Only 800 paces from the fortress, the enemy finally stopped advancing. Then, the heavy infantry in front quickly moved to the pan and entered the dense forest on both sides, revealing the mighty light cavalry behind them, the Assyrian cloud cavalry. The Assyrians had fought the Red Dragon Fortress many times, and knew that the opponent's trebuchet could attack a distance of five or six hundred meters, and now this distance was just outside the range of the trebuchet. So they looked relaxed and fearless at this time. Looking at the Red Dragon Fortress in front of him, he revealed a naked killing intention.

The heavy infantry had been completely hidden in the dense forest, and with the help of the dense forest, they could march directly to a point 300 meters in front of the fortress.

Zheng Xiong knew that when these heavy infantry reappeared from the front of the dense forest, the Assyrian cloud cavalry in front would begin to charge. The baggage troops that followed would take advantage of the situation and set up their siege weapons - trebuchets and storming vehicles - at a distance of 500 meters.

If the Red Dragon Fortress's trebuchet chooses to attack the charging cavalry, the opponent's trebuchet will soon be assembled and counterattacked. However, if you attack the opponent's baggage team, then the opponent's cavalry will take advantage of the situation to attack the city and join forces with the heavy infantry to suppress the attacking force at the head of the fortress.

All in all, no matter what choice he makes, the final result will be a war of attrition between the two sides, and their only advantage is probably the strong fortress under their feet.

At this time, on the wall of the Red Dragon Fortress, there are a hundred large trebuchets, the warriors next to the trebuchets are calm at the moment, ready to attack at any time, according to past experience, when the other party begins to attack officially, they can only launch three stone bomb attacks, after three times, they will enter the process of bombarding the enemy.

The process of the bombardment is extremely tragic, the two sides can only stand in place to gamble their luck, betting that they will not be hit by each other's stone projectiles, but there is no doubt that the number of trebuchets on the other side must be far greater than the fortress, if they can not seize the three opportunities to destroy as many trebuchets as possible, then in the process of bombardment, the first to be destroyed must be their own side.

At that time, the fortress will fall into a situation of passive beating, and it will fall sooner or later.

Zheng Xiong looked at the enemy formation in the distance, and commanded the palm flag behind him with a calm demeanor: "The trebuchet is ready to attack!" ”

"Yes!" The flag bearer quickly sounded the flag, and the commander in charge of operating the trebuchet began to give orders. The trebuchet soldiers were very skillful, using a winch to pull up the weight, then placing the boulder into a net, and then using a slide hook to secure the trebuchet's pole arm.

"Reloaded!" The soldiers finished shouting, and as soon as the commander gave the order to fire, they would open the slide hook and throw the boulder out.

Zheng Xiong whispered to the guards beside him, "Once you start attacking, you go and light the warning beacon!" ”

"Yes, sir!" The herald replied with a solemn expression. All the fortresses on the Beiyan defense line are equipped with large beacon towers, and once the scale of the battle exceeds expectations, you can light beacons of different colors to warn and ask for help.

As soon as the words fell, a dense drum beat and melodious horns suddenly sounded on the opposite side.

Knock knock knock......

Woo...... Woo......

"Cloud Ride Forward!" At the command, the eager Assyrian warriors swung their whips violently, and their horses rushed into a huge torrent towards the fortress. The hoplites also appeared at the same time from the dense forest 300 meters away, and they quickly lined up and approached the city.

"Bow and arrow ready!" At the head of the fortress, a loud roar rang out.

The body was moving, the armor leaves rattled, and 2,000 archers stood side by side on the ground with a grim expression, stretching their bows and arrows, aiming at the oncoming enemy soldiers.

"Shoot!" The roar rang out again.

"Buzz!" Thousands of arrows burst out of the string, filling the sky in an instant, and then shooting into the enemy hordes with a breathtaking roar.

Then, on the west side of the mountain, a thick dark red beacon smoke rose up! (To be continued.) )