"Boom! Boom! Boom!! ”

The constant crashing sounds, accompanied by the cracking and splashing of bricks and tiles, and the miserable cries of the soldiers, the city of Guangyang, which was already a river of blood, finally could not even maintain its majestic and bright appearance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Stones the size of a grinding disc were smashed into the last position of the Northern Yan defenders without stopping. All the house bunkers are no longer reliable, and even when the house walls collapse, the fear of being buried and dying is better than being shot by the random arrows of the Wei army in front of the battle.

The soldiers brought out by Murong Chui can not be said to be not elite, nor can they be said to be not afraid of death, otherwise they would not be under several times the enemy, and under the hopelessness of the city, they would still defend and even fight back.

But now, this kind of "stone rain" in the sky has forced nowhere to hide, and there is nothing to do, only the despair of resignation, which really makes the Beiyan defenders on the verge of collapse! If it weren't for the Wei army's efforts to stabilize and only shoot with bows and arrows outside the formation, it is estimated that it would not take many charges to break through the originally impregnable defense line in the city!

Shrinking the line of defense is what Murong Ling thinks is a safe countermeasure, if it is just a partial encounter, it is naturally not wrong. In this era of cold weapons, there is a lack of sufficient long-range and powerful heavy weapons, and even the most common bows and crossbows are enough to offset most of the damage as long as the giant shield is erected.

But lack does not mean that there is none.

In particular, the Tuoba clan, who is determined to dominate the world, launched such a desperate war to destroy the country, gathering a country's skilled craftsmen, and nearly 100 catapults, which are the top heavy killing weapons in this era!

If the range of the defense line is large enough, the role that a hundred catapults can play can only be limited, after all, it is not a cannon of the ** era, which can produce a large enough explosion and damage.

However, when Murong Ling unsuspectingly gave the general order to shrink the defensive line, as a famous general of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Da Xijin was extremely keenly aware of this opportunity.

It is true that Da Xijin is quite anxious about this battle, but as a good enough old commander, if conditions permit, why not exchange the same victory with as few casualties as possible? You must know that Northern Yan, in the eyes of Great Wei, is only the extent to which one side seizes the regime, if it loses too much here, not to mention how much damage is to the national strength, in the competition with Western Qin and Southern Liang, it will lose the upper hand invisibly.

What kind of ambition does his lord have, and what a great joy he has, Da Xijin, as an old minister who has followed him for many years, can no longer understand.

So what Da Xijin has to do now is to throw all the stones out in the shortest possible time and at the fastest speed, causing the most oppressive psychological fear to Beiyan, and finally, the battle is decided!

Da Xijin is confident that under this kind of purgatory-like bombardment, no matter how elite and strong soldiers are killed, it is impossible to maintain high morale and combat effectiveness!

"Shuai, the slingers have changed five batches. And with such a strong throw, if it continues like this, I'm afraid that the catapult will be difficult to bear. ”

A general who was in charge of supervising the progress of the stone throwing hurriedly arrived at Xi Jin's side, and reported with a little trepidation.

"How long can I still throw."

Da Xijin asked straight to the point.

The general hesitated for a moment, but still said truthfully: "Back to Dashuai, there are not many stones stored in this catapult camp, and there are no mountains near Guangyang City that are convenient for mining. It's just that this demolition also requires manpower time......"

"Hmmm......"

Da Xijin groaned slightly.

Before officially attacking Guangyang City, Da Xijin's strategy and layout were very radical in the eyes of everyone, and even a little reckless. But when it was time to destroy the last battleable army of Beiyan in front of him, Da Xijin had to try to be safe.

This is also Da Xijin's consistent combat style.

The radical in the early stage was to take the initiative to find and create advantageous fighters, and in this process, a little risk and a little sacrifice were inevitable. And once the situation is already under his control, unnecessary sacrifices and adventures may give the enemy a chance to take advantage of, especially in the face of a famous general like Murong Chui. It's better to play steadily, break head-on with absolute superiority, and don't give the other party any chance.

"The order was given to the wounded and tired soldiers to withdraw to the camp to recuperate. Armament of the army...... There is no need to tear down the bricks and clear some space for the houses in the city. Once the armament is cleared, it will be the time for our army to attack! Beiyan Murong, blocking my heavenly soldiers for dozens of days, today, it's time to have an end! ”

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"Less...... Major General, it seems...... It's stopped......"

One of the guards looked up at the sky, and after a long time, he trembled in disbelief.

Around the guards, deformed and sunken giant shields and bloody stump internal organs were scattered to the ground.

And Murong Ling, who is recognized as the first civil and military son of the royal family in Northern Yan, is at this moment, his eyes are dull and his back is leaning against a broken wall, and he is numb and ignorant of everything in front of him.

Oh, yes...... The catapult stopped, but so what?

The defenders are already scrapped. Guangyang City has no more to rely on.

The corners of Murong Ling's mouth struggled to raise a mocking smile.

The trust of his father and the heavy responsibility of his family and country were all ruined because of his stupidity. Stopped...... What if it stops? It's better to have a boulder and kill yourself. There is no face left and right to see the ancestors and ancestors, the flesh and blood smashed are blurred, and they can't be distinguished, under the nine springs, it is also retribution......

That's right...... Father......

Murong Ling stiffly turned his neck and looked in the direction of Beiyan Shuai's tent.

Due to the bombardment of boulders, not to mention the movement of the defenders, even the heralds and scouts did not have the courage to act at all. All the operational units were to save their lives, and the communication between the various armies and battalions was also completely paralyzed.

The location of the handsome tent is the center of Guangyang City, which is very easy to recognize, as long as you climb the wall of Guangyang City, you can determine an approximate location. Therefore, just now, it also endured the bombardment of the most boulders.

That's not how many loyal guards can save your life, everything depends on your fate.

Fate...... Hehe......

Murong Ling bowed his head gloomily.

Even if his father doesn't die at this time, what can he do to be a prisoner of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

At this moment, several figures in the distance hurriedly came, and shouted happily first, even if Murong Ling was so sluggish, he couldn't help but turn his head to look: "Young General!" The Major General is fine! It's okay! ”

However, it was Sun Gai who led a few generals, and at the first time when the catapult was thrown upright, he tried to find Murong Ling's location.

"Don't be discouraged, there is nowhere to quarry near Guangyang, and it is not a one-time effort to tear down the walls and tiles. As long as we reorganize our defenses, we can still hold on! ”

Seeing Murong Ling's expression and reaction, Sun Gai didn't know what was going on.

Although the current result was caused by Murong Ling's general order, their lieutenant generals didn't see anything wrong, and to put it bluntly, they couldn't complain.

For this national war, to put it mildly, the members of the Murong royal family can die in battle, and the court and China have their own pensions; can surrender, in order to give the world an example of preferential treatment, there will not be much embarrassment; You can even run away, anyway, thousands of miles of grassland, where there is an end, as long as you are willing to go, no one can catch up.

But for a Han general like Sun Gai, he finally climbed to a high position in Beiyan, once defeated, as a Han person, a family, God knows how it will fall? Is it to become a four-legged sheep again? Or is it a family with abundant assets and driven into slavery?

It's ridiculous to say that for a Hu regime, the people who care most about it are the Han people!

"Young General, listen to me, the news of the destruction of Guangyang City has been transmitted back to Jicheng, and it is the best scout, as long as Your Majesty still has the heart to protect the country, this reinforcement will not be slow. The grain and straw in the city are concentrated near the marshal's tent by His Royal Highness, and there is no problem with ten days and a half months, as long as the young general maintains the situation, there may not be no possibility of counterattack......"

"Enough ......"

A faint sigh came from Murong Ling's slightly raised face.

"Major General!"

Murong Ling looked up at the sky, and it was empty.

"Sun Gai."

A low voice came from a distance, and everyone present was suddenly shocked! Immediately, even the most desperate and guilty Murong Ling seemed to be immediately filled with strength, his right hand supported the ground, and he stood up with one turnover, looking excitedly in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that although Murong Chui was haggard and tired, his battle armor was not messy in the slightest. Even the guards behind him didn't look embarrassed.

"Father! Are you alright!? ”

Murong Ling looked left and right in disbelief. If it was just Murong Trai who was safe and sound, it would be reasonable. But the whole team of guards were also unscathed, which is really unimaginable.

"Ling'er."

Murong Chui walked in front of Murong Ling, looked at it with burning eyes for a long time, and said indifferently: "Guangyang City is broken, it is you who are cautious about it; Losing the street battle is because you have no foresight. But none of this is a problem. ”

Seeing Murong Ling bowing his head in shame, Murong Ling suddenly drank: "Raise your head!" Why do you think there are so few famous generals in the world? Could it be that throughout the ages, hundreds of trillions of people and others have been difficult to find the talent to be good at fighting? Wrong! It's just that if most talented people lose a battle, they can't afford to give up, give up on themselves, and even die on the battlefield, and there is no chance! A victorious general, I dare not ask for it. But if so much Murong Xianbei's blood still can't teach you to introspect in defeat and seek the way to win in the future, then I will be Murong Chui, without your son! ”

Murong Chui said, reaching out and pulling out the sword from Murong Ling's waist.

"This sword, for the father to give you the command of the three armies, and you have the trust of me. Now for the Father to take back, let you see, how to know defeat and win, how to die and come back to life! Sun Gai! ”

"The last general!"

"Within a moment, contact all the surviving generals; Within half an hour, report the number of all the soldiers who can fight. I, Murong Chui, want you to remember...... Since you recognize me as the general, then you must believe that no matter the hardships and hardships, as long as you firmly follow me, this final victory will belong to our army!! ”