The next day, the defenders of the city ran out of food, and the natives began to attack the city. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Holding a rudimentary shield, pushing the same rudimentary cloud wall, and carrying a bamboo ladder, he rushed towards Jiuzhen City in such a dense manner.

It's just the kung fu of tea, and the city of Jiuzhen is full of natives in different clothes who are not afraid of death. shouted in a voice that Feng Junyan couldn't understand, braving the rain of arrows on the city wall, regardless of life and death, he approached the city wall little by little.

"Arrows, arrows, arrows for me. Smash all the rocks down. Pour the gold juice and boiling water down for me. Don't retreat, just a native, what's to worry about? Whoever dares to take a step back, don't blame me for being merciless. Deng Wen carried a knife, behind Feng Junyan, and kept giving orders along the city wall. A hundred people guarding the 50-meter wall is not a big one, but it is extremely difficult. A young man who was obviously on the battlefield for the first time couldn't stand the pressure of the natives who were constantly climbing under the wall, and the whole person wanted to escape from the city wall like crazy, but fortunately, before Deng Wen's knife was about to be put on his body, he was held down by the people of the same clan and continued to move on his hands.

Gold juice is a weapon of war in ancient times. It is made of boiling human or animal feces, and after being burned, it is very easy to be infected, and the infected person has no medical treatment, which can be said to be an ancient biological and chemical weapon, which is extremely terrifying. The people of the city were condescending, and every time the gold juice and boiling water were poured, the natives who wanted to climb up by ladders and ropes would fall from the wall with their faces or heads covered in mid-air.

The 1,000 sergeants of the captain were not used, and now they are all repairing under the city, and standing on the city wall at this time is a new arrival like Feng Junyan, a young and strong soldier from all over the world, the legendary government soldier. It's just the first day of defending the city, and there is no need for real sergeants. Yes, not really.

Feng Siji and Liu Nianqi were not surprised by the scene in front of them, and with the young men of the two clans, they methodically threw stones under the city and poured hot soup with golden juice. The few strong bows in the clan also stingily fired a rain of arrows into the city. There were not many weapons left in the arsenal in the city, and the Jiuzhen Mansion, which should have been fully armed, was actually less than one-third of the military supplies in the past, and after the first four days of fighting, most of them had been used.

The quartermaster of Jiuzhen City was cut down by the angry county guards the day before the natives attacked the city, but it was impossible to recover the lost ordnance. The young men who were originally poorly equipped did not get the weapons they should have obtained, but fortunately everyone came with their own weapons more or less, and everyone who was reluctant to fight had a ring-headed knife or spear in their hands, although it was old and rusty.

Feng Junyan was protected by Feng Siji and Liu Nianqi behind him, and he could only help the team defending the city to add wood to the cauldron of boiling water, and the disgusting smell of fecal water became stronger and stronger as the water temperature rose, making Feng Junyan almost want to retch, but he still endured it alive.

When you're dead or alive, there's no time to worry about the stench.

The rain of arrows flew up from under the city in waves, and the people guarding the city threw stones and wood under the city while guarding against the rain of arrows flying at any time, and from behind Feng Junyan, Feng Bing received the order of the patriarch of his family, holding a wooden shield in his hand, and was honestly protecting his young patriarch. For this reason, an arrow was also shot on his arm by an arrow flying from the city, but fortunately, the bow and arrow of the natives were not very powerful, and Feng Bing was wearing sackcloth, but he was injured and fleshy.

The city gate had already been blocked, and the natives who were besieging the city were pushing the giant wood to knock the twisted iron and wood city gate that had been hit at this time, and even Feng Junyan on the city wall could feel the huge impact from the shaking water waves in the country.

A ladder was erected, and after Feng Siji led a few people to lift down the natives who were climbing up the ladder, he once again urged the clansmen to return all the things that could be used to the city. The same sound of killing rose and fell in the city, and wails arose.

War is the greatest driving force for social progress, and it is the innate instinct of human beings. Although the area of Linyi Turen is barbaric, economic, cultural and technological can not be compared with the Han people, but for hundreds of years, the Han people who have been displaced to Linyi and Funan have also brought more advanced technology to the two regions and promoted the development of the local area. At the same time, in the Lin Fu coalition army, there are not a few Han people who plan for it. In the face of the empty garrison of Jiuzhen City, the well-prepared natives have a great advantage.

In just half an hour, a wave of natives attacked the city wall from the ladder. When the young men who defended the city saw the natives appear at the head of the city, they rushed to the place where the natives were, trying to drive down the natives who had reached the city wall. If they are allowed to gain a firm foothold in the city, the natives behind them will continue to climb the city wall, and the Nine True City will no longer have to defend it.

Seeing that the situation was more critical, the soldiers who had been waiting under the city finally appeared at the head of the city, and in just a few dozen breaths, the natives who had been sticking to the city head died with hatred.

The offensive lasted for two hours. The siege teams were changed one after another, like a wheel battle, and the thousand sergeants who had been intended to be left as surprise soldiers had to all take turns on the walls of the city just for the first attack of the enemy.

While the battle was over, everyone began to eat. Everyone was exhausted from the morning's battle, but they did not dare to relax in any way, for fear that the people under the city would attack again.

Stained with Deng Wen's light, the Feng and Liu families were able to defend the territory at the corners of the city wall, so although there were many critical moments in the morning, they were not breached. But even so, one of the two families was shot to death by the stray thorns, and more than a dozen were injured.

"Ah, father, eleven brother." Feng Junyan stood beside Feng Siji, looking at the person who was leaning against the wall with a faint breath and spitting blood, and pulled Feng Siji's sleeve in disbelief.

"I was hurt by the thorns and lungs, and I couldn't help it." Feng Siji squatted down, his ears close to Feng Shiyi, wanting to hear his last words.

"Clan, patriarch, you, you say, we, can we really go back, can we go back to Guanzhong?"

"Yes, definitely, we will definitely go back." Feng Siji held Feng Shiyi, who spit out a mouthful of blood when he said a word, his eyes were red. Feng Shiyi is only eighteen years old this year, and he was originally ready to get married this year, but he didn't expect that he would be the first to leave.

"Patriarch, Guanzhong, Guanzhong, Chang'an will no longer need to work hard like us here, right? No native wouldn't dare to come and steal what we planted, would they? ”

"Yes, there is no need to work as hard as now in Guanzhong, and no one dares to rob our things, because we are the Great Qin of more than 700 miles away from the Huns, and we are the great Han who will be punished even if we are far away, we only need thirty-six people to kill its king and behead it, and no one dares to rob our things."

Feng Siji saw that Feng Shiyi and the rest were getting weaker and weaker, and he became more and more excited when he spoke.

"I, I believe, the patriarch will not, will not lie to me. Ah, mother, I bother you and your people to take care of you. After saying this, Feng Shiyi swallowed his last breath.

Feng Siji gently closed Feng Shiyi's eyes with his hand, stood up, and asked Feng Shiyi to be lifted down.

"Ah father, why are you..."Feng Junyan stood beside Feng Siji, listening to the conversation between the two, watching people carry Feng Shiyi's body down the city wall, very puzzled.

"I know what you're trying to say? You want to ask why I lied to him, right? Feng Siji looked at Feng Junyan, who wanted to speak and stopped, and turned his head.

"Brother Eleven has his last breath left, why don't you tell him the truth?"

"The truth? What is the truth. Isn't what I'm saying the truth? ”

"Yes, but."

"It's nothing, you just need to know that what I'm saying is true." Feng Siji interrupted Feng Junyan's words that he wanted to continue.

"Oh Father, that's all the past, and we can't always live in the past." Feng Junyan felt that Feng Siji was a little self-deceived.

"And what do you want me to say? Later? Or do you want me to tell him the truth? Tell him that the Great Qin and Han are all fake, and now that Chang'an is gone, Guanzhong doesn't belong to us anymore? Or do you want me to tell him that we can't go back at all, and there's no need to go back? Feng Siji was obviously excited, and his tone became intense.

Feng Junyan was speechless, letting the dying leave with hope, and no one could say anything.

"I know what you mean, don't worry, Ah Father is not a person who does not dare to face reality. It's just that people always have to have hope, let alone those of us who have been living in the southwest for hundreds of years. ”

"Let's go, before the natives start attacking, fill your stomach first. The battle has just begun. Feng Siji, who changed his tone, took a bowl of porridge from the hands of his clansmen, handed it to Feng Junyan, who was a god, picked up a hu cake and put it in his mouth, and stopped talking.

The natives had attacked the leaders of the natives all morning, and they gathered in one to discuss countermeasures.

Although Linyi and Funan are countries, the country is composed of tribal leaders such as the heads of the people and the cave masters. In this attack on the Jin State, the new lord of the Linyi State, Fan Huda, led the Linyi Funan coalition army with a total of 100,000 people, etc., taking advantage of the emptiness of the Jin State's troops, to occupy the two counties of Ninan Jiuzhen one after another, which can really be described as overwhelming. At this time, Van Huda, who was short in stature and wore a bone ornament on his head, was sitting on the main seat, looking at the leaders of the dozens of leaders below.

"Today is the fourth day, and the nine truths still can't be broken? You can have and a way. "Van Huda Chinese New Year's Eve more than that, and last year he killed his brother who advocated reconciliation with the Great Jin Dynasty to ascend to the throne, but he was ambitious to expand the territory to the north and invade the Central Plains. Taking advantage of the time when the Jin State commander returned to the north, he invaded Jiuzhen in the south of Japan, and he was like a bamboo all the way in the past few days, and he was blocked outside Jiuzhen City in recent days, but he was unwilling.

"King, today's sons and daughters are divided into several groups to attack the city, the Jin people are tired of running for their lives, if it were not for the ferocious crossbow arrows of the Jin people, the city would have been broken for a long time at this time. As long as we continue to attack the city tomorrow, we will be able to do so. ”

As soon as Van Huda finished speaking, the next ten or forty short and stout men stood up, and this person was the most loyal general under Van Huda, Hu Shu.

"Yes, you're right." Thinking of the fact that he almost broke the city today, Van Huda also bowed slightly.

However, although this method can be used, the lives of the sons and daughters cannot be lost in vain. But is there any other way? ”

"King, I have a plan, I will definitely let the Jin people cast a mouse taboo, and Jiuzhen City will definitely be able to break it." Among the next people, there is a Confucian student, who is different from others in terms of clothing. This person is Van Huda's chief strategist, and the Han Lu Ta is only in his thirties, but he is a hawk and a wolf. Van Huda was able to seize the throne, and even sent troops to Jin Guo this time, but it was all planned by this person. When Lu He finished talking about the plan, everyone present couldn't help but applaud, and at the same time, they felt a slight chill in their hearts. The Han scholars are really ruthless enough, and they are unscrupulous in dealing with their own people. This kind of person should still be careful in the future, he can't be friendly, and he must not be evil.