-1- Watching dozens of soldiers smoothly rush into the city gate, Yang Xingwu couldn't help but laugh.

More people jumped out of the car, waving their weapons.

Soon, all 4,000 people entered the city.

However, the shouting of killing became smaller and smaller, which made Yang Xingwu and a group of generals feel strange.

Just as they were puzzled, the gates suddenly closed and the drawbridge was raised.

"What's going on?" Yang Xingwu's eyes widened.

No one knew what was going on in the city, followed by the sound of swishing arrows and the screams of the waves.

It turned out that the people of Jincheng secretly built an urn city inside the west gate, and this matter could not be concealed from Feng Zhanshan, the marquis of the eastern bone capital, but the Chu army knew nothing about it.

When the 4,000 men rushed in, they were immediately dumbfounded, and there was a wall and a gate in front of them, and because the height of the urn city was not as high as the outer wall, nothing could be seen from the outside.

The city walls were full of crossbowmen, and there were all kinds of defensive equipment from the Chu army.

Wang Taiji gave an order.

Just like in the Pantheon sieges, the crossbowmen fired non-stop, firing an arrow every three or four seconds.

Weng Cheng became a veritable hell on earth, and Rao was a master of the Xuanwu Realm, and he was also shot into a hedgehog.

In a few minutes, 4,000 people did not survive.

Standing at the head of the city, Wang Taiji gritted his teeth and shook his head: "The Chu army really has bad intentions, fortunately, Xiao Xian's nephew and Xuan Ye can see it.

Bang......

The drawbridge was lowered again, and the gates were opened again.

Yang Xingwu's heart rose to his throat, he thought that the soldiers had occupied the city gate, and he was about to order the whole army to charge.

As a rule, after taking the city gate, the soldiers will stand at the gate with their flags waving them.

It's a little creepy.

At this time, the banner of the Jincheng royal family fluttered at the head of the city, and the little marquis appeared with a smile, and said loudly: "General Yang, you let so many vigorous soldiers pretend to be wounded, do you want to take my city?"

Yang Xingwu's heart fell to the bottom, and he had an ominous premonition. The four thousand death squads sent in might not be able to come back.

But he took a deep breath and asked, "What did you do to my people?"

"They've had a feast of crossbows and arrows, they're all full, and they're all falling to the ground and refusing to get up." The little marquis smiled with a smile on his face: "General Yang, I bother you to send another thousand people over, so I will use these cars left outside to transport them back.

Yang Xingwu was so angry that he almost wanted to vomit blood, and his perfect plan ended in failure.

At the head of the city, the little marquis continued: "The surname is Yang, don't blame us for being unrighteous if you are unkind, as an ally, you actually plotted against Jincheng, we only killed 4,000 of you, which is considered to be very face-saving.

"You...... You swore not to kill the man I sent to collect the body." Yang Xingwu's eyes are all over the equator.

"As long as they don't carry weapons, I guarantee their safety." The little marquis said with a generous face: "Don't worry, we Jincheng people are very kind, and we are not despicable enough to use dead bodies.

Yang Xingwu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I believe you, I'll send someone to collect the body, don't worry, they won't bring weapons."

After a while, the first ten carts of corpses were pulled out and sent to Yang Xingwu and his generals.

The man who sent to collect the corpse said in a heavy tone, "Your Excellency, they have built an urn inside the city gate, and all the soldiers have been shot alive."

Looking at the hedgehog-like corpse that was shot in the car, Yang Xingwu was furious: "Jincheng people, I will remember this matter, and then return it to you tenfold and hundredfold."

At this time, a subordinate general came over and reported: "Feng Zhanshan still ran away, and we couldn't catch up."

Burst......

Yang Xingwu spurted out a mouthful of blood.This is really a loss for the lady and the soldiers.Feng Zhanshan was not able to kill it.It was put on the side by the people of Jincheng again.

"Lord General." The generals stepped forward to hold him on the staggering ground.

Meng Fei endured the severe pain of his wound and said, "Your Excellency, you must not fall, otherwise who will command our tens of thousands of troops."

"Yes, my lord, what to do now, it's up to you to decide." Another general said.

Yang Xingwu was in good spirits and asked, "What are the casualties of our army?"

Someone cautiously replied: "If you don't count the 4,000 people who were killed in Jincheng, our army suffered more than 20,000 casualties, and almost completely annihilated the five-person army of the Pantheistic Sect, it can be described as a great victory."

"Plus the 4,000 who died in Jincheng, and the casualties of our army are 30,000, and 30,000." Yang Xingwu muttered to himself.

None of the generals dared to say anything, for fear of angering him.

He took several deep breaths in succession, his pale face recovered a lot, he gritted his teeth, and said: "Order the troops to clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible, and then return to the border towns. Strictly guard against the counterattack of the Pantheistic Sect.

"Ordered."

When they came, they were 120,000 living men, and when they left, they were 120,000, but there were 90,000 living people and 30,000 corpses.

The failure to take Jincheng was a great blow to the generals, and this mood soon affected the ordinary soldiers.

Yang Xingwu and Meng Fei sat in a carriage.Although this battle was won.But with the previous losses.The total number of battle losses has exceeded 60,000.If you add the first Meng Fei sneak attack on the Pantheon camp.The battle losses are close to 90,000.

For decades, although the border town of Dachu had constant friction with the barbarians, all the battle losses combined were not as much as this time.

Both of them could imagine how angry His Majesty the Emperor would be when such a figure was sent to the Imperial Capital.

So neither of them spoke, and the mood was the same heaviness.

Jincheng.Wang Taiji is directing the soldiers to wash the urn city with clean water.Tens of thousands of buckets of water have been consumed.But the blood stains on the ground and walls are still obvious.The air has a strong smell of blood.

Recalling the scene of shooting 4,000 people, Rao was used to seeing life and death, and his stomach was still churning, and he was afraid of losing face in front of the soldiers.

I don't know when.Xiao Chen came behind him.In a deep voice, "War is like this.Either you die or I die.Since you don't want to die.Then the only way to kill the opponent is to kill the opponent."

Wang Taiji turned around and smiled at him, and said, "Uncle Dao, I understand, you have contributed to Jincheng a lot these days, go back and have a good rest, although I am not as smart as you and Xuan Ye, but I can also think of it, this time we have offended the Pantheon Sect and the Chu army, and the future will be difficult."