The sky is full of clouds, and dark clouds cover the sky, as if lead is pressing on people's heads, which makes people can't help but think of the sentence: black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it. It seems that God has also begun to cooperate with the Anlu rebels, creating an atmosphere of terror and despair for them.

When it was discovered that the royal palace had also started killing people with the same means and efficiency, there was no way out for these Anlu people. No matter which direction they run, they are greeted by death. Some people in this situation can only kneel down and wait for the running soldiers to run past them, and by the way, cut off their own heads with the blades.

Others ripped their necks and shouted at the charging rebels: "Don't kill me, I'll join the gang, I'll join you!" Then he ran with the rebels to the palace, and then with these rebels, he was knocked to the ground by the bows and firearms on the wall.

The team of more than 20,000 people could not be fully deployed under the palace wall, and it was also divided into several echelons and charged in echelons. The flag flipped up, the crowd went up in waves, and the sea of red turbans swept towards the high walls of this palace, and the waves on the wall split, and then slapped again!

The casualties of the rebels were not small due to their lack of protective gear and the fact that they were not very good at fighting in large armies, but for the defenders, who were only about one-eighth of the strength of the attacking side, such casualties were not visible at all. In the eyes of the defenders, there are always so many people in the rebel army.

No matter what means you use, it seems that the other party has never died, and what you face will always be an overwhelming enemy. In addition to the sea of red, it is still a sea of red, and you can't see any other colors.

The rebellious army has untidy uniforms and chaotic weapons, and the only identity sign is that everyone has a red scarf wrapped around their heads. In order to make these red scarves, all the red cloth and red silk in Anlu City have been swept away, and even the auspicious clothes of the newcomers, just like their masters, have been torn into countless pieces.

Countless red turbans did not have any formation to speak of, but they were like ocean waves, rolling towards the palace wall of the palace. And the bows and crossbows and firearms on the head of the city are like throwing some stones into the waves, and they have no other effect than to smash a few waves. The waves are just a small crack, and then they are bridged. If it weren't for the fact that there were more dead bodies on the ground, it would give you the feeling that all of these attacks were ineffective.

There is no way back for me, and this battle is either to win or to die. All the rebel armies almost have this kind of awareness, shouting in their mouths that they are invulnerable, throwing the long ladder rope on the wall, and rushing up again, this is all they have to do. As for the rest, there is no need to think about it now, and there is no time to think about it. Under this kind of attack, even if you want to stop, you can't stop, even if you step a little slower, you will be knocked to the ground by the person behind you, and then step on your body.

In this kind of dense formation of the chaotic army, there is no gap between people, and as long as the weapons on the city head are of the right height and are fired, they will definitely hit. Like a weapon like a 10,000-strong enemy, it can harvest lives unscrupulously.

It's just that in the face of a huge number gap, such harvesting and killing can't serve the purpose of stopping the charge, except for the dead and wounded themselves, others can't even feel how many people have lost on their side, only know that they still have a lot of people, and their own team still can't see the end at a glance.

Those who were originally clamoring to go out to fight, no one dared to say half a word more, but it was Jiang Guodong, who had a broken leg, accompanied by two little guys, who came to Yang Chengzu and asked, "Yizheng, what do you need us to do, just command." ”

Yang Chengzu hid behind the women's wall, and shouted loudly below with a loudspeaker from time to time, either that the imperial court reinforcements had arrived, or that there were already people in the ranks of the rebel army. Otherwise, it is to talk about the atrocities of the rebel army, and let the Anlu people stand up and take a knife to repay the blood debt. In the case of the rebel army's superiority in strength, this kind of psychological warfare is of little effect, but it is better than nothing, as long as some people are shaken and create a small obstacle in the rhythm of their attack, it is enough.

"What you need to do is simple, first, acknowledge the reward I have offered. No matter how much I say, you will accept it, and I will not offer a price that is more than you can afford, and those people rush in, and you are all done. Second, stay away from here, desperately work for this kind of thing, and leave it to the professionals. The rebel army has already entered the city, you can find a way to run by yourself, I am going to kill people. ”

As he spoke, a rebellious army had already arrived in the city, although it had lost a large number of masters and leaders, which greatly affected the combat effectiveness of this army. But also because of the death of those people, this team has to shift from relying on brave generals to engage in individual heroism in the past, and has to rely on everyone's strength to rush over to fight the enemy together. In fact, this transformation is a good thing for this force. It's just that they lack training and drills, and they can't achieve real cooperation. The attack of so many people, the problems of the rebel army itself due to poor coordination, are much more troublesome than the defenders.

Rao is like this, so many people and horses are attacking together regardless of priority, it is still an extremely terrible thing. If it weren't for the previous strict drills, as well as the method of opening the door and stealing, killing and injuring more than 700 elites of the chaotic army and building confidence, I am afraid that the defenders would have collapsed by now.

These defenders also knew that among the people they slashed and killed, there were not only leaders in the rebel army, but also sworn brothers and sisters of the rebel army and bandit leaders. According to the style of the rebel army, as long as you kill in, you and your family will die. It was a battle with no room for compromise, so no one said anything, just gritted their teeth and raised their weapons on top, and the two teams fighting for survival collided violently and offered rich sacrifices to the god of death.

The sword was slashed from above, and the wooden stick in the hand of a rebel armed with a wooden stick was cut in two, followed by a severed head. Yang Chengzu and dozens of his followers brought by Huaxian County formed a firefighting team, which was very active on the battlefield.

These rebels are poorly armed, have little protection, and have poor weapons. The sophisticated equipment was concentrated in the assault team, and then it was lost in the palace, and most of the people who charged today could only fight with their lives. And after all, these horses are an army composed of outcasts, ordinary people, and a few robbers and sect members, and they have not been drilled, and they rely on blood bravery.

In the face of desperate weapons such as bows and crossbows, firearms, and even 10,000 enemies, they can still grit their teeth and persevere, but as soon as they enter the white-knuckle warfare link, the advantage of well-trained soldiers against untrained civilians is immediately reflected. It is often these rebellious armies who finally rush to the top of the city, and then, they are defeated in the white-knuckle battle.

Yang Chengzu and the dozens of personal soldiers he brought with him were all dressed in the best equipment, covered in iron armor, and holding slave bows in their hands. Under the fire of dozens of slave bows, those rebellious troops who had just climbed the wall and had not yet gained a firm foothold would basically be swept down like autumn wind and falling leaves. In the close battle, those wooden sticks could not cause damage to the armor, and against the spears and broadswords that were like walls, some of the rebels did not even have the courage to fight, so they turned around and jumped down.

When the rebel army was slashed and killed, and the long ladder was overturned, Yang Chengzu only felt that his eyes were also blackened, as if he had used too much force. But looking under the wall, one long ladder after another was put up, and countless poorly equipped soldiers rushed up like throwing fire. Something fell in the sky, Yang Chengzu felt a little cold on his face, and couldn't help but look up, I don't know when, the raindrops as thin as cow's hair had fallen. It seems that the heavens can't see this killing and death, and can't help but cry.