The rebels were divided into three waves, taking turns to attack Pingxiang City, and attacking together in four directions.

The Han army in the city didn't even have time to eat, and the rebels' waves of attacks left the Han army with no free time.

Even if the Qiang people led by Li Wenhou have the heart to resist the attack of Han Suijun and Xian Lingqiang army, Jia Rong's dung juice tactics have also been greatly weakened, as long as the soldiers who climb the ladder hold their shields in their hands, although the speed of crawling has slowed down, it has reduced the chance of the soldiers being splashed, and the howls of those injured Qiang soldiers last night made the soldiers besieging the city a little frightened to think about it.

Looking at the rebel soldiers who were constantly moving on the ladder like a fortress, Jia Rong sneered and said, "Dashi prepare!" ”

After Jia Rong gave the order to "release", the soldiers simply smashed the big stone in their hands at the soldiers who were climbing the ladder, these soldiers learned from the experience of the first Lingqiang soldiers yesterday, and cautiously held the shield Xiangshang to climb, and even the soldiers in the city did not care about the situation, it was completely a target.

The falling boulder caught the climbing soldiers off guard and fell straight down the ladder.

The war drums of the rebels became more and more intense, and the rebel soldiers rushed towards the city without their lives.

As more and more rebel soldiers climbed the city walls, the Han army defending the city felt very difficult, the garrison army had already been put into the battlefield, and the situation of the other three walls was not much better.

The rebel soldiers were brave, and the Xiliang army led by Jia Rong was also not weak, and they were evenly matched, and the two sides were in a state of stalemate.

The soldiers of the Han army have been holding on hard for nearly a day, and the high-load exercise of killing people is very physically exhausting, and the city wall in the north is the main offensive direction of the rebels, and the pressure is also the greatest, Jia Rong commanded the soldiers to fight without panic on the city wall.

Draw the sword and slash at a rebel who has just climbed the city wall, the rebel soldier hurriedly drew his sword to resist, Jia Rong was powerful, only to hear the sound of "sonorous", the war knife in the hand of the rebel soldier was cut into two sections by the Qing sword, the soldier looked at the half of the war knife under his feet in astonishment, Jia Rong swung his sword again and hit the neck of the rebel soldier, the blue light flashed, the head of the rebel soldier was cut to the ground, blood gushed out, like a red fountain, Jia Rong was splashed with blood, bloody killing.

The surrounding Xiliang soldiers were stunned and shouted to kill the rebel soldiers who climbed the city wall, and the temporarily formed Han army gradually killed the fire, the initial fear and fear of death disappeared, under the leadership of the Xiliang soldiers, they were not afraid of death to kill the rebel soldiers, at this moment, what these soldiers were thinking about was not what the reward for killing a rebel soldier was, but how to kill the rebels in front of them, and there were many soldiers with this transformation.

Xu Huang's long knife danced up and down, and the killing technique was also relatively superb, completely relying on skill, and there were about ten people with the corpses of the rebel soldiers around him, and the eyes that looked at the long sword in Jia Rong's hand were full of longing.

The war was completely stalemate, and after more and more Qiang soldiers climbed the city wall, the defense battle became even harder.

A soldier of the Xiliang Army was sent into the body by the enemy's broadsword, to the surprise of the rebel soldier, his knife could not be pulled out anyway, at the moment of his surprise, another soldier of the Xiliang Army easily stabbed the spear into the body of the rebel soldier, splashing with blood, the rebel soldier did not understand until death, weishenme was killed by the broadsword of the Xiliang Army soldier weishenme can clamp his weapon.

The death of a soldier of the Xiliang Army, in exchange for the higher morale of his comrades, gradually, all the soldiers were red-eyed, and after a brave Han soldier was shot, seeing that there was no hope of survival, he actually picked up a rebel soldier who had just climbed the city wall and jumped.

The war was ruthless, but the affection between the robes and Ze was gradually strengthened, and even the militia recruited by Jia Rong spontaneously joined the battlefield, and the battle at this time completely turned into hand-to-hand combat, and there was no longer any need for arrows and stalks.

There was not only blood on the battlefield, but also tears, and many soldiers could not help but shed tears when they saw their former robes die under the enemy's sword, shouting and killing the enemy soldiers who climbed the city wall.

Jia Rong stood on the city wall and kept commanding, not noticing the flying arrows, the guards next to him were constantly killing the rebels on the city wall under Jia Rong's orders, even if they found it, it was too late, Jia Rong clearly heard the pop sound when the arrows hit him, and then there was a heart-piercing pain.

Enduring the pain caused by the arrows, Jia Rong continued to command the soldiers, fortunately, in ancient times, if it was put into the future, the arrows would become guns, and this time it was estimated that he would be able to kill himself.

Carefully sharpening the tail of the arrow with his sword, he raised his sword and killed a rebel, and the guards quickly surrounded Jia Rong in the middle while blaming themselves.

With the setting sun, the retreat of the rebels sounded the golden gong, and the rebel soldiers under the city slowly walked towards the rebel camp, leaving corpses all over the ground, and the walls were full of blood, reflecting the sunset, emitting a beautiful red, but such a beautiful scene made people unable to give birth to appreciation.

None of the rebel soldiers who climbed the city wall were able to retreat with their whole body, except for some sturdy soldiers who jumped directly from the wall more than two feet high to save their lives.

The Han army on the city wall let out a hearty cheer, Jia Rong clearly heard these cheers mixed with a lot of crying, the surviving soldiers called for the robes of the past, but what they found was a corpse that no one responded to, and the cheers turned into crying.

Jia Rong endured the exhaustion and arrow wounds of his body, patrolled around Pingxiang City, and looked at the corpses of some soldiers with two or three weapons inserted in them, but he was holding an enemy soldier tightly in his arms, looking at the sky with angry eyes, as if he was complaining about the injustice of God, Jia Rong, who boasted that he was used to seeing life and death on the battlefield, couldn't help but shed tears, these soldiers who defended the territory with their lives were respectable.

Untying the armor, Jia Rong looked at the arrow that was inch into the flesh, and pulled it lightly, making a light hissing sound from his mouth.

I want to have a jar of old wine, sprinkle a bowl on the place where the arrow wound, the stimulation of the alcohol made Jia Rong can't help but roar, after the green steel sword was washed with wine, the right hand trembled and cut the skin around the arrow, the green steel sword was sharp, I only felt a cold, and then the skin was cut a small hole, it felt almost, Jia Rong dragged the tail of the arrow, and pulled out the arrow that had not entered the skin, and a stream of blood sprayed out, splashing Jia Rong's right hand to pull out the arrow.

Xu Huang and Zhang Wei and the leader of the pro-guard army were nearby, and they were shocked by the whole process, and those who were wounded by arrows generally did not dare to pull out the arrows easily, because the arrows were likely to pull out the wounds and even bring out some flesh and blood in the process of pulling out, which would aggravate the injuries.

Pour some wine over the wound and tie it with a cloth band, and the wound will be treated.

The Xiliang Army has no military doctors, so they can only do it themselves.

Jia Rong taught the lone wolf some methods of battlefield self-help in later generations, and before he had time to popularize it in the army, he just taught these guards a lesson by the way.

"When you go back, teach these methods of treating minor arrow wounds to the generals of the various departments, and let them teach them to the soldiers!" Jia Rong said while tying the cloth belt.

After the battlefield was cleaned, Jia Rong's face sank again, more than 600 soldiers were killed, more than 700 wounded, of which the temporarily formed Han army accounted for 40 percent, the militia accounted for 40 percent, and the soldiers of the Xiliang Army accounted for 2 percent.

The soldiers with broken arms and stumps were sent to the city to recuperate from their injuries, and some soldiers of the Xiliang Army with broken arms actually asked to stay and kill the enemy, seeing all this, Jia Rong felt that his eyes were moist again. 1

The biggest blow to the morale of the defenders in the city was that Jia Rong was wounded by an arrow, and medical treatment in ancient times was not as developed as in modern times, and those who were injured generally left a little sequelae.

Bowls of broth were served on the city walls, and these warriors after the battle gulped the bread in their hands and drank the broth in their hands, ignoring the blood on their hands and faces.

When Jia Rong appeared on the city wall, it caused a sensation among the soldiers, and he thought that Jia Rong would rest in the city, but he didn't expect to come with an injury.

Jia Rong drew a small cross on the name of the dead Xiliang Army, this roster counts the name and hometown of every soldier in the Xiliang Army, they are dead, as long as their relatives are alive, Jia Rong will be obliged to assume the responsibility of raising them, and the pension will be returned penniless, this is the most basic commitment to the soldiers, and there is a good saying in the future, you can't let the hero shed blood and then cry.

Two large boxes of money were brought to the city walls, and as soon as the battle results were confirmed, the reward money was immediately distributed.

All the soldiers of the Xiliang Army shook their heads in unison and refused, they were in Pingxiang, and the money on their bodies could not be spent, and it was also a burden to carry on their bodies, and the trust they had cultivated in Jia Rong for a long time made them return the money to the soldiers who sent them without hesitation.

Some Han soldiers who received the money were also infected by the Xiliang Army and returned the money in the same way, and even some soldiers came to Jia Rong and wanted to join the Xiliang Army.

Jia Rong solemnly wrote down the names of these soldiers on the empty page of the roster in his hand, and at the same time asked the names of the soldiers' hometowns and relatives at home.

The soldiers who got to join were completely relieved, when Jia Rong wrote their names, a heart was also settled, Jia Rong made some promises to the soldiers of the Xiliang Army, these soldiers heard about it through the rumors, so they decided to join the Xiliang Army, don't look at it as a small name, you can let these soldiers go and fight.

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