First with his hands, then with his feet, when Sun Jian stepped on the steps of the ladder, the speed of the whole person was a little faster. It was light and steady, and the top of the feet was firmly pasted on the top of the ladder, so that the Han soldiers on the top of the ladder felt that the originally shaking ladder had become stable again.

With a happy face, taking advantage of the unexplained stability of the ladder, many Han soldiers continued to climb up. No matter what the reason is, it's not bad after all, and they don't have time to investigate, only to climb up to the top of the city with a faster speed, and kill a place at the head of the city where more Han soldiers can stop.

There is no way to take the city, which means their death, and it means the death of more soldiers and comrades. No matter what it is, for themselves, or for the sake of the big picture, they have to go a little faster.

Suddenly, the Han soldiers on the ladder sped up their upward climbing.

At the head of the city, there have always been soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, holding hooks, to push the ladder that was originally erected at the head of the city to push it down. The hook in their hand is not the common type of hook that is inward, but outward, and once it touches the rung, the step will fall into the half-moon-shaped hook blade, and then push hard, and that's it.

In fact, this kind of thing can be done with hands, but when you lean out, it means exposing half of your body to the eyes of the Han soldiers below, which is more dangerous. Even the hand is like this, as soon as it is stretched out, it will be targeted by the archers of the Han army at any time, so this is the appearance of the hook.

"Huh?" The Yellow Turban Army soldier who used the hook against the cloud ladder where Sun Jian was pushing hard, but found that the cloud ladder just swayed, moved in front of his eyes, and then stabilized again, and couldn't help but be stunned. He poked his head out, but saw that there were so many Han soldiers on this ladder that he could no longer send them to the land of no return with a hook.

He took a step back and shouted, "Roll the wood, roll the wood!" ”

Sun Jian stopped moving, and in his eyes when he raised his head and patrolled upwards, there were still two steps vacant, but further up, they were all occupied by Han soldiers. He didn't distinguish how many of them were real Han soldiers and how many were aliens, because he knew what he had foolishly overlooked, ignoring the fact that there were so many of his own soldiers on top.

No matter how fast he was, he couldn't get past these soldiers and attack the city.

So, without the slightest hesitation......

With a hard kick with both feet and a push with both hands, the steps that were originally stepping on under his feet shattered in an instant, and Sun Jian's whole person fell down with his back to the ground. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Retreat! ”

There is only a simple word, and you don't need to understand it superfluously, you can know the meaning, and it will not be misinterpreted. Originally, the soldiers of the Jiangdong Battalion, who followed Sun Jian closely and went up on the same ladder, did not hesitate to leave the ladder in their own way when they heard this.

Of course, none of them were at the same height as Sun Jian. Sun Jian, who jumped from a height of more than four meters and had his back to the sturdy land, also had a sense of fear that he was weightless and could not see the situation behind him. It's just that he understands better what to do when facing fear, no matter who has fear, he is no exception, but the way to deal with it is different.

From the time he broke away from the ladder to the air, his body was already slightly sideways, and he was able to observe the ground with the help of his eyes. Then, when he fell, the soles of his feet touched the ground first, then his knees, thighs, and body, and when he finally touched the ground completely, after rolling on the ground a few times, the impact of falling from a high place had been dissipated to the weakest point in layers.

On the ground below the city wall, there are the corpses of many soldiers, some of whom were shot during the siege of the city, who fell from the ladder, and some of whom fell from the head of the city for various reasons. The armor on their bodies could make people identify each other, but the blood was already mixed with each other, and the corpses that were originally dead were smashed by the falling rocks and logs falling from the city, and turned into a blur of flesh and blood. This place under the city has become a place like a flesh mill.

In the process of rolling, Sun Jian's body was stained with a lot of blood, meat sauce, and his clothes and armor instantly became filthy and looked extremely embarrassed. He could have chosen a better way, and could even land on his feet like a god. It's just that I don't want to, I can't, although it doesn't look embarrassing, but I will be hurt a lot, even if it is a little injury, at this juncture, it may become a reason for failure.

The teeth couldn't help but loosen a little at the moment of violent collision, and the ancient ingot knife bounced up and fell, and the sharp blade was facing Sun Jian's body. It's just that the next moment, Sun Jian had already gotten up, held the handle of the knife with his hand, and the long knife slashed obliquely, and a feather arrow was divided into two pieces, and he fell from exhaustion.

With a slight push on his toes, his body retreated, far from where the ladder was. Just as he was leaving, a rolling log with more than a dozen Han soldiers fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground, accompanied by scattered fragments of the ladder.

As long as one step at night, among the soldiers who were lying on the ground and howling, those who were crushed under the rolling logs, did not know whether they were alive or dead, and among the soldiers who died more than they lived, there was Sun Jian alone. It was his bravery that he was able to cut a rapidly falling log in half, but he could not destroy one after another rolling log. Even if you can, but what about falling rocks?

He had to retreat, because there was no way to advance. The retreat of this moment is for the advancement of the next moment.

"Huang Gai, Cheng Pu!" Sun Jian shouted directly and called him by his name.

"In!" Two mid-breath voices sounded, and Huang Gai and Cheng Pu appeared from behind Sun Jian, and together with the other two soldiers, they moved the ladder and quickly approached the city wall.

Sun Jian also ran again, he looked to the other side, his eyes froze in an instant, and a stronger battle intent erupted in his whole body.

On the other side, Li Qianjun had already led many soldiers from the death battalion to climb the ladder and climb up the ladder to the top of the city. Li Qianjun was constantly approaching the city, and the whole person's movements were very fast and agile, like an ape jumping and climbing quickly in the trees.

From the moment he came to the Guangzong camp, Sun Jian noticed the Li Qianjun and the death camp, and after hearing their deeds, he was even more cited as a confidant and opponent. Li Qianjun also has this kind of thought, sympathizing with each other, and fighting for a victory. But the opportunity never appeared until this day, this time in the siege of the city, both of them received the same task, appeared in the same place, and launched an attack on the head of a city.

Both of them held back a breath in their hearts, an aura to prove that they were stronger than the other, which caused the soldiers under their command to compete secretly when they ran towards the city wall of Guangzong. Even now, when they saw the death battalion attacking the city, many Jiangdong battalion soldiers also shouted, and climbed up quickly.

There can be countless elites in the army, but there is only one real first. Whether it is Sun Jian or Li Qianjun, they all want to suppress the other party, prove that they are stronger than the other party, and get the title of the first elite of the Han army.

"Up." Bocai at the head of the city snorted softly, and when the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who threw the rolling wood and falling stones finished throwing the rolling logs and falling stones, they all staggered to the side, revealing the battlements.

Rows of Yellow Turban archers marched forward, and after a few steps, they came to the battlement. The tip of the arrow pointed at the city, half of his head was exposed, his eyes were fixed, and he immediately found the target he wanted. The bowstring tauted, converging, and the feathered arrows shot towards the target. The branches were intertwined, forming a dense rain curtain, falling towards the Han army besieging the city below.

"Retreat." Bocai didn't speak fast or slow, and continued to order.

After shooting a rain of arrows, the archers quickly retreated, and took many steps back in succession, retreating behind the sword and shield men, and the shield-wielding sword and shield hands closed to protect these archers. The feather arrows belonging to the Han army in the sky are also falling, without a moment's pause. The archers on both sides were holding a string, competing to see whose string broke first.

"Enter!" There were also large and small stones beside Bocai, which were thrown by the Han army. While observing the progress of the battle, he kept moving his feet, dodging the stones thrown by the Han army's catapults.

The trebuchets were too far away for them to attack at the top of the city. The catapults destroyed a few, but the number of catapults of the Han army was too large, and the few they destroyed were just a drop in the ocean, far from being able to lift the siege.

Now this process of mutual suppression will continue, at least not over, because whoever stops first will represent the defeat of one side. On the battlefield of siege and defense, losing the suppression of the opponent means a lot of sacrifice for your side.

The sword and shield soldiers parted to the left and right, and the Yellow Turban archers continued forward, pausing for a moment, and then firing feathered arrows at the city.

Li Qianjun did not pause, the feather arrows in front of him were intertwined, with sharp arrows flashing with cold light, turning into eye-catching points of light in the dark night and falling. He looked down, his helmet being hit by a multitude of feathered arrows, "clanging", and the sound jumped.

Another feather arrow grazed his shoulder, and he could clearly feel the vibration of the arrow when it grazed the light armor, and the strong wind when it flew past hit his face, and the cold hair stood straight on his head in a moment. Non-stop, rushing upwards in the face of the rain of arrows, Li Qianjun knew very well what he was facing, it was time, not these feathered arrows.

The higher he goes, the more his life is threatened, and he can be taken away by falling rocks at any moment. At such a height, near the head of the city, if you jump down, you will break your bones and tendons, or you will die. So superfluous movements, dodging, from the moment he stepped on the ladder, became something extravagant.

"Poof." A feather arrow hit him in the shoulder, piercing through the leather armor on Li Qianjun's body and piercing into the flesh. This part of the shoulder has a thin layer of flesh, so when the feather arrow pierces and encounters the bone, it does not advance even a centimeter.

Li Qianjun snorted softly, his movements did not slow down, but a few points faster, and when he climbed up, the muscles were pulling, the pain did not dissipate, and it was another wave of attacks. He was getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer to the city, rushing out of the rain of arrows, and Li Qianjun also knew that next time, if he couldn't rush to the city first, then he would be the one who died.

In the field of vision, two Yellow Turban soldiers appeared with outstretched arms, carrying a thick rolling log. This is a death that has not been seen for a long time, and Li Qianjun seems to have seen himself die in the next moment, being hit by a rolling log, falling down the ladder, and becoming a part of those twisted corpses.

In an instant, the speed of Li Qianjun was raised again and again, and every step he took would directly cross the middle level and reach the top of the second echelon. However, he was still slow, and by the time he was about to approach the city, the log had already been removed, and the Yellow Turban soldier only needed one more movement, let go of his hand, and the log would fall.

"The clouds are raging! Do you want me to die! Roaring loudly, as soon as the roar of Li Qianjun appeared, a flying knife swept past him.

With a stroke, the knife slashed through the neck of one of the soldiers carrying the logs, cutting a gap. Blood splattered, and the Yellow Turban soldier immediately fell from the city, and another Yellow Turban soldier next to him was caught off guard, and the rolling log fell directly at a tilt.

Li Qianjun suddenly sprang upward, and the rolling log grazed his side, almost hitting his body. It's just that his speed is faster, and in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army soldier who was surprised and hadn't reacted yet, he rushed to the head of the city, and the long knife slashed out, a cavity of blood, a head, and bloomed at the moment when he just stepped on the head of Guangzong City.

On the other side, Sun Jian also set foot on the city almost at the same time. His figure swept lightly, dodging the five spears stabbed together, the ancient ingot knife against the spear head, lightly winding, the head of the five spears was already bare, only the barrel of the spear remained.

At this moment, a spear stabbed at Sun Jian trickily, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. The angle is tricky, almost stabbing when Sun Jian has just stepped on the city, and the breath in his chest has not been replaced.

"Is that you?" Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife was obliquely blocked in front of him, and there was a little confusion in his eyes.

However, this trace of confusion was fleeting, he let out a long breath, new power was born again, and with his toes kicking, Sun Jian rushed towards the Yellow Turban general who appeared.

"Since you're not dead, let's die again!"

(End of chapter)