The Han army sappers were still rushing towards the city wall of Guangzong, and the four sappers carried a ladder and kept approaching the city wall. Even with a shield wall in front of them, every time they advanced some distance, one of the sappers carrying the ladder fell with an arrow. The shield wall can block some of the feathered arrows, but there is no way to stop the feathered arrows that are thrown down, even if they are still wearing helmets, there will still be feathered arrows piercing their bodies while running.

It's rain, rain everywhere, falling all the time. The archers of the Yellow Turban Army at the head of the city, at this moment, did not care about their bodies, spared their feather arrows, and kept shooting feather arrows at the Han army approaching the city. Even if they can't block completely, slow them down as they get close to the walls and deal as much damage as possible.

This is what the soldiers of the Han army, those sappers carrying ladders, have experienced, stormy.

Some of them were struck by the rain and accidentally hit by feathered arrows, and fell down with a scream, never to get back on their feet. This is a small number of sappers, most of the soldiers, who were shot by the arrows in other parts, only caused minor injuries, so they only stopped their bodies slightly, and continued to run forward. The places of the fallen sappers were also filled by the other sappers, who carried the ladder and continued to move forward.

This is their mission, to bring the ladder to the bottom of the city wall of Gwangjong Fortress and erect it. So even if someone fell, even if every step forward, they were subjected to a fine rain of arrows, and feathered arrows grazed their sides, they did not choose to retreat. Advance! Advance!

This is a thought of all sappers at this moment, this is their own pride! Although they are only sappers, they cannot decide the trend of the battlefield, they cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, maybe until they fall, there is no way to kill the enemy, maybe their injuries, until they die, seem so meaningless.

However, the only thing that will not change is that they are also an integral part of the army, and they are also an indispensable link. Just like now, if the ladder is not erected in time, then the siege army that follows up, as well as the soldiers in front of them, will be helpless in the face of this Guangzong City!

"Rush!" With red eyes and gritted teeth, let your speed completely burst out. Feathered arrows and red blood accompanied them, appearing and disappearing, but they could not slow down the sappers.

Behind the sappers was the main force of the Han army led by Lu Zhi, firmly following the rear of the sappers. There were also Han soldiers who broke away from the formation and ran towards the sappers in front, holding a shield in their hands.

"Archers, hold them down!" Lu Zhi gave the order decisively, although he knew that the suppression in his words would not appear, but even if he could disturb the Yellow Turban archers for a while, it would be enough to reduce the casualties of the soldiers under his command.

The phalanx of archers stopped, took another step forward, and drew their longbows, each Han soldier's attack was almost the same, and the only possibility was the difference in order. With the sound of a bowstring snapping, arrows flew up from their hands and struck towards the head of Guangzong City.

"The archers stand back, and the sword and shield soldiers move forward, and stand up with their shields." Bocai's order appeared in time, and he did not panic about the movements of the Han army at this moment, and he coped with it very freely.

Suddenly, behind the archer, the Yellow Turban Sword and Shield Soldier took three steps forward and stood up the shield in his hand. At this height, the archers of the Han army could only send feather arrows to the head of the city by throwing them, but the distance between the city and the head of the city, as well as the distance between them and the city of Guangzong, were all obstacles. When it completely falls, although there are casualties, it will not be too large, especially now when the sword and shield hand raises the shield in his hand.

"Archers, throw them all together!" Bocai gave the order again.

The retreating Yellow Turban Archer gasped slightly, and the arm that had just been relaxed for a long time was stretched again, and the bow was like a full moon, and the thunderbolt strings were ringing. The rain of arrows, which had just paused for a moment, appeared again in their hands, accumulated in the sky, and fell one after another.

At this time, there is no need to think about the problem of accuracy. Bo Cai looked down from the gap in his shield and could see that the Han army had reached a hundred meters from the city. Here, the archers barely had to aim, and they could inflict damage on the Han army by shooting their arrows out of the city and letting them fall.

At the same time, Bocai issued a third order, "Drop rocks, roll wood, roll oil ready!" As soon as a Han soldier climbs upward, he immediately uses it. ”

"In addition, take a step forward with the hook hand, ready to knock down the ladder of the Han army!"

At the other three gates, what happened was basically the same. But the only thing is that they are faster and more fierce than the north gate, from the place where the attack was launched to the city, it only takes five minutes! Within five minutes, within the stretch of the city from their original location to the city of Guangzong, many corpses of Han soldiers appeared. There were also wounded Han soldiers, so to speak, for every meter advanced, one or even several Han soldiers died and several Han soldiers were injured.

And that's just the casualties caused by bows and arrows, and when they reached the bottom of the city walls, the casualties suddenly rose to a peak. The ladder erected, the Han soldiers climbed up the ladder, and the rolling logs and falling rocks that fell from the city almost wiped out the Han soldiers on a ladder.

It's so irresistible that no matter how well you wear armor or helmet, you can't climb up in such a situation. As long as it is smashed, lightly smashed, the entire helmet will sink downward, and at the same time collide with the skull, shattering the skull, and splashing the brains inside. After hitting the first person, the trajectory of the rolling wood and falling rocks will not have any deviation, and it will continue to fall, smashing on the second and third, Han soldiers standing on the same ladder.

The Han soldiers who had already climbed the ladder had almost no choice but to climb upwards as fast as they could. As long as they can reach the city, then maybe they can still survive with the long knife in their hands, and they won't die without even half a point of resistance, and their death won't be so meaningless. But this is just an extravagant hope, the twenty-meter city wall, usually this short twenty meters, to cross only a few breaths of time, but here, it is an insurmountable moat.

Even if there is only one step away from the city in the end, this step is still a step that cannot be taken. The boiling oil that was burned hot, splashed down, as long as a little splash on the body, there would be a sound immediately, accidentally splashed on the skin, the pain brought by it was almost heartbreaking, let alone the whole spilled down.

In addition to the boiling oil that was close at hand, there were also the swords of the Yellow Turban soldiers, which were all weapons that hindered the Han soldiers from entering the city. It can be said that when you go through rolling logs and falling rocks, when you get here, you still have to face boiling oil and attacks from the enemy, and at that moment, it is despair.

But as long as you climb the ladder, the higher you go, the more dangerous it becomes. Each step up is equivalent to a step closer to death, and often those who climb faster and closer to the city will be the priority of the Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the city. At that height, even if you can detect the fall of the rolling wood in time, there is no way to choose anything. You can't retreat, you can't run away, because you can't get faster than the hands of the Yellow Turban soldiers, not to mention, under you, you are closely followed by another Han soldier.

In addition to death, it is still death, jumping down at such a height, you will only break one bone and break tendons, and you will be crushed. If you don't flash, you will be hit by a falling rock, which is also a dead word, and the death is miserable. Those in the lower places can still lick down, and the higher ones have no way to escape the fate of death, but the Han soldiers are still climbing, or rather, when they hold their hands on the ladder and step on them, they don't have much choice.

Death, or ascending to the top of the city, you can only choose one of the two options. The Han soldiers who climbed the ladder, of course, chose the latter one, at least, there was still a chance, didn't it? As for the former option, it happens when you can't make the second choice, so you don't have to make that choice.

Fear is not of much use at this time, because you will not have even the slightest time to experience it, and you may die.

The corpse of a Han soldier with blurred flesh and blood, his entire head sunken and incomparably distorted, fell from the ladder. One after another, accompanied by fragments of the ladder, and when they landed, there was a dull sound. After the fall, the corpse was hit by the falling rocks, and the flesh splattered into a pile of unrecognizable shapes.

The ladder fell, smashed, and a new ladder appeared and was erected. The Han army besieging the city died. New soldiers arrived, passing by the unrecognizable corpses, their armor stained with splatters of flesh, but they continued onward, climbing the ladder and continuing what seemed to be a death-defying act.

From the very beginning, the east gate, west gate, and south gate of Gwangjong were under storm. The Han army continued to put pressure on them, and every minute, Han soldiers climbed to a position very close to the city. There was hardly even a moment's pause, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army at the head of the city were tense all the time, constantly carrying the rolling logs and rocks defending the city, and smashing them downward.

"Archery! Archery! Don't let the rush come to the city! The generals of the Yellow Turban Army defending the city at the head of the three cities all shouted, their eyes firmly fixed on the Han army rushing closer and closer.

The archers, who heard the order, immediately stepped forward, and countless arrows were fired towards the place where the rushing car was. Their feathered arrows do not damage the chariot, but they can shoot the soldiers who push the cart, and if they die, the chariot will no longer be able to move, let alone near the city gates.

But they were facing the Han soldiers in iron armor, and each of these people who pushed the chariot was a strong man in the Han army! The whole body was firmly wrapped in iron armor, leaving only an unprotected area of the face. As long as the head is lowered slightly, then those feathered arrows can only hit the iron helmet on their heads. Even their palms are covered with leather gloves sewn from leather, and even if there are really Yellow Turban archers with excellent archery skills who can shoot their palms, the gloves will provide the greatest protection for the palms.

What's more, most of the Han soldiers who pushed the rushing car were behind the rushing car. Only a small part was on the left and right of the rushing car, and this part was also under the strict protection of the sword and shield hand with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other.

"Rockets! Rocket! The Yellow Turban generals at the heads of the three city gates were stunned, watching the rushing car getting closer and closer, and finally thought of a way to use rockets to ignite the rushing car!

Many of the Yellow Turban archers followed the order, and rockets were fired, setting fire to an entire night sky. When it was shot, it covered the sky full of stars, and the flames burned at the tips of the arrows, and the strong wind in the sky could not blow them out.

Suddenly, the eyes of the many Yellow Turban archers widened, unable to believe what they were seeing. Even the three guards at the head of their respective cities instantly turned gloomy.

Because the rocket shot by the Yellow Turban Archer was bounced off the moment it hit the rushing car, and as for the rushing car, only the sparks burst out at the moment of collision. In addition, the flames did not ignite the cart as expected, and burned the entire cart to the ground.

"Yellow turban thief, stupid." Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun and Dong Zhuo, after they all rushed out together, saw the Yellow Turban Army's response, and they all showed mocking smiles. In his words, there is no lack of disdain for the Yellow Turban Army.

Rocket? Do you really think they didn't think of it before the war? It is not as simple as the manufacture of the ladder, and the sharp weapon that can break through the city gate is a sharp weapon that can break through the city gate, and at the beginning, they have already prepared to deal with it, including all the possible reactions of the Yellow Turban Army.

Rockets are one of them, and the arrows are soaked in fire oil, and then ignited, and they become the rockets fired by the archers of the Yellow Turban Army. Once it hits the punch, it is firmly nailed to the wooden structure of the punch, and the continuous combustion can ignite the entire punch. When the time comes, under the raging flames, the entire rushing car will be covered in flames, and even if their soldiers are brave, there is no way to push the rushing car.

So they used a simple method, which is to add a layer of iron sheet to the surface of the punching car. This layer of iron is enough to deal with rockets. As for the things that can really threaten the rushing car, the only thing that can be done is when the rolling logs fall from the top of the city when they are close to the city gate, but it is unavoidable.

The car was already out, but the three of them felt that it was not enough, and decided to add another fire to attract all the attention of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Is the trebuchet set up?"

(End of chapter)