The four walls of the urn city were densely packed with archers selected from the shade of Lingzhou. "Archery should be calm, the left hand should not be too stiff, it will tremble if it is stiff, the right hand should pull the string quickly, and hold your breath when sending arrows, so as not to lose the right head, well, just like this. While chattering, the shopkeeper quickly pulled the bowstring, and an arrow shot down the city like lightning, and a bald and knotted party cavalryman in the bright urn city illuminated by torches covered his throat and dismounted. Sun Gouzi was expressionless, and said to the two apprentices beside him: "The party barbarian rides a horse, remember to shoot his head and throat, it is not easy to hurt his own people." At the same time, the arrows rained down on the urn city on all sides, although many Han people were injured by mistake, but most of the arrows were on horseback party soldiers, especially the party soldiers who were still pouring in from the city gate were subjected to oncoming crossbow fire, and the front ones hit their horses and retreated, and the back were crowded.

"Gold juice boiling oil!" Qian Qingyi ordered, and the sergeants jointly pushed dozens of large clay pots, which were already boiling dung juice and boiling oil, which were inclined down inside and outside the city gate hole, and were pouring on the heads of the party cavalry who were crowded together, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves and howling made people and horses instantly burned beyond recognition. Seeing the corpses of the people and horses piled up at the city gate, Qian Qingzhi ordered the sergeant to pour down the fierce fire oil and ignite it, and it burned for more than an hour before the corpse was burned out, and then the outer city gate was slowly closed with the winch on the city tower.

Xin Gu saw that the Han army had retreated into the urn city, and Qian Qingzhi should be able to deal with the party people to seize the city, so he no longer entangled with the surrounding party cavalry, led the hussar army around the city, and retreated from the north gate into Lingzhou City.

The conductor made Xingu forcefully lift several arrows out of the gaps in his armor, and when he took off his helmet, he also felt a wave of dizziness. All the hussars were a little exhausted and panting, but regardless of fatigue, they jumped off their horses, and first carefully checked whether the horses were injured, and the horses were the half life of the cavalry. Compared with the pursuit of horse thieves and tribes on the steppe, the short and fierce back and forth among the tens of thousands of cavalry just now consumed more physical strength.

The number of people was counted, and only more than 1,200 horsemen remained, and the other brothers were all killed in the enemy formation. Qian Qingzhi also sent a sergeant to report that the Han army that returned to Wengcheng was less than 3,000 people, Xin Gu's heart was gloomy, and no one compared the number of lost robes and the number of rescued Han troops.

The noisy night ended in the smoke and smell of blood. At dawn the next day, the Dangxiang cavalry escorted the remaining mutinous Han people, about 5,000 people, to the front of Lingzhou City, and tortured and killed them one by one outside the range of the crossbow arrows of the Lingzhou defenders.

Hearing the hoarse screams of the Han people below the city tower and the cruel laughter of the party members, the school captain Qian Qingzhi's face was pale, his fists were clenched, and his teeth were gritted.

The hussars lost many robes yesterday, more than 1,700 sergeants were killed, the commander made Xingu wounded in seven places, four lieutenants died in the battle, and the centurion died 25 people.

"Phew!" Qian Qingzhi spat fiercely in the direction of the retreat of the party members.

After the mutiny of the Han army and the night attack of the hussars, the camp of the Dingyan army was already in a mess. There were lying corpses of Han Chinese and Dangxiang people everywhere, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Last night's fierce battle suffered heavy losses, so that the Dingyan army did not have the spirit to attack Lingzhou again. Not only were they killed and wounded by the mutinous Han army and the hussars who attacked them, but more party troops died in trampling on each other, and after dawn, eight or nine thousand people died in various reports. The army was most afraid of the plague, and they had no time to distinguish whether it was a Han or a party member, so they kept moving the corpses in the camp outside and piling them up in a large pile and burning them.

"The Han camp was originally close to the place where the baggage was piled up, last night they set fire everywhere, burned most of the forage and grain, the tribe's own grass and horses are nothing, the iron harrier rode the Qingtang big food horse, without the fine, it will be unbearable. Po Chaowu frowned and said to Cai Jifeng, "The Iron Harrier of Suiyinzhou accidentally kicked the Whirlwind Gunner Battalion, and more than 200 gunners were killed to less than 50. ”

"What?" Cai Jifeng threw the silver cup on the ground, "These old dogs are simply deliberate!" "My lord, for today's plan, I'm afraid the only way to retreat is to retreat first." Rather cautiously advancing. If you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that the military horses in the Xiazhou headquarters will become weaker and weaker, but let Cai Jiqian and others fish in troubled waters.

In the urn city, the Huanzhou Xiang army and the people who survived sat on the ground, and most of those who were able to hold on to this moment were strong and strong, and they only suffered some minor injuries.

The Lingzhou military basket on the city tower hung down the dough cake, drinking water and Jinchuang medicine, and everyone wrapped some of each other indiscriminately, and then ate some food with water. After a while, on behalf of the Lingzhou defenders, the captain Qian Qingzhi came down in a bamboo basket to negotiate with the remnants of the urn city, and told them that before the main force of the Anxi army arrived, I was afraid that they would be wronged to live in the urn city.

"Many of our brothers have been left out of the city. Yuhou Wanjian still had a chance in his heart, and after thanking him, he inquired about the details. Qian Qingzhi was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Now there are only party members left outside the city. "More than 20,000 lives, most of them are people with families and families, all of them are fellow villagers in the Huanqing area, it is conceivable that soon after, the family in the Huanqing area is mourning, and everyone is a miserable scene of filial piety.

After the Anxi soldiers on the city tower explained the tragic situation outside the city by gesture, all the soldiers and people in the urn city fell silent. When grief and anger reach a certain level, it is like a volcano of silence.

In the city tower, Xin Gu crouched on a bench, enduring the pain of cleaning many wounds with salt water, and at the same time told the school captain Qian Qingzhi. Zhu Huilan frowned, as if she was more in pain than Xin Gu, carefully bandaged his wound with the strip of cloth soaked in the potion, and put on a robe with the smell of potion for him. During the siege of Lanzhou, she was one of the right-hand men of the main mother's side, and she also accumulated a lot of experience in bandaging Jinchuang. The hussars have been fighting with the horse thieves of the surrounding grassland tribes for many years, and in terms of experience and carefulness in taking care of the wounded, the sergeant lady in Lingzhou City is no less than Langzhong in the Central Plains.

"The party members have not attacked the city for two or three days, and it seems that they have the intention of retreating, whether to pursue them or not. Qian Qingzhi hesitated. Xin Gu frowned, the party retreated ahead of schedule, which was inconsistent with Wu Yingying's intention to lure the enemy into battle under Lingzhou City, but the strength of the hussars was a little thinner, "Send a few hundred people far behind." Lingzhou cannot afford to lose, if the lord's army arrives in time, it may be able to catch up with Cai Jifeng. ”

There was a faint burst of singing in the city, Xin Gu frowned, it was forbidden to make noise in the city during the war, and he asked: "Which shade is this that is unruly?" Qian Qingzhi said: "It is the soldiers and civilians of Guanzhongxiang in the urn city who are worshipping the partners who died." Xingu nodded: "Then let them go, ask what else they need, but they can't be put into the inner city, so as not to cause chaos." Qian Qingzhi obeyed the order and went out. The urn city was very close to the city tower, Xin Gu listened to the song generously and heroically, but he couldn't understand it himself, so he tilted his head and asked Zhu Huilan, "What are they singing?" Zhu Huilan listened carefully for a while, and vaguely heard "How can you say that you have no clothes?" He said softly: "It's the war song of the old Qin people, talking about comradeship." Xingu nodded, listening intently.

"Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Hatred with the Son! How can it be said that there is no clothing? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Let's go with my son!"