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The fiery sunset hung on the edge of the western sky, shining the last trace of brilliance on the earth, covering all living beings with a layer of blood-colored brilliance!

A black line came out from the western horizon, and the roar of rolling like nine days of thunder continued to come, and with the roar getting louder and louder, the black line was also like the waves of the sea surging more and more!

A whole 10,000 iron riders!

The champion Zhonglang chased Zhang Bianjun's 10,000 iron horsemen.

Zhu Biao had no choice but to lead the army into Ziyang, if the carriage of his army was rushed by 10,000 iron horses, it would be good if 10,000 soldiers and horses could escape from the 40,000 soldiers.

Even if the infantry army marched and encountered 10,000 cavalry on the way, the effect was better than the Song army's horse convoy hitting 10,000 cavalry at this time. The former still has the strength to fight, and the latter is very likely to be destroyed without even showing his head.

A day later, Zheng Guoxiong led 30,000 troops to Ziyang. Three days later, Deng Zhong's vanguard troops, more than 10,000 cavalry who had chased Zhu Biao's army into Xingzhou, arrived. But Deng Zhong's army was still far away from Linhe at this time, and it had not yet left Kaizhou.

"......Boom" A stone bullet hit the battlements hard, and the battlements that had fallen off a corner did not escape the fate of complete collapse this time, and at the same time as the bricks and stones splashed, they fell towards the city wall with a bang.

On the urn city of the west gate of Ziyang, different from the outer city of the Northern Han Dynasty, the urn city of the Central Plains is mostly attached. The outer city had been damaged in many places during the bombardment of two days and one night, but the urn city was still quite intact.

Zhu Biao stood on it, his brows tightly knit to trap mosquitoes. The Jin army has abundant equipment, and although the king of Jin hates Zheng Guoxiong for fighting a bad battle, the equipment that should be given is still continuously sent to the front of the army. Like the thunderbolt that is now in full swing, there are as many as fifty bodies. A large size of water. The standard weight of stone bullets is 80-100 pounds, and the bricks of the city are also like powder.

There is no tofu scum project in the city defense of Ziyang County, but the Jin army has been in a mess for two days, and the western city wall has also been in a mess.

Zheng Guoxiong relied on the strength of the confidence and the strength of the thunderbolt car, and a wave of troops attacked the city followed by a rain of rocks. And one by one, the stones the size of a millstone fell, followed by the surging Jin soldiers. From time to time, there is a siege on all sides or a night battle with lights. The means seem simple, but in fact they are extremely rhythmic, so that the Song soldiers and soldiers have no good rest day and night, and their energy is insufficient, and their physical reserves are constantly declining.

In the face of Zheng Guoxiong's attack, Zhu Biao has repelled the Jin army again and again in the past few days. But there is also a lot of loss of their own soldiers and horses. The casualty ratio between friend and foe has not been declining for a long time, and is even slowly rising. The 'high' damage made Zhu Biao feel anxious and pressured, he was only more than 40,000 people, and Zheng Guoxiong continued to consume like this, how to break the dead end of Ziyang in the future? Of course, this situation also made Zheng Guoxiong feel happy and excited.

"Governor, come and see this." Ning Daosi didn't die that night. Now he is a capable man under Zheng Guoxiong. Two fingers twisted up the secret letter and handed it to Zheng Guoxiong, who had just come in, Zheng Guoxiong grabbed it and looked at it, and his face immediately changed. After his face changed a few times, Zheng Guoxiong shook his head helplessly, "It's difficult to do now!" He didn't expect the strength of the Song army in the city to be so strong. 40,000 men, more than their own infantry.

It is also more clear here that the so-called deserters and escapes are more clear. It's purely a trick that Zhu Biao has played. It was true that there were a large number of deserters during the three days that the Song army fled, but this number did not damage the foundation of the Song army at all.

But even he has been holding on to the expectation in his heart until today, and most of the Song army at the beginning of the period has indeed escaped. But those who remained were the elite and veterans of the Song Dynasty.

According to the military newspaper in Kaizhou, a large part of Zhu Biao's soldiers and horses were recruited by surrendering troops. Zheng Guoxiong has always thought this way before.

The sun was setting, and the amber sunset was receding from the horizon. The hazy twilight perfunctory between the heavens and the earth, and the Weishui changed from clear and clear to a deep iron blue. The first stars in the sky were silently embedded in the gray canopy, like the light of a candle that would never move. The brilliant sunset gradually faded away, and a bright crescent moon rose in mid-air, like a lonely boat floating in the endless sky.

It was completely dark. However, the Jin army under Ziyang City did not have the slightest intention of quitting the army and returning to the camp, and the torches were lit one by one, and piles of bonfires rose.

The horns sounded in unison, the drums shook the sky, and the black-pressed Jin army began to change formations again. Apparently they were brewing another attack. Under the cover of night. Where the Song soldiers at the head of the city could not see, thirty towering wells had been erected ghostly in the rear of the Jin army.

Zheng Guoxiong stood tall in front of the 10,000 troops, his eyes staring at the dilapidated western city wall of Ziyang City two hundred steps ahead, containing the awe-inspiring determination of Sen Sen's murderous intent to burst out in his deep pupils.

This was his last choice, and he made a decision after thinking about it for more than an hour - to fight out a part of the Song army in Ziyang City.

They still have more than 20,000 cavalry on their side, and as long as Zhu Biao's army loses a part, they will send sheep into the tiger's mouth when they go out of the city. And more than 20,000 cavalry guarded the cities on all sides, and it was impossible for the Song army to break through at that time.

"In war, I am indeed no match for you. But your strength is too weak......" Zheng Guoxiong looked at the head of Ziyang City. He is really a little afraid that Zhu Biao will come out again, the military strength of 40,000 people is not bad, even if there are more than 20,000 cavalry in his hands, he can't be completely at ease.

But if the Song army changed from 40,000 to 30,000, or even more than 20,000, then he could wait for the arrival of Deng Zhong's army outside the city with peace of mind, and finally make the final blow by the army.

Ziyang West City Head. Zhu Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his brows were also tight. Is Zheng Guoxiong going to fight at night? The Jin army under the city gave him a different feeling at the moment, with a soaring murderous and powerful aura. The feints of the Jin army in the previous days were obviously different.

In the twilight, the cold light in Zhu Biao's eyes flickered. Since Zheng Guoxiong is like a play, "Then Lao Tzu will accompany him to the end!" "What if there are follow-up soldiers? See what you can do to me!?

Zhu Biao Huoran looked back and looked around. However, although the Song soldiers waiting at the head of the city looked tired, they all had a different fighting spirit, their eyes were full of murder, and their morale and military spirit were no problem.

"Woo woo woo ---"

"Knock knock--"

Outside the city, the sound of drums and trumpets became louder and louder.

In front of the Jin army, Ning Daosi's big sword in his hand was raised above his head, and then slashed forward. A Jin military captain standing behind him immediately rushed out on horseback, "Step archer, follow me—"

"Boom, boom, boom-" The captain roared, and saw a thousand sword players and three thousand foot archers in the Jin army formation quickly protruding from the front of the formation, and the sound of footsteps roared like thunder.

The 3,000-step archers galloped to the place where the arrows were under Ziyang City, and drew their bows and arrows. In front of him, a sword player holding a shield and a torch stood solemnly, and the hemp rope soaked in fire oil was wrapped around the arrow cluster one by one, and with a light touch on the torch, a little spark suddenly lit up in the arrow array.

The next moment, the Jin military captain swung his spear and stabbed forward, and three thousand flaming rockets suddenly swept into the air, strikingly trajectories in the air, and roared towards the head of Ziyang City.

Ziyang City Head.

Zhu Biao stood as tall as a pine, his burning eyes staring at the city, and his sturdy figure seemed to be like a mountain without moving. On the top of the city, more than 1,000 Song army foot archers did not see Zhu Biao's order, so they had to huddle behind the battlements and shields with a group of swords and spearmen, but the fiery eyes still looked at Zhu Biao from time to time.

When Zhu Biao gave the order and the drums sounded, they would pull their bows and release arrows, braving the rain of falling arrows to dump a tent of equally sharp arrows on the heads of the Jin army.

After a few days of tug-of-war, the military reserves of the Song army in Ziyang City were greatly consumed, especially in terms of arrows. Zhu Biao estimated the number in his heart, and saw that the Jin army's foot archers were guarded by sword players, and knew that the effect of such a shot would not be too great, so it was better to let the Jin army shoot.

And I don't know why, after seeing the momentum of the Jin army in this night battle, Zhu Biao had an ominous premonition in his heart.

This Jin army's siege is very different from the past, Zhu Biao can feel this very clearly, but why? What made the Jin army change Zheng Guoxiong's attention?

He has to be careful, cautious and cautious, careful and careful.

Kill—

Rush--

Outside the city of Ziyang, there was a sudden burst of shouts like a landslide and a crack, accompanied by the attack of the arrow rain of the archers, the elite infantry of the Jin army, who had already been in strict formation, rushed to the city, all of them were like wild horses on the ground, and the flood that broke the embankment surged towards Ziyang. The dotted torches lit up the hideous faces of the Jin soldiers, and at this moment, not only them but also the Song soldiers at the head of the city, only endless tyrannical murder was left in their eyes.

Roar! ………… Roar!!!

Almost at the same time as the two thousand Jin troops launched a charge, the rear of the Jin army also sounded a neat and loud trumpet, accompanied by a rhythmic and passionate trumpet, and the whole thirty towering wells began to slowly squirm towards the head of Ziyang City. In front of the Jin army, Ning Daosi looked back slowly, and when his cold gaze swept over the thirty tall wells, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but float a hideous sneer.

Now the two thousand Jin troops charging and the ladder cart in their hands are an introduction, attracting the Song army at the head of the city to counterattack as much as possible. In tonight's battle, Zheng Guoxiong's real backhand is the thirty weapons, and they are Zheng Guoxiong's real killer moves.

Closer, closer!

The red fire shone on Zhu Biao's angular face, and his eyes as bright as stars were full of cold and slaughter, and at a glance, people could feel as if they had fallen into a field of ice and snow, and there was endless cold silence and endless abyss around his head and feet.

Amid the deafening shouts of killing, the two thousand Jin troops finally swarmed in. Looking down from the top of the city, through the light of the stars, the two thousand people were like ants on the ground in black, crowded to the foot of the dilapidated western city wall of Ziyang City.

Boom, boom, boom