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The change in military situation is unprovoked. A few days ago, the Song army took advantage of the victory to pursue, but in the past few days, it was driven into Ziyang City by the Jin army like a dog, and it was surrounded by regiments. So Zhu Biao is very envious of Sun Bin, why do you say that people are so lucky? After defeating Pang Juan, he swaggered and could go back, and he cut Zheng Guoxiong, leveled Hua Wei, and turned around and Jin Bing couldn't afford to provoke him!

In the deafening shouts of killing, the Jin army swarmed from the top of the city, and through the light of the stars, two thousand people were like ants on the ground in black, crowded at the foot of the dilapidated western city wall of Ziyang City.

Bang Bang Bang -

It was the sound of ladder carts on the wall, and dozens of ladder carts were erected almost at the same time, and then leaned heavily against the jagged city walls. The first two inverted iron hooks on the ladder firmly grabbed the inner wall of the city wall, and the quality of these ladder carts from the arsenal of the King of Jin was definitely just.

At the same time, dozens of elite Jin soldiers wearing thick shields and heavy armor also escorted a crashing car to press over. As the sharp and heavy striking wood slammed against the walls, a violent roar resounded inside and outside the gates.

Zhu Biao's heart was full of murderous intrigue, he suddenly raised his right arm, swung forward and fell fiercely, and a thunderous roar resounded through the city: "Brothers-kill!" ”

Kill, kill, kill, kill

The three thousand Song troops guarding the western city wall roared hoarsely, and thousands of crossbowmen immediately bent their bows and set up arrows, and the cold rain of arrows fell on the heads of the Jin troops under the city.

As the Jin infantry marched into the city, the 3,000-step archers outside the city finally stopped a wave of arrows. However, even so, tens of thousands of rockets continued to fall, and the head of Ziyang City shone as bright as day. Under the city wall, there are densely packed Jin soldiers, and the Song army crossbowmen guarding the city tower don't even need to aim at all, they only need to aim their bows and arrows below, and shoot an arrow casually, and they can hit the target with ten chances.

Besides, the thousands of Song army bows and crossbowmen on the west city wall are all elites from professional backgrounds, veterans in shooting, although the battlements are incomplete, but the threat to the Jin army below is still great.

"Ahh

"Uh-"

The desolate howls suddenly sounded endlessly, and the Jin soldiers who were hit by arrows under the city wall, and the sergeants who led down one by one on the cloud ladder, the painful wails resounded in the sky above the entire Ziyang City.

However, the Jin army's offensive did not stop because of this, the siege war was a bloody war of attrition, and death was the most ordinary thing for it. Dozens of ladders were soon re-covered with Jin soldiers, these fierce sergeants with sharp mouths, hands and feet to climb to the city, if they were not shot down or smashed down halfway, then then at the battlement there was a burst of life-and-death hand-to-hand combat.

Ziyang City Head.

From the first moment of the irrepressible influx of Jin soldiers, the crossbowmen stepped back, and the melee arms such as swordsmen, swordsmen, and axemen stood in front of the battlements. Spearmen, broadswordsmen, and short-handed soldiers such as sword players and axe players cooperated, and as a result, many enemies climbed up.

Zhu Biao's military orders were issued in an orderly manner, and the three thousand Song soldiers at the head of Ziyang City also had their own tacit understanding to form a team from near and far, taking advantage of the advantages of the location, as well as the skillful cooperation between them, so that many Jin soldiers who had worked hard to climb the city head could not take a look at the situation at the head of the city, and even before they had time to hand over the sharp blade in their mouths, they had already hated the cloud ladder, bled the city, and returned to the west with their lives.

Knife lights flew and shone at the head of the city, and spears were stabbed in the air at the head of the city.

Puff puff -

The strong axe hand hurriedly swung the sharp axe in his hand, slashing the place where the ladder hung the barb one after another, and each undulation brought up bursts of sawdust.

"Ahh

These ladders usually have two results, one is that the Song army sergeants work together to directly bend the ladder body; The second is that the Song sergeant is not strong enough to continue after pushing the ladder away for a few feet, so he can only collect the gun at the same time. The ladder swung back a few feet after a fierce unload, the heavy ladder body will inevitably smash heavily on the city wall, the final result is of course a group of Jin soldiers fell from the ladder like dumplings, the kind of anti-shock force is not affordable by ordinary people. And the most unfortunate thing is that the quality of the ladder car itself is not very qualified, and it is broken into two between such a fall.

Every time when the city comes from the shouting in unison, there will be a ladder car unlucky, less than five or six, more than one or twenty, the Jin soldiers who climbed on the ladder are like dumplings under the New Year, one by one from the air puff tom tom. Or break the muscles and bones, or break the head and bleed, even if you die headlong, the most pitiful thing is to take down your own injuries but you don't lose your breath for a while, the terrible screams come out of their mouths, and the sense of sadness and despair can penetrate people's hearts and lungs more than the shouts of others-

"Whew-"

A crazy shout came from the city, Zhu Biao carefully stretched out his head to take a look, only to see dozens of Jin soldiers howling frantically, they were clustered around the city crashing car was already about to reach the city gate.

The crash car was heavy to death, but it could move much faster than the well that was still behind the big one. More than a quarter of an hour after the start of the war, the crashing car had already reached its own work and was about to work hard for its mission.

"Fire oil--fire oil-" Zhu Biao shouted loudly, and at the same time picked up a large rock from the city and looked at the crashed car and smashed it down.

There was no shortage of fire oil in the Song army, and Zhu Biao conquered so many cities from Xingzhou to Wanzhou, and the seizures in the treasury and arsenal were all indispensable. Although the amount of each place is not large, it can accumulate into a lot, and at present, the Song army still has a lot of reserves in Ziyang. However, the head of the city has been smashed by the thunderbolts of the Jin army, and there are no battlements in many places, in this case, it is obviously inappropriate to place the fire oil on the top of the city.

The thunderbolt throws stones, but this stone may not be able to be reprocessed, as long as you sprinkle enough fire oil, wrap some hemp rope around your body, and ignite a little fire, you will immediately transform for it.

In this case, Zhu Biao would never dare to put the oil on the platform of the city wall, the flint flew wildly, and the possibility of hitting it was very great. Now in the head of the West City, the oil is stored in the Tibetan Cave.

"Knock-knock-knock-" The heavy crashing wood finally hit the solid city gate, but it seemed that the Jin army operating the crashing car was disturbed by the Song army on the city gate, and its strength was not enough, but even so, Zhu Biao could still feel that the city wall under his feet was shaking violently.

"Damn it!" Zhu Biao cursed viciously, and then shouted loudly, "Use a stone, smash it hard for me." What about kerosene? Don't hurry up and get it yet. He didn't want to destroy the crash truck underneath right now, which would be convenient, but it would also create a sense of dependence on his soldiers. When Zhu Biao was entangled by the masters of the Jin army camp in the future, and the Jin army attacked like this again, what would the Song soldiers do?

Sooner or later, it's a tough grind, so let the grind come early.

When Zhu Biao's shouting sounded, Song soldiers immediately went into the Tibetan soldier cave. A pour of fire oil was carried to the city, and after a while, more than ten cans of fire oil were aimed at the city gate and smashed down, and the archers who had been waiting for a long time on the side also shot their own rockets on the string almost at the same time.

A few clusters of sparks hit the city car in the middle, but I saw a raging flame suddenly rise from the tower of the city gate. Dozens of paces outside the city gate were illuminated as bright as day, and twenty or thirty Jin army wrestlers who did not have time to get out were swallowed up by the rolling flames in an instant.

The Jin army wrestlers, who were still alive for a while, kept rolling and struggling in the sea of fire, and kept letting out bursts of terrible howls, which was terrifying to hear. In order to fight for the slightest trace of life, many wrestlers prayed with sad faces to crash straight into the surrounding Jin army crowd with raging fire, hoping to be rescued by their comrades.

But what they have burning is fire oil, where can it be so easily extinguished? There was nothing but a panic among the Jin soldiers. In less than a moment, the smell of barbecued meat began to waft through the air.

Jars of fire oil continued to fall down the city, dozens of rockets quickly fell from the city, and the fire oil splashed all over the ground instantly burned. The raging flames soon engulfed hundreds of Jin siege soldiers and more than twenty cloud ladders, and in the scorching flames, the Jin soldiers who had not lost their breath were wailing fiercely, struggling desperately, and the slightest sound was transmitted out clearly.

In front of the Jin army, Zheng Guoxiong's cheeks twitched violently, for the soldiers who died in the flames. But when his gaze swept over the thirty bodies that slowly moved forward, the deep starry eyes were like a fire burning violently, and Nu Lie's murderous intent was brewing in his chest.

The sea of fire burning under the city shone on the head of Ziyang City. Zhu Biao's strong body is straight, majestic as a mountain. A rain of arrows was pouring down frantically from the city, carrying jars of fire oil, engulfing almost all the fronts of the western city wall.

The attacking Jin army could not support it, and under the baptism of fire oil and arrow rain, and under the fierce counterattack of the Song army, the two thousand Jin troops who were crowded under the city wall were killed and wounded by nearly half of them, and finally retreated uncontrollably.

When the low and desolate trumpet began to sound, the Jin army crowded under the city wall retreated like a tide, and the tragic siege battle came to an end for the time being.

Zhu Biao's eyes looked at Zheng Guoxiong outside the city, where there were still so many Jin troops. He knew that this was just a prelude! A little prelude!