The sound of thunderous rubble cracking sounded from the north wall, and a section of the ruined city wall of Hengzhou City was hit and shattered by a series of stone throws, and it collapsed, revealing a crack that was more than a foot wide. The ** Turkic army outside the crack cheered loudly in ecstasy, and Luo Puhan led more than a thousand soldiers to swarm along this narrow crack.

Peng, who was defending on the north wall, was hopeless, and Hong Sixue got the news and immediately led hundreds of defenders to rush towards the crack. The soldiers of both sides fought bloodily in the broken parts of the city wall, and the frequent clashing of blades sounded like a continuous loud bang at first glance. Peng Wuwang brandished the last Pu knife forged by Master Wei on his deathbed, and swept away according to the surging Turkic soldiers, heads, stumps, broken flesh, broken knives, and broken spears flew everywhere in his reach, and blood was like fireworks in front of him, and then splashed in all directions. Hong Sixue's long whip rolled up like a poisonous dragon and rushed to the front of the brave man, throwing it towards the gap in the city wall, and every body that was thrown out was trampled into a ground of blood and mud by his companions. The warriors who seemed to be Shura in this moment of hand-to-hand contact crushed the morale of the invading enemy army in an instant, and the siege assault team, which numbered several times more than the defenders, was completely shocked by Peng Wuwang's cruel and bloody killing, and the momentum that had been like a bamboo dissipated in front of the city wall, and the unstoppable iron flow seemed to meet the iron embankment, and changed from a thousand miles to a stagnant.

At this moment, Zheng Juechen, who was seriously injured, supported his crumbling body and led a group of archers to join the battle group with the guards Changsun Yue and Liu Xiongyi, and finally let the flow of people rolling outside the city begin to flow in the opposite direction.

"Shoot the arrows!" "Shoot the arrows!" "Shoot the arrows!" The weary generals gave orders in hoarse and impassioned voices, and one after another of arrows, though not dense, but sharp enough, were fired at the Turkic strongholds that poured into the city. Countless Turkic soldiers fell to the ground with blood before they could see what the archers looked like. After a few days of siege, these archers had grown into sharpshooters.

Peng was hopeless, and Hong Sixue led dozens of assault soldiers to rush out of the city wall with the defeated Turks in front of the cracks, desperately slashing and slashing the enemy troops surrounding here. The defenders inside the city walls brought a stone from the storehouse, and grain in sacks poured in from all directions, gradually blocking the cracks.

Seeing that there was only a gap more than one person wide left in the crack, Peng Wuwang turned his head to Hong Sixue and said, "You take people into the city quickly."

"If my eldest brother doesn't leave, I won't leave either." Hong Sixue said excitedly.

"Don't worry, I won't die, you let me go!" Peng Wuwang pushed Hong Sixue into the crack, "Go to the city wall to meet me!" After he sent Hong Sixue away, he shouted, "Everyone, come into the city!" He jumped over everyone's heads and rushed towards the Turks. When the assault fighters saw that he was blocking the Turks, they were all moved, and they hurried into the city one by one as fast as they could, and then shouted one after another: "Peng Daxia, enter the city quickly!" At this moment, the Turks pushed a large crash car and pounced on the cracks in the walls. Peng Wuwang's eyes were blood-red, and he shouted, "Quickly plug the crack!" As he spoke, he danced his sword and threw himself towards the crashing car.

"Plug the cracks! It's too late!" Sun Yue, the general of the defending army, shouted loudly and led dozens of soldiers to knock down a pile of heavy grain bags and plug the cracks tightly.

At this time, Peng Wuwang had just killed the Turkic soldiers who were pushing the crashing car, but found that thousands of Turkic soldiers under the leadership of Luo Puhan were all armed with spears and surrounded him.

Seeing that he was about to be overwhelmed by the army, and the retreat behind him was also blocked, Peng Wuwang gritted his teeth and looked up to see a cloud ladder in front of him.

"Kill Peng hopelessly!" "Don't go, Peng is hopeless!" The shouts of the Turks were deafening, Peng Wuwang carried the Pu knife behind him with great difficulty, struggled to carry a breath, and jumped up and down on the life-saving ladder, and with a swing of the Pu knife, several soldiers who were still climbing on the ladder were cut off by his sword. Looking at his soaring figure, Luo Puhan was furious and ordered, "Knock down the ladder!"

Immediately, dozens of soldiers rushed to the ladder and pushed it in unison, and the heavy ladder immediately toppled to the right. "Good!" The cheers of the Turks under the city rang out, and the defenders at the head of the city saw it clearly, and they all exclaimed loudly.

The ladder fell towards the other ladder with a loud bang and slammed into the left side of the ladder. At the same time, Peng Wuwang, who was on top of the inclined ladder, jumped to the top of this ladder. "Peng Daxia! Hold my hand!" "Peng Daxia is here!" The defenders of the city reached out. But the ladder shook a bit, and it began to tip over, quickly falling to the other ladder to the right. In this way, Peng Wuwang had to jump again and jump onto another ladder, which still could not escape the fate of his predecessors and began to tilt and fall sideways.

The defenders of the city watched anxiously as Peng Wuwang was in danger on one cloud ladder after another, and then jumped again, and then in distress, and then jumped again, and the cloud ladders that were originally densely packed on the city wall fell one after another. Suddenly, a childish voice began to count aloud: "Three--! Four--! Five--!" Because they were too anxious and worried, everyone involuntarily called out together to the rhythm of this voice: "Six--! Seven--! Eight --!" Counting until ten, Peng Wuwang, who had been drifting with the tide, suddenly let out a long roar, and his body rose like a nine-day dragon soaring into the clouds, flying towards the city wall. The tenth ladder fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the Turkic soldiers on it screamed and fell to the ground.

A long whip roared up, and the volley whipped Peng Wuhope's waist and pulled it back cleanly, but it turned out that Hong Sixue finally found this opportunity to save Peng Wuwang back to the city.

"Haha!" In the midst of the cheers, Luo Mingxian's smug words came: "I guess Master is going to use this trick to knock down all the Turkic ladders, how about it, see if he is coming back unharmed!" His words sparked another round of cheers.

Although the soldiers defending the city fought bloodily and repelled the fierce attacks of the Turks again and again, the city wall of the north city was intensively attacked by catapults for two days and one night, and it was already crumbling, and in the blink of an eye, another city wall collapsed, and the Turks who roared and killed into the city were killed again by the red-eyed Tang defenders and retreated, but Sun Yue, the general of the defenders, was hit by a stray arrow and died heroically. The heavy responsibility of defending the city fell into the hands of the deputy general Liu Xiongyi. Seeing the defenders constantly stuffing sacks full of grain in front of the cracks, Fang Mengjing, who was patrolling the city, felt strange, and hurriedly grabbed a general and asked, "May I ask the general, we have blocked so many grain bags at the head of the city, can the remaining grain in the city be able to cope with future battles?"

The general laughed, "Miss Fang may not know that the grain and grass intercepted by the Hebei soldiers from the hands of the Limo refugees will allow us to survive for three and five years, and there is no problem."

"So many?" Fang Mengjing was surprised and delighted.

"yes, these chestnut people are so thick, ha." The general snorted and led the soldiers to continue to carry grain bags to plug the holes in the city wall.

Looking at their backs as they gradually moved away, Fang Mengjing seemed to suddenly wake up from her dream: "I'm so stupid to forget such a simple truth. The Turks attached so much importance to Hengzhou, in addition to avenging Mantuo, boosting the morale of the army, and opening up the Hebei official road to Chang'an, it was more important to seize the grain and grass of the Limo people who were intercepted by the Hebei soldiers in Hengzhou. This grain and grass was enough to stuff the coalition forces to maintain a strong offensive on Chang'an City for more than a month. Without this grain and grass, there will be no basis for unity for the coalition forces, and this is the only way to win."

At this moment, a noisy footstep came, and seven or eight Tang soldiers rushed down from the city carrying Peng Wuwang on a stretcher, and the leading junior colonel asked anxiously and loudly, "Where is Doctor Jia?" Where is Doctor Jia?"

"What's wrong?" When Fang Mengjing saw it, her heart tightened, and she walked quickly to the stretcher and asked.

A young Tang soldier said with a crying voice, "After Peng Daxia repelled the enemy's army that rushed into the city, he suddenly fell headlong and fainted."

"I'll see!" A slightly hoarse and crisp voice came from the side, but it turned out to be Jia Bianque. I saw that her hair was unkempt, her face was burnt yellow, her eyes were deep-set, and she looked tired. These days, the wounded soldiers sent down from the city asked her to be treated, especially Lian Feng, Xiao Liechen and Hou Zaichun's injuries were extremely serious, and they needed to be nursed day and night.

Turning over Peng Hopeless's body, Jia Bianque's eyes were soaked with crystal tears for a moment, she choked up slightly, and said: "Brother Peng is covered in injuries, although they are not serious, but several new injuries have not stopped bleeding in time, so that the bleeding does not stop, coupled with the non-stop fighting and fighting for days, blood loss and exhaustion, he is exhausted and can no longer hold on."

Fang Mengjing's eyes also turned red: "Brother Peng is the leader everywhere, charging into battle, and the physical strength consumed is hundreds of times more than others, in the past two days and one night, there are hundreds of Hu generals who have died under him, even if he is covered in iron, he can't stand such hard work, he should be allowed to rest."

Jia Bian Que nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "You carry him to the Thorn Shi Mansion, feed him these solid Peiyuan Creation Pills, and let him rest well." She handed a few pale green pills to the soldier carrying the stretcher. Those soldiers thanked them and carefully carried the great hero in their minds to the Assassin's Mansion.