Behind the catapults, at the forefront of the dense army of the Mang, are all cavalry, whether it is a heavy cavalry wearing chain mail or a light cavalry wearing chain mail... The eyes of these reckless soldiers and the horses sitting down were a little red, and their eyes were filled with a certain indescribable and inexplicable excitement, so that many of the officers in the array, who looked extremely tired, reprimanded from time to time, and even directly waved their horsewhips and whipped some sergeants who seemed a little uneasy in the queue.

As a result of the inventory of Yun Qin's experienced lookout guards in the mausoleum city, the number of this great mang army that finally gathered in the East Jingling Tomb far exceeded 70,000, approaching 80,000.

The 50,000 defenders of the Dongjingling Tomb, plus some young and middle-aged people who stayed in the city, some residents who refused to evacuate, and the Yunqin people and cultivators who spontaneously rushed from the town not far away, the total number was only more than 55,000.

Under such a comparison of military strength, at this moment, when the Da Mang army was in a good position, the Yun Qin army naturally had no reason to take the initiative to attack.

Although the army pressed the border, but the armament bombarded each other, it was still a very boring stage for many cold Yunqin generals on the city wall, so on the corner towers around the city wall, even if they had already set up golden Yunqin war drums, some Yunqin drum masters had also climbed to the corner tower, but at this moment, no one was interested in beating the war drums

Dongjingling City is a large city in Nanling Province.

Before the establishment of the Yunqin state, this was an acropolis that belonged to a princely city surnamed Xia.

On weekdays, the permanent population of Eastview also exceeds 300,000.

Therefore, Dongjing City is very large, and it is not comparable to the kind of city of the Great Reckless Demon Mandala and the Moon-Snatching City.

300,000 people in the earliest Falling Star Mausoleum was first attacked by the reckless water army smuggled across the Falling Star Lake and lost, they had already evacuated most of them, and at this moment the roar around the city wall was still deafening, just because the sound was monotonous and dull and seemed a little dead and silent, but in this city, it was really quiet.

In the south corner of the city, there is a Taoist temple called Wuwei Temple.

In the ancient Taoist temple community with black tiled eaves, all the Taoists have not evacuated, there is still the bell ringing when cooking tea and drinking tea, there is still incense burning in the incense burner, purple smoke curling, still full of the theme of this Taoist temple, not fighting or grabbing, pure heart and few desires, and the charm of the whole year. Outside, there is still no war.

Zeng Rou was in this Taoist temple at this time, in a wooden building in front of a tea field.

His facial features are very delicate, he looks very quiet, even if he is wearing black armor, he feels a little like a weak scholar.

However, this is only an illusion to deceive the eye.

He has always been a fierce general of the Yunqin military and the top general of the Dongjingling military.

This wooden building in Wuwei View is now where the military headquarters of Dongjingling is located.

It's just that this place is not what he chose.

Because to the green-shirted scribe who was in this wooden building with him at this moment, and who was the head of the general's headquarters here, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that represented old age, and whose facial features were only forty as old, he thought that he was nothing.

He is a fierce general of the Yunqin military, but this old-fashioned green-shirted scribe is an instructor of the Yunqin military, a person who is responsible for teaching generals to fight, and what he is best at is defending the city... And he is not a military advisor who can only talk on paper.

His name is Tang Chuqing, when the 300,000 troops of the Southern Mormo Kingdom attacked the Falling Star Mausoleum, when Dean Zhang stood at the head of the Falling Star Mausoleum, he was thirteen years old, and he was the son of Tang Liren, the defense general of the Falling Star Mausoleum.

At that time, he began to fight and began to defend the city.

In this battle, Gu Yunjing had already smashed all the most useful and strongest figures that the entire Yunqin Emperor could mobilize into the three cities of Falling Star Tomb, Shaohua Tomb, and Dongjing Tomb.

At this moment, Tang Chuqing humbly asked a Taoist in front of him about the tea art in the view.

Beside him, there was also a middle-aged man with a somewhat pale face, and an old woman in the clothes of an ordinary peasant woman was sitting.

Zeng Rou's gaze was as calm as water, projected into the distance.

In this very large city, among the many streets and alleys, many Yunqin soldiers and some Yunqin young men who came voluntarily are blocking some houses in an orderly and calm manner, priing loose some stone slabs, and even removing some roof support beams and trees, and loosening some walls... Potholes were made in some of the originally flat ground, some steel wires that were difficult to see the naked eye were laid down, and some crossbow arrows that were automatically triggered.

What is most needed for defending the city is absolute calmness.

The calmest place in this city is this Taoist temple where all Taoists regard death as nothing.

Therefore, Tang Chuqing, a city defender who did not leave many traces of time on his face, placed the most important command office of the military headquarters here.

And from the very beginning, it never occurred to him that he would put the battle on the walls.

He was going to take the whole city with him and fight against this reckless army that was far superior to theirs.

The city is there, the people are there, the city is dead, the people are dead.

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A young, but already possessed a kind of iron-blooded aura that would naturally emanate from many battles and wars, was walking through the streets and alleys of Dongjingling, commanding more than a dozen teams of men and horses, blocking some of the alleys with dirt and stones.

This young black-armored general is none other than Jiang Xiaoyi, whom Lin Xi has not seen for a long time.

He was to command the sergeants and turn this former bustling market town into a labyrinth.

They will let the reckless army enter the city... In every street and alley, fight a decisive battle with the reckless army.

Street fighting from beginning to end, this is the choice of Yun Qin's soldiers.

And this reckless army will not have a choice.

As long as the Dongjingling Tomb holds on for more than three days, within three days, it is impossible for the Damang army to demolish the buildings blocking them, especially when the Yunqin army is deliberately blocked and there are troops in ambush in all the streets and alleys.

Even if you want to set fire to the city, you can't do it.

Because the Yun Qin priests in the city are very sure that from tonight onwards, there will be some rain in the Dongjing Tomb from time to time.

When the rain brings a stronger autumn mood, it can also keep the entire city in a very wet state for the next few days.

It's just that Jiang Xiaoyi, who has a calm face at the moment, is actually not calm.

With more than 50,000 Yun Qin soldiers, facing nearly 80,000 reckless soldiers, with this city, can you consume 30,000 more reckless soldiers?

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyi already knew that Lin Xi would come, so he had great confidence in the victory of this battle, but no matter what, he knew that this battle was destined to be very tragic.

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In the battle of Dongjingling, the armament bombardment between the Lingcheng and the Damang army continued.

At this moment, several of the most critical battle points, because the army is pressing, can no longer accept military intelligence from the outside world... I don't know what's going on in the outside world, so I can only fight in front of me.

It is very calm in the city of Dongjingling.

Knowing that he and his companions around him, the vast majority of people may die in this battle, knowing that their battle here will ultimately affect the entire battle situation, it still depends on the outcome of the battle elsewhere, but it is still calm... The calmness of the Yunqin soldiers in the Dongjing Mausoleum is worthy of admiration in itself.

At this time, at the junction of Nanling Province and Nanling Province, in the fortress where Qianxia Mountain could be seen faintly, Li Kaiyun and Fang Zhu stood on a high slope.

In the far southeast as far as they could see, there was a tumultuous hustle and bustle.

Although they couldn't hear the sound from that place at all, just looking at the chaotic hustle and bustle, Li Kaiyun and Fang Zhu seemed to be able to hear many sounds of swords and soldiers fighting each other, and heard many screams and screams, shouts of killing.

"It's coming!"

Fang Zhu, whose face had always been very nervous, let out a low cry of rapid breath, and several horses came out of the shadows of a small path at a sharp speed, appearing in their sight.

"Lord Fang! Lord Li! Get a report! The Wind Breaking Battalion has been broken up and besieged by two Great Mang Army! The number of Great Mang Army is still at least three thousand, and there are at least two hundred heavy armor, and the number of soul soldiers is unknown!"

It's just that the moment the two sides can see their faces clearly, one of the leaders of several reconnaissance horses has already made a hurried shout at Li Kaiyun and Fang Zhu.

"Three thousand, there is heavy armor?!" Fang Zhu's face changed greatly, and the three words of the Broken Wind Camp suddenly lined up everything, filling his mind, his face suddenly turned snow-white, and he turned his head to look at Li Kaiyun.

Li Kaiyun was like a sculpture at this time, and his eyes were very empty.

"I've received all the letters you've written..."

"Don't get me wrong... I want to give you more time..."

"I should have been following this army all this time, you remember the banner of my army, pay attention, maybe you can know where I am, if you have the chance, you can see you again. ”

Li Kaiyun's chest was also empty at the moment.

In his mind, when he heard the word Breaking Wind Camp, the voice of Leng Qiuyu had been echoing.

Camp Breaker... It was the army that Leng Qiuyu followed. The army that was on the border was responsible for transporting food, grass and ordnance.

Looking at Li Kaiyun's appearance, Fang Zhu's throat seemed to be suddenly blocked, and he also looked at Li Kaiyun and Leng Qiuyu talking side by side from a distance that day, he could see the happiness in Li Kaiyun's eyes in the next few days, so at this time, he felt the same way.

"I'm going. ”

Li Kaiyun spoke, his voice calm.

Fang Zhu knew that with the reckless army that defeated the Wind Breaking Battalion, he was afraid that he would definitely die if he went, but he didn't stop him and nodded: "I'll go with you." ”

"You have to stay here, you have to carry out the military orders, you have to defend the fortress, and most of us here are foot troops, and we can't go in time. Li Kaiyun shook his head, "Don't want more brothers to accompany me to death." Give me three of the best horses, I'll go, I can save it, if I can't save it, kill a few more to avenge her. ”

Fang Zhu wanted to say something, but he was choked up and couldn't speak, he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything more, just stepped forward, hugged Li Kaiyun, and patted Li Kaiyun's back heavily.

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Tears welled up in his eyes, and he said these two words heavily. He let out a shout, "The best horse!

There is nothing sadder than sending one's own friend to death with his own hands.

But he knew that he couldn't stop Li Kaiyun.

"Take care!" Li Kaiyun punched his breastplate and bowed to thank him. Then he resolutely turned around, and ran as fast as he could, towards the three horses that had been sent.