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With the sound of drums and horns, the soldiers of the Zhenjun army struck their shields in unison and shouted in unison: "Wind, wind, wind!"

At the same time, the generals of the Ningnan Army led by Jun Qihan all ascended to the city gate tower, raised their eyes and looked out, looking at the Zhenjun Army camp outside the pass, and people's hearts were also raised to their throats. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info|For every two people who watch romance, there is an account that has registered on the Internet.

Against the Zhenjun Army, the Ningnan Army is not afraid at all, it is impossible, not to mention how many soldiers were lost in the hands of the Zhenjun Army in a national war, just this time in the second national war, the Zhenjun Army has not yet entered its own territory, it first ate the Eighth and Eleventh Army Corps, resulting in an emergency on the entire southern front, and the northern border army had to rush south.

It didn't take long for a general to rush out of the camp of the Zhenjun army, come to the front of the two armies, and shouted loudly at the wrong side of the pass: "I am the Dafeng Zhenjun army, Li Zhu, who dares to come out and fight with me?"

Hearing the call of the enemy generals, the generals of the Ningnan Army looked at Jun Qihan in unison, the latter had a calm expression, sneered, and said slowly: "Pass the order, the soldiers of our army, no one is allowed to go out of the city to meet the battle without authorization, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

"Jun Shuai, do you want to let the wind thieves shout and run rampant in front of our army?" said a general of the Ningnan army unconvinced.

"Our army is here, not to fight alone with the Wind Army, but to block the Wind Army's northward movement, as long as it can do this, as for the icing on the cake, then there is no need. "The ferryman was scared, and Brother Yan looked at Sister Zhang

Send people to meet the battle, it's good to win, if you lose, it will damage your morale too much, and it will be conducive to the enemy's siege, Jun Qihan is unwilling to take this risk, and there is no need to take this risk, he just needs to close the pass and block the wind army from going north, which is a great achievement.

Hearing him say this, the others did not say any more, and let the wind general shout outside the city.

Li Zhu begged the enemy for a long time, but there was no movement in the pass, and in the end, he could only turn his horse back to his own formation. Seeing that the Ningnan army avoided fighting and was not moved by his own call, Luo Ren took a deep breath, waved the handsome flag in his hand, and ordered the whole army to attack the city.

With his order, the soldiers of the Zhenjun Army advanced their artillery in unison. It's just that the artillery on the side of the Zhenjun army has not yet fired, and the artillery of the Ningnan army on the head of the city has already launched an attack first.

The range of the artillery on both sides is about the same, but the artillery of the Ningnan army is erected at the head of the city, located at a high point, and is in a geographical advantage, so they must be able to hit the side of the Zhenjun army first.

As lead bullets fell from the sky, screams were heard from time to time in the camp of the Zhenjun army. It didn't take long for the artillery of the Zhenjun army to return fire, and with the rumbling sound of cannons, puffs of smoke rose from the head of the city and the city wall.

The two sides shelled each other, and the fighting was inextricable, and the soldiers of both sides also suffered casualties.

The artillery fire on both sides was still supporting, and the phalanx of the Zhenjun army began to advance in turn.

When the phalanx was still five hundred meters away from the staggered pass, the sound of firecrackers sounded on the top of the city, and dense projectiles flew from the top of the city.

The projectiles struck the heavy shields, clanged, and hit the people's bodies, raising clouds of blood mist.

In the phalanx, from time to time, soldiers screamed and fell to the ground. The soldiers behind were like cold-blooded machines, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and constantly pushing forward.

Resisting the fire of the Ningnan army, the phalanx advanced to about 400 meters, and at this time, the return fire of the wind army began. Streams of green smoke rose from the Wind Army's array, and rows of projectiles flew up the city.

In the city, many Ningnan soldiers who stood behind the chopping arrows and shot were hit by the projectiles, and the tinkling sound of the projectiles piercing through the helmets was endless, and people either fell on their backs or planted the city walls.

"Arrow Tower! The Wind Army's Arrow Tower is out of battle!" People raised their eyes one after another, only to see that the arrow towers erected high were pushed out by the wind army, and the people standing on them were basically fire soldiers.

The generals of the Ningnan Army did not give it in vain, and ordered one after another: "The artillery is aimed at the enemy's arrow tower!

One cannon could not be accurate, and two artillery pieces could not be fired accurately, but they could not withstand the repeated bombardment of dozens of artillery pieces. The projectile of the artillery hit the body of the arrow tower, the sawdust flew horizontally, the projectile entered from the front, and burst out from the back, and when the cannon hit, it was a big round hole.

The arrow tower trembled violently, and the soldiers standing on it were shaken down like dumplings, and the crisp sound of bones breaking after landing was endless.

A group of soldiers was dropped, and immediately a new group of soldiers climbed up and opened fire on the enemy troops at the head of the city.

The soldiers of the Ningnan army who held torches and lit artillery were shot and fell to the ground from time to time. Pour one person, and immediately someone around fills it, and continues to pick up torches and light the artillery.

The projectiles hit the tower of the arrow tower one after another, and the overwhelmed arrow tower broke off and collapsed, and the soldiers on it broke their bones and tendons, and the soldiers who couldn't dodge were also overwhelmed.

The fighting between the two sides was bloody and tragic, and the number of casualties rose in a straight line.

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, seeing his own arrow towers being blown up by enemy artillery one after another, Hu Chong secretly frowned, the ferocity of the Ningnan army's firepower was beyond imagination, and the casualties on his side were too great to fight like this.

He said to Luo Ren beside him: "General Luo, the enemy army is fierce, should our army temporarily avoid the edge?"

Luo Ren glanced at him and didn't say anything to him, but turned to Guangfang and said, "General Fang!"

"The last general!"

"You lead the gendarmerie to supervise the battle, and anyone who flinchs and escapes will be killed!" Luo Ren said categorically.

"The last general obeys!" Guangfang agreed, led the gendarmerie, and urged the horse to rush out.

Hu Chong looked at Luo Ren, sighed secretly, and swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Luo Ren and Hu Chong's conducting styles are completely different. Hu Chong was good at scheming, he commanded the troops to fight, often by surprise, unprepared, such as the extermination of the Eighth and Eleventh Army Corps, which he was best at.

And Luo Ren uses soldiers, he has always been fierce and fierce, good at fighting tough battles, like the battle in front of him, attacking the city and gnawing hard bones, Luo Ren is far stronger than Hu Chong, he also has the kind of horizontal strength that would rather lose 1,000 to himself than to hurt the enemy 800.

The supervision of the gendarmerie made the advance of the Zhenjun army more rapid, and it was completely a charge regardless of casualties. The heavy shield soldier in front, holding a shield, kept advancing, and one person was shot, and the soldier behind immediately picked up the shield to fill the position.

When the phalanx of firebolts in front was still a hundred paces away from the staggered pass, they stopped one after another and stopped advancing, and the people half-squatted on the ground and opened fire on the city, while the infantry phalanx behind crossed the firecrackers and began to charge on all fronts.

With shields in one hand and spears or knives in the other, people poured like a tidal wave towards the staggered pass. During the charge, from time to time someone was shot and fell to the ground, but one person fell, and more people rushed up behind, and the ferocity of the Zhenjun army was completely revealed at this time.

As the soldiers rushed to the city wall, ladders were erected, and the towers were on the top of the city, and then, like ants, the soldiers climbed up the ladders.

The defenders at the head of the city desperately smashed the wooden stones, poured hot oil, and the soldiers on the ladder screamed and fell from time to time.

Some of the soldiers were scalded with fire oil, and they rushed to the city with a roar, but they were shot by the firecrackers in the city before they could pick up their weapons.

Seeing that there were more and more wind troops rushing to the city, the defenders worked together to carry thick wooden poles and pick up the cloud ladder on the head of the city.

The ladder that was picked open, a long line of soldiers on it wailed and fell into their own crowd, and it was instantly submerged by the sea of people, and the people nearby re-erected the fallen ladder and continued to charge towards the city.

The siege of 200,000 troops can be described as earth-shattering, but the strength of the defenders is also numerous.

The defenders of the city, on the one hand, had to resist the wind army climbing towards the city, and on the other hand, they had to suffer heavy casualties from the long-range shots of the wind army and the crossbowmen of the archers, and they also suffered heavy casualties.

As the remnants of the Wind Army's turrets were pushed closer to the walls, the battle intensified. The wind army on the arrow tower and the Ningnan army on the city were almost equal to each other, and at the same time, the sharps jumped out of the arrow tower one after another and pounced on the city.

The warriors who managed to jump to the top of the city brandished their knives and slashed at the surrounding enemy troops, and in the end, they were also dismembered by the crowds of enemy troops.

The fierce battle between the two sides has entered the white-hot from the beginning, and it continues as if it will never end.

The casualties of the soldiers on both sides were not counted in numbers, but in the thousands. Jun Qihan, who was in the city gate tower, watched the Zhenjun army's lifeless attack, and involuntarily clenched his fists.

The style of play of the wind army does not have any skills, it is to attack and attack again, and this style of play is precisely the most shocking.

"The Wind Army has broken through! The Wind Army has broken through!" Jun Qihan was staring silently, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from the left side of the city gate tower.

He turned his head to look, only to see a large group of wind troops, led by a few spiritual cultivators, storming the city, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with his own soldiers.

A cold light flashed in Jun Qihan's eyes, and without saying a word, he grabbed the five-hook bright silver spear, jumped out from the high city gate tower, and landed on the city wall on the left.

His body was already covered with spiritual armor, and the silver spear in his hand had also been spiritualized. He had just stood on the city wall when a nearby Wind Army cultivator slashed at him.

He raised the gun in his hand outward, and he heard a loud sound, and the spirit knife of the spirit cultivator was forced out by him, and he immediately stabbed out another shot, hitting the opponent's chest, poof, the edge of the spirit spear poked out in the back of the spirit cultivator. Jun Qihan used his arms hard, picked them out, and the corpse flew to the city wall and fell into the crowd of the wind army.

"Kill-" With a loud shout, more than a dozen wind soldiers rushed towards him, Jun Qihan waved the gun in his hand in the air, Ling Chi danced wildly and released it, and more than a dozen wind soldiers were cut into pieces of meat by the spirit blade and scattered on the city.

He stomped on the ground with one foot, rushed forward, and between the walks, the spirit spear stabbed forward, and he heard a series of muffled sounds, and the spirit spear penetrated the bodies of the three wind soldiers, but the castration did not decrease, and he still stabbed forward, a spirit cultivator hurriedly raised the spirit knife in his hand, blocking his chest, click, the edge of the spirit spear pierced the knife surface, stabbing it out of a big hole, and drilling into the chest of the spirit cultivator.

One shot, four lives! Jun Qihan's shot was really unstoppable.

The projectiles outside the city wall flew towards him, he raised his hand lightly, blocking the side of his head, pop, three projectiles hit his palm, he only waved his hand slightly, the steel ball fell to the ground, and then looked at the spirit armor on his palm, not even a trace was left.

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