The Jin army continued to enter the city, people raised their eyes to look around, there was no wooden army, until this time, the Jin army still did not have a sense of vigilance, continued to run forward, and came to the inner city gate, Jin Jun also habitually reached out to push the city gate, wanted to open the inner city gate, but the blocked inner city gate was how they could push open?

Unable to open the inner city gate, everyone in the Jin army was in a hurry, and some of them couldn't help shouting: "Open the door!"

Zhang He, who was also lying on the city wall and personally commanding the battle, almost laughed out loud when he heard this, open the door? Do you really think that Liu Hao is your own person, and you have arranged everything properly?

Seeing that the vanguard of the Jin army had almost come in, only the cavalry did not enter the city, Zhang He was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, the Jin army was suspicious, and no longer waited, he turned his head sideways and waved his hand to the guards under his command, and the guards saw this, and immediately knelt on the head of the city, twisted his bow and arrows, and shot a rattle-tailed arrow in the air.

"Chirp-"

In the silent night, the scream of the rattle tail arrow across the sky is particularly harsh, with the scream of the rattle arrow, the wooden army that was originally lying on the city wall stood up together, but in an instant, tens of thousands of torches were lit on the head of the city, and the inner and outer city walls of Liaodong became two long fire dragons.

"Cast-"

I don't know who shouted, tens of thousands of torches were thrown down from the city, all fell into this narrow strip between the inner and outer city walls, tens of thousands of torches fell to the ground, and suddenly the black space was as bright as day, people looked down and looked down, okay, the black pressure below were all Jin soldiers wearing Jin Army uniforms, and the number was not clear.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Arrow--"

The shouts of the generals of the wooden army rang out at the same time, and the 40,000 or so wooden soldiers on the city wall took out their bows and arrows that had been prepared for a long time. Aim at the Jin army below and launch a salvo.

At this time, there is no need to aim at all, as long as the direction is right, the arrow can kill the opponent with his eyes closed.

The rain of arrows on the two city walls fell together, which made the Jin soldiers who were caught in the middle miserable, facing a dense rain of arrows. The Jin soldiers had nowhere to dodge and no shields to block, but in the blink of an eye, the Jin troops under the city walls were shot down in large pieces.

This is just the beginning, the arrow array of the wooden army is endless, after the first round of people shoot, they immediately retreat, and the second round of personnel stepped forward to continue to release arrows, and the arrow array is wave after wave. One wave is stronger than another, as if it will never stop.

The screams of the Jin army below came and went, some people were hit by arrows in their bodies, some people were shot in their heads, and even the open space in the gaps of the crowd was full of carved feathers, and the corpses covered the carved feathers on the ground, and then the carved feathers that fell from the sky covered the corpses again, and the new corpses covered the carved feathers again......

And so on and so forth. The corpses were piled up in a mountain. Blood is about to turn the narrow strip of land between the inner and outer walls into a river of blood.

This was not an evenly matched fight, or a one-sided massacre, and the Jin army didn't even have the slightest strength to fight back, and fell to the ground in groups.

The thousands of Jin cavalry who didn't have time to enter the city saw that they had fallen into the enemy's trap, and they didn't even make a move to enter the city to rescue, and the rear team changed to the front team on the spot. One by one, they fled back to the camp of their own army like lost dogs.

Fortunately, the wooden army did not pay attention to the thousands of cavalry outside the city at all, and paid attention to the tens of thousands of gold army infantry who entered the city, otherwise even if the cavalry ran fast, it would be impossible for the wooden army to retreat under the arrow array.

The battle of the wooden army went smoothly, but the Jin army was miserable. Nearly 10,000 people were trapped between the inner and outer cities of Liaodong, unable to advance or retreat, and became a living target for others.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, there were many close sergeants who wailed repeatedly: "Don't release arrows, we are our own people, we are our own people-"

It would be better if they didn't shout like that, after hearing this, the soldiers of the Mu Army were even more annoyed, shot the arrows more quickly and fiercely, and muttered viciously in their hearts: Who the fuck is your own person?!

The pleading of the Jin army became the catalyst for the wooden army to become more and more crazy, and the overwhelming array of arrows ruthlessly shot all the living beings on the battlefield, and after each round of arrow arrays raged, there was no living person who could breathe in a large area, and some were only covered with corpses of carved feathers.

The Jin army, which had nearly 10,000 men, had not even made a threatening or decent counterattack, and was shot by the wooden army lying in ambush on the city wall, and when the battle came to an end, there was no ground in sight between the inner and outer city walls, and the ground was covered with corpses on top of each other.

Because the corpse covered the torches that had just been thrown down, and now the city was dark, and the wooden army on the city wall couldn't see what was going on below, so they still shot mechanically and blindly, until they heard that the city gradually stopped moving, Zhang closed his eyes, waved his hand to the soldiers under his command, signaled everyone to suspend the release of the arrows, and then he ordered the soldiers to light the torches again and throw them under the city.

When the new torches were thrown under the city, the people looked at it again, and they all gasped.

Everywhere the city can be seen, the dense turns are the corpses of the Jin army, some people are like hedgehogs full of arrows, and some people are not dead by the arrows, they are still squirming and moaning in the pile of corpses, the wooden army didn't think about anything else when the blind arrows were shot, and now they see the miserable appearance of the Jin army, and they can't help but tremble in their hearts.

"Will ...... General, the Jin army entering the city seems to be ...... All dead!" Zhang He's side said with a slight stammering voice.

"En!" Zhang He was born as a general, and he had experienced strong winds and waves, and at this time he was far more calm than the soldiers under his command, he responded indifferently, and said sideways: "Close the outer city gate!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhang He took a group of generals and guards, got down the city wall, opened the inner city gate, and walked out of the inner city.

It's better to look in the city, but now that I'm on the battlefield in person, the scene can only be described as shocking, as soon as I came out, people were rushed by the smell of blood rushing to their faces, and Zhang He also put a handkerchief from his arms and covered his nose.

He wanted to go deeper, but there was no place to settle down in the huge place, it was completely covered by corpses, and Zhang He and the others could only step on Jin Jun's corpse and walk slowly.

Zhang Heke is a dignified lieutenant general, and he has an outstanding job, and at this time, he is not afraid of the undead Jin army hiding in the pile of corpses to attack him.

Not far forward, he suddenly felt a tightness under his feet, as if he had tripped over something, and he subconsciously looked down to see that a Jin sergeant with a bloody face grabbed his trouser leg.

"Bold!" Seeing this, the guard beside Zhang He raised his sword, intending to stab the golden soldier.

At this moment, the dying Jin Jun opened his mouth and said intermittently: "Great ...... Why do you ...... Wait for me...... This poisonous hand ......"

"If you don't wait for the poison, will you still sit back and watch you enter the city?" a wooden general stepped forward angrily and scolded in a loud voice.

"I ...... We are also from the Mu country......" As he spoke, the Jin Jun's face was full of tears, and he wailed: "We were forced by the Jin Army......

Hearing this, Zhang He's head suddenly buzzed, he didn't listen carefully to this Jin Jun's words just now, but now he suddenly realized that this Jin Jun's accent was exactly the same as that of Mu Guoren.

Just when he was stunned, he heard someone shouting loudly at the head of the city: "My lord, the northern city is suddenly on fire, and it seems that there is a battle!"

"What?" Zhang He's heart was shocked, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and said to a wooden general beside him: "You hurry up and go to Beicheng, what's going on over there!"

"Yes, my lord!" the matter was important, how dare the wooden general slacken, intervene in the salute, and then turn and run towards the city.

Liaodong City is too big, and the main force of the Mu army led by Zhang He is on the side of the southern city gate, in case the Jin army raids the northern city at this time, they can't rush over to reinforce it.

Seeing the wooden general return to the city, Zhang He squatted down and asked the Jin sergeant, "Who are you, and why do you speak in the accent of my Mu country?"

"My lord, I'll wait...... A few days ago, the Jin army escorted us to their camp, forced us to change into the military uniform of the Jin army, put on the helmet of the Jin army, and asked us to run to the county town, saying that we would be released back to the county town, and the adults would come to meet us in person......"

Speaking of this, the 'Jin Sergeant' was already crying silently. (To be continued......)