Chapter 67: Attack

It was Liu Shiting's group of "divine soldiers" who came.

Now that the south of the city has already fought, Liu Shenguo decided to pull a posture first. On the first day, no matter what, the city will not be broken, as long as it is resisted, with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, it is not difficult to take most of the credit - you can knock Ma Wensheng again. As for the future, it is still the same sentence, if you can keep the big model and receive the merit, if you can't keep it, you will run away in chaos.

Liu Shenguo knew too well that he knew that if these "divine soldiers" went to the wall to help in the battle, not only would they be completely useless, but if someone was frightened by the cruel scene and turned around and ran away, the cowhide would explode on the spot - that would be a goof, so he pulled the "divine soldiers" under the south wall and did not go to the city, but dragged over the "mighty fight" around the ox cart behind the door blocked by the boulder "Cloth Array". The "divine soldiers" stood still without distinguishing the direction of the left and right, and took the peachwood sword themselves, and danced with their own hair.

Due to the obstruction of the city wall, Gao Tengdou only saw this group of people driving over, and when they approached the city wall and began to line up to play treasure, they couldn't see it at all. The first day was only a tentative attack, and the current battle situation was quite stable, but the fact that the other party had just engaged in the battle and sent out so many new troops still made him feel a little weak: like himself, the defenders on the wall also had a good view, and they should know very well that it was far from being precarious now - let alone breaking through to the city, the car had not yet reached the city gate, and even half of the soldiers had not touched the root of the wall! There is only one possibility of sending so many people now: there are more than enough defenders to take turns in battle in order to train their troops!

Thinking of this, Gao Tengdou couldn't help but get nervous. However, I still faintly felt that something was wrong in my heart, and I seemed to know that the other party had revealed a flaw, but I couldn't say what the specific problem was, so I had to stare at the city wall, waiting to see where this group of new forces would emerge.

After looking at it in vain for a long time, the people on the wall were still there. What the hell is going on? Takato scratched his head meaningfully, and only when his fingers touched the iron helmet did he realize that he couldn't touch his scalp, he patted himself, shook his head, and refocused on the battlefield.

Under the wall, some lucky guys happened to hit a more weathered place, and they dug a hole half a foot deep. These guys are relatively much safer than the others: although the small hole is still far from being sheltered, the shield-carrying auxiliaries around them will invariably move over to provide protection—subconsciously everyone wants to be safe as soon as possible. Obviously, there is hope for something bigger here.

Shaanzhou City has no horse faces, so there is little need to worry about bows and arrows under the wall, and the biggest threat comes from the boiling water and boiling oil poured on the head. There were a lot of bricks and stones, but there was nothing to be afraid of. If you participate in it, you will find that the stonethrows in the city are not as lethal as you imagined, mainly because they are not accurate. Well, unless the defenders are leaning over and throwing.

Throwing it through the battlements of the wall, the fall of the masonry will be a parabola, depending on the height of the wall, it will fall a few steps away from the base of the wall, and the attacker who is close to the wall will not be in danger. To injure them, the defenders would need to stick their upper bodies out of the wall and smash them vertically downward. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the attacker should organize a large number of crossbowmen to shoot at the city to suppress, and the defenders will also supervise the battle - in order to preserve the troops, this kind of work that only requires strength and little technical content is often undertaken by the Ding Zhuang people who assist in the defense, and the number of bricks and stones on the city is always limited, in order to prevent littering, the soldiers will use sticks and even knives and guns to force Ding Zhuang to brave the rain of arrows to do a probing attack.

Although Gao Tengdou has three battalions, there are many sword and shield soldiers and spearmen, and the archers belong to the technical arms, and the total number of them is less than two hundred, and they have not been fully trained - the main force of this wave of siege is the coerced people of Shaanxi, and Gao Tengdou is reluctant to send archers for them to change heads with the defenders at the beginning.

Fortunately, the defenders have been peaceful for a long time, especially the grassroots non-commissioned officers, obviously have no experience in actual combat confrontation, looking at the past from afar, although they are running around with knives and guns very hard, but obviously they don't know how to force Ding Zhuang to lean out and throw stones, Gao Tengdoufu is a little relieved.

The auxiliaries under the wall held their shields diagonally against the wall, covering most of their bodies and those who planed the walls, and the boiling water poured down from the air often drenched their exposed legs, burning them to the point of screaming, but the injuries didn't matter - then again, even if they were burned to death, so what? They're cannon fodder consumables.

The king at the head of the city was as big as a fight.

Since the start of the war, everyone has not seen Ma Wensheng again. When he heard that the thieves were coming, he ran to the city to look, and then disappeared. Pan Ding was organizing the people to transport bricks and stones, set up stoves, boil oil and boil water, and poured them down; Jing Xiangshan ran around the wall for most of the circle to check the situation of the east and west gates, and then also went to the south wall to help, and the burden of battlefield command fell completely on Wang Jian's shoulders.

The bed crossbow fired several arrows and spears at the approaching shield cart. One of them hit, and the big shield cart bounced backwards like a toy thrown by a baby, and the volley fell apart. The guys who were swept away by the wreckage were lucky: some died in a daze without snorting, and some died after a few struggles. The cart, or the few guys holding it, had their arms broken, and the guys who had broken their legs, rolled in the dust and wailed—some of them would die after days of pain, others would be left with lifelong disabilities.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Wang Jian's heart: An iron-headed wooden pole in exchange for seven or eight lives, is it worth it, or is it not worth it?

The other shield carts didn't seem to be deterred, and continued to drive over. After a little thought, Wang Jian understood the truth: the soldiers of the cart did not have their own high global vision, and when they were highly nervous, their attention was all under their feet, no one would look around, only the guy next to the wreckage could notice the overturn of the car in front, unless the shield cart next to them was torn apart in front of them, otherwise, they were completely ignorant of what was happening a little farther away!

Wang Jian finally understood: many things that are taken for granted are completely untrue, and experience can only be obtained through actual combat.

Experience is the most precious thing, because it comes at the cost of a splash of blood and a piece of life.

There were only two dozen arrows and spears in his hand, and there were dozens of shield carts in the approach. Wang Jian immediately decided: there was no more waste, although the front of the tower was also covered by door panels and quilts, but it was still necessary to concentrate the attack - they were the biggest threat in front of him.

The defenders, on Wang Jian's orders, tied grease-soaked sackcloth balls to the front of the arrows and spears, lit them and fired them at the tower.

Tuk, tuk, tuk!

Sure enough, the soldiers who had fired once or twice began to master the aiming skills, and the tower's targets were much larger than the other equipment, making it relatively easier to aim and hit. This time, the arrows and spears hit three towers in quick succession - but it seemed to have little effect: under the cover of the huge obscuration, the towers only shook a few times without being violent, and after a slight pause, they moved slowly forward.

The fire did not burn either. After hitting the door panel, the huge inertia threw the burning grease onto the door panel, and with a "snort", it burst into flames, and then a puff of black smoke came out and went out. It seems that the thieves have soaked the door panels and quilts with water:

The futile defenders were dumbfounded, facing the giant beasts approaching step by step, one by one with fear on their faces, and some of them began to look left and right to find a way out, and the army's heart was a little shaken.

Wang Jian, who was born in the hereditary general's family, has the blood of several generations of soldiers flowing in his body after all. It may be the effect of genes, although this is the first actual battle, but he still found an opportunity: "All bed crossbows, aim for Lao Tzu for this!" Listen to Lao Tzu's order, three salvos, and other orders to shoot one after another! Those who retreat from the battle are slashed! Wang Jian pointed to the nearest tower and shouted.

The defenders at the head of the city, under the watchful supervision of Wang Jian's own soldiers, hurriedly pushed the winch to wind the bed crossbow and aim it......

"Put!"

With Wang Jian's loud roar, three huge arrows and spears roared out, two of which were nailed to the door panel almost at the same time, and the other flew past the edge.

With a "snap", Wang Jian hurried over, a big mouth twitched the aim, and ran to the fourth crossbow without stopping, staring at the tower shaking back and forth.

The heavy shelter soaked in water hanging in front of the tower shook back and forth under the simultaneous impact of the two arrows and spears, causing the tower to start shaking back and forth, and the auxiliaries pushing the tower on the ground tried their best to pull the wooden pillars to maintain balance. Although the internal situation could not be seen, it was not difficult to judge from the exclamations that the thieves at the top were thrown to the ground.

"Put!"

Wang Jian shouted loudly as he saw that the tower had leaned forward to its maximum size.

With a thud, the spear swung to near its maximum size behind the shield, and the tower, which had just been slightly stabilized, swayed back and forth again—this time by a greater amplitude than when the two were hit at the same time!

The screams from inside the tower rang out again.

The soldiers who operated the last bed crossbow had already understood Wang Jian's intentions, and at the same time that Wang Jian ordered to blurt out, the mallet had already landed on the lock pin of the teeth, and the arrow spear was nailed to the door panel when the tower was about to swing to the limit!

A terrible scream suddenly rang out.

This is a tower-pushing auxiliary. The sole of his foot was crushed by the bottom of the building that he had been placed back on, and his entire right foot was completely gone, and he was crushed into the ground. The creature was holding on to the tower's pillars and screaming, his face covered with snot and tears - the pain in his heart made the poor creature lose his mind, and ...... Control over the body. The tower, which shook violently from back to back, did not slow down by the sole of one foot, and by the time it leaned back again, the auxiliaries had already fainted and let go of their hands. The defenders faintly heard a "click", followed by a creepy howl—the tower swinging back again, pressed against the hapless man's calf. The calf bone was shattered, and the unconscious man was awakened by an even more intense pain. The howl drained all the strength of his body, and the limbs he swung turned from frantic to weak, his voice turned to a whimper, and finally, he fell silent......

Wang Jian didn't have the heart to stare at an auxiliary soldier, his attention was on the tower thirty paces away in front of him. There were four huge arrows embedded in the door panels, and the shelter was swinging back and forth, and the screams, rolls, and collisions in the top tower were loud. The tower swayed violently under the auspices of the blockage, and the thieves rolling around inside continued to exacerbate this shaking, each time by a greater amplitude......

The soldiers operating the bed crossbow frantically turned the winch to wind the crossbow machine, and Wang Jian stared at the tower intently with his hand on the battlement. Finally, someone from the bottom came out from under the big shield: some of the auxiliaries pushing the tower were terrified to the extreme, rushed out of the protective shield wall and began to run!

If there is a first, there will be a second.

There is a second, followed by a third, a fourth.

And then, everyone!

The shieldmen who provided protection on both flanks also dispersed.

The tower, which no longer had artificial drag, finally succumbed to the gravitational pull of the earth, as if an invisible giant hand was pulling downward, and the seemingly invincible giant thing collapsed, falling apart and falling apart!

Looking at the dozens of thieves who were thrown out of the tower with broken hands and feet, squirming, rolling, struggling, and wailing, Wang Jian suddenly felt a strong fighting spirit rise in his heart: Come on! A certain blood-stained city will definitely live up to the grace of the Son of Heaven!

There was a cheer at the head of the city.

Tong.

Tong.

Tong.

A dull and loud crash sounded beneath his feet, instantly dispelling the cheers and Wang Jian's heroism without a trace.

The thieves' crashing cars had driven up and started to crash against the city gates.