Chapter 140 Breaking the Enemy

Seeing that there were only a few people who were grabbing the door here for Li Song, the officials and soldiers suddenly became bolder, and more and more people forced them forward. Everyone was cursing and shouting loudly, hugging forward, waving their weapons to make themselves as powerful and ferocious as possible. The corpses on the ground were barely human, and each officer and soldier who rushed up would slash them a few times as they passed, staining their weapons with blood, and many of them simply smeared blood on themselves. This is the basis for the reward after the war - there is so much chaos around you, you say you killed it? I also said that I killed it! Anyway, as long as there is blood on the blade, no matter how bad it is, you can get one or two taels of silver!

Including Li Song, there are only six people left who barely have combat effectiveness at this moment. It was more appropriate to resist than to fight, and the six of them had all been compressed at the inner gate of the city, and they were about to be squeezed out of the city just a few steps away. The two brothers who were wounded and fell to the ground were half-lying at the feet of several people, stabbing them out with knives in the gap between the legs - they might not really be able to stab the shin of the dog officer, but it always made the guys in the front row a little jealous, and the pressure on the brothers in front of them would be less. It's not that these people are so brave and fearless of death, it's just that everyone knows that surrendering in this situation is a dead end, and so many dog officers and soldiers are waiting to exchange their heads for bounties - if the two sides switch positions, they must be the same choice. Therefore, if you want to survive, perseverance is the only chance.

Li Song has never recovered from the dizziness and swelling of his head, and the current battle is half by will, and the other half by muscle memory formed by years of professional military career, which is completely blocked by subconscious reactions. The arms became weaker and weaker, the knife in his hand became heavier and heavier, the ugly faces of the dog officers and soldiers on the opposite side became more and more blurred, and gradually, the noisy shouts of killing seemed to gradually quiet down, and the whole person seemed to be tearing in vain with the invisible opponent in the void. It was only a matter of time before it fell, and, in the blink of an eye......

"Ahh

A miserable cry in his ears pulled Li Song's gradually blurred consciousness back to reality. The brother on the right suddenly fell, and a spear stabbed by the back row of officers and soldiers stabbed crookedly into his eye socket. Under the severe pain, the brother threw down the steel knife, grabbed the gun with both hands and fell to his knees, and the spearman who didn't have time to let go was pulled forward by this area, and the person in front of him rushed to Li Song's eyes at once, Li Song didn't even think about handing the knife in his hand forward, and plunged it straight into the chest of the shabby leather armor. Li Song wanted to draw the knife, however, the handle soaked in blood was slippery and greasy, and he took advantage of this chaos, the other officers and soldiers took another step forward, and the brother on the left stepped back, tripped and fell on his back by his comrades lying at his feet, Li Song lost cover at the same time, and was exposed to the knives and guns of the officers and soldiers with his bare hands!

Finished!

"The tiger is not invincible!" This is a sentence that suddenly popped into the mind of the illiterate Li Song at this moment. Li Song has heard Mr. Storyteller talk about "Yang Jiajiang", and this sentence is the most exciting.

"Duh!"

Facing the officers and soldiers who were smiling fiercely, Li Song's eyes widened, and with the only strength left in his body, he suddenly spewed out a loud shout to the hideous faces close at hand, "Lao Tzu wants to die with his eyes open, and he will be a good man again in eighteen years!" Li Song thought to himself, and made a knife with his hand, and pounced on them!

Unexpectedly, the guy on the opposite side turned around and fled in horror, and even the guys who were besieging other companions on both sides also threw down their weapons and squeezed into the cracks behind them. Li Song threw himself into the air, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell, but was immediately held up by a big hand behind him.

"Good brother! Take a break, and I'll take care of the rest. A familiar voice came to my ears.

Wang Biao finally arrived.

Li Song, who had picked up his life, had a dark eye in front of him and was paralyzed to the ground, it was time for Brother Wang Biao to deal with the trouble in front of him.

In fact, Wang Biao was not easy at all, because the only people he could command were his dozens of subordinates. Wu Dazhuang's support did not need to be thought about at all: while he was not prepared to kill and disperse the defenders of Hexi Pass, he had to chase them down so that they would completely lose the will to regroup and counterattack and scatter into the mountains, and then set fire to them everywhere, especially to completely burn down the gates, the city gate towers, the arsenals and grain depots inside the walls, and destroy all kinds of guards piled up on the walls...... It is not easy for hundreds of people to do this, and even if everything goes well, it will be afternoon when they find a boat to cross the Jialing River; Cheng Xi's hundreds of barely able to fight are now mixed with the official army reserves in the south of the city, both sides are rookies who have just entered the battlefield, they are fierce, and there are few real hand-to-hand combat, but although the number of officers and soldiers is large, they are more afraid in their hearts, and the situation is finally maintained equally; The defenders on the south wall had to rely on Wang Biao's hands to disperse this little bit of his own people - Zhang Hu didn't want to send more fresh troops, but with Fang Ge's two battalions, there were less than 2,000 soldiers in his hands, and he really couldn't draw more manpower to force more than 30,000 people to attack the city. The thousands of old and weak people who followed Cheng Xi did not have any discipline, okay, don't talk about military discipline, except for going into the city to eat, they didn't know anything, and when they poured into the city, they completely released ducks and scattered everywhere. There were robbers on the streets, there were those who grabbed something and didn't care about stuffing it into their mouths, some hid in people's houses, and even some were chased back by a few officers and soldiers who resisted slightly...... can think of putting a fire to create some chaos, that is the greatest support for Wang Biao.

With great effort to drive the defenders and Ding Zhuang away from the south wall, Wang Biao commanded the brothers to pile up the guards on the wall and set them on fire. After beating the armor for a long time, everyone was so tired that they were almost out of strength, and the king always leaned on the inner wall to look at the chaotic scene in the city, and sighed deeply: it seems that the task of grabbing the north gate given by the marshal cannot be completed no matter what—there are surging heads everywhere, unlike the troops that have clear tactical tasks and are supervised by officers at all levels, people drill in all directions like insects and ants, and several roads in front of them are tightly blocked, not to mention that they have to cross the entire city to complete the raid, and they can't even go halfway, The brothers will be so dispersed by the crowd that no one will see anyone.

"Let's go down and put some fires. Then come back to assemble. Wang Biao had to give orders to the fruit chiefs. The south gate is safe, the people outside are still pouring into the city, the defenders have fled far away, and the situation at the south gate cannot be reversed for a considerable period of time. A few more fireheads to create chaos and then assemble for assault, where can you hit, as for the north gate, you can only rely on the strong attack of the marshal and the deputy marshal.

Outside the north gate of Boryeong.

The outer moat has been almost filled, and the passages in four or five places are already more than three zhang wide, and the other two places are also about two zhang wide. About two or three hundred men fell motionless on the ground in front of the trench, apparently dead. There were more wounded, almost a thousand people at a cursory glance, and the lethality of bows and arrows against unarmored should not be underestimated. Fang Ge muttered a few words to Zhang Hu, who first shook his head, glanced back at the people who continued to run towards the trench with sacks, and then pointed to the head of the city and said, "Wait a minute, the archers have just rotated once, and they still have some strength left." Let the filler consume them for a while, and when one or two sticks of incense are passed, it will be difficult to draw the bow, and then go up the ladder. ”

Hearing this, Fang Ge's respect for Zhang Hu has another layer: after all, it is a border army that fought on the battlefield with a knife head licking blood, and the courage to put aside and control the rhythm of the attack is really not comparable to a person like himself who has little actual combat experience. I only saw that the passage was almost open, but I didn't think to calculate the physical strength of the defenders at all—as for the fate of the people who carried the bags, no one would bother with that idleness.

After another while, observing that the rain of arrows sprinkled on the city was obviously sparse, Zhang Hu waved his hand, and the soldiers who supervised the battle drove the people of the second echelon to the battlefield.

More than 200 ladders were carried by the people and rushed towards the north wall. In addition to the ladder lifters, there are more than a dozen people running empty-handed on both sides of each long ladder, ready to replace those who have fallen to the ground at any time. Several horses from Fangge's camp also joined the battle team, and many of the civilians who had just stepped onto the battlefield were frightened and cowered by the tragic scene, but the relentless attack from the side quickly changed the situation. Because there were a lot of people from Zhaohua and Cangxi in the crowd, the horsemen of Lizhou Wei still recited some incense and used the long poles of their weapons to beat and threaten, while Zhang Hu's subordinates were much more fierce, especially those riders who had a few feather arrows stuck in their armor, they were all venting their anger and fear with killing.

The defenders on the wall immediately gave up their attack on the people carrying the bags, and the feathered arrows fell on the heads of the people who carried the ladders. At this time, Zhang Hu sent more than 200 of his own archers. Each archer was protected by a man with a large shield, and most of the archers hid behind the shield and began to shoot suppressively at the city—and some of them occasionally aimed their arrows at the people who had run safely under the wall, huddled in a ball and afraid to erect a ladder!

The ladders were very simple, most of them were simple long ladders, with only twenty or thirty pulleys and iron hooks attached to the wall stacks at the tops. When some of the ladders leaned under the wall, it was time for Niu Youtian and Ning Along to play.

Niu Youtian's subordinates raised their small round shields diagonally to cover the vital points and rushed into the battlefield. Behind him was a protective spearman, with a spear on his shoulder, and a spear on his shoulder, trying to provide more safe space for the forerunner - these are warriors in the army, climbing to the battlement, they will seize the fleeting gap and fly up, as long as the first one to set foot on the city and survive, it will be regarded as a feat as important as the general to capture the flag - the first to go to the city! This is a great achievement, and from now on you can be among the generals!

"Lean out and throw stones! Lean out and throw stones! The officers at the head of the city tore their throats and shouted hoarsely. Contrary to what most people think of, ladders are not spaced against walls, but rather they are as close together as possible: the spearmen can support each other, as can the warriors who climb the wall, and the defenders on the wall will be overcrowded, which will affect their efficiency.

Ning Along had already picked up the fourth stone and smashed it downward. There was another muffled scream, and almost at the same time, a feathered arrow swooped in his face, but it was just a little off, and flew in the gap less than a foot between Ah Long and the two heads beside him, and both of them were startled. There are only five or six passages, and the ladders that come up are also concentrated in these places, and most of the defenders on the wall are concentrated here to counterattack, and Zhang Hu's archers under the wall are also aiming here.

"The thief baby!" The battlementer, who had just been covered in cold sweat, cursed viciously, and the cat waist picked up the bow next to a dead archer, and took an arrow and aimed it out. Ah Long, who had just picked up the next stone, subconsciously skimmed his eyes following his gaze...... A familiar little figure comes into view!

Ah Hu was crying, while running towards the city wall, not far behind him was a ladder trapped in the trench: the person in front of him tripped after the arrow, the unbalanced ladder rushed down the trench, the people behind couldn't hold back, a few people were taken down, Ah Hu should be carrying the tail of the ladder, and in a hurry, he let go and ran towards the city wall.

Seeing that the buttress's fingers were about to loosen the bowstring, Ning Along didn't even think about slamming to the side, and shouted in his mouth: "Master Jun spares his life!" That's my brother! ”

Even the inertia of the man with the stone knocked the unsuspecting buttress on his head, and the stone also came out of his hand, and the edge rubbed against the buttress chief's leg. "Ahh The battlement chief exclaimed in pain, "You want to rebel when the dog kills the material!" The angry battlement chief got up, picked up the steel knife leaning against the wall, and slashed at Ning Along. Ah Long shouted while dodging: "Spare your life, Master Jun!" That's my brother, not a thief......"

Where would the angry battlement chief listen to Ah Long's discernment-just now, he stabbed to death a guy who was screaming down against the wall: Do you want to call all the thieves over? The more Ah Long dodged, the more angry the buttressant became, the outer thigh hurt hotly, his steps staggered, he reached out to hold the wall, his mouth was still scolding, and he limped towards Ah Long who was full of horror......

Unexpectedly, at this moment, half a person's head appeared outside the wall, the knife flashed, and a few fingers holding the wall were cut off, and the blade hit the wall with a "ding" sound.

Ah Long knew that when the thief was cut down, he would be next, but before he had time to think, the ghost almost pounced, knocked the battlement chief to his head, and still shouted: "I can't help it, Master Jun!" Ning Along, who was lying on the ground, suddenly fell in front of his eyes, two combat boots splashed with blood stains, and a steel knife pierced from his head and poked at the chest of the buttress chief who was struggling to get up. Ning Along raised his head in horror, and Niu Youtian, who led the assault, bared his teeth at him and smiled, "Thank you." Before he finished speaking, he waved his knife to block a spear, and shouted: "If people kill you, you should kill you back!" Ignoring Ning Along, he killed near the other cloud ladder next to him.

Ning Along looked sideways at Xiao Maomao's headless corpse who had not had time to cast, and there was only one thought in his mind: if the official army is defeated, Ah Hu will be able to live, and if the thief is defeated, Ah Hu will not be able to live! There was no longer any fear, he picked up the knife of the battlement, waved it awkwardly, and cried out in his mouth: "Folks, don't kill our relatives!" Glancing outside the city, he didn't see Ah Hu again, so he had to follow Niu Youtian and rush towards the officials and soldiers.

Ding Zhuang, who was guarding the wall, was already driven by fear to throw them mechanically outside the city, and when they heard Ah Long's cry, they stopped one after another, and several of those who had been whipped and killed by the defenders were red-eyed, picked up the knives and sticks on the ground and turned around and pounced on their respective enemies!

More and more heads appeared outside the wall, and finally, the defenders, who had never fought face-to-face bloody battles, collapsed, threw down their weapons, turned and fled with shouts......

Niu Youtian's personal army killed the horse road and opened the north gate of Boryeong Mansion after paying more than a dozen lives.

Langzhong City is broken.