The battle between the attacking and defending sides began in the afternoon, and continued to fight until the moon was on the branches, and Uluo once again ascended to the top of the city, and now he was full of strength, and the ring-headed knife in his hand was also replaced with a new one, and the previous one had been cut into a saw by him.

The soldiers and soldiers of Bingzhou who garrisoned the main city of Yanmen Pass did not expect that the army of Ji would fight at night, and there were many torches under the city at this time, and the sky was illuminated by the firelight.

At present, most of the battles in the city took place in the process of the Ji State infantry climbing up the ladder. The ladder that the Ji army leaned on the head of the city had been lost, and the sky was already dark, and it was difficult to transport the ladder from the camp. In desperation, the Ji soldiers could only carry the flying ladder and ascend the city without shelter.

Uluo was walking around the city, and suddenly he saw three dead soldiers of the Ji army who had jumped on the city, outflanking him. Unfazed, he used his left hand to tie the cloth strap that was tied to his right hand, and the other end of the cloth was wrapped around the iron ring of the ring sword. After making preparations, Wu Luo shook the ring knife in his hand and greeted him with a loud shout.

I saw Wuluo take two steps and slash at the spear shaft of the dead soldier of the Ji army, the sharp blade easily cut off the spear shaft, without a trace, in the frightened eyes of the dead soldier of the Ji army, cut at the junction of his neck and shoulder, cut off the shoulder blade, and the blade was deeply stuck in his body.

Wuluo raised his right foot and kicked it Ji Jun's dead stomach, and at the same time as he retreated with a scream, Wuluo pulled out the ring head knife stuck in his body, and the blade cut the opponent's neck, and the cold light flashed, blood gushed out, and the dead could not die anymore.

Seeing that his companion died so miserably, the dead soldier of the Ji army on the left was not afraid, but rushed forward not to be outdone, taking advantage of the old opportunity of Wuluo's strength, he wanted to stab the straight knife in his hand into his waist and abdomen, but he didn't expect the blade to hit the armor, and he directly slashed to the side, rubbing out a burst of sparks.

Wu Luo bared his big white teeth, sneered and raised the ring head knife in his hand, and easily split the head of the dead soldier of the Ji army who could not attack into two parts.

Blood mixed with this brain stained Wu Luo's face, he sneered at the last Ji army dead soldier, his smile looked like a death scythe in the opposite Ji army's dead soldiers, it was really terrifying.

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The dead soldier of the Ji army glanced around, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched, and he pounced viciously at Wuluo. Wu Luo was unmoved, his steps stepped lightly on the ground, without the slightest fear, the ring head knife in his hand slashed sharply at the Ji soldier, relying on the fine armor on his body, the straight knife in the hands of the Ji army dead soldier did not cause any damage at all, but was stabbed by Wu Luo himself in the heart.

The most one of the dead soldiers of the Ji army has actually been afraid for a long time, the equipment of this group of Yongjun soldiers is too sophisticated, not to mention the high armor rate, skilled combat skills, strong will to fight, and they are not afraid of death. If he was given another chance, he would never fight such an enemy, but alas, he never had another chance.

Of course, the defenders at the head of the city were not all as strong as Uluo, and more soldiers were in groups of threes and twos, fighting with the same or two enemy troops.

Although there were not many defenders who fell to the ground, they died miserably, they usually fought to the death with several stabs in their bodies, and even worse, even though they were dying, they fell to the city with the last of their strength holding the enemy.

Scenes of tragic scenes continued to occur in various places in the city of Yanmen Pass, and the bravery of the soldiers and soldiers of the state state made the offensive of the Ji army sluggish.

"Ding! Bite! Bite! ”

The sharp and piercing sound of gold resounded throughout the battlefield, which was the signal for the withdrawal of the Ji army, and the Ji soldiers slowly retreated towards the main camp, leaving behind the corpses and most of the damaged siege equipment, and the fire still shone on some ladders.

"Extinguish the torch!"

The heralds walked briskly around the city, shouting orders. The torches on the city were extinguished one by one to prevent them from being targeted by the trebuchets of the Ji army outside the city.

Wang Rong took Wang Hao and the soldiers of the personal guard capital to the top of the city, and then walked on the top of the city like a hell on earth by moonlight, and the feeling of being greasy and wet under his feet was that the blood was flowing and becoming viscous.

Wang Rong soon saw Wuluo resting on the pillar of the city gate tower with a ring-headed sword. He walked up quickly, pressed Uluo, who was about to get up, and said soothingly: "Iron Tower, hard work. ”

This afternoon, except for resting for two quarters of an hour to solve the problems of diet and physiology, Wuluo basically spent it in the city, and every time there was danger in the city, he was

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The first one rushed up. The soldiers around him died one after another, and he didn't have time to be sad to raise his knife and fight again, but now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In the military tent in the camp of the Ji army, Li Mubai listened to the battle report with a serious face.

"Today's siege, as many as 3,000 dead soldiers, the wounded are not counted, all the siege ladders that our army put into the battlefield have been damaged, the siege of the city for half a day, the defenders of the city are still strong, and the morale is not low, except for the siege of the dead soldiers who died on the head of the city, most of the soldiers died in the process of climbing to the city, and some were killed by arrows on the way to the city and waiting for the attack!"

Li Mubai was prepared in his heart, the first time he attacked the city, there would definitely be casualties, but what he didn't expect was that there would be such heavy casualties in just half a day, and there was no progress in the siege.

Li Mubai closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then ordered: "Early tomorrow morning, we will continue to attack the city, and we must not let the defenders of Yanmen Pass have a chance to breathe!" Let the baggage battalion send people to cut down the surrounding trees, step up the manufacture of siege equipment, build more ladders and building carts for me, and build trebuchets. ”

The generals in the tent looked at each other, Li Mubai arranged this, obviously relying on his large number of people, wanting to exhaust the Yongjun army in Yanmen Pass, but the key problem is that they are the besieging party, and if they continue to fight like this, these 100,000 people will die in less than a month.

Zhao Hui, a veteran general who commanded in the front, got up and suggested: "Li Shuai, my army is gathered here, and it can't be used in itself, can I dispatch troops to attack the main city of Yanmen Pass and the two branch cities in the east and west at the same time?" ”

Li Mubai looked at the map carefully and asked, "Old general, have you ever explored the terrain of these two branch cities?" ”

Zhao Hui nodded and said: "The battlefield of this Xicheng is small, and the army that can be sent is only one to five phalanxes, more than 5,000 people, and if the siege equipment is used, the ladders and building cars will definitely not be able to go up, so the soldiers can only carry the flying ladder to attack." There are several peaks around Dongcheng, with dense woods on them, which can hide soldiers, and these peaks are less than 200 steps away from the head of Dongcheng, and they are completely capable of sending troops to occupy the mountain, condescending to shoot with bows and crossbows, and at the same time send foot soldiers to carry flying ladders to attack the city. ”

Zhao Hui's words calmed Li Mubai's irritable mood a little, he nodded, and said, "The old general is reasonable, just do what you say." ”

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