"This, what a momentum......" There was a burst of exclamation from the top of the city.

"Everyone hold on!" Another voice lacking in breath hummed and chirped, this is the deputy of the archers defending the city, Hou Bohan. He tried to boost morale, but was clearly unable to do so.

Under the bombardment of the ghost rain of tactics, the remaining soldiers in the city also became depressed, and their fighting spirit faded. If this continues, the shooting will definitely not be the opponent of the archers of the castle brigade.

"Cheer up!" A voice sounded in the air like thunder, echoing endlessly among the mountains and rivers, and it did not disperse for a long time.

There were faint green vines, sprouting from the tall figure, quickly covering the entire city, dispelling the bloody aura of the city.

This is the leader of the archers, Xuyuan Xuan, who is nicknamed "The Warrior of Love", a descendant of the ancient master of the void.

Void Abyss gathered the remnants of the fighting spirit and launched the tactics of "encouragement", which successfully restored the morale of the archers.

It is an effective way to use tactics to restore morale, but the more soldiers, the less effective the recovery will be. Moreover, unleashing tactics will also consume a lot of fighting spirit.

In battle, the quantitative fighting spirit associated with battle qi is very limited, and it needs to be accumulated slowly through battle, so it must be used sparingly.

A good general will use his courage and eloquence to change the mood of the soldiers in the face of adversity, restore their morale, and speed up the process of rising their fighting spirit. The invaluable fighting spirit will be used to launch some more important tactics.

However, among the generals under Deng Rong's command, there are obviously no people who are strong enough to quickly restore the morale of the soldiers.

The loud sound of the horn sounded at the same time above and below the city, and round after round of new attacks and defenses unfolded on the battlefield of the city's defense.

In every area of the hillside, there were corpses lying to the ground, and there was an indescribable sense of desolation in the scattering.

The ground was frozen hard by the harsh winter, and blood often did not penetrate the surface, but flowed on the slopes until it formed red ice.

The moat narrowed and narrowed at a visible rate, and when night fell, the moat at the gate disappeared completely.

The archers at the head of the city were also killed and wounded, the reserves were moved to the head of the city, and the infantry and even the militia took up their bows and arrows.

However, under the blow of the giant crossbow array on the city, the siege weapons of Deng Aihou's side were also destroyed a lot, and the trebuchets were almost all shattered.

The sound of gold rang out.

"Soldiers, there is no need to fight at night, take a break and make a general attack tomorrow!" Deng Aihou ordered.

The militia and regular samurai cheered with relief, finally relieved from the threat of death.

Even if tomorrow is an even more tragic battle.

Most of them had never been on a real battlefield, but had only experienced a simulation of war without death during the exercise. When you really see the cruelty of the battlefield, the temptation of rewards is no longer so great, and all that remains is to obey orders.

The friends and relatives around him will turn into a cold corpse in an instant, such a horror is a deep fear for low-level martial artists who have never seen a big scene or even killed anyone.

The militiamen had built a camp on the hillside, set up a tent, and the smell of cooking smoke and fire rose together, and the smell of white rice and barbecued meat washed away the atmosphere of death on the battlefield.

This is not an expedition, it is just a civil war that can be fought in just a few days, so of course Deng Aihou must be equipped with the best food. The rice was polished rice, the meat was cooked beef, and everyone from the regular samurai to the militia was given a ration of alcohol.

If it is a long-distance battle, the militia will probably only have a supply of wowotou and miscellaneous grains.

When there was an extreme shortage of food, militias with low combat capabilities were often killed and fed, becoming the samurai's last resort food. Of course, such a tragic scene usually occurs in large-scale and long-term siege warfare. In a small castle attack and defense battle like this, either the attacker runs out of energy and is repulsed, or the defender is unable to resist and the city is broken, and there is generally no food problem.

In the Chinese military tent, Deng Aihou convened Hua Zongdai, Wu Feng and others for a military discussion.

"Everyone has worked hard today. Deng Aihou said.

"The moat has been filled, and the breach of the city is tomorrow. The enemy is now a complete trapped beast, and will definitely come tonight. Hua Zongdai said.

"Yes, that's what I thought. Sanshi is still young and may not be able to stop it, do you want to strengthen your guard and send some elite soldiers over?"

"No, the enemy will attack here with all their might. Wu Feng said.

Deng Aihou was taken aback: "Why?"

"Although the position on the Shizi's side is relatively weak, attacking its weakness is also the main point of the battle. However, the enemy's strength is no longer enough to completely crush our army's military formation, even if the night attack on Shizi is successful, our army's strength is still there, and we can still gather our troops and re-besiege the city. Shadow Warrior Si Renping lost this city, there was nowhere else to go, and he would definitely not break through. Wu Feng analyzed: "If we defeat the main army of our army through night attacks and show their strong side, our army will completely lose its will to fight and will not be able to fight again." ”

"Not bad......," Deng Aihou said, "If you give up this city, you will lose your appeal to the wealthy families." There was no such strong castle on the territory of the wealthy to defend it. If he broke through and escaped, Si Renping would have no choice but to take refuge in Su Mengzhen and become a puppet used by Su Mengzhen to annex Iwakura. At this point, he probably didn't think he needed to do that. ”

In fact, Wu Feng and Deng Aihou both know it.

If it was really Deng Rong pretended to be Si Renping who was in the middle of the city, maybe he would really break through the siege desperately and take refuge in Su Mengzhen with the remaining strength in order to make a comeback.

However, it was Deng Rong himself in the city, and he hated Deng Aihou to the bone for pretending to be respectful and suddenly launching an attack. Although Deng Aihou has filled in the moat, the city wall has not been damaged, and the loss of Deng Aihou's side is not light.

Deng Rong, who was blinded by the hatred of his son, must think that he still has a chance to win and can kill this unscrupulous son with his own hands.

"Set up the sentry posts, set up the antlers and horses outside the camp, let the night watchmen be ready, and once they discover the enemy attack, they will immediately light the torches of the whole camp and prepare for the night battle! The soldiers do not have to take off their armor and sleep on their pillows. Deng Aihou ordered.

There is nothing wrong with such equipment, for night attacks, you need to be prepared, but if you order the soldiers not to sleep because of this, in the early hours of the morning, when the soldiers are most tired, and they think that the enemy will not come and fall asleep, at this time it is worse to be attacked at night than to be woken up after a sleep.

Unless the soldiers are extremely elite and their morale is extremely high, they must ensure that the soldiers sleep when marching and fighting. The laws of human physiology are irresistible. The more humble the martial artist, the closer his physiological functions are to ordinary people, and the lower the efficiency of staying up late to fight.

Wu Feng was in the military tent, put the sword under his head, and fell asleep deeply, not worrying at all about being chopped into meat sauce in his sleep.

In this regard, Wu Feng has an excellent mentality, which comes from his strong self-confidence.

The strategy had been completed before the war, and it was impossible for Deng Rong to turn over. After this battle, everyone will think that Deng Rong has long since died, and it was only Si Renping, a shadow warrior who pretended to be Deng Rong, who was killed in the war.

In fact, after Si Renping was robbed in the caravan, he was immediately killed by Deng Aihou. The reason why Si Renping's cultivation was easily subdued and robbed by several black-clothed masked people was precisely because Deng Aihou, Hua Zongdai and other top masters of the Yancang Hall were among them!

And Deng Aihou can't get anything out of this conspiracy, in order to cover up the truth, he can't accept the surrender of too many people, and many Hao clan leaders must be exterminated. In Deng Aihou's eyes, this is to eliminate dissidents, but at the same time, these people are also the wings of Iwakura! A small force like Iwakura can't afford too much loss at all, and how can the ruthless Deng Aihou understand this?

Iwakura will be mine, and the shrine will be mine in the future. And the whole world. Wu Feng thought like this, he didn't feel arrogant, and he was sure that he wouldn't say these words in his sleep.

......

Night.

Above the hillside, there was a bleak depression, and outside the camp were corpses that had not yet been buried, and crows flew down, pecking at flesh and making high-pitched, hoarse cries.

The recruits were also terrified by the corpses all over the ground, and even in the tent where thousands of people gathered, they felt that the cold wind whistling outside the tent was the sorrow of the unjust ghosts.

But they were really tired from the fierce battle all day, and after all, they couldn't resist the power of the Sandman, and fell asleep.

In the division of the city, the soldiers who had endured for most of the night finally opened the city gate quickly. Each soldier was dressed in black armor and gathered together like a flowing dark cloud.

Under the cover of night, sixty elite horsemen rode around the side of Deng Aihou's military camp, followed by two hundred elite warriors.

The hillsides are not empty, there are trees and boulders that can be used as shelter for them, covering their direction of movement.

"Bomb the camp, bomb the camp!" shouted from outside the camp.

This is the psychological tactic of the night raiders, trying to make the untrained recruits suddenly wake up, and under the huge mental pressure, they will be caught off guard, trampling on each other, and killing each other!

The arranged guards immediately beat bells and drums in an orderly manner, lit torches, awakened the soldiers, and calmed the morale of the soldiers.

But at this moment, the 60 elite cavalry led by Dai Xiaolou had already rushed into the camp gate and began to slash and kill the soldiers who had just woken up! Several armor soldiers who were keeping vigil resisted and went forward, but they were trampled by the horses' hooves and directly trampled to death.

But during this time, more soldiers had already woken up, and most of them were not disturbed by rumors because they were mentally prepared, and only a few dozen people had bloodshot eyes and tried to slash their comrades in a trance, but they were immediately subdued.

When Dai Xiaolou's sixty cavalry rushed over, they crushed all the antlers and horses in front of the camp gate, and their speed dropped sharply, and they were surrounded by a group of soldiers in the camp, and a fierce battle began.

Seeing that these sixty horsemen were outnumbered and about to be wiped out, they saw a voice suddenly come out of the formation: "Fools, where are you going?"

The voice was hoarse in its old age, but it still had a strong deterrent power.

A stream of red light spread out from the camp, and many of the foot soldiers who were originally besieging the sixty cavalry suddenly turned red, like evil ghosts running out of hell, scurrying out one by one, slashing and killing each other!

"This is the primary method of disrupting warfare - chaos. The old thing came out in person. Deng Aihou said to Wu Feng.

"It's only the chaotic tactics of night raids that are particularly effective, and those who have just been woken up have their heads groggy, and who will be hit during the day. Hua Zongdai said.

"It's fine. Deng Aihou looked around at the area, and there were only three of them: "Everyone knows that the old thing is cowardly. Now that he personally went out to the camp to raid, everyone will even think that he is pretending to be Si Renping. After all, he and Si Renping's tactics are the same......"

"Si Renping, you are a thief, I, Deng Aihou, will come to meet you in person!" Deng Aihou let out a long howl, called the crowd out, and bit the old father first.