Qi Ning used to think that the blood flowed like a river was an exaggerated adjective.

But today, she really saw the blood flowing.

In the city of Yuyang County, Qi Ning and Qi Chao sisters and brothers watched the blood flowing with the rain in the gate of the inner city.

In the dim light of the fire, the originally crimson blood took on a purple-black color, making people look extremely uncomfortable.

The battle between the head of the city and the urn continued.

Their uncle, Song Shilong, was constantly dispatching the defending soldiers at the head of the city at this time.

From time to time, people from the top of the city fell into the city, and these people were both guards and soldiers of the steppe tribes.

However, no matter who fell from the wall several feet high, all of them died directly, and they didn't even have a chance to struggle.

Although the inner city gate had not yet been attacked by the siege engines of the steppe tribe, more than half of the 6,000 warriors who had sworn to defend it from the city wall had already died.

At this time, the number of grassland tribes in the urn city was still increasing, and the fate of the six thousand defenders was already doomed as time passed.

However, looking at the pile of corpses piled up on the ground, which was already more than half a person high, these 6,000 defenders could be regarded as a well-deserved death.

"If it weren't for the fact that the city was too small, maybe we could send some more guards to defend the city."

Song Shilong at the head of the city couldn't help but think.

However, the actual situation may not be the same as what he thought, and indeed as he thought, if the area of the urn city was larger, the soldiers guarding the city could be arranged a little more.

But at the same time, the number of people attacking the city by the grassland tribe will also increase, and it is still unknown whether they will be able to hold on as they are now.

Before he could continue to think about it, the situation in the city began to change.

With the continuous sacrifice of the previous 3,000 soldiers, there are more and more grassland soldiers in the city, although there are soldiers in the city who continue to come up to fill the position, but the new defenders are still a little different from the previous 3,000 people.

After all, these 3,000 people are the elite teachers selected by thousands of people.

The defenders at the head of the city and the steppe army on the city went back and forth at the head of the city, and the area occupied by the steppe army was enlarged for a while, and then compressed back by the defenders.

On several occasions he almost drove them off the city completely.

But the soldiers of these steppe tribes were indeed fierce, and several of them saw that they were scarred and could no longer fight, so in order not to affect the companions who came up behind, they actually pounced on the guards of the city with swords and guns.

Some even jumped off the city with the guards in their arms.

In the face of these beast-like steppe tribe soldiers, the defenders of the city felt more and more cold in their hearts, and they felt that they were not fighting people, as if they were fighting wild beasts.

The cold rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, and the battle at the head of the city intensified.

The drums in the gate tower still maintained their natural frequency, and they came out one after another.

The battle had been going on for almost two hours, and General Long's war drums had been beating for two hours.

There were constantly soldiers reporting the battle situation outside to him, and General Long just nodded and continued to beat the drum every time he listened to it.

In fact, the current situation is all expected by General Long.

Although the current battle situation seems to be tragic, there are many dead and wounded on both sides.

But the situation is still not yet ready to be decided, and he infers that this stalemate will continue for some time.

Only when the 6,000 defenders in the urn city are completely sacrificed, and the grassland tribe begins to attack the inner city gate, will the war really enter the white-hot stage.

In fact, these 9,000 defenders were originally to consume local strength for the later war.

According to their previous calculations, the number of troops in the grassland tribe's attack on Yuyang County this time should be around 50,000 to 60,000.

And these 9,000 defenders can reduce the number of the opposing side to 40,000 to 50,000 according to the ratio of one for one.

Although there are only 50,000 soldiers left on the Dayu side to defend the city, as long as the operation is done properly and the 40,000 or 50,000 people of the grassland tribe are separated, his own side can still easily annihilate the other party.

That's right, now it seems that the grassland tribe is attacking the city and has a great advantage, but in fact, this is all designed by Dayu's side.

As soon as it was determined that the focus of the grassland tribe's attack was in Yuyang County, the defenders of Dayu had already begun to prepare.

Since the other party chose to attack in the rain, they decided to put on a play for each other.

First of all, these 9,000 soldiers who defended the city swore to defend to the death, giving the grassland tribe the illusion that Yuyang County was short of troops and planned to defend desperately.

In this way, after the grassland tribe defeated these nine thousand defenders, they would rush into Yuyang County and plunder on a large scale without any scruples.

And when a third of the soldiers of the steppe tribe poured in, they would immediately close the inner city gates.

In this way, one-third of the steppe tribe soldiers who entered the city would be wiped out.

At that time, there will only be more than 30,000 grassland tribe soldiers left outside the city, and it will be very difficult to break through Yuyang County again.

The old general Long on the tower of the city gate still kept beating the war drums.

However, there were fewer and fewer soldiers defending the city at the head of the city and in the urn city.

The 9,000 guards of the city had no idea that they were bait to lure the steppe tribes into the bait.

It is said that mercy is not in charge of the army, and righteousness is not good, and the hearts of the generals are far from being comparable to ordinary people.

When the generals put forward this plan, basically none of the generals present raised objections.

Because in their eyes, this is to defend their home and country, and it is a feat of killing themselves, which is a matter of course.

Among the supporting generals was the partial general who commanded the battle in the urn city.

In order to ensure the success of the project, he volunteered to give his life personally.

When the enemy's long knife slashed at him again, the general finally fell to his knees in the muddy water due to his injuries and loss of strength.

At this time, he had a total of eleven injuries all over his body, and a large amount of blood poured out of these wounds, slowly taking away his life.

He held the ground with one hand, and with the other trembling, he raised his sword and stabbed forward.

However, his vision had begun to blur due to his bleeding aisle, so his longsword eventually stabbed into the air.

A soldier from a steppe tribe in front of him stepped forward and raised his leg to kick the general into the muddy water.

Then he raised his long knife in high and slashed at the general's neck.

And this partial general has completely resisted at this time, he just desperately wants to raise his body to take one last look at the few remaining subordinates in the distance who are still fighting endlessly.

It's a pity that the steppe tribe soldiers didn't leave him any chance.

The knife rises, the head falls, and the dust settles.

The last dozens of soldiers who were still fighting to defend the city were finally drowned in the crowd by the soldiers of the grassland tribe.

The battle at the head of the city remained balanced, and a large number of steppe soldiers were slashed and fell to the bottom of the city.

When his subordinates reported the news that the grassland tribe had conquered the city of Yuyang County, Wengcheng, to Hu Lufu, the Gaoche King did not have too many emotional changes.

Because just now, his subordinates have reported to him that they have sacrificed more than 12,000 people so far.

This is quite acceptable for an ordinary siege battle.

But this battle of theirs was a surprise battle, and it can be said that they had the advantage before the battle.

But even if the shaman made all the calculations before the battle, he still sacrificed so many people in the final siege, and someone must be responsible for this kind of thing.

Moreover, these more than 12,000 soldiers came from various tribes, and they were all the elite of various tribes, and the leaders of each tribe would definitely blame their own side for their poor command afterwards.

Hu Rulefu shook off his rain-soaked hair, and glanced at the herald soldier with a blank expression.

The herald soldier, who was still very happy, couldn't help but shudder when he saw Hu Lufu's cold face, and then immediately put away the smile on his face.

"Pass the order, let the siege engine hurry up and break through the inner city gate."

After speaking, Hu Rhythm Fu rode his war horse to the gate of Yuyang County, and the black grassland cavalry behind him also followed closely.

Then the heavy siege vehicle was slowly pushed by the soldiers of the steppe tribe again in the direction of the inner city gate.

Because the urn city was already full of corpses at this time, the soldiers of the grassland tribe had to clean up the corpses piled on the ground first.

At this time, the ground had completely changed from yellow to red, and the puddles that had been trampled out by the horses and warriors were even more eeriely black.

The soldiers of the steppe struggled to move the corpses to the sides, then laid planks on the ground again, and the siege vehicles creaked slowly on the planks.

The soldiers of the Prairie tribe who were just carrying the corpses did not notice that the ground of the city wall on both sides of the inner city gate was slightly raised.

A gap of more than three feet slowly grew a little larger, and the surrounding rain slowly flowed in with blood from this gap.

A pair of eyes appear abruptly through the gap.

"Those steppe barbarians are preparing to storm the city now, and we need to wait a while."

A voice rang out from this crack, and was quickly muffled by the sound of wind and rain.

The gap then slowly narrowed until it finally disappeared.

"Inform the brothers at the gate of the city of Urn and let them get ready! The gates of the city of Urn City fell directly, and the chains they buried in the ground might not be so easy to pull out, so that the city could send a few more people. ”

In a tunnel under the urn city, a person said to the people behind.

When the person behind heard this, he immediately nodded, bent down, and turned around and ran towards the city.

"Head, do you think we'll be able to succeed this time?"

Another soldier crouched down in the tunnel and asked the man in front of him.

"Don't worry, it's foolproof, this time we're going to close the door and beat the dogs, so that these damn brutes won't come back!"

The man said as he grabbed a piece of blood-soaked dirt on the wall and said hatefully.

"We must avenge the dead brothers above."

Another voice came from behind the tunnel, and then the echo continued.

But the person who asked the question first did not agree, he still squatted in place in a daze, looking at the pool of blood at the soles of his feet, which had just flowed in with the blood.

He didn't understand very much at this time, it was clear that there were tunnels in the city that could be supported, but he did not arrange people to support the six thousand brothers above, but watched them all die.

He couldn't understand why he had to take the initiative to let the siege vehicles of the grassland tribe break through the inner city gate.

What they couldn't understand the most was why they were asked to let some of the soldiers of the grassland tribe enter the city.

Although he didn't understand these questions, he dared to ask them.

Because he was afraid that if he asked, he would be perceived by his peers as a coward.

In the midst of this doubt, he suddenly felt a tremor on the ground, and he knew that the grassland tribes on the ground had begun to attack the city again with siege vehicles.

At the same time, he knew that it was time for them to get ready to play.

As for whether he could survive, he didn't think about it and didn't dare to think about it, he was afraid that he would be afraid when the time came.

On the ground, siege engines were hammering the gates of the inner city one after another.

And Hu Rhythm Fu has already arrived in the urn city with a large number of cavalry.

If he had been placed in normal times, he would definitely not have entered this urn city, after all, if there were thousands of archers above the head of the urn city at this time, they would definitely all be here.

But now there were no archers at the head of the city, not even the ones who threw the rolling wood and stones down.

Because at this time, the soldiers of the grassland tribe at the head of the city were still fighting to the death, and the defenders of the Dayu Dynasty were now busy defending the city wall.

Seeing the huge gates tremble under the attack of the siege engines, Hu Lufu knew that the victory of this battle was already in his hands.

Although there are still forty or fifty thousand defenders in the city, at this time his remaining troops have all mounted their war horses, and they are all elite cavalry.

Once the gates were breached, his cavalry would be driven straight in.

In the face of the cavalry charge, he did not believe that the defenders in the city could resist to the death like the 6,000 soldiers in this urn city.

He had heard a common saying in Dayu before: ants still have the idea of stealing life.

He didn't believe that these soldiers defending the city had no intention of stealing their lives, and the reason why those 6,000 people would fight bloodily until they died was entirely because they were trapped in the urn city and had no way to retreat.

The trapped beast is still fighting, which is the 6,000 soldiers who defend the city.

While Hu Lv Fu was quietly waiting for the city gate to be breached, everyone in the tunnels under the ground was also waiting quietly.

But they were waiting for the cavalry of the steppe tribe to storm into the city.

"Head, the brothers at the gate of the city are ready, as soon as the cavalry of the grassland tribe is almost in, they will immediately hang the chains to buy us time."

The soldier who had run away from him was back again, he said breathlessly.

"Brothers, we won't have much time, once the gate of the urn is blocked by chains, we must close the gate of the inner city as quickly as possible, and destroy their siege engines."

The leading soldier again recounted the operation to his companions.

Not far from them, another small group of soldiers was waiting.

"You remember that after the old king closes the city gate, we must install the new door latch buried in the ground to the door as quickly as possible, as long as the city gate is completely closed, these beasts who come in will become wild dogs in the urn, and they will all die without a place to bury."

Just when everyone was waiting for the city gate to be knocked open, in the grassland more than ten miles away, the Chinese army was surging, and Mu Huali Falcon was cutting roast mutton with a dagger.

"Shaman, do you think the Hu Charm can complete the task?"

Wan Qi Haiyi opened the curtain and looked into the distance, but it was a pity that it was darkness as far as his eyes could see.