The sky was dark, and far away from the brazier, I couldn't see my fingers.

The siege is imminent.

What made Chen Jing want to scold his mother was that this time, the Fuzhuang camp, still as the head army, was the first to attack the left gate of the Wolf Devouring Pass.

Chen Jing understood that this so-called head army was very likely to be a feint, and the army of Hu Zun's headquarters, after the feint attack of the Fuzhuang camp was contained, began to knock on the right gate.

Even if it is this kind of decision, even Ding Pei, the sentry general of the Fuzhuang battalion, is unknown. Only after Chen Jing explained, he was also a little angry.

But no matter what, once the military order is given, it cannot be disobeyed.

Wearing armor and swords, Chen Jing's people began to follow behind Ding Pei, gathered together, and prepared to make a feint to the left gate and knock on the pass.

In the dead night, all of a sudden, there was the sound of drumming, and suddenly it suddenly arose. Only in my ears, I could hear the sound of drums like thunder.

The brightness of the torch will also dye the surroundings with it. Fu Zhuang, who was less than 2,000 people, under the leadership of Ding Pei, left the camp, held a wooden shield, lined up in formation, stepped through the buffer ground in front of the city pass, and stepped into the eyes of the rebels in the Wolf Swallowing Pass.

At the head of the city, there is also a horn "woo" rising, and the long cry of waking up at night resounded around the city pass.

In a short time, a flurry of arrows fell from the top of the city. But seriously, compared to the first siege before, the defenders' battle at this time was probably a few points weaker.

In the darkness, Chen Jing raised his head and looked at the city gate, and those defenders kept running towards the left gate. It suddenly became clear that Hu Zun's feint attack seemed to be about to succeed.

"Raise the shield—" Ding Pei raised his head and shouted angrily.

There was no flag order in the night, just waiting for the centurion one by one to quickly convey the order. On the flanks on the side, there was also a foot bow battalion following, taking the opportunity to throw arrows at the head of the city.

The catapult camp in the back also followed the action, whistling and throwing stones, smashing into the city without stopping.

The wolf swallowing is closed, although the morale is depressed, but no matter what, there will still be people who fight to the death, doing the final battle of the trapped beast.

The formation did not reach the city pass, the two armies fought with flying arrows and stones, and in a hurry, above and below the city, some people could hear people shouting miserably.

War is not sheep licking each other, there are always many people to die.

In the camp of Fu Zhuang, there are countless people who have fallen, and those who have been hit by arrows cry out for help, and if they are closer, there may be colleagues to save them, but if they are far away, no one is willing to take the risk to help.

"Watch out for the fire arrows!"

After a while, there were fire arrows on the head of the city, whistling incessantly, dragging out a long tail of smoke and falling in the phalanx that was approaching the city pass.

Even if the general trend has gone, the rebels of this Wolf Devouring Pass are still defending it.

But Chen Jing understands that these people are just appetizers, and the real killing game belongs to the right door of Hu Zun's headquarters.

As Chen Jing expected, about two hours later, suddenly, at the right door, an earth-shattering drum sound quickly sounded.

And Hu Zun, holding a torch, stood on a high ground, standing upright in the wind.

Raise the fire as a trumpet.

It didn't take long, and in the city, I suddenly remembered the sound of fighting again. It seemed that the rebels were fighting in the house, and the sound of killing was shaking the sky for a while, and then, in the stunned eyes of countless people, the two iron doors of the right door were pushed open with a "boom".

A rebel lieutenant in blood-stained robes roared with a sword.

"The four battalions of the Manshan Mountain, Captain Xu Du, welcome the king into the city——"

"Roar!"

In a moment, the morale of the battalion army was even stronger, and they all gathered at the right gate, raised their swords and shields, and frantically poured into the city pass. Li Guang personally supervised the battle, commanded the army with difficulty, and quickly entered the city to seize the advantageous terrain.

There were rebels pushing the knife carts of Saimen, but before they could get close, they were rushed by the influx of battalion soldiers and several flying arrows.

"Kill the rebel, kill the rebel!"

At the left gate of the city gate, the rebels at the head of the city attracted changed directions and rushed to the right gate. All of a sudden, at the head of the city at the left gate, there were only scattered arrows, occasionally thrown condescendingly.

"Quick, go ahead and grab the city!" Ding Pei was overjoyed and hurriedly issued a military order.

The garrison was insufficient, and the city ladders were quickly erected on the city walls. There were also some defenders who poured falling rocks and boiling water down the city.

"No return, no return! Hurry up! The people in charge of the military camp also looked anxious, at this time, they were only one step away from breaking through.

The army of the right gate has already entered the city, and if it seizes the left gate again, it will almost be a sure victory.

"Climb the wall!"

In the camp of Fu Zhuang, there was a loud roar, and countless people, biting their knives, climbed on the city ladder with both hands, and quickly climbed up.

Several husbands are strong, and they are about to ascend the city pass first. But he never thought that at this time, a pot of stinking gold juice poured down.

These husbands were instantly scalded and blistered, couldn't help the severe pain, and fell off the city ladder.

But fortunately, the garrison of the left gate was not enough after all, and after resisting for a while, the men and horses of the Fuzhuang camp successfully climbed first and set foot on the head of the Wolf Devouring Pass.

"Roar—"

Ding Pei's face was excited, and he raised his knife high. This one is the first, and he can be regarded as meritorious.

"The rebels are gone." Chen Jing frowned. There is one more thing he has not done, although Li Guang promised to help him, but no matter what, safety is the first thing, and he also needs to do it himself.

Under the protection of Xing Xiaojiu and Lin Xiao, Chen Jing was a little unfamiliar, climbed the city ladder, and followed behind to climb the city wall.

Looking inside the city, there was a mess everywhere, and there were deserters everywhere, constantly fleeing to the gate behind the gate, probably about to flee into the barbarian realm.

The rebels who killed the head of the city, the battalion of more than 1,000 people, began to descend the city wall, and together with the battalion army, they blocked and killed the fleeing rebels everywhere.

For now, starting from the spring equinox, this rebel army, which has been in the disaster for more than a few months, has finally been defeated.

……

"Let's go, let's go!" Riding on the horse, Zhu Biao turned his head and glanced at the smoke-filled Wolf Swallowing Pass, his face full of unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth and quickly withdrew his gaze. escaped from the city pass, and did not collect much property, but it is a pity that the looting has been carried out in the past few months.

"Brother, look at me, remember to take you to escape."

Tied to the back of a horse, a dying prisoner, raised his head with difficulty, and did not reply, only smiled coldly at Zhu Biao.

"Brother, don't worry, I know a barbarian cave master, he will take you and me-"

It's a pity that Zhu Biao's words haven't been finished yet, and behind him, there are hundreds of cavalry battalions of the counterinsurgency, and the iron hoof formation is chasing after him.

At this time, if you give up the treasures that have slowed down the journey, and only flee to the barbarian realm on horseback, there is undoubtedly a way to live.

"First, hide first, and quickly, hide the wagon with the treasure in the woods."

On the back of the bumping horse, the prisoner closed his eyes in silence.

His name is Zhu Feng, even if he doesn't die this time, but his brother is instigated to seize power and rebel, he will also be implicated and can no longer be used.

Even if he was an ordinary person, he was pierced with a pipa bone, and he couldn't gather his strength. His life and death, and his future life, will be doomed.

In the bump, Zhu Feng raised his head with difficulty, looking at the rising sun in the east, but his heart gradually sank.

Who will remember the people of the world...... Eight thousand and thirty thousand barbarian generals.