After two siege battles, most of the ground outside Duanli City has been barren.

Hong Fan stepped out of the battle and walked towards the city, and everyone he saw was fierce, each raising his shield, running, filling in the earth, shooting and other tense dynamics.

There is a fishy smell in the wind.

There are occasional green clusters popping up in the barrens.

I don't know if it's irrigated by the rain or sprinkled with last year's blood.

After walking 300 steps, Hong Fan stepped past the corpse of the rejected horse, and saw the leather shield cart that had been pierced into a hedgehog, and the horse trap that was blocked in front of him.

It is only two meters wide and more than one meter deep, and the bottom of the pit is full of sharpened bamboo thorns.

This is the fire killing ground of the auxiliaries.

Hong Fan heard a desperate roar.

As far as I could see, a shirtless man with a half-white beard rushed out from behind the shield cart carrying a bamboo basket full of earth.

When he reached the edge of the trench, he knocked out all the earth with a basket, and was shot down by an arrow as he turned back and ran.

has his own shield and gritted his teeth to save.

On the 100-meter line with eight shield cars stretched horizontally, such things continue to happen.

Hong Fan let out a long breath and quickened his steps.

More than ten meters away, he began to carry sand and accumulate kinetic energy.

When they reached the edge of the trench, several tons of earthwork rolled forward like a stream, filling more than one square meter at a time, and resisting the hundreds of auxiliary soldiers.

Hong Fan and Gu Yixin, who were dressed in cloth clothes and straightened their backs, were already eye-catching in the battlefield.

After the dust lifted, it attracted all the eyes between the two corner towers.

The arrow whistled tighter for a moment.

The wind was approaching, Hong Fan didn't raise his head, and he had a snowy spear like a snake to swallow and shatter the arrow.

The second wave of sand was pulled from behind.

Change the location.

And then there's the third.

In the minute, a five-metre-wide trench was roughly filled.

The killing machine is here.

Just as the rain of arrows poured towards Hong Fan, a double-headed star shuttle flew close to the ground and came horizontally from the side.

Hong Fan sensed the change in his innate aura and still concentrated on filling the soil.

When the magnificent aura and the sound of Jin Tie Zheng rose and fell, no attack could get close to him.

Attack and defense continue to be combined.

Tang Shengwang's cultivation was not as good as the ancient Yixin, and he felt even more difficult to shoot from a distance of dozens of meters, seeing that the trench was easily filled in by the sand world, his heart was uncontrollable.

But he did not dare to go down to the city.

He'd seen the gun come hard.

One step at a time, straight and horizontally; But it doesn't matter how many arrows come in front of you, and how many people stand behind your opponent.

"Bring another archer to this seat!"

Tang Shengwang was incompetent and furious, and only hated that the bed crossbow on the corner tower could not be adjusted to a negative shooting angle.

At the same time, Xu Yuntao saw the effect, and also sent reinforcements from the rear - hundreds of sniper teams, each group of two people with tower shields and three people with strong crossbows.

At the top of the city, bows and crossbows were staggered, and there were casualties among each other.

By the time the remnant sun was like blood and Ming Jin withdrew the troops, there were already dozens of meters wide outside the city on three sides, and there was a smooth road to the city.

On the corner tower, Tang Sheng watched the enemy return to the camp, and Li Xiqi, the general of the Tianfeng Army beside him, also had a solemn face.

They had expected to delay the attack on the outlying fortifications for two or three days, but they only lasted one afternoon.

Nothing was said all night.

On the second day, when the day just dawned, there was still a mist from last night outside Duanli City.

The defenders looked at the city from the top of the city, and everywhere they looked, the wooden village and the camp tent seemed to be sunk in the water.

After the meal was made, the sun was high, and the fog saw the light and died.

The whole army went out of the camp.

Hong Fan stepped on the stairs to the general platform, and saw several generals get up and salute.

Pan Rui, who led the army yesterday, came to lead the way affectionately.

Duan Tiannan stayed in the camp to recuperate from his injuries.

Qiu Yuankui sat alone in the main seat.

The person in charge of military affairs, as usual, is Xu Yuntao.

"Today's priority is to end the city."

He pointed with a horsewhip and preached the final decision after last night's deliberations.

Hong Fan sat on the side, and he could clearly feel that the generals of the Baisheng Army were high-spirited and dazed at the same time.

The speed with which the battle progressed caught both sides off guard.

So much so that the artisan battalion was busy overnight, adding only eight large shield carts to the front army - in the pre-war plan, it would take them another two or three days to touch the moat.

The increase in fortifications in the sand world exceeded everyone's expectations.

But Xu Yuntao knows the importance of sharp qi to the besieging side, and since he has an advantage, there is no reason to stop and wait.

"It is true that Duanli is a strong city, but the water system in the city is not abundant, and the city is shallow and narrow, only two zhang wide and six feet deep."

He paced with his hands in his hands.

"There are only two ways to deal with Chenghao."

"The first is to erect pontoon bridges."

"This trick is fast and efficient, and it can be overwhelming against small city military walls, but it can't pass large equipment."

"With the number of city defenses and masters in Duanbel City, the pontoon bridge will not work."

"Is it decided by the military yesterday, or use the second method to fill the river!"

When he said this, Xu Yuntao even gritted his teeth.

The military order has been issued, and the war drums are sounding.

At three o'clock, in the western section away from the north city wall and away from the city gate, Yi Hong led the right army to press forward.

Like all the cities that are to be suppressed, Duanli City has more than one urn city, and there are 10,000-pound gates hanging behind each city gate.

It was the Baisheng Army that never thought of attacking the city gate as the main attack.

Sixteen shield wagons approached the moat with freshly painted wet mud, and the archers rushed to suppress it, and then a large number of shield soldiers covered the auxiliaries to carry the earth forward.

At the beginning, Hong Fan didn't understand Xu Yuntao's solemnity, but felt that this was just a repetition of yesterday's work.

But as the two armies engaged, he quickly realized the problem.

The earthwork line is tens of meters long, and although it is more exposed to the line of fire, the main problem is still under the city.

The outer edge of the moat was only three or four feet from the base of the city wall.

This distance was enough for the protruding horse-faced wall to form a perfect crossfire, so much so that the effect of the Great Shield was greatly weakened.

In addition, there is a wall of cattle and horses across the city.

The inner and outer gates of the urn city opened and closed alternately, and hundreds of archers came out.

With the help of the shooting holes in the cattle and horse walls, the soldiers who filled the river had to not only guard against the top, but also face direct fire from six meters away, and even the spears that stabbed over......

Even if the front was deliberately loose, in just a quarter of an hour, Yi Hong's men had lost more than fifty lives.

According to this method, the city wall has not been touched at the end of the day, and the casualties may be thousands.

The fighting was non-stop.

Hong Fan sat on the podium and forced himself to look at the casualties that were being generated under the city.

At this moment, their blood has not been shed, their bodies are still warm, and they are not the statistical figures of war damage.

As for Xu Yuntao, from the moment the military order was issued, there was nothing else on his face except the coldness of an ice cube.

Half an hour later, Yi Hong's first herald rushed to Dianjiangtai and asked to be removed and reorganized.

Xu Yuntao refused indifferently.

Hong Fan got up to ask for battle, but was also persuaded to go down.

Time is hard to endure.

A year and a half ago, the war at the head of the city of Jinhai was just as tragic as it is now, but it was more straightforward - in two or three days, the two clans poured everything they had, the knives were white in and red out, and the victory and defeat were clear.

And what Hong Fan saw at this time can only be described as torment.

Every casualty is slow, as if flesh and blood are being used to smooth out a steel file.

He couldn't sit in his chair a little, and turned his head to glance at Xu Yuntao.

The latter's eyebrows were like iron, as if he didn't realize it.

With just one glance, Hong Fan understood what it meant to be in charge of the soldiers.

The first wave of the offensive lasted an hour.

At noon, the generals ate the sheep soup and then marched to discuss.

In a private discussion with Pan Rui, Hong Fan only learned about most of the battlefields in Dahua history, and it was not so troublesome to fill the river.

Horizontal and vertical is a work that mortals can do, and it is enough to levy the people on the spot.

If you don't do it in one day, you will do it for three days, and if you don't do it in three days, you will do it for five days.

When people die, corpses can fill the river, and it also saves the earthwork and arrows in the city.

This is also the tactical style that Xu Yuntao is familiar with, and the Tianfeng Army has suppressed the rebel army for more than ten years.

But for a variety of reasons, Yum couldn't do that.

ps: In the past few days, I have checked a lot of information on medieval siege warfare, after all, people fight people, and they can't be fooled casually like snake people in the first war.

And the experience of these chapters will also be a valuable asset to Hong Fan.

He will also lead the army to fight in the future, and when the time comes, he will not be able to do it without a teacher.

(End of chapter)