The next day, early in the morning.

The sun and the moon rarely shine on each other.

The smoke is torn apart by the long wind.

As usual, the military meeting of the Yum Army was held at the same time as breakfast.

It was also at this time that Hong Fan realized that today, September 11, was his nineteenth birthday.

He casually mentioned it.

Qiu Yuankui hurriedly asked another bowl of noodles with lying eggs to be sent below.

After the meal, the army went into battle.

Hong Fan came to the city again with the army and saw the true face of Duan Licheng after removing makeup.

The neat and solemn rejection of horses and antlers became broken wood all over the ground.

The shallow pit and the deep pit were filled in large sections.

Even the newly built wooden gallery was dismantled and brought back after the mission was completed to save timber and capacity.

As far as the eye can see, from the front of the battle to the root of the wall, only the barren road is left.

And all kinds of siege equipment are constantly pushing from the Baisheng army to the front.

Three hundred steps away from the head of the city, two Shengzhou cast iron heavy guns are lined up in the center.

Around the iron cannons, five six-tip artillery carts capable of throwing 30 kilograms of stone projectiles 200 meters were spread out on both wings.

The number of the lightest pieces of equipment such as the single-tip cannon has exceeded 100, and the front row is divided into five rows.

At half past eight in the morning, the Chinese army received the order and began to suppress the city.

For a time, the stones pierced through the air, such as rainfall.

On the stage, Hong Fan could only hear the shrill moans of wooden friction and the labor horn of the artillery truck when it was reloaded.

The roar of the cannon and bed crossbow continued for an entire hour.

Smashed the bed crossbows on the three corner towers, broke the battlements like cakes, and drove all the defenders hiding behind them to the bottom of the city.

The cast-iron cannon was also fired several times, peeling off large areas of bricks, revealing the pale golden, hard-to-shake rammed earth inside.

Then, six more massive siege engines were pushed to the front by the auxiliary army.

Four staircases, two temporary vehicles.

The former is five meters wide and more than a foot high, and can be directly put on the ladder at the head of the city, similar to a large cloud ladder.

The latter is even more exaggerated.

Eight meters wide, with five floors inside, the top is as high as the battlements, and the front is a wooden bridge with barbs.

Once the bridge was leveled and placed on the top of the city, there were more protected stairwells up and down the walls, and soldiers could go up in a steady stream.

At noon (11 o'clock at noon), Xu Yuntao gave the general attack order and personally beat the drum with a mallet.

The six siege machines slowly pressed forward with the blessing of manpower.

At this moment, the world is in overdrive.

The horn whimpered on the Duanli City.

The defenders, led by the junior officers, swarmed along the trail to return to their positions, and swords, guns, and spears were lined up like a city within a city.

Hong Fan followed close by the car, his heartbeat in his ears faster than the pace under his feet, and each stroke shook his whole body along the arteries.

The car is 200 steps from the city.

Hundreds of crossbow and shield guards scattered in front.

Hong Fan saw the big red flag waving in the wind on the corner tower, and many different timbres sounded on the city section.

They shouted the same word.

【Shoot the arrows.】 】

Within a few breaths, the arrows roared like a tidal wave.

There was a terrible tuk tuk sound on the wooden planks of the car.

Immediately after, dozens of stones rose from the back of the city.

Taking advantage of the time of filling in these days, the Tianfeng Army demolished a large number of houses as positions, and at the same time built dozens of artillery trucks with beams and pillars as materials.

The flying stones are staggered, and none of the hitters are hit, creating a crisp and dull death.

War proves itself in blood, what is the ultimate violence.

The car is 100 steps from the city.

Hong Beom could no longer hear his own heartbeat.

He only felt a picture scroll explode in front of him, squeezing into the horizon with an attitude that he couldn't refuse.

The shouts of people, the howling of flying objects, the collision and destruction of wood, stone, metal, flesh and bones......

This is heard.

The smoke and dust from the military boots, the black smoke from the incomplete burning of tung oil, the rolling flags, and the splashed blood......

Here's what you see.

Untold things happened in every moment, and an overabundance of information flooded his mind.

Hong Fan couldn't think anymore, and only followed the giant machine, focusing on deflecting the stone bullet with flying sand.

The city is near.

On the east side, Gu Yixin carried a gun in front, wanting to go up to the city in one step, but was intercepted by a double-headed star shuttle.

Tang Sheng looked at the corner tower, his eyes closed, and there were three people behind him who were arrayed to help.

On the west side, Qiu Yuankui's eyes gathered and hit the city head with pure yang energy, and was blasted by Li Xiqi's wind knife.

Thirty steps from the city.

The cannons are slightly thinner, and the rain of arrows is denser.

Heavy crossbows on the horse's face wall opened fire, piercing the side planks of the third layer of the hull.

Hong Fan didn't hear the human voice, only the scarlet flickering inside the box and the slightly hot cheeks.

He was stunned, and then the sand mist rolled up.

Within a radius of ten zhang, everything is only dusk.

"Listen to me!"

Hong Fan roared angrily, becoming the only voice around the car.

"Thirty steps forward!"

The barren sand was like a curtain, cutting off the sight of the city's shooting and the chaos and noise on all sides.

The foot soldiers marched in unison under Hong Fan's trumpet, or ten breaths, or twenty later, when they heard the thud of a heavy object squeezing.

Pick up the city by car.

In the car in the city, people's hearts were shocked.

There was a dead silence for a moment.

"Go ahead with me!"

Then Hou Pujian, who was on the fourth floor of the car, burst out into high cheers.

The heavy armor soldiers of the first battalion on the third and fourth floors put down their armor.

The ordinary soldiers at the bottom chewed the ghost king that was distributed in advance.

The sand fog is lifting.

The wooden bridge on the fifth floor of the car buckles the head of the city.

It was the Tianfeng Army that acted first.

At the first time, the four soldiers held iron pots and poured boiling tung oil on the roof of the car.

Almost as soon as the hot oil splashed off, the rockets and torches were scattered.

The roof of the car exploded with a "soaring" explosion, and the golden flame exploded.

Then there was the killing method of the officer of the Tianfeng Army from "Easy Introduction", "Spitting Wind".

The fire took advantage of the wind and forcibly burned the roof of the car covered with wet mud into a sea of fire.

Everything has been rehearsed.

"Extinguish the fire!"

Pu Jian shouted, leading several Piercing Realm armorers to step on the fire and cover the passage with a thick cloth full of water.

At the same time as the car bridge connects the city, Hong Fan goes to the city from outside Sanzhang.

People are like dragons leading in front, and sand is chasing after the wind.

When he stepped on the battlements, the man and the sand were one, and he had put on his sand armor and raised two feet high.

Two spears pierced into the ribs.

Hong Fan ignored it and broke it with brute force.

The scorching sand was thrown, destroying three people at once.

Two heavily armored sharps pressed down and were knocked down head-on by the sand shotgun.

Hong Fan was about to clear the city, when he suddenly heard the wind howling in his ears.

The sand armor thickened with pressure, and it was followed by a five-tael four-edged armor-piercing arrow.

This is just the beginning.

On the multi-storey corner towers above the city walls, the defenders laid out dense long-range fire.

Most of them were mortal crossbowmen, and a few were warriors armed with steel bows.

The rain of arrows rained down, making Hong Fan feel substantial pressure.

Even sharper and more difficult to get rid of is the flying sword of the Tang family's martial artists.

The sand fog rises.

It was immediately forcibly blown away by the "mouth spitting wind".

For a while, Hong Fan had to fight the defenders with a long-range strike, and the fate star Zhenyuan almost fell like opening the floodgates.

In the next city section, the second car leaned against the wall.

The heavy armor soldier went up to the city with a shield, but it was still not a smooth road.

Beyond the arrow array, a number of movable wooden walls with rollers five or six feet high were raised from both sides, creating temporary partitions at the head of the city......

The position of the Yum Army, the artillery truck was vigorous again after adjusting the angle.

The attackers did not want to fight against the walls, and the defenders did not retreat.

It's just over midway through noon.

Smoke rose from the battlefield.

The scorching sun shone like molten iron on the city.

Under the action of various drugs such as excitement, inhibition, and hallucination, the soldiers on both sides are like machines made of flesh and blood, fighting together fearlessly.

(End of chapter)