The ditch was filled with filthy and muddy water.

As if feeling something, in an instant, the river gradually rippled.

On the top of the trench, the sound of arrows breaking through the air was endless.

Outside the trench, screams of pain came and went.

The first wave rushed up was the Yingyang Tuntian Army.

The front two rows hold large shields in their hands, shielding as much as possible from the front and diagonally from the arrows.

As he charged, there was a dense "do-do" sound from the shield, which made people hear - full of urine.

Behind the shield, there were people who kept snorting and falling to the ground.

It is true that the camp is not a city wall, first of all, the height is not enough, and secondly, there are not so many people standing on the wall, and the lethality of condescending arrows is not so great.

But people will still die!

They were the vanguard of the whole army in this wave, and they were taken care of, and dozens of people were knocked down on the way to the charge, and by the time they got close to the trench, the casualties had already exceeded 100.

"Get out of the way!" Shi Chang Meng Chou yelled and rushed out with sandbags on his back.

The shieldmen brushed together to make several gaps, and then adjusted their formation to shield the arrows in front of them as much as possible - the movement was a bit chaotic, maybe it was not enough practice, maybe it was nervousness that caused the movement to be out of shape, but either way, it was a price to pay for blood.

The sandbag-carrying Tuntian army was unsheltered, and the casualty rate on the way forward was alarmingly high.

Meng Chou lowered his head and ran with all his strength.

He looked crazy, his eyes were red, and he was shouting words that he didn't understand.

There were people falling around him, but he didn't have time to pay attention, rushed to the edge of the trench, threw the sandbags into the water with all his might, and then turned and ran.

There was a splash of water behind him.

The sound of "plop" and "plop" was endless, and it was the sandbag thrown by the other robes.

But they were not so lucky, many were shot dead on the spot, and some were even pushed into the trench by the people rushing from behind, shouting for help.

Nobody cares about them.

Sandbags rained down overhead, smashing them into the water and becoming part of the trench.

The arrows on the wall shot more urgently, but after only a moment, they decreased significantly.

Meng Chou, who was running back, glanced out of the corner of his eye, but saw the second formation coming up.

With the big shield man in front and the armored archer in the back, he slowly moved his steps forward, shooting arrows at the place where the enemy archers gathered.

For a time, arrows flew on the battlefield, and people on both sides continued to fall.

The rhythmic drum beat of "Dong Dong ......" slowly sounded from far and near.

Meng Chou glanced at it, it was a newly made trench filling car—it was a car, but it was actually a stupid thing with baffles added to the front, sides, and top to shield the arrows, and the sergeant pushed forward from the inside.

After the enemy archers were suppressed, the trench filler slowly approached the trench and slowly stopped.

"Boom!" A vertical plank in front of the car collapsed and straddled both sides of the trench.

The officers shouted, rushed out with more than a dozen people hiding in the belly of the car, and threw sacks filled with mud and sand, bamboo baskets filled with loess, and so on, into both sides of the plank.

The enemy archers came out again, desperately shooting arrows.

The men who filled in the trenches suffered heavy casualties and retreated in disarray.

The silver-speared sergeants who were covering saw the position of the enemy archers and immediately threw a dense array of arrows.

On top of the camp wall, people are constantly planted on the ground.

Meng Chou retreated to the starting place in shock, and finally turned his head to take a look.

At this time, the blood gradually subsided, and he really felt scared.

It's good to come back alive!

******

As a former military governor, Kim Zheng climbed a high platform and watched for a long time.

The first group of Yingyang Tuntian troops had already retreated, and there were no less than 200 casualties - the wounded and the dead were actually about the same, because no one would go to the battlefield to save them.

The second group, which consisted of the archers of the Silver Lance Army and Ding Zhuang from Heyang, was even larger, numbering more than 1,300 men.

The archers were responsible for suppressing the wall, and Ding Zhuang hurriedly filled in the trenches.

Thanks to their efforts, a considerable part of the trench was filled. When he retreated, he was chased and killed by the enemy who rushed out from behind the trench wall, and no less than 300 people were killed and wounded.

The third batch of Heyang Ding Zhuang went into battle.

Carrying planks, they were responsible for covering the last stretch of the trench so that the uneven ground would not interfere with movement.

After the drum sounded, more than 1,000 people first ran in small steps under the order of the officer, trying to maintain their physical strength.

When you get close to the trench, you let out a shout and cover the planks up.

Arrows were shot from the wall again, much thinner than before.

The Ding Zhuang who filled the trench were ecstatic, and their hands and feet were unusually nimble.

The enemy troops behind the trench wall did not come out this time, only some of the archers shot arrows, and some of the lives were harvested.

The silver-speared infantry archers who cooperated with Heyang Ding Zhuang split up and shot towards the place where they probed.

The arrows were fast and urgent, and the enemy archers soon stopped moving.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves sounded.

The three hundred Hun cavalry seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and suddenly rushed out from behind a camp gate, and trampled straight towards the retreating Heyang Ding Zhuang.

Ding Zhuang was caught off guard, crying and crying and scattering backwards.

Under the chaotic running and colliding, even some of the spearmen of the Silver Spear Army lined up on the outside were disorganized.

The enemy cavalry took advantage of the situation to cover and kill, riding bows and firing consecutive shots, waving sabers, and harvesting human lives freely.

"Buzz!" Dense arrows covered it, and under the close range of fire, the enemy riders fell from their horses.

When the righteous army began to mount and set out, the enemy cavalry finally couldn't hold on, gave up the pursuit, and fled.

The defenders opened another camp gate, lowered the trench bridge, and took it in.

While the enemy cavalry charged, a group of foot soldiers rushed out of the battalion, carrying fire oil, firewood and grass, and set fire to the planks covering the trench and the two trench filling carts that had not been pulled back.

The battlefield was in flames.

In the midst of the smoke, the corpses were strewn and creepy.

Kim Jong got off the high platform and went into battle.

He glanced left and right, and stopped talking.

Jin Zheng didn't care about their thoughts at all, and personally ordered a 600 armor building, and stepped forward with great momentum.

First grabbed the dozens of people who ran the fastest, and the bloody heads rolled to the ground in an instant, including several veterans of the Silver Spear Army who were dragged back and fled.

These people sighed, but did not beg for mercy.

Although he was coerced by the rebels, he fled and escaped, and there was nothing to say.

What battlefield doesn't have unjust ghosts? What you do, you are responsible, and the law is not merciful.

After the rout, the others were contained one by one and retreated to the rear to reorganize.

Jin Zhengze personally led 600 armor soldiers to drive the Ningping Tuntian army, which was carrying sledgehammers and shovels, to kill the camp wall in waves.

******

"Quick! Fast! Liu Fu, the king of the Bohai Sea, also came to this attacked camp and climbed high and looked far away.

He was greatly shocked by the fierce battle.

The enemy rushed for less than an hour before they made a way to the bottom of the trench wall.

In a hurry, Liu Fu began to transfer troops from other camps, especially archers, one team after another, the more the better.

The Jin army rushed over again, with a fierce momentum and indomitable.

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Near, as usual, two hundred archers were divided to shoot at the back of the trench wall and at the camp wall.

The defenders fought back.

The battle went straight to the white-hot phase.

"Rush!" The Ningping Tuntian army roared in unison, armed with spears, sledgehammers, and shovels.

They ran through the rough-filled trench to the outside of the trench wall, their faces full of hideousness.

Inside and outside the trench walls, spears were poked back and forth, and broadswords were wielded non-stop.

Constantly people fell to their knees holding their stomachs.

There were screams and rolling to the ground.

Someone kept clutching his chest, and the arrow feathers trembled.

Others wielded sledgehammers and shovels and struggled to destroy the walls, but as they smashed, their bodies were pierced by spears and they fell to the ground.

The corpses were accumulating rapidly, almost as tall as the walls of the trench.

"Kill the thief!" A dazzling flash of armor flashed, and the warrior of the Silver Spear Army rushed over with a spear and a large axe.

Kim Jong relied heavily on armor to protect himself, stabbed the enemy with swords and spears, ravaged his body, and crashed into the crowd of enemy soldiers behind the trench wall.

The heavy sword swung quickly in his hand like a child's toy. Everywhere I passed, there was a bloody rain.

The silver-speared armourers climbed over the trench wall and fought the enemy.

On the camp wall, stones, scalding water, and even cases fell like raindrops, indistinguishable from the enemy and me, smashing the two sides that were strangled together in a daze.

Outside the trench wall, the soldiers of the Ningping Tuntian Army were still destroying the trench wall, knocking it down and smashing it one by one.

Archers on both sides are still firing at each other, each suffering casualties.

The camp gate was opened again, and hundreds of enemy soldiers swarmed out, ready to flank the rear.

At this moment, the cavalry of the righteous army rushed out of the battle and rushed straight towards them.

The enemy soldiers hesitated, retreated in a hurry, and did not dare to leave the camp.

And as soon as they retreated, the fighters were fleeting, and the strangulation under the trench wall was nearing its end.

Jin is like a demon god, at the end of the fight, the heavy sword is stuck in the body of the enemy soldier, he draws the ring head knife, and kills several people in a row.

The enemy was beaten by the warriors with silver spears, and scattered on both sides.

Kim Zheng was red-eyed, chased after them, and slashed with his knife. In the end, he even grabbed an enemy schoolman, and strangled his neck with an arm as thick as a thigh, and twisted it severely.

The enemy soldiers on the wall of the camp shot arrows at him as if they had seen a ghost.

The shield hands surrounded him, desperately shielding Kim Zheng.

The people of Ningping Tuntian Army carried ladders again and put them on the wall.

Countless armor soldiers climbed up with short soldiers in their hands.

The enemy troops on the wall retreated, replaced by soldiers armed with various blunt weapons.

They looked nervous and swallowed dryly, and occasionally someone turned his head to look at the camp and saw a large number of stern pikemen and archers, and then turned his head in despair, and a look of madness appeared on his face.

"Whoosh! Sou! "Arrows kept passing by my ears, and from time to time someone screamed and landed.

The first warriors of the Silver Lance Army had climbed the wall.

The blunt instruments swung down in unison, sweeping them off the wall as they had not yet gained a firm foothold.

Someone rushed up again, and this time there were many fewer people who swept down, and the two sides were directly scuffled together.

The archers on both sides stopped, waiting for the outcome of the bloody battle.

Liu Shi stomped his feet from a distance.

The heralds went up and down, constantly passing orders.

Moments later, the defenders on the camp wall had been swept away.

The archers under the wall were in a commotion.

The officer raised his sword and killed a few people who were shouting, and the rest of the people were determined.

"Buzz!" An overwhelming array of arrows rushed upward, sweeping down the standing Silver Spear warriors at close range.

Liu Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was soon raised to his throat again, because the second group of silver-speared warriors had climbed the wall, wearing iron armor and holding large shields, and while trying to resist the arrows, they drew the long ladder and placed it on the side of the wall.

Some people even jumped directly from the wall, which was almost fatal.

There are also people with walking bows, squatting on the wall, and throwing bows and arrows one after another.

The archers of the garrison were already frightened enough, and if it weren't for the officers supervising the battle, they would have run away. At this time, he was shot by an arrow, and after hastily returning fire a few times, and after causing a little casualty to the Silver Spear Army, they all ran away in embarrassment.

The defending spearmen lined up behind the wall were also in an uproar, and their positions wavered.

More than 100 silver-speared sergeants who went down to the camp rushed forward with short soldiers in their hands and spears.

"Poof! Burst! The enemy subconsciously stabbed out his spear.

Some of the sharp spear heads were separated by short soldiers, some were blocked by iron armor, and some were pierced through the gaps in the armor leaves.

The casualties of the Silver Spear Armor increased dramatically, but everyone was red-eyed, and the fall of the robe and the wounds on the body were not felt. They only know how to kill, they only know how to break through the interception of the enemy's spears, they only know how to close the distance, and then use short soldiers to kill them and turn them on their backs.

On the wall behind him, there was a constant influx of people.

More and more sergeants descended into the camp, and a part of the men were assigned to open the camp gates.

A cavalry of the enemy army came out and rushed this part of the people to pieces, crushing and trampling them wantonly.

The people behind continued to step forward, undaunted.

The space in the camp is narrow, and the cavalry can't run at all, so they can only sprint for a short distance, so what's there to fear?

They gathered around the unhurried cavalry, dragged them off their horses, and slashed down with their swords like slaughtering pigs and dogs, cutting these invincible Hun cavalry at their feet.

The enemy soldiers guarding the camp gate dispersed in a hurry.

The warriors of the Silver Spear Army struggled to turn the winch, only to hear a "boom", and the trench bridge was suddenly lowered, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

The camp gate was opened again, and the Jin army, which had been waiting for a long time, swarmed in.

The enemy army hastily organized nearly a thousand men and rushed head-on, and the two sides fought fiercely at the camp gate, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Killing and killing, the battle line is getting closer and closer a little bit.

"Kill the thief!" A thunderous roar rang out at the camp gates.

Covered in blood, Jin rushed into the enemy army like a whirlwind, slashing left and right, not afraid of death.

The silver-speared sergeants, who had just lowered the trench bridge and opened the camp gate, attacked from the flank, and the enemy soldiers who had counterattacked were immediately unable to support it and broke back.

The whole camp was thrown into chaos.

Liu Fu got off the high platform directly, and slipped away through another camp gate surrounded by his personal guards.

After he left, the defenders were left uncommanded and scattered.

They opened the gates of the camps and fled from all sides, looking anxious and overwhelmed.

Most of the people retreated in the direction of the Chinese barracks, but when they arrived at the bottom of the camp, they found that the camp gate had long been closed, and they were greeted by a rain of arrows.

The Hun cavalry swept past them and ran into the distance.

The soldiers of the Silver Spear Army and the Tuntian Army chased out from the camp gate and slaughtered all these routs who had lost their fighting spirit.

When they rushed further to the enemy barracks, a large number of arrows were shot from the wall, and they were more sober.

After snorting coldly, he cut off some heads and walked away.

Liu Fu, who returned to Zhongying, was shocked and speechless for a long time.

Hold on to help, stick to a bird!

In just one day, the outer camp was breached, and how many days can the Chinese army camp be held?

His faith had been shaken.

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