You Heng lifted the upper body of a wounded man who was bleeding profusely, and shouted for the people who were running around with him to carry things together.

"Hurry! Lift it down! Lift it down! The embarrassed young civil servant shouted, "One! Two! Three! ”

"Here we are, it's this one."

Fox Deer Gu came back to her senses from a brief contemplation and watched as You Heng knocked open a very dilapidated hut in the twilight.

The sound of crying soon came from inside.

First there was a suppressed low cry, then an uncontrollable cry, and the heart-rending cry resounded throughout the evening of Qiancheng City in an instant.

You Heng poked his head out of the hut, "Grain." ”

Hulu Gu was stunned for a moment, and immediately sent the bag of grain into the door.

He carried this bag of grain all the way, so the amount was clearly weighed early, about five buckets.

Five buckets of grain for a human life, is it worth it?

If it were in peacetime, no one would do such a bizarre business.

But this is a troubled time, this is a lonely city surrounded by enemy legions, and I don't know how long it will take for reinforcements! In such troubled times, in such a city, a human life is no more cheap than a weed on the side of the road! What's more, the person who died was not even a soldier under Lu Lian's command, but just a civilian man in the city! Why don't these grains be collected in the granary! Why take it out and give it to civilians ?!

The crying gradually subsided until only low sobs remained.

You Heng finally came out again, took the roster, and looked at the other strong men who were carrying food on their shoulders.

"Let's go to the next one." He said.

Fox Lugu stared at the back of You Heng, who was gradually becoming dim in the twilight, and only felt that this Han cultural official was stupid.

Lu Lian was also stupid.

He climbed up and down the city in the past few days, and he saw those Hun infantry attacking the city.

The so-called "Hun infantry" was actually just some Qianhu slaves, as vassals of these two thousand cavalry, they were sent by Yu Fuluo to make up the numbers.

Yuan Tan squandered them, without stinginess and without mercy. The slaves were urged to attack the city in waves, their brains burst by the beating of wood, their bones shattered by boulders, burned by boiling oil, poured with gold juice, and finally layered under the Thousand Riders. But Yuan Tan didn't even bother to give an order to collect their corpses, and the Qingzhou soldiers naturally wouldn't drag the corpses of those aliens back.

But occasionally there will be a strange scene, in the pile of corpses should have died quietly, and occasionally twitch his hands and feet, as if he also wanted to prove that he was not only a slave, a thing, but also a person.

Isn't it normal that even the body will not be dragged back for burial, let alone a pension?

Shouldn't those people of the Han people and the servants sent by the powerful families also be treated like this? Where are they people? Where are their lives worthy of those five buckets of corn?!

But when the barracks buried the pot to cook at night, and the people also gathered, prepared for dinner, and continued to guard the city in shifts, Hulugu found many unfamiliar faces.

Those whose tears had not dried and whose eyes were so swollen that they could not open them wept, after crying this scene, left food for the old and young children at home, and also came to the team.

There are men, there are women, there are strong and tall people, and there are also thin and even rickety people.

These ant-like men were ragged, but they did not have the fear and despair that often appeared on the faces of the carrot slaves in the city.

They all looked calm.

They also volunteered to join the ranks of the defenders of the city.

Fox Lugu looked at the faces that had been devastated by the war, but seemed extraordinarily calm and resolute, and a fear suddenly rose in her heart.

He always thought that between the decline of the Han family, the attacks of the princes, and the chaos in the world, the era of their Huns might come again.

However, with such people, how can they succeed?

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Someone in the city shouted, "They're attacking the city again!" ”

Yuan Tan came to attack the city again, this time he upgraded the version on the basis of the previous one, changing the daytime siege to an all-day siege: night and day, without stopping.

…… This is something that Lu Hangyu never expected.

If you want to say that she can understand the sneak attack at night, but continue to attack the city at night - how many troops does Yuan Tan have to attack the city with such a high intensity?

The soldiers were busy running around, and a row of torches was lit on the city wall, some were supporting pots, some were adding firewood, some were pouring oil, and some were lighting fires. The city was on fire, and the city was on fire.

The sound of golden drums resounded throughout the night sky, and soon the enemy army began to attack the city in waves, erecting ladders to climb up, pouring oil down from above, and throwing down the lit torches.

Soon the city became a sea of fire, and the soldiers wailed in the fire, and then emitted the smell of roast meat one after another, and hurried out, and became one small fire man after another in the dark night, rolling all over the ground, which looked very conspicuous, but always after a while did not move, and the fire would slowly become smaller, and finally became a pile of embers.

Lu Hangyu stood behind the female wall, silently watching the fiery scene, occasionally deliberately discarding the pungent smell from his mind, and concentrating on thinking about this question.

Yuan Tan had been besieging the city during the day for the past few days, and occasionally trying to steal the city at night, but he had never besieged the city on such a large scale as today.

Her soldiers were indeed a little tired and a little injured, but they weren't even broken, after all, Yuan Tan's forces couldn't support his high-intensity siege - so why did he do it tonight?

The northeastern earth had fallen into the deepest night, and the firelight could not illuminate it, but she looked and looked persistently, trying to see the clues behind the night with her eyes that could see through the night.

[Do you think it's because reinforcements are coming?] 】

[Although I am confident that I will consume Yuan Tan without reinforcements, I do think that reinforcements are coming. 】

[Does this idea help you tonight?] 】

…… She felt that the Black Blade was very speechless, much more annoying than her.

But she still followed the Black Blade's train of thought and continued to think about it.

Does Yuan Tan know that it is still difficult to capture Qiancheng for a while with such a siege?

Judging from her two experiences with Yuan Tan, Yuan Tan is a bit impatient and very arrogant.

This man has a flawed character, but he is not stupid.

She turned around suddenly, and after giving a few orders to the generals around her, she hurried to the city with a few followers.

"What about the vats buried under the city!" She snapped, "Send someone——! ”

Suddenly there was thunder in the sky.

She looked up in astonishment.

Tonight is a thunderstorm.

According to the book of war, large vats were buried under the city walls, and then they could be judged by listening to the sound or observing the ripples after filling the water to determine whether someone had dug tunnels nearby.

But where can she hear and see in such weather?

Lu Xuanyu pulled out the black blade.

Behind Yuan Tan's dirt mountain, there is indeed such a tunnel.

According to the topographical map drawn by the previous careful exploration of the city, they chose a place that should not be noticed by anyone, which was originally the place where the servants of the city collected and collected the debris every few days when they cleaned up and cleaned the earthen city.

It's not far from the city wall, and there are no people around, although it's very troublesome to climb out of it, but how can there be a perfect thing in the world?

As long as their squad of soldiers can sneak out during the siege of the city at night, kill the soldiers defending the city, and open the city gate unexpectedly, Qiancheng City will be in the pocket of the eldest prince!

They dug this tunnel very quickly, dug to the city in more than ten days, and picked this thunderstorm day to dig into the city, really thought of all aspects.

In the tunnels, the men were still digging through the last bit of earth, and each basket was filled with a full basket, which was passed all the way back by the soldiers.

The soldiers of the Yuan family knew how to dig tunnels, and when they were attacking the city, they were also very careful to insert some thick bamboo poles in positions close to the city and not easy to be noticed.

The bamboo poles were pierced in advance, allowing the soldiers in the tunnels to breathe a few breaths of fresh air.

The lamps and candles they light inside need air, and they need air even more.

But even with these bamboo poles to circulate the foul-smelling but fresh air outside, the air here was barely suffocating, so the faces of the soldiers in the candle light were still ugly.

They are enduring the pain of the tunnel, and are eager to compensate with a killing.

"Be careful, be careful, it's almost through!"

The man withdrew and replaced himself with two able-bodied soldiers, who first determined their position and then slowly began to dig upwards.

As the wet earth and the smell of rain flowed down, the soldiers in the tunnel took a deep breath of fresh air, and held back their excited cries, but remained silent, watching with bated breath as their ranks slowly poked their heads out.

The siege had not stopped, and the rain had not rained heavily, but the night sky was lit up by lightning from time to time.

The team took the lead and pulled away a pile of rags, shredded wood, and some moldy hay, and carefully crawled the upper body out of the tunnel.

It was so quiet that you could faintly hear people shouting and screaming on the distant city walls, but the sounds were covered by thunder.

He propped his hands on the dirt and was about to climb out, and when he looked further, he suddenly remembered the strange name of the enemy commander.

Legend has it that this woman was very beautiful, knew how to do magic, and could even summon thunder and lightning, and was the Heavenly Master of the Five Thunder Dao and the Buddha of the Futu Sect.

…… This sounds outrageous.

But the next moment, when a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, he suddenly shivered!

He is a battle-hardened Jizhou veteran, how could he be shaken by such a bizarre legend!

But at that lightning, he also saw a man walking not far away.

It didn't look like the legendary beautiful witch at all, but she was carrying a long sword in her hand, and her eyes were slowly glowing blue and white!

…… He couldn't wait any longer.

…… Because his lord can't wait any longer!

After this thunderstorm, when the sun shines again on the land, the defenders of the city will see it, and they will see that their reinforcements have arrived under the city!

This Jizhou veteran had no distraction, and with a strong hand, he jumped out of the tunnel. Despite wearing leather armor, he was still extremely agile, and as he jumped out, he also pulled out the ring knife at his waist.

Once again, the heavens and the earth are illuminated by lightning!

The veteran silently thought of his parents, wives and children, the dignity of the people of Jizhou, and the glory of the lord in his heart, until these things turned into the strength of his whole body, he finally waved his long knife and pounced on it!

Chapter 199

Lu Hangyu killed the first Jizhou veteran to emerge.

His skills are actually good, whether it is the muscular strength displayed at the moment when the soles of his feet kick the ground, or the straight line between the tip of the knife and the arm and the body, it shows that he is not only a fierce soldier, but also a leader among them.

So when the black blade pierced through his body and pulled it out, the veteran's expression was incredulous.

He couldn't believe the young general's skills, and he couldn't believe that he had seen that kind of swordsmanship with his own eyes.

In the rainy night, there was hardly a splash, but it didn't look like a ghost at all.

Her swordsmanship is light and natural, as natural as thunder and rolling rain, as natural as a continuous night rain.

It's as natural as breathing.