As the guard on the castle tower gave the order, "Whoosh!", thousands of arrows shot out like meteors, and suddenly, the hundreds of chaotic people who rushed to the front row struggled and fell.

Behind them, there was a trace of fear in the eyes of the rebels who followed them, and they instinctively wanted to hide back, but the rioters were surging like a tide, how could they return?

On the city wall, Ye Zheng seemed to be able to hear the cries for help from the people downstairs in the city.

"General, save me! I'm from Song!"

"Who's going to save me? I've been shot!"

"General, shoot an arrow at me! I won't be willing to make a meat shield for these golden soldiers even if I die!"

Ye Zheng closed his eyes in pain, but he couldn't give the order to stop archery, because behind him was Bianliang, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, which contained millions of Bianliang people and dignitaries, and even His Majesty the Emperor.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!" Ye Zheng could only hiss and shouted, in order to distract the pain in his heart, so the arrows of the defenders rained down even faster.

Under the city tower, outside the moat, the corpses that fell to the ground were instantly annihilated in the flood-like black flow of people, and the crowd that was driven couldn't help but rush towards the mouth of the city gate suspension bridge. The arrows on the head of the city are like locusts, and the people under the walls are like ants. A rain of arrows poured down, and hundreds of people fell to the ground with unwilling eyes, and then they were crushed into dust.

On the battlefield, Zong Han, the general of the Jin soldiers, and Zong Wang watched the massacre under Bianliang City from afar, and they had completed the combat deployment.

Zong Han completely tore off his wolfskin coat, threw it on the ground, and rode his war horse past his cavalry.

Here, not counting the infantry and the soldiers and horses collected from the Liao State and the Khitan State, there are more than 10,000 iron cavalry of the Jin State alone.

The golden soldiers are less than 10,000, and they are invincible.

This is the iron law drawn when the Jin State fought with the Khitan and the Liao State, and now that these cavalry have 10,000 horsemen, Zong Han is sure that they will be a nightmare for the world!

Their horsewhips, once between the white mountains and black waters, whipped the Khitan who was powerful and blessed on their heads.

Their sabers had defeated the Liao army, which was dozens of times their size, and the emperor of the Liao trembled under their swords.

And today, their horses' hooves are about to break through Bianliang, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, thinking that Bianliang City will soon become a powerless girl at their mercy in front of them, thinking of the countless treasures in Bianliang City, and thinking of the girl whose skin is as smooth as silk in Bianliang City.

Zong Han, Zong Wang, and the Jin soldiers under them only felt as if there was a flame burning in their hearts.

Ahead, the battle continued, the rebels had reached the moat, and the bridge at the gate of the city had been hoisted high, so many of the rioters who were driven came to the moat, but there was nowhere to stay, so they could only be pushed and shoved into the river by the people behind, and fluttered and struggled in the moat.

Of course, many people who were driven began to build wooden bridges and pontoon bridges over the moat under the persecution of the Jin soldiers.

Soon, after paying countless casualties, the wooden bridge was erected, and under the suppression of the archers of the Jin State, the infantry of the Jin State had begun to attack in turn, they carried the prisoners of the Liao State and the Song State to the cloud ladder made by the craftsmen, rushed the chariot, like the waves of the sea, rushed across the wooden bridge, cut the rope of the suspension bridge at the gate of the city, and then continued to pounce on Bianliang City.

"Jintang, roll wood ready!" Ye Zheng shouted loudly.

Finally, when the golden ladder was erected on the city wall, Ye Zheng shouted: "Release!"

Suddenly, countless steaming and stenching golden soup was splashed under the city wall by the defenders on the city wall, braving the sharp arrows of the archers of the Jin Kingdom.

Another defender carried a boulder and threw it down at the golden soldiers who were climbing upward.

The screams came from time to time, some of the roars came from the wounded Jin soldiers under the city, and some were from the soldiers on the city wall who were wounded by the archers of the Jin Kingdom, and the sound was like the wail of the devil in the region, terrible and desperate.

"Kill!"

"Knock open the gate of the Song people!"

"Make a way for the cavalry!"

The Jin soldiers pushing the rushing cart were almost crazy, ignoring the sharp arrows of the defenders, ignoring their own life and death, and vowed to crash through the gates of Bianliang and open the way for the iron horsemen of the Jin Kingdom.

In comparison, the Song army defending the city is undoubtedly a lot more unbearable, the border soldiers who withdrew at Yanmen Pass, after a long time on the battlefield, can also maintain calm, those who guard the forbidden army of Bianliang, can also barely maintain the attack on the enemy army under the city wall, as for some other Hunan troops and the like, but they can only lie low under the battlements, trembling, countless years of emphasis on literature and light on martial arts, the disadvantages of abolishing the national policy of martial arts have appeared at this moment.

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

The battle continued, and the explosion of gunpowder resounded on the castle tower, and each explosion would make one fanatical Jin warrior after another shout.

They were like the most primitive and crazy beasts, blood pouring down their cheeks and soaking their braids.

Killing boiled in their hearts, making the eyes of these golden soldiers scarlet, like a tiger who was crazy about choosing people and devouring them, and their hands kept shaking with excitement, which was the ** of conquest singing.

The twisting and frantic shouts drove the whole team into a frenzy.

And just above the battlefield where the two sides are fighting, several drones disguised as flying birds are hovering low, filming the bloodiest and cold-blooded siege battle in ancient times.

At the same time, these images were simultaneously transmitted to the base in the mountains more than 150 miles away.

Immediately afterwards, with Jin Ye's permission, these battle scenes were projected onto the curtain by various restaurants.

With the real-time broadcast of battlefield images, no one in those southern cities doubted whether the Jin soldiers were really coming.

Similarly, in the face of the danger of losing the country, although the diners who came to watch the war were very curious about the projection equipment, the Song people were different from the Qing people who were educated by the foolish people, and they were still very receptive to new things when they were commercially developed.

In the base, Ruthless was also looking at the battle situation on the scene, like an iceberg, his face finally showed a complex expression, there were entanglements, struggles, and pain.

"I ...... We...... Attack!" finally ruthlessly spoke, as if he had used all his strength.

"Soon, soon, when the golden soldiers break through the city wall, we will do it, and at this time, we will inevitably have to waste our hands and feet in the future. Jin Ye said, for the Chinese people, Jin Ye is unwilling to use enslavement, immortal methods to confuse the mind, and even the means of slaughter, so in order to facilitate his future rule, Jin Ye will inevitably have to choose the timing of his actions, and he doesn't want to spend his energy on suppressing rebellions in the future.

"But there are people dying all the time, and those who are dying are Song people, our compatriots. And once the Jin soldiers invade Bianliang City, how many people will die under their swords?" said ruthlessly.

"Heaven is constant, and the Song Dynasty has been destined to be like this since the day it abolished martial arts. Jin Ye said.

seemed to think of the experience of his Sheng family being Zhao Ji's abandoned son, and his ruthless emotions were a little out of control and said: "But...... The policy of emphasizing civility over military force is...... Emperor...... They decided, why...... They...... All mistakes must be used by others...... Lives to make amends! This is the case with my family, these people...... That's right!"