The name Tie Yan is somewhat familiar, but Li Wenshuo thought about it for a long time, and he didn't associate this rather brave barbarian general with that immature boy.

The memories of three years ago are like cicadas, running away with the bleak autumn wind, and I don't know where I got lost for a long time.

Just tonight, Li Wenshuo saw Wang Li again, on his way back to the tent, walking alone, coughing lightly twice, as if he was injured.

Who can hurt Wang Li?

There are many answers, but Li Wenshuo couldn't think of it for the time being, and then he didn't have time to think about it, that is, he received a lot of military orders.

Also in the afternoon of the next day, the barbarian army was dispatched, and countless cavalry rushed towards the camp like a tide.

Coincidentally, today's large camp is also on full alert, as early as when the enemy's horses' hooves have not yet sounded, one after another military orders came out from the camp tent where Wang Li disappeared in the center.

When they arrived at the upper floor of the wooden city, the whole army was on guard, and three or five people gathered in a group, carrying knives and carrying bows, and the details were extremely detailed.

The enemy army was 500 paces, the archers released arrows, and tens of thousands of cavalry bathed in the rain of arrows, raising the round shield in their hands obliquely, and when they rushed to 300 steps away from the wooden city tower, the rain of arrows just fell.

At the same time, countless horses stepped on the tiny holes in the ground, breaking their legs, and the knights on the horses fell to the ground, or were crushed to death by their dear horses, or trampled to death by their companions who did not have any stopping momentum behind them.

In just an instant, an unknown number of people died within a few hundred paces.

The high speed of the war horse made Liyang's sergeant only able to shoot the second wave of bows and arrows, and the enemy arrived in front of them, and then stopped in front of them was a deep and three-zhang wide horse rejection ditch.

On weekdays, Liyang went out to fight by a wide wooden bridge on the ditch, and only a few dozen people could rush out at a time, but now the wooden bridge is splashed with fire oil and is annihilated in a raging fire.

Wu Qien really deserves to be an expert in defense, and after digging out these things in front of the formation, he no longer has the mind to go out of the formation, and strives to let the battle start all the traps he prepared for the enemy.

In addition, the dispatch of the soldiers on the upper floor of the wooden city was all handed over to Wang Li's command at this time.

Although he is famous for his defense, he will never be arrogant enough to think that his skills can be compared to this Liyang military god.

Even in the art of war, even in the previously lost Daliang City, the black-faced general he didn't like was above him.

Therefore, he was also very puzzled, so he believed even more in the information from the mouths of those few soldiers who fled from Daliang City and a few prisoners.

The position of the large camp is three feet higher than the place where the barbarian camp is located, and the defense has been tight these days, and it is also a place where the enemy scouts have no chance to get close to the large camp within 300 paces.

So, it wasn't until recently that the cavalry discovered that there was a deep ditch here.

But the horses could not stop, and after hundreds of horsemen had rushed into the pit and fallen into Muggles, the remaining cavalry had no choice but to continue to spur their horses and try to jump out of the pit.

But the three-zhang wide pit, even the fierce monsters on the grassland can't jump over, this kind of behavior is really a last resort.

At this distance, the archers behind the wooden tower continued to shoot arrows, and hundreds of soldiers with wooden spears also threw out the spears in their hands, and they had to shoot ten zhang away from the wind, and easily fell to the back of the earthen ditch.

Just when dozens of cavalry riding on fire rushed across the wooden bridge, there was a creak, and the dry wooden bridge finally could not withstand the double torture of trampling and fire of thousands of pounds of war horses, and broke off.

At the same time, the barbarian counterattack began, and when they found this, they no longer rushed at all, and the cavalry archers had already made a swift circle to the flank, drawing their bows and arrows, and three hundred paces away they had shot them into the camp.

Obviously, there are also extremely shrewd commanders in the enemy army.

The wooden castle tower was originally designed to resist cavalry, but in the face of bows and arrows, the soldiers behind the castle tower only had to lower their bodies to be able to dodge most of the bows and arrows.

Although there were still many people who were hit by arrows, and even the centurion who commanded was shot through the throat by a cold iron arrow when he waved the command flag, compared to the barbarians, the losses on Liyang's side were much less after all.

There were no cavalry horses, and some of them survived, and climbed up from the bottom of the ditch with the corpses of their horses and companions, and slowly, there were more and more such people.

Because there were too many corpses in the pit, it was no longer as deep as before, and although it was also not suitable for running horses, countless tribal warriors with wooden shields and scimitars in their hands rushed over the pit.

As they approached the wooden tower, numerous spears poked out of the loose gaps in the middle of the wood, stabbing the soldiers who tried to climb the tower.

Slowly, the front end of the bow and arrow shot by the enemy gradually brought flames, but it was useless, the wooden castle tower was poured with water in advance, and without fire oil, it would not burn at all in a short time.

The siege was extremely tragic, and the world before us was spent in corpses, blood, and flames.

When fighting, I couldn't hear anything but the sound of roars and swords clashing.

This is Li Wenshuo's most intuitive feeling.

The Jianghu Great Righteous Battalion was divided into three batches, constantly rotated, and was responsible for guarding the most central gate.

Although there are relatively few bows and arrows in this section, there are also the most people rushing up, and there is no shortage of masters whose strength is close to the realm of Xianfeng during the period, without the restraint of war horses, the long ditch can't stop them at all, just stomp their feet to be able to jump over.

What really threatens them is the rain of arrows overhead, but it is this rain of arrows, and there is always a very obvious gap between each wave.

Li Wenshuo was one person and one sword, guarding behind the wooden door, but whenever he saw anything that could move, he cut it into two with a sword, just a few zhang square, and after a while, it became a tragic Shura field.

The pressure on the soldiers above the head is also not small, and those who can rush up to the wooden castle tower are not only extremely lucky, but can pass through the rain of arrows and trenches, and their own means are also extremely good.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that the brothers of the Jianghu Great Righteous Camp are not familiar with the organs of the Muchenglou.

The tragedy continued throughout the afternoon.

When the sunset had risen on the blood-stained tower, the enemy had finally retreated after leaving behind thousands of corpses.

It was later estimated that the enemy had suffered at least 3,000 casualties, while only a few hundred had died on Liyang's side, and judging by the battle damage, this was undoubtedly a big victory, and everyone was happy.

But there will only be one such victory, and the next time, the enemy will not stupidly attack head-on, you know, the cavalry is highly mobile.

And there are not so many wooden city towers on the side of Beidaying, so they can only defend in the direction of the north, and several wooden city towers have been damaged in this battle, and they have been split into firewood by the Huotou army, which is used to stew mutton soup for everyone.

Even on the front, there are now several noticeable gaps.

It is conceivable that when the enemy comes to attack the next time, I don't know how many, and the brothers who are still sitting next to them and bragging together will close their eyes forever.

There is no way, there is always someone to die in the war.

This time, only thirty-five people died in the Great Righteous Battalion, which was much smaller than the last attack on the military town.

Everyone is talking about the joy of victory, as well as how many people he has killed, how many military exploits he has made, and what he can do when he returns home.

As soon as they glanced at the gate, they deeply remembered this so-called master who had only heard in stories before.

Where the blood has curdled into pulp.

It is said that more than 300 barbarians died directly at his hands.

Li Wenshuo surprisingly did not wash up with the soldiers, diluted some of the bloody smell on his body with clear and cold well water, and was alone, guarding an iron pot on the fire, stewing two catties of mutton and haggis in the pot, and seriously opening his own small stove.

As for the discussion of the soldiers, Li Wenshuo didn't care, if he still had to deal with the so-called masters of a dozen or so people who rushed over sporadically from time to time, and he still had to be in a hurry, Shangguan Yu in the sky estimated that he would come back angrily and hack him to death with a sword, saving him the face of the old man.

The decision to guard the city gate was not made by Li Wenshuo, but Wang Li, who is also a member of the martial arts list, obviously understands how much strength Li Wenshuo has better than others.

For Wang Li, although Li Wenshuo has a lot of doubts, but on the battlefield, he trusts his back to the other party very much, and completes the other party's orders extremely perfectly, without the slightest discount.

But at this time, Li Wenshuo didn't want to think about this, sat on a square big bluestone, and poured all his thoughts on this mutton soup.