The art of siege is expensive in the speed of God, and it is the strategy of the Xiliang army to make up for the disadvantage of the terrain with more strikes. The so-called tactics are nothing more than anticipating the enemy's planes first and adapting to changes on the fly, the impermanence of the army, the impermanence of the water, the art of war is that the dead are alive, and the best policy is to learn and apply them lively. The city walls of Liangzhou City are too thick, the giant wooden iron mallet is also unbreakable, and most of the hundreds of rushing vehicles are also used as cover, and the head of the city is high above the sword soldiers, and the Xiliang soldiers also shoot at it with bows.

Only twenty or thirty zhang, the crossbow arrows were swift and sharp, and they fell on the head of the city like a storm, and under the cover of the archers in iron helmets and heavy armor, thousands of cloud ladders climbed to the head of the city. Sergeants of Longjing were generally well prepared, usually with heavy armor and strong armor, and they were unscathed even if they were armed with arrows, or they shot at them with bows, or threw stones to deal heavy blows. The stones are very ordinary, but here they are extremely powerful killing weapons, there is no shortage of stones in Liangzhou City, with 10,000 against 100,000, Long Jingjun has the same advantage.

The deafening sound of rushing and killing never stopped, and the tide-like Xiliang warriors brandished axes, swords, and guns were about to rush to the top of the city, and the high cloud ladder that was obliquely placed on the soft armor and leather of the warriors hula and attacked it, and the ladder was overwhelmed, and it creaked and trembled as if it was moaning. There are those who have armor and no helmets, and there are those who are open-chested and bare-chested, which is originally a crowd tactic, and it is also the simplest and most effective way to play. It is only like this, losing its speed and losing its profit, and using the accumulation of life to fight for victory, which is the price of siege.

Liangzhou City is not easy to fight.

But no one is a fool, flesh but not reckless, and this is not a senseless sacrifice.

Brother Chen Ping said that this time, it was only tentative.

Fang Yin had nothing to say, using the lives of 100,000 people to test whether the city wall was hard or not, the Xiliang army was really generous.

Chen Ping had already left, yawned and left, saying that Captain Chen was not on duty today.

Having said that, if you want Fang Yin to see it yourself, you can go around.

The iron-blooded killing field is just a child's play, maybe he is used to seeing this kind of scene.

Maybe he's just average, and he can't bear to look at it.

The battle up and down the southern city wall should end earlier, because Wu Chan, Wu Zen monk was completely shocked with his crazy performance, and he completely conquered everyone in the city and under the city! The people in the city are laughing, the people in the city are stupid, there are only dozens of ladder trucks left, and then rushing and killing again is tantamount to death, the numerical advantage has been lost, and it is impossible to advance or retreat.

The war drums of the southern military camp beat in unison, and the sound was so dense and so rapid that the sergeants under the city retreated like a tide, and dozens of cloud ladders were abandoned, leaving the ground full of chaos. It was the White Black Banner, the people and horses of the Prince of Rabble, not to mention that they were disgraced if they lost their armor, and they ended up with a big defeat and a shameless loss. It is precisely the blessings and misfortunes that rely on each other, and the soldiers under the Prince of Rabble are defeated and retreated at the earliest, and the number of losses is the least, and there is no one person, which is enough to affect the battle situation.

Of course, this is only one of the battles.

This is a good way, the right thing Wu Chan will definitely do, and insist: "Smash, smash, rush, kill-" Wu Chan held a big stone high and rushed to the southwest of the city, ready to concoct the same method to smash the car to save people: "Dodge! Dodge! Wow, yes, I'm coming!" A bald head reflects the sun, and his strong arms are straight to the sky, no matter when Wu Zen is different: "Wow, yes, yes!" There was a thud, and the boulder fell to the ground and hit Wuzen's foot: "Ahh

Wu Chan was unconscious, and Wu Chan stood on the spot again, and the gray monk's clothes loomed in the blazing fire.

This side is different, and it's too late to come without Zen.

At that time, the tung oil poured down the flames and soared into the air, the gray-black road smoke rose to the sky, the red tongue of fire swept the sky and raged endlessly, and the scorching heat wave rolled in and burned the skin! The eyes were fragile, the eyes were blurred, the high ladder burned like a strong fire dragon, and the city in the west was already a pile of bones and scorched black! The heart was fragile, tears fell again, the flames engulfed the cars one by one, and the shouts and screams fell with the rolling figures, and the scene was tragic and bloody and lively:" Fire, fire, fire—"

Wuzen lost his mind and muttered, "Burn, burn, burn." ”

At that time, a thousand spears stabbed, and Wu Zen saw dozens of Xiliang warriors being stabbed through by sharp spears in one fell swoop, and the people fell one after another, and their bodies were still on fire. The ladder is made of iron ploughshare, which is extremely hard and difficult to break, so the Longjing soldiers poured oil on the fire and corresponded with spears and halberds. The Xiliang army suffered heavy losses, and thousands of people have died under the city, compared to the fact that the defending side still has a big advantage, which can be said to be a huge overwhelming advantage, just because of the strong and tall stone city under the feet: "Incense, incense, good incense!"

No one pays attention to the absence of Zen, and the absence of Zen feels so fragrant, the smell of such a fragrance.

The smell of wood, the smell of oil, the smell of clothes, the smell of smoke, and the smell of people: "Sizzle-"

It is the fragrance of the meat, and it turns out that the human flesh is cooked, and it is also very fragrant.

"Hah!" This is an evil idea, and Muzen is scared by himself!

What's even more evil is that Wu Chan actually feels hungry, and what is even more evil is that Wu Chan actually drools: "Brother Fang Yin-Brother Fang Yin-" This is a sin, an unforgivable sin, Wu Chan was beaten to the eighteen layers of hell by thunder that day: "Sister Peony - Sister Peony-" Wuchan ran away, crying and shouting and ran away, and when he ran away, Wuzen also had an extremely evil and inhuman thought in his heart:" Uncle Taishi said that chicken, duck, and fish meat can be eaten without Zen, so can human meat be eaten without Zen?"

This is not only the case in the west of the city, but also in the north and east of the city.

Running to the south of the city, the army was cleaned, the city was very quiet, and the city was dead silent.

No one is laughing, it's not funny.

The strange thing is that Wuchan can't find Brother Fang Yin and Sister Peony, Wuchan looked blankly, that corner was empty.

Rushing to the east of the city, the tragedy repeats itself, the war is barbecuing wantonly, and the evil fragrance enters the nose.

"Brother Fang Yin-Sister Peony-Woo! Woo ――――――――――――――――――"

Eyes without relatives, lonely and helpless, Wuzen is very pitiful, Wuzen can no longer find the north.

The big waves wash the sand, and the three of them become tigers, but they are just three paper tigers.

Including non-Zen.

Of course, the monk Wuzen was fine, Wuchan just felt hungry, and Daoist Fang had already vomited: "Vomit!

Splinters!

"Spit it up! You shit, nasty!" In fact, Daoist Fang was still angry, because the Peony God was already about to pee his pants: "Hey, don't peek!"

Splinters!

Two people, in the northeast corner, Daoist Fang bent over and vomited as a cover, and the peony god squatted in the middle of the ditch and relieved a small hand.

It's evil, evil smells.