Guanggu, inner city.
The black robe folded his arms and looked coldly at the battles on the four city walls. Except for the north gate where it was still calm and there were only more than 10,000 black cavalry hiding in the large open square inside the city gate, the battles on the other three city walls had already begun.
The situation was intense, with the east city gates crumbling, and the south city fighting fiercely.
The barbican at the city gate has been breached, and thousands of armored warriors from the Beifu Army have established a solid front twenty or thirty steps inside the city gate and are advancing step by step.
Correspondingly, the sergeants of the Helan Division retreated step by step. From time to time, several soldiers with swords and guns rushed desperately towards the shield wall of the Beifu Army, trying to break the line of defense with one man's courage, but they often failed in succession.
The opponent's shield couldn't even be touched, so it was pierced by several long branches and turned into meat skewers, and turned into a corpse on the ground.
There were more than 300 corpses on the ground. Most of them were soldiers of the Helan tribe and soldiers of the Beifu army. They were pushing against the shield wall and holding long spears, and they were advancing step by step. Almost every step forward,
It's a corpse trampled on the ground.
The Beifu sergeants behind the shields, holding short spears, stabbed at the enemy corpses on the ground, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere. The small pits on the ground were already soaked with blood.
, and the military boots that stepped into these blood puddles had already been dyed bright red by the blood, and even the greaves of the calves were soaked in blood.
Helan Lu stood under the banner, and together with more than a hundred archers, kept firing arrows at the shield formation of the Beifu Army. However, these thick wooden shields were extremely strong, even at a distance of thirty or forty steps.
It is difficult to penetrate with an ordinary rifle bow. Almost all the shield surfaces are covered with arrows, just like arrow targets moving forward.
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Helan Lu roared loudly, and the archers changed their bows from straight shooting to upward shooting, raised their bows diagonally upwards, nocked the arrows, and fired. A rain of arrows rose into the sky, crossed the shield line in front, and then drilled down diagonally, pouring down.
About ten steps behind the shield formation.
There was a sound of arrows hitting iron, accompanied by more than a dozen slight muffled sounds. Three or four soldiers of the Beifu Army fell down after being shot in vital parts, and were quickly dragged back by their companions behind them.
As for the other sergeants who were hit by arrows, as long as they were not shot out of combat effectiveness, they still had the arrow shafts stuck in their bodies and continued to move forward. As they walked, they pulled out knives, daggers and other objects on their bodies and cut off the arrow shafts. Some of them were even brave.
Simply pull out the long arrow, throw it on the ground, and continue moving forward.
Helan Lu gritted his teeth, and a guard beside him said: "Sir, Wu'er's shield is strong and our armor cannot be broken by our bows and arrows. Do you want to use..."
Helan Lu raised his thick eyebrows: "The golden soup has been used up earlier, but I want to use it now. Keep shooting for me, and send more people to the city wall to occupy..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt the light in front of him dim. Two guards flew forward and stood in front of him, waving their round leather shields. There was a "ding dong" sound, and the two guards'
There were seven or eight arrows stuck on the shield, and the number of arrows in his body was no less than this. Along with the dozens of archers in this line, they all fell to the ground, and the big flag above Helan Lu's head, the flag
More than ten small holes were shot through the face, making it riddled with holes...
He Lanlu looked bitterly at the rooftop of the city tower opposite. At a distance of about a hundred paces, more than a hundred Beifu Army archers were bending their bows and setting arrows, taking advantage of the height advantage to shoot here. This round of arrow attacks just now
, it was shot from the top of the city. Xu Chite stood on the city gate, the bowstring in his hand was still shaking slightly, looking directly at Helan Lu under the banner, and his eyes were almost on fire.
, obviously, he was staring at Helan Lu and attacking just now. If it weren't for the two personal guards who were desperate to resist, Helan Lu would have fallen by now.
More personal guards held shields in front of He Lanlu, forming a human wall to protect him and quickly retreat back. The archers in front also followed suit and retreated. Many people simply retreated.
They turned to shoot at the Jin archers at the top of the city, but at this distance, they were shooting from low to high, and often the arrows fell one after another before they even reached the top of the city.
The walls of the Wengcheng have also entered the stage of close combat. The sergeants on other sections of the city wall, as well as the defenders on the Wengcheng, are frantically moving towards the Jin who has already established a foothold on the 200-meter section of the city wall.
The soldiers attacked and tried to drive them down the city.
Like the heavy armored infantry in Wengcheng, these Jin troops formed a shield formation and formed a line of defense on the five or six meter wide city wall. Forests of spears stretched forward to cover the third and fourth floors.
The shield, whether it was arrows or flying axes, could not form a breakthrough. The archers behind the shield could stand safely on the tower and form a condescending offensive against the Yan army in the urn city. With Helan Lu
They retreated and saw that the Yan army's defense line in Wengcheng was already crumbling and on the verge of collapse.
The black robe's face was calm and his eyes were calm. It seemed that he had expected this. Gongsun Wulou's voice sounded behind him: "National Master, are you looking for me?"
The black robe didn't even look back at him, and said coldly: "Gongsun Wulou, do you know your guilt?"
Gongsun Wulou was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "Master, I will follow your instructions and use those ruthless iron balls to kill a large number of Jin troops attacking the city, killing thousands of them.
I also guarded the front line of the ghost wall, but I don’t know what the crime is?”
The voice in the black robe became colder and colder, without any emotion: "Then you left your post without permission and took He Langang's men to rush towards the city gate in a self-righteous way, destroying our entire defense line. Is that also my instruction?"
Gongsun Wulou's face turned pale and he lay prone on the ground: "General, the general was anxious for a moment, thinking that the ghost wall was safe. When he saw that the Jin army had attacked the wall at the city gate, he wanted to
Help, it’s too late to ask the Imperial Master for instructions, so..."
The black robe pointed in the direction of the ghost wall. On the wall, dozens of Jin troops had already climbed onto the city. Several Yan army sergeants who had just gone up to fight were cut down and fell into the city. The big flag with the word "Jin" in it,
Also standing on the city wall, a cold light flashed in the black robe's eyes: "You left your post without permission and the position was lost. How do you want to die?!"
Gongsun Wulou had tears and runny nose this time: "Master, please consider that I am your most loyal disciple and slave. Please give me another chance. I am willing to lead the troops to counterattack. I will, I will
I will take back the ghost town for you. If I fail to fight back, I will never come back alive to see you!"
This chapter has been completed!