A personal soldier risked his life to snatch the Mon-Ming Hu out, but at this time he had already vented more than he was inhaled and could not survive. The personal soldier organized several people to carry the Mon-Ming Hu, who had not yet died, and said to Liu Jinzhong in a crying voice: "General, you can't fight like this anymore. More than three thousand brothers have died in battle. This Cao Shuai clearly used us to fill in the pit. Even if he died, he couldn't die like this!"

Liu Jinzhong looked at the one-eyed tiger with red eyes. He kicked the man to the ground with one foot, and roared: "If you dare to disrupt our morale, I will strip you alive. Press all the remaining people up to me. Don't come back to see me if you don't break through the second line of defense."

The personal soldier laughed anxiously. "Okay, okay, my life was saved by Brother Hu. In order to avenge him, I never care about the six and a half pounds on my neck. I am not afraid of death, but my brothers are afraid of death. General, you can't watch all the brothers die here!"

Liu Jinzhong was furious and was about to pull out his long sword and chop him.

But the personal soldier basically pulled out his waist knife at the same time, but he did not look at Liu Jinzhong, but turned back and shouted loudly: "Brothers, you guys, follow me to rush up and kill these official bastards." After that, he rushed forward without any hesitation, and disappeared into the shouts of killing.

Liu Jinzhong's eyes twitched, his hands drooped weakly, his body shook for a few times, and he almost fell down.

His confidant, also his aide, Ma Qiyuan, quickly stepped forward and held him tightly and said, "General, this is not the time to be a woman's kindness. Once Cao Zheng found that our army had spare strength, he would most likely annex us directly on the grounds that our army had a private connection with the official army."

Liu Jinzhong calmed down, stood up straight, waved his hand and said, "I know the matter is slow and serious. But as Xiao Liuzi said, brothers cannot die in vain. You send someone to carry Hu Zi's body to see Yang Chengzu and ask him to send troops to reinforce immediately. If he was still like before, just want to watch our army fight desperately in front of him. You can just carry him to Cao Shuai's central army tent. I want to see how he will control his generals when he saw it."

Ma Qiyuan smiled and said, "The general has a solution, I'll go now."

Liu Jinzhong waved his hand and looked forward again, his eyes full of blood.

Yang Chengzu looked at the corpse of the one-eyed tiger placed directly in front of him, and Ma Qiyuan who was standing there angry, with a slightly ugly face. He knew that the one-eyed tiger and Ma Qiyuan, Wu and Wen were Liu Jinzhong's right-hand arm. At this time, one was already lying on the ground, while the other pointed the finger at his own desperate attempt to save him.

He was the number one general under Luo Rucai, not the number one strategist. He always cared about his brotherly loyalty. What he did to cheat his brother was indeed not what he was good at. Faced with Ma Qiyuan's rebuke, he couldn't even say a word to defend his own army.

"General Yang, when you are hesitating, I don't know how many brothers our army have died. Since you can't make the decision, I will carry the corpse of the one-eyed tiger to find the general. I want me to ask him if he has to wait until all our army dies before sending troops to support him. Is it only our army's business to break through the siege of the official army?"

Yang Chengzu laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Ma, don't you be so anxious? The three derricks have been pushed up. Are the archers on it already supporting General Liu? As long as they can reach the wall smoothly, I will let all my brothers press on as soon as possible."

Ma Qiyuan sneered: "Then I want to thank the general, I just don't know how many living people will be left in our army by then. Let's carry the tiger's body and go directly to the general."

Yang Chengzu was anxious and hurried forward to pull Ma Qiyuan's sleeve, hesitated for a moment, saying, "Mr. Ma. I will send reinforcements now. Come! Come, let two thousand brothers come forward immediately to help General Liu break through the official army."

Zhou Xian was still standing where the crossbow arrows were shot just now. It was not that he was not afraid of danger, but that the terrain here was high and he could see the overall situation of the entire battlefield. As for some crossbow arrows, he believed that he could dodge in time with his quick reaction. As for the crossbow arrow formation, he really didn't think that the enemy would waste these on him alone.

The offensive of the peasant army increased a lot, and two thousand soldiers were invested in the front line alone, and nearly a thousand aid soldiers were behind.

The three derricks had been pushed to the edge of the wall, and the archers above took advantage of their height to sprinkle a rain of arrows on the official army on the wall. Behind the derrick, countless swords and shields climbed up the simple ladder. They blew smoke, broke through the flames, jumped down from the derrick, and fought with the official army on the wall.

Because there is a platform on the top of the derrick, they can go up much faster than climbing up from the ladder. In just one stick of incense, nearly a hundred peasant troops gathered on the wall. They gathered together, supported outside with shields, and slashed with guns and bayonets, trying their best to maintain a hard-earned position.

Zhou Xian knew in his heart that this kind of derrick was made of simple construction, and as long as a fire lasted for half an hour, it could completely burn it apart. But this time he was marching in a hurry and did not carry any tincture oil. It was just a dream to burn them completely with those rockets.

Although the soldiers on the wall had been throwing stones down before, they tried to stop them from moving forward, but they only slightly delayed their speed, and finally reached the wall, and the initial height advantage of the government army was gradually lost.

Zhou Xianyao saw Cao Zhiyao at any time. He looked embarrassed and cruel. He had long lost his helmet, and his head was covered in messy hair. His body was covered with blood, not sure whether it was his or the enemy's. His face was as dark as if he had crawled out of a boiler. He held two long swords with both hands, and shouted loudly while chopping the enemy wildly, as if he was commanding the soldiers.

A shot was stabbed in the diagonally, and blood burst out from Cao Zhiyao's left shoulder. Zhou Xian could even hear his screams vaguely among the chaos, and his heart couldn't help but feel tight. But then he felt relieved again, because he turned his right hand and waved his knife upwards, cutting off the spear head. The personal soldier next to him shouted and stabbed the peasant army to death.

Cao Zhiyao's left hand was unable to sag, while his right hand continued to slash with a knife, his mouth wide open. Judging from his mouth shape, he should be directing the soldiers forward. It seemed that the injured left arm had not affected him at all.

The injury will not last long, this is the conclusion of the army. Cao Zhiyao, like the line of defense he was seeing, it was only a matter of time before he fell. Last night, when the official army was busy strengthening the camp, the peasant army was not idle either. They used this time to build these derricks. If they were not dealt with, the third line of defense would probably not be able to withstand much time.
Chapter completed!