After attacking for three consecutive days, Chang'an still remained motionless.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Could it be that he couldn't win again this time?

"Wang Ji personally went to the city and commanded the defenders between swords and spears. Once a fierce battle broke out, Sima Fu gathered the young men in the city and advanced with spears, assassinating them both friendly and enemy..." Pang Qing read the report of the Xuanyi envoy.

Even though Wang Ji is old, why is he still so strong?

Sima Fu actually brought out the true nature of the Sima family.

Seeing that the weather is getting colder and colder, the clouds have been gathering since yesterday. If it rains or snows, it will be very disadvantageous for the attackers.

"Food! Where does the food in the city come from?" Yang Zheng asked.

"According to detailed reports, Sima Fu killed the last batch of war horses, and the defenders were grateful for this."

"What do the people in the city eat?" Yang Zheng asked the most pointed question.

If all the people starve to death, the defeat of Chang'an will be useless.

Pang Qing lowered his face and slowly uttered four words, "Digging in the ground and eating dead grass, bark, rats and ants... In addition, Sima Fu is also catching women and children..."

There was a roar, and a muffled sound came from the red clouds.

The ground shook so hard that my ears and heart felt extremely uncomfortable.

The howling of the cold wind became louder and louder, as if countless dead souls were howling.

Return or attack?

Yang Zheng couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.

Without a population, what's the use of Chang'an?

But if we retreat this time, we won’t have such a good opportunity next time.

When Sima Fu and Wang Ji take a breath, Guanzhong will turn into an iron plate again!

It's hard for everyone to deal with these days.

In fact, if it weren't for the lack of food in Chang'an this time, Yang Zheng would never have this opportunity.

Every day that passes, Sima Zhao's power regains one point.

It's difficult now, and it will only be harder in the future.

The current situation will lead to a brighter future, but a step back will lead to disaster!

"Send the order to intensify the attack on the city, without stopping for a moment, and then order Zhang Te to defend the city. I will go into battle in person! Chang'an, I will take it." Yang Zheng shot the gun and stood up.

Chang'an is made of iron, but it needs to be melted.

All the generals in the tent knelt down on one knee and said, "I am willing to die for you!"

There is no shortage of life-threatening people in the Northwest.

Back then, the Qiang people rose up barefoot and brought down the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The sound of the war drums became louder and louder.

A stick with the word "Yang" in it was erected under the East City. Occasionally, a sparse rain of arrows was nailed in front of the stick.

The trebuchets on the city had long been destroyed by cannon stones and kerosene fired from the mountains.

The cold wind howled, and drops of ice rain fell.

It was obvious that the defenders on the city wall looked much more relaxed. They probably thought that the city had been defended.

Yang Zheng stood in the cold wind and rain, wearing armor and holding a sword, "Chang'an is my Chang'an, all the troops should take it for me!"

"Take it! Take it!" the soldiers were the first to shout.

Then all the soldiers shouted wildly.

Liu Heng and Lin Sen led five hundred of the most courageous personal guards, all wearing double armor. Except for Liu Heng, everyone had a short spear. "If Chang'an is not broken, I, Liu Heng, will be the first to die on the city wall!"

Or call it a spear.

This object has been around for a long time. It is about eight feet tall. It is more flexible than a spear and less labor-intensive than a ring-shaped sword. It is more suitable for the narrow terrain on the city wall.

The soldier only needs to thrust forward in one movement.

There are only a few of them in use, and they have never been through the war, so they have to be taken out now.

Meng Guanze followed closely behind with five hundred crossbowmen.

The rest of Ma Xun, Meng Fei and others also had a look of death on their faces.

Wen Yang looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

If Zhuge Dan had this intention to die, how could Sima Zhao succeed?

Shouchun City was destroyed not because of how powerful Sima Zhao was, but because Zhuge Dan made repeated mistakes and even his cronies left him.

People are forced out.

Yang Zheng had finally seen how vicious Sima Fu was.

I would rather the whole city be buried with Sima than give myself an advantage.

"Attack the city!" Yang Zheng pulled out the sword from his waist and roared angrily.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of powerful drums and footsteps are superimposed.

This time there was no shouting.

In the cold wind and icy rain, Liangzhou soldiers moved forward in silence one by one.

The icy rain was getting heavier and heavier, mixed with snow, and hitting people's faces like knives, but the soldiers did not hesitate in their steps.

The defenders on the city wall looked at everything below the city in disbelief.

In this kind of weather, we actually have to attack the city.

The cold wind and ice rain on the city wall was stronger than that on the city walls, and many people's hands holding knives were numb from the cold.

But with a shrill cry, "Defend the city!"

Only then did the defenders wake up, and each of them bent their bows, nocked arrows, and raised their spears.

God is fair.

It's cold below the city, and even colder above the city.

Those who have not experienced the bitter cold in the northwest will not know how cold this era is.

The defenders could not even draw their crossbows, and many spears could not be held and fell directly under the city.

They also fought fiercely for several days, and the young man who was short of clothes was exhausted.

In terms of logistics, the Liangzhou Army has a certain advantage.

The sheepskin jacket and leather shoes were sent over by Du Yu a month ago.

This ice rain actually became one of the advantages of the Liangzhou Army.

"kill!"

Liu Heng was carrying a mace and was carried by two soldiers on the long ladder. He jumped up and took the lead in scaling the city wall.

Sweeping the mace, within five steps, if it is scratched, it will hurt, and if it touches it, it will die.

A gap opened in the city wall, and the soldiers behind him took the opportunity to rush forward.

At this time, the defenders also realized that this Liang army was unusual. More than a dozen spears were pushed towards him, the machine made a yellow sound, and the young man who didn't even have leather armor fell down in response.

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Meng Guan's repeating crossbowman saved his life.

Liu Heng's eyes turned red as he picked up the mace and charged into the enemy jungle.

If we really talk about martial arts, Liu Heng may only be considered a second-rate commodity, but with his divine power, a mace, and heavy armor, he is like a god of murder in front of the pawns.

Under the wide opening and closing, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

It seems that all the strength in one body will never be used up.

Five hundred soldiers guarded the left and right, spears thrust out like lightning and retracted like lightning, which were both flexible and full of lethality.

Many times, a small change is enough to subvert a lot of things.

Just like the sword replaced the sword on the battlefield, like the emergence of stirrups, saddles, and horseshoes...

Wherever they go, there will be a bloody storm.

"Sima Laoer, come and die!" Liu Heng shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder.

There was a brief silence on the city wall, as if all the fighting was shaken by his evil aura and murderous intent.

But it also attracted powerful enemies.

Under the city, Yang Zheng only saw Liu Heng roaring before being drowned among the enemy soldiers.
To be continued...