The wind blew the leaves flipping and trembling. Under the swaying treetops, Chen Yuan frowned slightly and watched, except for the cavalry, four thousand-man formations slowly moved along with Chen Qingzhi's voice to start the battle.
"Such courage, alas." Chen Yuan sighed. If he hadn't been a monk, he probably wouldn't have stood there and charged against the towering city wall with a group of soldiers.
In this area, war drums were beating again. Strong, shirtless soldiers stood on several chariots and beat the drums rhythmically.
Boom!
Boom!
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The sound of booming footsteps marched forward in an orderly manner accompanied by the beat of drums. Rows and rows of Liang Jun infantry gritted their teeth, slightly opened their lips and breathed out long. Some even had their teeth clicking.
Around the fourth formation, there were soldiers carrying ladders. Most of them were strong and fast. Looking at the approaching city wall, bloodshot eyes immediately filled their eyes. Every step they took was firm.
"Prepare!"
Seeing that he was approaching the range of arrows on the city wall, Chen Qingzhi let out a low roar, and ordered his cavalry to rush into the formations, shouting, and issuing orders layer by layer. The shield soldiers in front of the formation were tilted upwards, blocking himself and his comrades behind him.
Chen Qingzhi, who was in the center of the four formations, seemed to have an illusion. He turned his head and looked at the forest in the distance. After a moment, he turned back and loosened his clenched teeth.
The moment you step into a stone's throw away.
He shouted: "Siege the city!"
The wilderness boiled like boiling oil splashed into cold water. The archers quickly stepped forward and unstrung their bowstrings. Countless arrows flew towards the city tower, crackling and nailing the large erected shields, or hitting the wall stacks, splashing some stone chips and falling down the city.
Heads, and more flew into the shield, splashing countless blood.
At the moment when the arrow rain was suppressed, the four thousand Liang Army infantry in the field suddenly withdrew their shields and ran towards the city root. Amid the torrent, Chen Qingzhi rode a white horse and charged forward. From time to time, he drew his bow and shot an arrow accurately.
The nail was stuck in the gap between the two large shields, and some Wei soldiers immediately covered their eyes and let out a shrill scream.
"Quick! Build a ladder!" Chen Qingzhi quickly shot a few arrows, lowered his long bow and shouted.
At this time, the rain of arrows like locusts on the city tower also fell down, and the black mass was thrown down the city wall, landing on the shield wall that had been arranged. Each shield soldier held a large shield on his head, and bowed quickly under cover.
The comrades walking by all heard a tinkling sound in their ears.
Some people shouted, some people screamed and fell down after being hit by arrows. The Liang soldiers who rushed to take the place of their fallen companions, supported the erected ladder and slammed it against the city wall, pulled it up, and buckled the strong claws into the wall.
Brick, almost at the same time, ladders were placed one by one on most of the city, and Liang Jun, like a swarm of ants, crazily climbed along the ladders.
"kill!"
Chen Qingzhi held the White Dragon Sword horizontally in his mouth and quickly climbed up with the soldiers in front. From time to time, figures beside him fell down while dragging and screaming.
There was already a massacre above.
Two long hairs pierced the Liang Pawn who had climbed up the wall and pushed him down the wall. The companions behind dodged the corpse, jumped off the wall and rushed towards the spear array with their swords. They waved like crazy, constantly moving left and right.
Move around, open as much as possible, and avoid the stabbing spear tip. The Wei soldiers on the opposite side are also shouting crazily. The spears are also stabbing wildly with patches of cold light, nailing the crazy Liang Bing to the ground. The second, third
A Liang soldier followed closely. Someone pulled up the bleeding corpse on the ground and pushed it into the forest of guns. Then he stabbed the Wei soldier who was shaken by the corpse with a knife, pushed the knife handle and pushed forward with all his strength.
"Ahhhh——"
With a hysterical roar, and with the ferocity of a Liang pawn, he threw himself directly into the opponent's gun forest, using his body to smash the opponent's formation to pieces.
"Drive them off!"
"Archer! Order the archer to shoot the Liang soldiers on the ladder!"
Yuan Xianggong was already prepared, but when he saw Liang Jun's madness, he was startled. He led his soldiers to urge or issue orders, and the soldiers rushed around one by one.
"What's going on over there, Your Highness? Why are there so many Liang Jun troops? Two teams are coming over here for reinforcements!"
On the section of wall he pointed to, there were actually two aerial ladders with hundreds of Liang soldiers standing at the top of the city. Wang Yuanqing of Xi'a was also struggling to command the generals and soldiers to resist. Stepping on the sticky blood on the ground, he suddenly saw a figure dressed in white exposed.
When he reached the top of the city, he pointed over there and shouted: "Shoot an arrow and shoot him down!"
At the same time as the archer turned around, he also took the bow and arrow and took aim. When the figure climbed up the wall, the arrow left the string and flew across the spacious city wall with a fierce sound of breaking wind.
With his white dragon sword, he slashed the arrow into two pieces with his backhand sword.
The moment the broken arrow hit the ground, he kicked off his feet and flew out. The white dragon sword in his hand seemed to sense the danger of the person holding the sword, and the sword suddenly lit up with a faint magical light.
The two Wei soldiers who were fighting against a Liang soldier seemed to have been hit hard. With a bang, they flew out of the air like cannonballs and hit their companions behind.
The more than 100 Liang soldiers who stood firmly on their feet regained their morale, brandished their weapons and pushed forward two more steps against the gunfire on the opposite side.
"Kill him, kill him!"
When Yuan Qing saw this scene, his face showed panic. General Liang had a divine sword to protect his body, but he did not. He was guarded by his own soldiers and hurriedly moved closer to the middle city wall. As he walked, he directed the two teams of reinforcements to surround General Liang.
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The two groups of bloody and brave Wei soldiers rushed forward ferociously. However, the next moment, a sword roar resounded through the wall. In Yuan Qing's sight as he retreated, the spears he stabbed were torn to pieces by something invisible, and the spear heads were all broken into pieces.
The two groups of soldiers flew together, and the arms of the front group fell to the ground with blood trailing on them. The Wei soldiers in the back fell down at the touch, with traces of blood pouring out of their mouths, noses, and eye sockets.
Yuan Qing was so nervous that he roared "Ah!" and then turned around and ran away with his soldiers.
"Wei will stay!"
Suddenly, two more Wei soldiers were sent flying to the bottom of the city. Chen Qingzhi paused, hanging his white dragon sword, and moved forward step by step. Without exception, the Wei soldiers who rushed towards him with a low roar were like monkeys before they got close.
Was bounced away.
He stepped on the blood on the ground and gradually turned from walking to running wildly. The Wei soldiers and generals he met bounced away one after another and hit the walls and comrades heavily.
Yuan Qing walked quickly among the soldiers. After putting some distance away, he looked back from time to time and his eyes shrank. General Liang was already more than ten steps away.
"Do it!" he yelled as he ran away.
Chen Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a whistling sound falling to the ground behind him. He turned around and saw several figures in light clothes, not like soldiers, suddenly rushing over from one side and throwing out several leather bags.
Chen Qing subconsciously slashed out his long sword, slashing and stabbing. The sheepskin bags suddenly shattered, splashing out black and red liquid, and a strong fishy smell suddenly hit his face.
"What?!"
Chen Qingzhi turned sideways to avoid it, but the sword was dyed red by the liquid, and the faint light on it quickly faded away. A look of shock appeared on his face, he lowered his head and smelled it, his expression changed, and he suddenly understood what it was.
Moon water...
A woman's monthly bleeding has always been regarded as dirty septic blood.