Chapter five hundred and ninety-eight of the siege
Dawn is gradually breaking, and the light blue sky is inlaid with a few remaining stars. The earth is hazy, like a gray veil.
At this time, a trace of egg white was revealed in the eastern sky, and the clouds gathered on the horizon like a market, and the bright red color seemed to be soaked in blood.
The official road from Xinghe to the county town is Xianzhanyi.
On the city wall, Chen An stood in the wind with his sword in hand, his square face exuding silent perseverance, his bright eyes staring ahead intently, and his whole person was like a stone.
First they attacked Fanyu Mountain, then Wei County, then Fangshan Mountain and Jiaokou, and finally defeated Huangguan and surrounded the county and city.
The army crossed Qishan Mountain and entered Dongcheng County. The soldiers and generals were all anxious and uneasy, but now, under the leadership of Zhu Biao, they were more and more motivated.
The battle with Huang Guan completely inspired the Song army's fighting spirit and confidence.
The prince's army was almost completely wiped out, and the casualties of his own army were only a few thousand. With the continuous victory, even Chen An began to have new ideas about the future. Zhu Biao gave them new hope!
Morale has stabilized to 80, which is the best proof.
"Dong dong dong——"
The vigorous sound of war drums came from the west gate of the city, and the fierce and vigorous rhythm was breathtaking.
Accompanied by—“Woooooooo—”
With the long and leisurely sound of the trumpet, Yang Fu led an army of 10,000 princes and surged in.
The troops were dispatched for several days without fighting, but they came back and forth. The prince's army was suffocating, and everyone was eager to fight.
"Kill~kill——"
Bursts of killing sounds sounded from afar, gradually getting closer and louder, and finally converged into a cry of killing that resounded through the sky.
When there were ten thousand people, it was boundless. It was dawn again, and the Prince's Army merged with the gray shadows of heaven and earth. At first glance, it seemed to be overwhelming.
The red torches were as dense as stars, rolling in from a distance, and soon turned the open space in front of Xianzhanyi City into a sea of red fire!
In the light of the fire, which was as bright as day, it seemed that countless soldiers from the Prince's Army were swarming like ants, crowding the entire front of the city. It was a large area of darkness.
Yang Fu was really a talented man. He marched all night and came in large numbers, but the formation was strict and there were strict defenses on all sides, so there would never be a chance for anyone to take advantage of him!
Chen An raised his right arm high, and under the care of the blazing bonfires on the left and right, he shouted in a calm voice: "Archer - scatter with all your strength -"
Zhu Biao had gathered 70% of the infantry archers in the army, and the crossbowmen were assigned to him. After Chen An gave an order, he saw thousands of crossbowmen on the city wall raising their long bows and powerful crossbows at the same time.
Very calmly, he took out the carved feather arrows from the arrow pot and put them on the string.
Bend your bow and arrow, and wait for the enemy.
Under the wall, teams of Prince Saber players swarmed in——
"Fire the arrow——"
"Instigate~——"
Thousands of arrows pierced the sky at the same time, and the ear-piercing screams resounded throughout the sky.
"Vertical shield——"
Thunderous shouts rang out from the Prince's Army camp under the wall. The Prince's Saber player who rushed to the front quickly put his hand on his head, put one sword in the sheath, and used the other hand to lift a simple ladder.
Under this rain of arrows, he continued to charge forward without any hesitation.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
Amidst the continuous muffled sound, sharp carved feather arrows were either inserted into the shields of the Prince's Army soldiers, or inserted through the shields into the chest below, causing helpless damage to the charging Prince's Army soldiers.
The damage avoided. Just such a small amount of damage is simply not enough to disrupt the Prince's army's tidal charge.
Fifty steps—thirty steps—fifteen steps—
"The infantry archers retreated, the swordsmen and spearmen stepped forward——"
The fortress of the city is very narrow, but it is enough for two people to move forward and backward.
"kill--"
Seeing that they had already rushed out of the area covered by arrows, the morale of the charging Prince's Army was greatly boosted. In the blink of an eye, they rushed to the foot of the wall. Extremely simple ladders were erected high. There was no base or body, only sharp tops.
The hook was vaguely visible, shining with an icy cold light.
On the wall, Chen An is still standing as tall as a pine tree, and all the Song soldiers above are looking relaxed. In the battle on the ground, your Prince's Army is not your opponent yet, and now your army still has a wall two or three feet high.
With it in hand, there is no need to be afraid.
"Boom - boom - boom -"
Hundreds of ladders were set up on the Xianzhanyi fortress almost at the same time.
Through the barbs at the top, the ladders are hooked tightly to the earth wall on the outer edge of the wall, which is very suitable.
Two to three thousand Prince's Army infantry roared out of the rain of arrows and crowded under the two-foot-high Xianzhan post wall. They held swords in their mouths, shields on their heads, and used their hands and feet like a spiritual ape to climb up the ladder.
climb.
Chen An, who was at the top of the city, reached back with his hand. He already held a bright broadsword in his hand. "Kill--" a thunderous shout sounded on the ground. Before it fell, a cold light was wiped out, like cutting grass and mustard.
He usually cut off the barb of a ladder that was put up in front of him, and the pieces of wood flew around, it was extremely easy.
"Huhu——"
Groups of baby-sized black shadows volleyed down from the city fortress. The Prince's Army soldiers climbing on the ladders had no way to dodge, and most of them were hit squarely.
Even if there was a shield blocking them, how could the strength of one arm compete with the falling stones? They all screamed and fell from the ladder, and also injured a bunch of people behind them.
In this way, even those who survived the catastrophe would often suffer bruises to the head or even break their legs, and if they and the wounded had not retreated in time, they would still be very likely to be hit by the rolling rocks that followed.
On the body.
But as long as it is a battlefield, there will be casualties. When a Prince's Army soldier lands, more Prince's Army soldiers will continue to climb without fear of death. Yang Fujun, who still does not know the outcome of Huang Guan's battle, has the same morale and morale, and they continue
Looking down on the Kaizhou Song Wangjun, he continued to have a psychological advantage.
On the city fortress, Chen An first cut off the barb of a ladder, then waved his big hand and said in a deep voice: "Sword and axe-hand, cut them off!"
In fact, there was no need for Chen An to give orders at all. Hundreds of strong men holding sharp axes on the city fort had already swarmed forward, working in groups of two, using the ladders hooked on the earthen wall.
Swinging the axe.
Instead of cutting off the two barbs, he cut off the connection between the barbs and the ladder. Amidst the flying wood chips, the hooks of the ladders were cut off one after another. Then a long pole stretched out from the wall.
I held the top of the ladder and pushed it out. Not long after, the ladder fell down and half of it was broken.
In the formation of the Prince's Army, Yang Fu saw the ladders being destroyed one after another and his army's offensive being frustrated, but his expression did not change at all.
The distance between Xianzhanyi and Xianzhanyi is less than forty miles, and he knows the truth and weakness inside it very well. It is absolutely wishful thinking to rely on such a place to stop him. "Continue the attack and capture this place before noon——"
"That's the order." A soldier clasped his hands in fists, responded, and then turned around quickly to deliver the order.
"Creak - creak -"
Following Yang Fu's general order, a new round of offensive by the Prince's Army was launched in an instant.
Anthracite Cart - The lower part is hollow and the upper cover is shaped like an ax blade. The ladder plate of the cart is hollow, which can accommodate people to push the cart on the ground. It has four wheels. The lid has a single rope as the ridge, and is covered with raw cowhide. The middle can cover ten people.
Yang Fu's army does not have standard anemone vehicles. The more than 20 vehicles that are in use now are modified from the grain transport trucks that accompanied the army.
"Ka-ka-ka-"
As the anthracnide's vehicle advanced, a burst of clashing sounds of wood and rocks immediately rang out from the defense line, which was also faintly covered by the sound of digging earth.
The Prince's Army in Anni's carriage were all holding shovels and pickaxes, facing the woodchucks at the foot of the fortress.
"Crash-"
When the time turned to early morning, as the more than twenty holes at the base of the wall continued to grow larger and deeper, a sound of earth, sand, masonry and masonry collapsing finally sounded.
A milky white mist filled the space between heaven and earth, shrouding the sky above.
In the air, the freshness of the past has long turned into the pungent smell of blood. In just one hour of fierce fighting between the two armies, thousands of lives were left here forever.
The neat city fortress has now become toothy, as if it has been chewed by a dog. Many areas have turned into piles of mud bricks and sand. Bodies in a pool of blood lie in every gap. As far as you can see, there are pieces of quilt. The land stained black and red with blood——
"roar--"
"roar--"
"roar--"
The constant chants of the Prince's Army were still loud and clear, and another wave of soldiers carrying simple ladders entered the battle. Behind these ladders, five thousand soldiers were neatly lined up and ready for battle. Yang Fu was about to use his full strength.
"Withdraw! The entire army is preparing to retreat -" Chen An's bright eyes narrowed into a thin line, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Yang Fu, this is just the beginning.
A quarter of an hour later, a large flag with the word "Yang" was erected on the fortress of Xianzhanyi, waving in the east wind!
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"Report to the prefect." A flying horse rode up to Yang Fu. He cupped his fists and reported to Yang Fu: "The rebels have retreated towards the county."
"They actually withdrew?" Yang Fu frowned a little. Xianzhanyi could not be used for a long time, but it wouldn't be like giving it away in vain, right?
"However, no matter what tricks he is playing, our army can continue to move forward."
"General Qin!" Yang Fu called to the lieutenant beside him, General Qin Yuan, raised his whip and pointed forward and said in a deep voice: "General, lead the vanguard first, be sure to proceed with caution and check for ambush!"
"Please rest assured, Mr. Yang, the general is here and he will not be taken advantage of by the enemy." Qin Yuan smiled brightly and respectfully accepted the order. The war horse raised its head and roared, and led the army down while flying with its hooves.
There was still a thin layer of mist covering the hills and ridges on the right side of the avenue, with lush dense forests and wild grasses. This thin layer of mist gave Song, who was hiding among them, holding a telescope and observing the movements of the Prince's Army at all times. The best cover for military scouts.
The prince's army marched forward for seven or eight miles, when they suddenly saw a scout galloping back.
Qin Yuan frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"
"General, the Song army suddenly scattered in all directions, and most of them retreated to the mountains on the flanks."
"Strengthen flank defenses, ignore the rest and move on." Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat after hearing this. Reason told him that Song Jun's move must be strange, but in the end he chose to move on.
There is nothing to be afraid of. It is impossible to set off fire in this season. If the swordsmen meet, what should I be afraid of!?
Looking at the grass with dewdrops hanging on the side, Qin Yuan felt at peace in his heart. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! Mobile phone users please go to m. site to read.)
