The change in military situation was unprovoked. A few days ago, the Song army took advantage of the victory to pursue, but in the past few days, the Jin army drove them into Ziyang City like dogs and surrounded it. So Zhu Biao envied Sun Bin, you say
How come people are so lucky? After defeating Pang Juan, they can go back with a swagger, but they have defeated Zheng Guoxiong, defeated Hua Wei, and turned around and there are Jin soldiers that they can't afford to offend!
With deafening shouts of killing, the Jin troops swarmed in. Looking down from the top of the city, through the light of the stars and fire, the two thousand people were like a black mass of ants, crowded at the foot of the dilapidated west wall of Ziyang City.
Bang bang bang——
This was the sound of a ladder truck building up a wall. Dozens of ladder trucks were erected almost at the same time, and then leaned heavily against the uneven city wall. The first two inverted iron hooks on the ladder were firmly grasped.
As for the inner wall of the city wall, the quality of these ladder trucks from the arsenal of King Jin is absolutely top-notch.
At the same time, dozens of Jin army elites with thick shields on their heads and heavy armor were also guarding a city ramming car as it rolled over. When the sharp and heavy ramming wood hit the city wall hard every time,
, there will be a violent roar inside and outside the city gate.
Zhu Biao felt murderous intent in his heart. He suddenly raised his right arm, swung it forward and brought it down hard. A thunderous roar resounded through the city: "Brothers - kill!"
Kill kill kill————
The three thousand Song troops guarding the west city wall roared at the top of their lungs. Thousands of crossbowmen immediately bent their bows and set arrows, raining down cold arrows on the heads of the Jin troops below the city.
As the Jin army's infantry marched into the city, the three thousand archers outside the city finally stopped raining arrows. However, even so, tens of thousands of rockets continued to fall, and the top of Ziyang City was illuminated like a bright light.
During the day, Jin soldiers were crowded under the city wall. The Song crossbowmen guarding the city tower did not even need to aim at all. They only needed to point their bows and arrows downwards and shoot an arrow casually.
Hit the target.
Besides, having said that, the thousands of Song Army crossbowmen currently on the west city wall are all elites with professional backgrounds and veterans in shooting. Although the battlement parapet is incomplete, they still pose a great threat to the Jin army below.
"ah--"
"Uh-"
Desolate wails suddenly sounded continuously. Jin soldiers were hit by arrows one by one under the city wall, and sergeants were led down one by one on the ladder. The painful wails resounded throughout the sky above Ziyang City.
However, the Jin army's offensive did not stop because of this. The siege was a bloody war of attrition, and death was the most common thing for it. Dozens of ladders were soon filled with Jin army infantry again.
, these tough sergeants held sharp knives in their mouths and climbed to the top of the city using their hands and feet. If they were not shot down or smashed down on the way, then there would be a life-and-death hand-to-hand fight at the crenel.
Ziyang City Head.
From the first moment when the Jin army soldiers surged forward uncontrollably, the crossbowmen retreated, and the swordsmen, swordsmen, swordsmen and axemen and other close combat units stood in front of the battlements. The spearmen, the swordsmen and the swordsmen
With the help of hand, sword and axe-hands and other short-sighted soldiers, countless enemies who climbed up were defeated.
Zhu Biao's military orders were delivered in an orderly manner, and the three thousand Song soldiers at the head of Ziyang City also formed tacit understanding into small teams from near and far. Taking advantage of the advantageous location and their relatively skilled cooperation, many hard-working soldiers climbed up the mountain.
The Jin soldiers at the top of the city didn't even have time to take a look at the situation at the top of the city. Even before they had time to hand over the sharp blade in their mouths, they had already drunkenly hated the ladder, shed blood at the bottom of the city, and returned to the west with their lives.
Swords of light danced and shone at the top of the city, and spears stabbed in the air at the top of the city————
Puff——
The strong axe-hand swung the sharp ax in his hand rapidly, hacking at the barbs of the ladder one after another, each ups and downs would bring up bursts of sawdust——
"Ah - ha -" As the barb fell, more than a dozen long spears and sharp spears were pointed at a cloud ladder. All the sergeants exerted their strength in unison, amidst the bursts of exclamations from the soldiers on the ladder.
The ladders one after another were broken and pushed open.
These ladders usually have two consequences. One is that the soldiers of the Song Army worked together and directly bent the ladder body; the other is that the soldiers of the Song Army were weak and unable to continue after pushing the ladder a few feet away.
, then they could only withdraw their guns at the same time. The ladder swung back a few feet and then suddenly released its force. The heavy ladder body would inevitably hit the city wall heavily. The final result was of course a group of Jin soldiers dropping dumplings.
When someone falls from a ladder, most people cannot bear the shock force. The most unlucky thing is that the quality of the ladder itself is not up to standard, and it suddenly broke into two parts after such a fall and a smash.
Every time when a chorus of shouts comes from the top of the city, there will be a ladder truck that is unlucky. There are as few as five or six, as many as one or twenty. The Jin soldiers climbing on the ladder are just like the dumplings dropped during the New Year.
One after another, they fell down from the air. Some of them suffered broken muscles and bones, or suffered head injuries and bleeding. The most pitiful ones were those who suffered serious injuries but were unable to do so.
The screams that didn't stop for a moment came from their mouths. The sense of sadness and despair penetrated the heart and lungs more than the cries of others——
"Ouch-ouch——"
A burst of crazy shouts came from the city. Zhu Biao carefully stretched out his head to take a look and saw dozens of Jin troops howling crazily. They were surrounded by ramming vehicles and were almost at the city gate.
The crash truck is heavy as hell, but its moving speed is much faster than that of Jinglan, which is still lagging behind. More than a quarter of an hour after the battle started, the crash truck has already reached its work station and is about to start a battle for itself.
Work hard on your mission.
"Kerosene - kerosene -" Zhu Biao shouted loudly, and at the same time he picked up a big stone from the top of the city and watched it smash into a car.
There is no shortage of fire oil in the Song army. Zhu Biao captured so many cities, treasury, and arsenal from Xingzhou to Wanzhou, and it is indispensable for this. Although the amount in each place is not large, the little can add up to a lot, and now
The Song army still had a lot of reserves in Ziyang. However, the city head had been smashed to pieces by the Jin army's thunderbolt chariots, and there were no battlements in many places. In this case, if kerosene was placed on the city head, then
It's obviously inappropriate.
The Pili car throws stones, but these stones do not necessarily need to be reprocessed. As long as enough kerosene is poured on them, some hemp ropes are wrapped around them, and they are ignited, they will be transformed immediately.
Under such circumstances, Zhu Biao would never dare to put kerosene on the city wall. The possibility of collision with flints is extremely high. If this happened, wouldn't it be a waste of money for the Jin army?
Well. In the current Xichengtou, kerosene is stored in the Cangbing Cave.
"Dong - Dong Dong -" The heavy ramming wood finally hit the solid city gate, but it seemed that the Jin army operating the ramming truck was interfered by the Song army on the city gate tower, and could not use enough strength, but even so
Zhu Biao could still feel the city wall under his feet shaking violently.
"Damn it!" Zhu Biao cursed fiercely, and then shouted loudly, "Use rocks, hit me hard with rocks. Where's the kerosene? Why don't you get it quickly?" He didn't want to destroy it by himself now.
Although it would be very convenient to drop the ramming car below, it would also make his soldiers feel a sense of dependence. When Zhu Biao was entangled by the masters of the Jin army camp in the future, and the Jin army continued to attack in such a large-scale, Song Bing
What to do?
Sooner or later it will be a difficult test, so let the test come early.
When Zhu Biao shouted, Song soldiers immediately got into the cave where soldiers were hiding. Filled bottles of kerosene were brought to the top of the city. A moment later, more than ten cans of kerosene were aimed at the city gate and smashed downstairs.
After falling down, the archer who had been waiting for a long time saw this and almost at the same time shot the rocket he had put on the string.
A few clusters of sparks hit the city car, but suddenly a raging flame suddenly rose from the city gate downstairs. It illuminated dozens of steps outside the city gate as bright as day, and twenty or thirty Jin army warriors who had not had time to escape were instantly
Swallowed by rolling flames——
The Jin army warriors who were still alive for a while kept rolling and struggling in the sea of fire, and kept making bursts of extremely miserable howls, which was terrifying to hear. Many warriors fought for the smallest glimmer of life.
With a sad face and prayer, he rushed straight into the surrounding Jin army crowd with blazing fire, hoping to be rescued by his comrades.
However, what they were burning was kerosene. How could they be extinguished so easily? There was nothing but panic among the Jin soldiers. In less than a moment, the aroma of barbecue began to waft into the air.
Cans of kerosene continued to fall on the city, and dozens of rockets quickly fell from the city. The kerosene splashed all over the ground and burned instantly. The raging flames quickly swallowed up hundreds of Jin army siege soldiers.
There were more than twenty ladders, and in the scorching flames, the Jin soldiers who had not yet expired were wailing miserably and struggling desperately, and the sound was transmitted clearly.
In front of the Jin army's formation, Zheng Guoxiong's cheek twitched violently, feeling for the soldiers who died in the fire. But when his eyes once again passed by the thirty soldiers slowly moving forward, there was like a star in his deep starry eyes.
The fire was burning fiercely, and Nulie's murderous intention was brewing in his chest——
The sea of fire burning under the city shone on the top of Ziyang City. Zhu Biao's majestic body stood up straight, as majestic as a mountain. A wave of arrows rained down crazily from the top of the city, along with cans of kerosene.
Almost the entire front of the city wall was engulfed in flames.
The attacking Jin army could no longer hold on. Under the baptism of kerosene, rain of arrows, and the fierce counterattack of the Song army, the two thousand Jin troops crowded under the city wall finally retreated after nearly half of their casualties.
When the low and desolate trumpet sound began to sound, the Jin army crowded under the city wall retreated like a tide, and the tragic siege temporarily came to an end.
Zhu Biao looked at Zheng Guoxiong's place outside the city, where there were so many Jin troops. He knew that what he was doing was just a prelude! A small prelude! (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature for more novels.
