With flames blazing into the sky and shouts of killing like a tidal wave, Hu soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding swords and shields climbed up the ladder and kept climbing up.
At this time, an officer shouted: "Let's fire the cannon stone!"
After hearing the order, the soldiers nervously and skillfully dumped the cannon stones, and there was a sudden scream. These cannon stones may not be heavy, but they fell from a high altitude. Even the armor-piercing and shield-lifting ones were of no avail. Hu soldiers kept coming.
Screaming and falling heavily.
"Gold juice, put it"
Golden juice is boiled dung juice, even deliberately mixed with all kinds of filth. When they heard the order coming from above, the Hu soldiers below were trembling with fear. Some even jumped down halfway, and saw the cauldron raised to the top of the crenel.
As soon as it was poured, the boiling dung juice immediately poured down.
"Ah" screams rang out, and Hu Bing, who was climbing on the ladder, immediately screamed and fell down. His whole body was sizzling and smoking, and his skin and flesh were burned open, revealing his white bones.
These people were thrown to death, and those who were not dead were screaming on the ground. The excrement corroded them and they were bound to die. However, they could not die for several long hours, or even days, and suffered so much pain that Hu Bing was as fearful as a tiger.
More fearful than Gunsui Masaki.
Seeing this, a captain waved his hand, and the soldiers at his side stepped forward, sternly swung their swords, and hacked these people who had been poisoned with gold juice to death.
At the same time, drums were played to encourage the troops to step forward.
Under this pressure, Hu Bing mustered up his courage and climbed up the ladder.
Although the gold juice is powerful, it is actually very difficult to obtain, so after a few times, it is gone. Although there are still cannons and stones, the morale of the Hu soldiers is greatly boosted, and they kill them.
In the smoke, people would fall from the ladder from time to time, screaming.
However, the enemy and our own formations remained unmoved and stood solemnly. The emperor of Han was surrounded by red armor, and the great Chanyu was surrounded by white or black armor. They all remained motionless, sitting and watching the tide of ants killing each other.
, all exude a calm atmosphere.
"This is the realm of King Wei? Sitting in command of thousands of troops, deep and unpredictable? I don't want to let go of my persistence and realize the realm of military strategists. With this understanding, success or failure is irrelevant." Murong Zheng was thinking like this, but he
Thinking: "I gave up the Northern Wei soldiers and left, and then I reached this state. What did Ye Qing think?"
Tower and viewing platform
"Your Majesty, this thief is still very fierce and calm," Cao Cao said with a raised eyebrow.
"It's a bit of a military spirit, but that's all. The state of mind is not king after all." Ye Qing smiled and said.
A network of docks and forts 2,000 miles deep in the north, with Guan Yu's 90,000 infantry and Jiang Chen's 20,000 cavalry in tandem, has basically surrounded all the miscellaneous fish and is currently strangulating them.
Although Murong Zheng gathered a large number of troops to break through the blockade, he used 100,000 county soldiers and Cao Cao's tiger and leopard cavalry to form an iron wall defense line from the Yellow River to Chenliu to resist this dragon's offensive.
Judging from the enemy's abnormal performance, Zhao Yun must have achieved certain results. Forty thousand cavalry troops penetrated deep into the grassland from the Qin Straight Road. It didn't matter whether they could really pull out the nail in the Xianbei Mountains. A pincer-shaped offensive was formed, and the entire strategy had been put together.
"It's almost time, order Guan Yu and Jiang Chen to deal with the miscellaneous fish, lead the cavalry to attack the pontoon bridge on the Yellow River, cut off the enemy's retreat, and prepare to make... wontons."
Ye Qing said with a smile, but remembered that dumplings were not called dumplings in the Han Dynasty. This was a name only used in the Qing Dynasty. Now they are called Crescent Wontons.
"There is no need to focus on annihilating them in one fell swoop. The enemy has a group of magicians. The water of the Yellow River is not a natural chasm. Destroying the pontoon bridge can only temporarily block them. They must be killed layer by layer, and finally they will die on the way to break out..."
Several generals looked at each other and said hesitantly: "We have to fend off the enemy's counterattack first. Your Majesty, here..."
"In this land of the Central Plains, in the middle of the Yellow River, in the center of China, no one can defeat me." Ye Qing said this in a calm tone: "Even if the so-called Great Chan Yu is immovable, I will take action."
In the original earth world, this may be a bit exaggerated, but here, with the blessing of dragon energy, the blessing of destiny, and the protection of Nuwa, even the Western saints can't do anything, and while they are fighting openly on the stage, who are they afraid of?
Thick clouds were rolling by, lightning was flashing in the gaps in the clouds, and there were bursts of thunder. In the vast rainy night, Murong was looking from afar with a gloomy face.
Even though I was prepared, this was still a nightmare.
In the past few days, the confrontation and fighting were fierce. Ye Qing personally joined the battlefield. With the blessing of dragon energy, he was invincible, which worsened the situation of the Northern Wei army.
Murong Zheng led his army to encircle and suppress Ye Qing several times, but all failed and he lost countless troops. Only then did he realize that Ye Qing's strength was terrifying.
The most important thing is to ask the saint to take action, but there is no response.
After pondering for a long time, the rain became lighter and continued to rain continuously. From time to time, there were bursts of thunder, and then there was a jumble of footsteps. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a general on the ground.
Most of the blood wolf army was refined using secret methods from outside the realm, but this secret method was harmful to the spiritual intelligence, so the dozens of commanders at the top were normal people. At this time, they stepped forward in a low voice and said: "General, the siege is accompanied by heavy rain.
In seven days, if it is difficult to attack the city below, the situation may not be good."
After hearing this, Murong Zheng trembled slightly and glanced at the sky. Suddenly, he remembered the last time when Murong Zheng organized an siege and was almost killed by Ye Qing himself. He was rescued by the disciples of the Western Sect. He looked angry: "Just now we
We almost succeeded, why didn't you kill Ye Qing?"
"You have also been blessed by the black dragon. There were so many people gathered just now, but they couldn't stop him. Are you talking about killing him?"
"Not to mention that the emperor's daughter is hiding beside him to protect him, let's talk about Ye Qing's almost immortal strength. It is not impossible to kill him. How much sacrifice will it take?"
The saint's disciple asked, making Murong Zheng speechless. He gave a last pity look: "There is no such thing as almost succeeding. Don't you understand, the king? When you cross the river and the raid fails, you are doomed to fail. The rest of the matter
It is to preserve strength, which is also what a saint means."
Thinking of this, Murong Zheng's mind finally cooled down and he began to consider the issue of capital preservation... It's okay to fail once, but you can't be an abandoned chess piece.
It is rare for me to gather the energy of a true dragon, so I would rather go back and bear the punishment than die here.
"Order...to attack Jizhou instead." Murong Zheng closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and spoke coldly.
The people and generals on the ground looked at each other and knew that this was actually a death retreat. Only a limited number of people could successfully retreat and return to the ground.
After this failure, the big man could no longer contain himself.
Yanmen County
The cold wind was blowing, and a lone wild goose screamed across the mountains, which made the cavalry below nervous. All of these cavalry were yellow and thin, like beggars, and covered in blood. At this time, there was a roar of wind, and the grass and trees were all soldiers.
"Linyanmen is closed, let's go home quickly..." A captain with a sunken face thought and licked his mouth. He hadn't eaten anything for a day.
If you are like this, the people below will be even worse. Facing the first wave of pursuit by the Han army on this road, the Shanyu Shaman Group froze a section of the Yellow River and took the opportunity to lay giant trees and vines. This was imitating Emperor Yingwu's attack on Hulao Pass.
Strategy, cross the water of hundreds of feet, successfully escape and go north...
Although some of the rear troops were lost, they felt that it was nothing at the time. The Han army's pursuit was bearable, and the cavalry could break away from the pursuit with a short trot.
But then the situation changed. Rumors began somewhere that the grassland was attacked by the Han army, the Xianbei Mountains were destroyed, and the Southern Xiongnu tribe was wiped out. This made people panic.
The authority of the Great Chanyu was still there and could still be suppressed. Who would have thought that when he returned to Jizhou, the Wubao network on the ground that had been conservatively defended exploded like a hedgehog, and all the people were mobilized to intercept and kill them.
The following situation simply fell into the hell described by the Western saints. Everyone just ran away, abandoning all their luggage and formations, and no longer listened to the orders of the Great Chanyu, and just ran north...
"After crossing Yanmen Pass, it will be safe." The various leaders nearby encouraged their men.
The team gradually moved towards the broken pass. Behind the woods, the cicadas were silent, and tens of thousands of big yellow crossbows were waiting...
With cold eyes, he raised his hand and commanded: "Shoot"
"Puff"
A rain of arrows flew out, covering an area, followed by blood splashing and forming a river.
After three shots, there were less screams in the area. The general pulled out his long knife and said: "The Hu has no one, Han Daochang, kill all the Hus and leave no one behind."
"Kill all the barbarians and leave no one behind." The armored soldier drew his long sword, shouted, and stepped forward.
Wherever he went, there were not many sounds of fighting, but the muffled sound of last-minute strikes was endless.
Daying·Emperor's Account
The footsteps of armored soldiers patrolling could be heard faintly in front, and from time to time there were the sounds of officers giving orders in the distance. However, the atmosphere in the emperor's tent was already relaxed, completely different from the atmosphere in the army.
Someone smiled and said: "As your Majesty expected, the enemy is now basically dispersed into various tribes, fighting on their own."
Ye Qing smiled when he heard this. He was not surprised. This was similar to the situation when Fu Jian of the former Qin Dynasty was defeated in the southern expedition. The barbarians still had fighting strength, but there were pursuers behind them. Everyone was afraid of being entangled and left behind, so they just scrambled to escape in embarrassment. This
The losses are very great.
"Don't rush to claim credit. Murong is just a black dragon. There are still some main forces maintaining the organization. However, Feng Xiao and Kong Ming have blocked the pass. This requires another layer of skin to be peeled off..."
The Hu people from all tribes were eager to return. Guo Jia and Zhuge Liang blocked the Great Wall and blocked several passes where the enemy invaded. Heavy troops blocked the passes to further reduce the enemy. This was the planned dumpling-making plan.
"But after all, he is a cavalryman, and he can still break through to the grassland after paying the price. This is not his burial place yet.
"It is weakened layer by layer. When it comes to Zhao Yun, the 40,000 cavalry have enough time to prepare, which is the final trump card. By then, the Hu tribe will suffer serious losses. They can still grit their teeth and persevere in the Han Dynasty. Once they return to the grassland and are eager to return, their strength will be scattered.
Only then can we gather fire."
"Let Zhao Yun ignore the Xiongnu and other remaining tribes, and focus on attacking the Xianbei tribe."
"As soon as the Xianbei tribe shrinks, the so-called Northern Wei Kingdom will collapse. I will see how much luck and moral conduct the Western saints have to forcefully bridge this adverse trend."
If he really dared to continue like this, Ye Qing felt that he could consider teaming up with Nuwa to kill this Western saint.
Wouldn't it be better to free up a holy position?
Ye Qing smiled faintly, his eyes becoming more and more expectant, and then ordered: "Bring up camp, raise troops, I am going to Qin Zhidao"