The firelight swayed in the wind, and Yuchi Jiong's face was dim and bright in the firelight.
The earth-shattering killing sounds of the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty could be heard from the city ahead, but at this moment Yuchijiong's thoughts were not in Zhangshan County.
Yang Jian, who has evil intentions, Wei Xiaokuan, who has always been friends with Yang Jian, Wang Gui, who is hostile to Yang Jian, and the civil and military ministers in the court who have their own agendas...
When Yu Wenyong was still there, no one dared to make any changes.
But what if Yu Wenyong becomes critically ill?!
Yuchi couldn't imagine what he would face and how he would make a choice.
Although Yu Chijiong knew that the imperial doctors in the palace were always cautious, and even a minor illness could delay them for more than ten days or even a month or two, let alone a serious illness involving life and death. But Yuchi Jiong knew better that this share
The news that Yuwen Yong was seriously ill and that the army was slowing down was only conveyed to the level of general managers and generals in various places, which means that not even Yuchishun actually knows about it now.
And what this means, Yuchi Jongke knows very well. As a recognized young hero, if Yu Wenyong is just a minor illness, there is no need to go to war in such a big way and make it mysterious. This can only show that now
The imperial doctor might even be unable to cure Yuwen Yong's illness.
Listening to the killing sounds echoing in the wind, Yuchi Jiong felt a little dazed.
When Yuwen Yong ordered the Northern Expedition, when something strange happened to Yu Wenyong's body, when Nanchen began to attack Jiangling, Yuchi Jiong, every soldier in the night and firelight, and even the entire Northern Zhou Dynasty, did not know.
I feel like I've reached a dangerous crossroads.
Which direction is unknown!
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"Bang!" The stone hit the shield heavily, and this was just the first one, followed by stones of various sizes falling down like a hail, making a crackling sound.
The people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty marched all the way. The main force also did not carry large siege equipment, and it was obviously too late to build them now. However, they did carry some small trebuchets, which are used to throw small stones in a net bag.
These small stones are of course incomparable in terms of power compared to the boulders thrown by large trebuchets, but they are better in number. Hundreds of small trebuchets are lined up in a row, and the stones are pouring towards the city head like a rainstorm of hail.
It won't kill you directly if hit, but bruises and swelling of the nose and face are inevitable.
"Boss, hurry up and get down. It's too dangerous here!" Li Ping struggled to raise his shield and said with difficulty. He didn't even know how many times the shield in his hand had been hit by rocks, let alone what happened.
How long will the rain of stones last?
Li Xingchen looked down through the gap in the shield. A large group of Northern Zhou soldiers were raising ladders and shouting as they rushed towards the city wall. The arrows shot out from the gaps in the shield by the Nanchen crossbowmen could not stop them at all.
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These Northern Zhou people didn't even use shields, they ran forward crazily, thousands of troops galloping, and even the entire Zhangshan County trembled. And the light of countless torches danced and flickered among them, like flowing water.
The sea of flames pours from the sky, rolling and roaring, trying to smash the overestimated enemy in front into powder.
In an instant, the waves roared!
The arrows fired by Nan Chen's soldiers kept knocking the running people to the ground, but soon their positions were overtaken by the people following behind. One torch was extinguished and was replaced by a brighter torch.
The entire sky was illuminated as bright as day.
The strength of the enemy made Li Xingchen hold his breath, but at this moment, he had no room to retreat.
Having said that, all Li Xingchen can do now is grit his teeth and lead everyone to stand on the city wall, blocking the rolling waves until everyone falls.
"Dang!" There was another soft sound, and a stone hit the shield, but after a moment, there was no sound again, except for the overwhelming shouts from the city.
"Withdraw the shield and set up the crossbow!" Li Xingchen pushed away Li Ping, who had not yet recovered, and shouted with all his strength.
Chen Zhishen, Cao Zhong and others also came to their senses and shouted: "Quick, the crossbowmen come up, the shields are down, pay attention to alternate cover!"
"Old Zhang, take your men and help me fight!"
"Quick, crossbowman, quick, if you are too slow, I will throw you down first!"
"Ten people over there to stop the enemy!"
"Tiezi, why are your people so slow?! Tell them to get out of here and don't block the road! Otherwise I'll take your heads!"
The originally extremely quiet city wall boiled up in an instant. Countless generals were shouting loudly and countless soldiers were running back and forth. Although it looked chaotic, everyone was doing their best to do their part. On the city wall,
The defenders were like a huge machine, running crazily.
Arrows were like rain, whizzing towards the dark figure below the city. At this time, the Northern Zhou army also rushed to the moat - if the distance was not too close and they were afraid of accidentally injuring one of their own people, the trebuchet would definitely not stop.
The arrows pierced the chests of the front row of soldiers. They didn't even have time to shout and struggle before they fell into the moat that had been rendered bloody. The second row of people behind were inevitably a little confused, and they were chaotically heading towards several places that had been attacked by the previous siege.
The forward soldiers gathered in the filled area.
The arrows shot down from the city were also concentrated in those places where they could cross the river. Soldiers were constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground, or even fell directly into the river. Their corpses were piled on top of each other, piled on top of those from the previous siege.
On the corpses of those companions, the flesh and blood dams blocking the river were expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Li Xingchen pursed his lips in the city. Before, he was a little curious about why the enemy adopted such a formation, but now he understood that the sandbags and stones carried on the shoulders of the soldiers were not what Yuchijiong really wanted to use.
Yuchi Jiong was using the flesh and blood of the front row soldiers to expand the originally narrow passage. Once the moat was filled in many places, the entire Zhangshan County would lose its most important peripheral barrier.
At that time, the only thing the defenders in the city can rely on is the thin city wall.
This is the cruelest, and also the best way to quickly break through the city at this moment. After all, facing the defenders, the attacking Northern Zhou army has an absolute advantage in strength.
They are not afraid of sacrifice, or in other words, they are now using sacrifices in exchange for time that is more precious to them!
Li Xingchen knew before that Yuchi Jiong liked to win by surprise when using troops, so he was keenly aware of Yuchi Jiong's strategy of using light troops to circumvent Jingshan Mountain, but he still did not expect that the old general was so ruthless in frontal confrontation.
Be decisive and move forward indomitably.
This famous Northern Zhou general is truly worthy of his name and the trust and respect of tens of thousands of Northern Zhou soldiers.