Blood flowed freely along the pits and ravines on the ground and gathered in the trenches. A famous soldier did not even look at his fallen comrades, quickly crossed the trenches, and rushed to the front amidst the slogans of the generals and battle leaders.
Your own ladder.
The wooden and rolling stones prepared on the city were thrown down for free, and corpses lay scattered beside every ladder. In order to make space, men had to be sent to drag some corpses away.
"For the Flying General!" A general took the lead and jumped onto the battlement. He raised his sword and chopped down a Northern Zhou sword and shield hand. Then two soldiers who were carrying a wooden stick to come over saw that something was not going well and threw the wooden stick and turned around.
They were about to leave, but the general had already set his sights on them. He rushed forward in three steps and then chopped them down like vegetables.
"Seal the entrance!" Above Guancheng, Han Qinhu's pupils shrank slightly.
Arrows roared in, and the soldier who rushed up after General Zhuang screamed and fell down after being hit by an arrow. General General Zhuang didn't seem to care that there was no companion behind him, and continued to rush left and right in the crowd. A Northern Zhou general pushed
He cut through the somewhat confused crowd and slashed directly at the general's waist and abdomen with the knife in his hand.
General Zhuang roared, turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow, raised his knife and cut off the general's arm at the root, blood splattered all over his face, and before General Zhuang could turn around, several northern perimeter commanders
The spearman thrust his spear into his back at the same time!
The sharp spear tip pierced the flesh.
There was blood around the general's mouth, and he didn't know for a moment whether it was his or the enemies'. Looking at the Northern Zhou general who was covering his sleeves with a ferocious face, he smiled silently, and then fell to the ground.
And his eyes were wide open from beginning to end!
More soldiers rushed up from the gap that was unguarded for a while. When they saw the general who had fallen to the ground, their eyes suddenly turned red. This general led them through Bajun and Langzhong.
He survived so many fierce battles, and now he fell here. This is an outright shame for every soldier under his command.
"Kill!" A famous soldier rushed into the crowd angrily.
Looking at these Bashu soldiers desperately rushing to kill, Han Qinhu's fingers holding the handle of the knife could not help but tremble slightly.
The enemies in front of him were obviously more desperate than he imagined, or they were actually a group of lunatics. They formed triangular arrays one after another and kept charging forward on the city wall. Every time the sword fell, blood splattered.
"Crossbowman, shoot the arrow!" Han Qinhu felt as if his teeth were about to burst, as these words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"General?" The surrounding generals and battle leaders were all surprised. Firing arrows might be the best way to stop these enemies from advancing forward, but at this time there were two or three times as many soldiers and enemies as the enemy.
If they are mixed together, if they shoot arrows rashly, I am afraid that more of our own people will die than these enemies.
They didn't believe that Han Qinhu didn't understand this truth, but they still subconsciously wanted to ask to get a definite answer.
"Fire the arrow!" Han Qinhu's voice was low but decisive.
"Fire the arrow!" The commander of the crossbowmen waved his hand decisively.
Hundreds of crossbowmen who had been waiting for a long time loosened their bow strings at the same time at the fighting crowd, and countless arrows whizzed into the crowd. The arrows hit the human body, making a dull sound of "Puff", and people kept shooting at them.
After falling down, the crowd that was originally fighting had even stopped at this time, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where the arrow flew.
The faces of the Bashu soldiers were more filled with joy. Even if they died here, they still dragged two or three enemies to support them. The faces of the Northern Zhou soldiers were more filled with despair.
A kind of despair that one has become a victim.
After a while, there was no one left standing at the breach on top of the city. The black corpses and flowing blood silently proved the cruelty of the scene just now.
Han Qinhu's face turned a little pale, but he still stabilized his figure. The generals around him looked at him with a sense of awe and even fear in addition to their original trust.
This may be the simplest and most effective way to stop the enemy, but not every general in this position and in this capacity can make such a decision.
At this time, the entire battlefield became much quieter. The rapid drum beat outside the pass had subsided. The large groups of Bashu troops retreated in an orderly manner, leaving behind many damaged ladders.
But obviously they did not return without success. In addition to leaving many corpses when they arrived at Guancheng, the Bashu army fought very well. They broke through the battlements several times and caused a lot of damage to the soldiers of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
The killings, especially when he had just forced Han Qinhu to order to shoot arrows to kill his own family and Bashu soldiers, had failed. Otherwise, more Bashu troops would have swarmed up the wall at this time, and it is hard to say what the final result would be.
Just by looking at the corpses on top of the city that even covered the entire ground and the arrows and stones scattered everywhere, you can tell that the defenders' losses must have been considerable.
"General?" A general spoke subconsciously, wanting to ask if he needed to go out of the city to pursue.
"Clean the battlefield and organize the equipment," Han Qinhu waved his hand directly. He didn't know if Xiao Shilian still had the energy to direct the battle, but at least he felt that traces of fatigue were eroding him, "Bury the pot and make rice.
Let brothers take a break."
"promise!"
Han Qinhu quietly looked at the battlefield under the pass.
This Xiao Shilian... is a difficult opponent.
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"As expected, Yangping Pass is a tough one." Tang Zhong looked at the map by candlelight, which roughly outlined the mountains and terrain near Yangping Pass, and couldn't help but sigh.
Today he also led his team to participate in the attack, but he had personally experienced the strength of this majestic pass.
"Yangping Pass is Han Qinhu's only line of defense. It would be strange if it were defeated in one or two attempts." Xiao Shilian said lightly, "This Han Qinhu seems to have wanted to die and then live."
In ancient times, defending a city must defend the country. Sometimes the fierce battle outside the city is the key factor that determines the final outcome. Once the defenders in the city lose in the battle outside the city, then the only option is to retreat to the city, especially for some
For a city located on a plain with no obstructions, it is like waiting to be surrounded by people on all sides.
Once the grain transportation roads and reinforcement roads are cut off, it is only a matter of time before the city is conquered. This is especially true for cities without mountains and rivers as barriers. No matter how strong the rammed earth city walls are, there is no way to withstand the wear and tear of siege equipment over the years.
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Therefore, if you can block the enemy in the field battle outside the city, you can truly win the city defense. For example, in the Battle of Hefei three hundred years ago, Zhang Liao did not retreat to the strong city of Hefei, but defeated Sun Quan in Xiaoyaojin in one fell swoop, and became famous outside the southeast.
, which also left Sun Quan unable to move northward in a short period of time, let alone continue to move forward to surround the city.