With a scimitar in his mouth, Zhe Liebie, who was shirtless, rushed forward with his soldiers carrying a ladder, and his soldiers were all terrified, knowing that he would die anyway. A few wolf knights held their shields and ran beside Zhe Liebie, ready to block the feathered arrows for the general at any time.
Zhebie, like the soldiers, couldn't adapt to this fighting style of charging with his legs. But now he has no other choice but to stride forward, and his riding boots make a clicking sound as they step on the charred remains of the corpses. The burnt smell can't come out after rushing into the nose, and the smoked person wants to vomit. Some people even slipped on the sticky corpse, and the corpse with a layer of skin was trampled off, revealing pale flesh.
The place where the fire burned was completely black, and many of the corpses on the ground hugged each other and curled up like a newborn baby.
Seeing the Mengyuan people launch the second offensive, Xiahou Baichuan beat the stone wall with a horizontal knife: "Come on, now what we compare with the Mengyuan barbarians is courage. The barbarians dismounted and fought, how could we still lose to the barbarians?" They? Our soldiers of the Sui Dynasty have never lost to anyone in an infantry battle since we fought the first battle more than a hundred years ago. If we don’t show the prestige of the Han people in this battle, how will you go home and your hometown in the future? Parents, tell me!"
"Kill all the barbarians!"
I don't know who roared, and it immediately resonated with the soldiers: "Kill all the barbarians! Revenge!"
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
The shouts echoed in the canyon again, startling the forest birds that had just settled down to rest.
The ballista roared again, and a dozen heavy crossbows rushed out like divine punishment from Lei Gong, and then the feather arrows fell all over the sky. Zhe Liebie's three thousand-man team had lost most of them, and the remaining one thousand people squeezed out all the courage in their bodies, shouting and cheering for themselves.
This kind of fight actually has no tricks at all, only real hand-to-hand combat.
After losing more than two hundred people, the Mongolian wolf cavalry rushed under the stone wall again. They clumsily climbed up the ladder, and the unfamiliarity of their coordination caused their speed to slow down. The ladder is too high, and the soldiers need to pass and cooperate with each other to erect it, but unfortunately, those wolf cavalry who have just found the knack have all died during the last attack. Those who are not dead have to gain experience at the cost of their lives.
The death of more than a thousand people before slowed down the speed of the second wave of offensive. The corpses piled up on the road, and they almost stepped on a colleague with every foot. When the pile of corpses was even higher under the city wall, the wolf cavalry walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, not knowing whose eyeballs or hearts they crushed.
Zhe Liebie led the team himself, and when he saw the nail racket was lowered again, he immediately roared loudly for the soldiers to cut the rope. With previous experience, these wolf cavalry also knew that if they didn't want to die under the nail rack, they had to cut off the rope to prevent the Han people from pulling the nail rack up again.
The two wolf cavalry jumped up desperately and grabbed the spiked racket to gradually slow down their ascent. The people behind rushed up with knives and chopped down the rope to cut off the rope. The nails were embedded in the body, and it was impossible to pull them out.
"Pour boiling water and boil oil!"
Xiahou Baichuan pointed down and shouted. The soldiers behind immediately used wooden buckets to fetch water from the burning iron pot. The scalding water was poured down bucket by bucket, and the wolf cavalry below immediately howled like ghosts and wolves. There has never been any kindness in war, and some are just racking their brains to kill as many enemies as possible. No one doubts that the main theme of war is the dead. As for the sadness and joy, the emotions will only happen after the dead.
The scalding water was poured down, dousing a wolf cavalry soldier from head to toe. The scalded soldier screamed, covered his eyes with his hands and rolled crazily on the ground.
After the water is washed down, the blood on the ground is diluted so it looks more eye-catching.
In order not to let too many things pile up under the stone wall, the defense of the Black Flag Army gave up rolling logs and stones from the very beginning. Because they know that this is not a war that can be resolved in a day. Over time, it is not a good thing for defense if the stones are piled up too high.
Except for rolling logs and stones, other means have been used.
The nail racket was damaged a lot, and more and more wolf cavalry were gradually deposited under the stone wall. Even if they became strangers, there were still ladders erected on the stone wall.
A centurion was the first to climb up with a scimitar in his mouth, and at least ten wolf cavalrymen fought hard to hold down the ladder to prevent it from being overturned.
The centurion's movements were very flexible, and he quickly climbed to the halfway position of the ladder. He looked up and saw a Han soldier pouring a bucket of boiling oil down. The knife in his mouth fell and plunged into a corpse.
This time it was oil, not water, that splashed on the centurion and the person holding the ladder below, making a sizzling sound. The centurion who landed frantically slapped his face with his hands, trying to drive away the hot feeling from his face. He hadn't noticed it at all, every time he slapped his face, a layer of fleshy skin would stick to his palm.
He wanted to rub his eyes and look at the world again, but when he rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand, they fell off.
Not only him, but also the wolf cavalry who were holding the ladder. Although they will not die for a while, the pain is simply unbearable.
Zhe Lie don't hand over the ladder to the soldiers beside him, he quickly walked over and stabbed the wolf riders to death several times. He couldn't let himself watch those wolf riders howling, so he could only help them end their lives as soon as possible.
The unsupported ladder was overturned by the soldiers of the Black Banner Army, and when it fell down, two wolf cavalrymen were shot to death.
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"Stay away from posting!"
Kuoktai Menglie saw that Zhe Lie had already reached the bottom of the stone wall, but was stopped by the endless defensive methods of the Han people, and then he ordered loudly: "Take your warriors up to help Zhe Lie fare, and use feather arrows to suppress the enemy on the wall. Chinese!"
Kuobie Tie'er agreed loudly, led his thousand-man team forward, and then suppressed the defenders with wolf-toothed arrows for Zhe Liebie. When he saw the wolf cavalry's arrow array approaching, he adjusted his heavy crossbow and started firing towards them. Each of the huge crossbow bolts can kill several wolf cavalrymen, but the precise shooting skills of the wolf cavalrymen also caused a lot of losses to the soldiers of the Black Banner Army.
A soldier of the Black Banner Army just exposed his body and wanted to splash the boiling oil in the barrel, when a mace pierced into his eye socket with a puff, his body shook a bit, and together with the wooden barrel full of boiling oil fell down.
With the help of the arrow array, Zhe Liebie's pressure was relieved immediately, he asked someone to hold the ladder, and climbed up with a scimitar in his mouth. An archer of the Black Banner Army stretched out his body and shot an arrow at him. Zhe Liebie, who had been in battle for a long time, saw him and rolled over to the bottom of the ladder. The feathered arrow flew over and shot a wolf cavalryman behind him. . When the archer of the Black Banner Army was about to shoot the second arrow, he was stabbed in the throat by a spiked arrow, and the blood immediately spurted out like a waterfall.
Zhe Lie didn't climb up under the ladder, and when he was about to reach the stone wall, he suddenly turned over, kicked his feet vigorously into the air and landed on the stone wall. Another slash cut off the arm that was still holding the bow.
He killed people with red eyes, slashing like crazy.
A Black Banner Army soldier came up to him with a knife, Zhe Liebie dodged and slashed at the Black Banner Army soldier's shoulder with a huge force, the machete ruthlessly embedded in the Black Banner Army soldier's flesh, stuck in the bone On the ground, Zhe Lie pulled it out hard, the sound of the blade rubbing against the bone was so clear, but the soldier of the Black Banner Army raised his hand to hold the scimitar desperately.
"kill him!"
The Black Banner Army soldier who was cut down shouted hoarsely.
The archer not far away pulled out a feathered arrow from the quiver, and poked it towards Zhe Liebie's heart. Zhe Liebie lowered his body, and the feathered arrow pierced fiercely into his shoulder. Zhe Liebie kicked down the Black Banner Army soldier holding his scimitar, and knocked down the archer who stabbed him with a sideways swing of his arm.
As soon as he pulled out the scimitar, he saw a horizontal knife slashing towards his head. Zhe Lie quickly dodged it, but found that the knife turned even faster, leaving a horizontal cut on his chest. There were deep marks, and blood gushed out from the mouth, soon covering almost his upper body.
At this time, two or three soldiers of Zhe Liebie also climbed up, brandishing a scimitar to rescue Zhe Liebie, the man who injured Zhe Liebie was extremely brave, and three or two times cut Zhe Liebie's relatives The soldiers chopped it down, and then swung the knife again and went straight to Zhe Lie. Zhe Lie didn't block the general's knife with his scimitar, and the two of them pushed forward fiercely, trying to push each other away.
Knife on knife, two men arm to arm.
"I am going to kill you!"
Zhe Liebie roared, stepped aside, and then slashed at the back of the man. The man pushed his body forward to avoid the knife, and hit Zhe Liebie's lower abdomen with his elbow. It was extremely fierce, and Zhe Liebie's body immediately hunched down. Seeing the opportunity, the man turned around and kicked Zhe Liebie's door. This kick directly flattened Zhe Liebie's nose, and blood sprayed out from Zhe Liebie's mouth and nose at the same time.
"You two-legged sheep..."
Zhe Liebie spat out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to fight again but had already lost the opportunity. The man slashed his right arm with a knife, and the arm holding the scimitar immediately flew into the air.
"Two-legged sheep?"
Han Jiang stabbed Zhe Liebie's heart again, and twisted the horizontal knife back and forth a few times: "Remember, the one who killed you is Xiahou Baichuan!"
The knife twisted in Zheliebie's heart, and Zheliebie's face was extraordinarily ferocious. He looked at the red-eyed enemy in front of him, and suddenly his tension relaxed, and his body fell limply go down.
Xiahou Baichuan bent down and grabbed Zhe Liebie's hair loss and belt, lifted it up, and threw it under the stone wall.
The corpse sprinkled blood all the way in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Xiahou Baichuan had just wiped the sweat off his forehead when he didn't notice that a wolf cavalry soldier who had just climbed up slashed his thigh with a knife, and his body immediately shook and almost fell over. At this moment, a long lance came over from the slanted stab, and pierced the wolf cavalryman's throat with a pop. Chang Leng picked up the hanging corpse and threw it violently, knocking down several wolf cavalry below.
"General Xiahou, go down and rest, Chen Dingnan will replace you!"
Xiahou Baichuan glanced back and saw that it was Fang Jie's general Chen Dingnan who came up with the reserve team.
"I can do it!"
Xiahou Baichuan tore off a piece of clothing to cover the wound: "It's not time to rest yet!"
Chen Dingnan grabbed his clothes and helped him up, then ordered without looking back: "General Xiahou, please go down and treat the wounds, now it's our Chen Jiaerlang's turn to kill the enemy!"
Xiahou Baichuan was supported to go down, only at this time did he realize that the uniforms of the reserve team that came up were different from ordinary soldiers. This is a team of about 200 people, everyone is holding a long spear in their hands, these 200 people are not wearing armor, all in white robes. On the gray and black battlefield, the two hundred long spears in white robes looked so eye-catching.
"Like array!"
Chen Dingnan swung Changlong forward and swept away the head of a wolf rider: "Let these barbarians see how Chen Jiaerlang killed people!"
The soldiers in black armor were replaced, and two hundred white robes formed a human wall in the rain of blood!