Fighting a war is an extremely cruel thing, and it can even be said to be the most cruel thing in the world.

Even in this era when there are no hot weapons, cold weapon warfare is also very cruel, on horseback archery, the Han people are naturally not as good as these nomads, and the bow and crossbow that the Xianbei people are good at as long as the distance is close enough, can even shoot through the armor of the Great Jin soldiers, as for the close-range fighting, these red-eyed Xianbei people who are not afraid of death, will directly fight with you for their lives, although they do not wear iron armor, only wear simple leather armor, but the scimitar in their hands is extremely sharp, in the case of close combat between the two sides, the Zhenbei army does not take any advantage, There will even be a slight loss.

The only thing that the Zhenbei army can rely on is the high city tower of Jimen Pass, with the topography, you can use stones to boil oil to cause a lot of damage to the enemy besieging the city, but whether it is a stone or boiling oil or gold juice, in the face of tens of thousands of people, after the number of people, it will appear a little weak, you can kill three people and four people with a stone, and if you are lucky, you can kill more than a dozen people at most, how many stones can there be on this city tower?

As long as you are willing to die, you can always break the city.

And before the Xianbei people attacked the city, they would definitely put a row of Han prisoners in front of the military formation, as a human shield, to resist the first round of arrow rain on the Jimen Gate, this method sounds cruel, but in fact it is already one of the most common means at the border pass, so common that even Zhao Fang, the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army, will not blink their eyes when they shoot Han prisoners.

Finally, these Xianbei people resisted several rounds of arrow rain on the city tower and rushed to the root of the city wall, but at this time there were already corpses lying all over the ground under the city wall, most of them were Han captives captured by the Xianbei Department, and Xiaoban was a Xianbei person.

After these Xianbei people rushed to the bottom of the city tower, they immediately set up a ladder and climbed towards the city wall like crazy tigers one by one.

Behind them, someone shouted in Xianbei and Han.

"The one who ascends the gate of thistle first, gives a thousand cattle and sheep, and a hundred beauties!"

After the Xianbei people were driven out of Jimen Pass by Ye Sheng, they lost the official position system of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and the grassland has been tribal for decades, and there is no official title at all, but cattle, sheep and women are always the most precious property on the grassland.

Now the people who rushed to the front were all the people of Yuwen Zhao's royal tent, and they were more willing to believe Yu Wenzhao's orders than the people of the other three departments, so even if they suffered heavy casualties, they all rushed towards the city wall desperately!

Zhao Fang's lieutenant battalion, responsible for guarding one of the small sections of the city wall, this young lieutenant who was only in his early twenties, after shooting a few Xianbei barbarians with a longbow, saw a few Xianbei people climb up, he dropped the longbow in his hand, pulled out a blue long sword from his waist, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, took the long sword as a long knife, and cut directly at the head of the Xianbei people who climbed up!

To be able to climb the city tower in this kind of chaos, it is natural that people who are agile in their hands, the Xianbei man reacted quickly, pulled out the scimitar in his waist to block, the two weapons touched together, the long sword only stopped for a moment, and then cut off the scimitar, this brave Xianbei warrior was directly cut off half of his head by the pheasant sword!

His eyes widened and he fell off the wall, dead and dead.

Zhao Fang was dressed roughly, picked up the green pheasant sword that Li Xin lent him, and slashed and killed several Xianbei people, and at the same time, his right shoulder was also shot by the enemy, and the tip of the arrow entered the flesh by half an inch!

Zhao Fang gritted his teeth and viciously pulled out the feather arrow on his shoulder, and blood suddenly gushed out.

He looked around left and right, looked at the situation on this section of the city wall, turned back to one of his close subordinates, and shouted: "There are too many Xianbei people climbing up here, go and report it!" Let General Wang reinforce our battalion! ”

On the battlefield, shouts of killing came and went.

Half of Zhao Fang's body was stained red by the blood spurting from his shoulder, but his blood was surging at this time, and he didn't feel pain at all, and he was still holding the pheasant sword to cut people, but as soon as he took two steps, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Not everyone is a peerless warrior like Ye Mao.

The fierce generals on the battlefield are too few and too few, the Ye family is a bloodline inheritance, others can't learn it, in fact, most people are cannon fodder who may lose their lives at any time when they arrive on the battlefield.

Zhao Fang too.

When he returned to the capital with Li Xin in his early years, he was still a weak child, although he has been trained in the army in the past few years, and he has also practiced with Li Xin for a few years, but his body is here, and it is impossible to become a fierce general in a few years of practicing family boxing, in fact, if it is not for the time when he went north, Li Xin lent him his early general's inner armor and the green pheasant sword he carried, and this clock Xiaoxiao was already a widow!

Zhao Fang was unconscious, fainted on the ground, and when he woke up, it was already dark, Zhao Fang looked left and right, and found himself lying in a tent in the Zhenbei Army camp, and in this tent, there was a middle-aged general in his forties and fifties.

It was Wang Dun, the deputy general of the Zhenbei Army.

After Ye Mao left the Zhenbei Army, it was the deputy general of the Zhenbei Army who took care of the Zhenbei Army, and after the clan of the Great Jin Dynasty arrived in the Zhenbei Army, Wang Dun took over almost all military affairs, and this middle-aged general can be said to be the actual Zhenbei general.

Zhao Fang recognized Wang Dun and was about to stand up and salute immediately, but as soon as his body moved, there was a piercing pain in his right shoulder, he snorted and lay back on the bed, sweat immediately oozing from his forehead.

Wang Dun realized that Zhao Fang had woken up, he immediately walked to Zhao Fang's bed, and said in a deep voice: "The arrow wound on Zhao Duwei's shoulder is not shallow, and it also hurts some bones, it will take at least two or three months to move, and you must rest during this time, otherwise your right arm may be useless." ”

Zhao Fang gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, the pain in his shoulder was a little better, he wiped the sweat with his left hand, and asked, "General...... We...... Did you hold it? ”

"Hold on."

Wang Dun sighed: "The Northern Barbarians attacked the city yesterday and did not withdraw until sunset. ”

"Yesterday...... Yesterday? ”

Wang Dun nodded and said, "You have been asleep for a day and a night. ”

"When the soldiers took me to see you, your face was as pale as a dead man, covered in blood, and it frightened me."

Wang Dun glanced at Zhao Fang, and said a little helplessly: "Back then, Hou Ye Li and the little grandfather once instructed me to let me take care of you, you just went home and got married, if you die like this, I don't know how many people will have to trouble me." ”

Speaking of this, the old general, who had gray hair, opened his mouth and asked, "I heard that Zhao Duwei married Mrs. Li's sister?" ”

Zhao Fang nodded reluctantly and said slowly, "Sister-in-law." ”

"That's a great thing, too."

Speaking of this, Wang Dun glanced at the bloodless Zhao Fang, shook his head and sighed: "You have this relationship, you don't have to come back and work hard with us." ”

The pain in his shoulder came, and the pain made Zhao Fang grin.

He gritted his teeth and said: "After five or six years in the Zhenbei Army, I can't ...... When something happened, he fled. ”

"If you really die, you're here."

Speaking of this, Zhao Fang closed his eyes, thinking of his grandfather who told him to revitalize the family business, Li Shidao, the head of the Li family in Zhao County, and the red-clothed bride on the wedding night in Qiyang County, Yongzhou, and slowly exhaled.

"Then pull it down."

"You can't die."

Wang Dun stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Fang's left hand, and said slowly: "Yesterday, our army was very miserable, if the Yuwen Department came a few more times, Jimen Pass would be considered a miss, but the main general sent by the imperial court did nothing, and even half of the imperial court's reinforcements could not be invited, so they would only hide in Jizhou City and drink." ”

Speaking of this, Wang Dun spat viciously on the ground.

"If he didn't have a good surname, he would be a waste!"

Speaking of this, Wang Dun looked up at Zhao Fang and said in a deep voice: "Since Zhao Duwei is Mrs. Li's brother-in-law, he should be able to contact Mrs. Li." ”

"In this matter, Grandpa Ye is locked up in the capital, and any news from the Zhenbei Army will be seen by the imperial court first, Duwei Zhao, I need to use the person you used to contact Grandpa Ye in the capital to deliver a letter."

Zhao Fang, who was lying on the bed, couldn't stop "hissing" because of the pain in his shoulder, and he nodded with some difficulty.

"What is the general going to write...... The last general will find a way to help you get to the capital. ”

Wang Dun immediately took out a letter from his waist and placed it next to Zhao Fang.

"I've already written the letter."

He got up and hugged his fist at Zhao Fang.

"There is Captain Lao Zhao."

(End of chapter)