Rows of long ladders set up the city wall, Han Jiaerlang held a knife in his right hand, held the ladder with his left hand, and roared towards the city.

At this moment, the bows and arrows on the castle tower were no longer a threat.

However, defending the city has never been limited to arrows and crossbows.

When the Han soldiers climbed halfway up to the city, they suddenly heard a dull rolling sound from above, and before they could look up, they felt that it was dark in front of them, and their whole body fell back uncontrollably, falling sharply.

The Xianbei people at the head of the city lifted up thick pieces of wood and stones, and kept smashing them down.

Those who rush to the forefront are often smashed to the point that their heads are bleeding and even their brains are bursting.

Even so, the soldiers in the rear still did not flinch and struggled to climb forward.

The kung fu of the small half-pillar incense has passed, and the foot of Huze Pass has been covered with the corpses of the Han army, and the ground is chaotic, and the blood is flowing in soup.

The rolling logs and falling rocks that were smashed earlier have long been soaked in the blood of the Han people.

The battle continues, and the soldiers who are at the forefront are still falling.

Fortunately, the belated thirty-two ladders finally crossed the trench and successfully reached the bottom of the city.

The arrival of the ladder made everyone's hearts flutter.

Ga ~ squeak ~

The soldiers inside the ladder began to pull the ropes, and the secondary ladder built on top of the main ladder slowly descended towards the city.

Mangtai on the tower of the city naturally knew what the consequences would be if this cloud ladder built the city, and shouted loudly: "Don't let this ghost thing build on the city wall!" ”

The Xianbei soldiers who received the order directly slammed into the ladder.

The position of the ladder is some distance from the city wall, and the rolling logs and falling rocks thrown by the Xianbei people in the city can hardly hit the ladder. As for the arrows, the towering sturdy baffle in front of the main ladder is enough to block hundreds or thousands of clusters of sharp arrows.

After several waves of attacks, not only did not destroy a single ladder, but even many Han people took advantage of this moment to climb into the city.

Mang Tai had to give up his plan to destroy the ladder, call on his soldiers, and make every effort to wipe out the Han people who climbed to the top of the city.

It's just that once the mouth of the dam is dug up, it will not be so easy to fill it up.

The huge hook fell on the head of the city, like the fangs of a wild beast, and it clung to the wall, never to let go.

The auxiliary ladder also followed the battlement at this moment, opening a new road for the Han army under the city.

The ladder has finally been built!

Han Jun'er Lang cheered in his heart, which meant that they didn't have to free one hand to tighten the escalator frame, but could hold a knife in one hand and a shield in the other hand to fight against the Xianbei people.

At this moment, the morale of the Han army soared.

Countless sons and daughters of the Han family went up the ladder, wanting to take the city first.

There is a clear order in the army, and the first person to climb the head of the city will be the first, and he will be rewarded with ten thousand dollars and promoted to two levels.

Ten thousand dollars, a lot.

Perhaps for the family, 10,000 dollars is only a drop in the bucket. But for those poor people at the bottom, 10,000 yuan is enough for them to live without food and clothing for a year.

Near the head of the city, a big man holding a shield was slashed three times by the Xianbei people, and the last knife was directly slashed at the collarbone, and the blade was two inches into the body.

The blood in the eyes of the man under the severe pain soared, and he threw away the shield in his hand, reached out to hold the back of the knife, and under the strength of the fight with the Xianbei man, he actually pulled the iron blade out of his shoulder.

Then he raised the knife and slashed, and the wrist and palm of the Xianbei man in front of him fell off together with the steel knife in his hand, and fell from the city.

The Xianbei man was stunned for a moment, and then he clutched the broken wrist that was spurting blood, and let out a heart-rending wail.

The man witnessed the tragic situation of the person in front of him, but he couldn't bear half pity in his heart, he gasped and whispered: "In the next life, don't be a Xianbei person." ”

The sword was raised, and a head flew high.

The scarred man didn't care to rest, and in his eyes he only saw the battlements that were close at hand, and he took another step forward.

Three oncoming spears pierced his belly in an instant.

The man who stepped on the ladder was caught off guard, his body staggered, swayed, and the war knife in his hand was also out of his palm due to weakness.

He was already at the end of his crossbow and was powerless to fight back.

Looking down at the three spears that pierced his body, he clenched his hands tightly, and used all the strength he had left in his life to move forward step by step.

The pain of the spear stirring the internal organs is no less than the cracking and peeling of the skin.

Blood continued to pour out through his clenched teeth, and the man let out an angry roar in the disbelieving eyes of the three Xianbei soldiers: "Damn dog miscellaneous, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will die on top of this tower!" ”

The tragedy and tragedy of war can only be understood by those who have experienced it.

After all, he failed to reach the top of the city, and he was destined not to leave his name in the history of the future generations.

The death of the man did not cause any commotion, and the sons and daughters of the Han family are still moving forward one after another.

Song Xian in the rear caught the man's body, and the blood flowing from his body was hot, staining Song Xian's palm red.

Song Xian stretched out his hand and slowly closed his staring eyes, and said silently: "Brother, let's go." ”

Then he took his knife and slaughtered all the way to the city.

"Kill!"

At the headquarters of the Han army, there was another overwhelming shout of killing.

Hu Che'er took the remaining 6,000 foot soldiers and charged again.

Retracting his gaze from the city, Lu Bu's tightly locked eyebrows soothed a little, and he turned his head sideways and asked the current captain of the cavalry battalion: "Lei Hu, I asked you to take the people from the cavalry battalion to break through the city gate, can you do it?" ”

Hearing this task, Lei Hu was stunned, he never thought that Lu Bu would entrust him with such an important task, and even hearing Lu Bu shouting his name was like a dream.

From the beginning of the defeat of the Xianbei people at Yanmen Pass, Lei Hu regarded Lu Bu as a lifelong follower.

Hearing Lu Bu's order at this moment, Lei Hu's heart was even more bloody, and he hugged his fists and shouted to Lu Bu: "I can't break this city gate, Lei Hu raised his head to see the general!" ”

After that, Lei Hu led more than 100 soldiers, lifted the four siege rams that had been prepared long ago, and marched towards the city gate.

At first, the battering ram was not used because the target was too big, and it might have been shot before reaching the city gate.

Now, those Xianbei people at the head of the city are busy dealing with the Han soldiers who are besieging the city, and they can't spare their hands at all.

Whether you win or lose depends on this wave.

Lu Bu stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, he suddenly felt that he was no different from a gambler in the market, and all the chips in his hand were thrown away.

All we can do now is quietly wait for the moment when the cards are opened.

Behind him were the three thousand cavalry soldiers brought by Wei Musheng, and the nine hundred warriors of the wolf cavalry battalion.

and nearly twenty Hanoi generals who are already commanders of the light pole.

However, Lu Bu did not intend to send them to attack the city.

A cavalry siege is no different from sending a city to death.

A simple truth that ordinary soldiers know.

Unless, unless, the gates of the city can be broken.

The sunset sinks to the bottom of the mountain, and the bricks of Huze Pass are sprinkled with blood, which complements the sunset on the horizon.

Song Xian was not the first to rush to the city, but he was the one who held out the longest.

The blade in his hand had changed a few times, and Song Xian, who was covered in blood, couldn't care about the wounds on his body, and slashed left and right with the knife like a thug, constantly expanding the range around him.

Gradually, more and more Han sons poured into the city.