The autumn sun hangs obliquely, and the golden sunlight reflects the ancient city wall, which is a bit dazzling.

In the vast heaven and earth, the shouts of killing sounded again.

"Look, those Han people are here again."

The Xianbei people who closed it were accustomed to laughing, and some didn't even take their weapons, they just leaned against the wall and looked at the city like a show.

They knew that these Han people would soon turn around and run again.

Therefore, even when Hou Cheng rushed into the range of the bow with 3,000 people, there was still not a single feather arrow shot at them.

The wind is whistling in my ears.

You, are afraid of death.

Lu Bu's solemn expression surged in Hou Cheng's mind, this former second master on Waniu Mountain had a sudden heart, he knew that he would die for a lifetime.

But he still responded without hesitation.

He has been following Lu Bu for a few days, and he has fought a lot of battles big and small, but his performance has always been mediocre.

Charging into battle, he is not as good as Song Xian; arched horses and horses, he is not as good as Cao Xing; Scheming and strategizing, not to mention drama, even the fourteen-year-old Zhang Liao can't compare.

This made Hou Cheng live with low self-esteem for a while.

So this time, even if you want to lose your life, you must complete the task assigned by the general!

"The Xianbei people's rejection spur is just around the corner, brothers, whether we can win Huze Pass or not depends on us!"

Hou Cheng shouted and rushed forward, and the three thousand soldiers behind him jumped up, rushed to the front, pulled out his knife and slashed at the row of obstructive spurs.

Bang bang bang ~

A series of chopping sounds shocked the Xianbei people on the city gate, and Mangtai, who was the first to come back to his senses, shouted loudly: "Release the arrow!" Shoot the arrows! ”

Woo blah ~ blah ~

Before the Xianbei people could make a move, hundreds of arrows and feathers crossed the border like locusts, shooting wave after wave towards the city tower.

For a while, the arrows at the head of Huze Pass rained down, and many Xianbei soldiers were shot through the chest of their heads on the spot before they could react.

"***, what's going on!"

Mang Tai covered his arm that had been shot and hid behind the battlement, his face blackened to the bottom of the pot, and anyone could see the anger in his heart. If he hadn't reacted in time just now, I'm afraid he would have met Hades at this time.

Through the battlements on the city wall, Mang Tai found that there were many black-armored cavalry on both sides below, and they rode war horses to charge alternately under the pass, and the arrows shot with strong bows in their hands were constantly devouring the lives of the Xianbei people on the city tower.

Under the countless flying arrows, the Xianbei people who pressed the head of the city could barely raise their heads.

"Fight back, fight back, shoot those damn horsemen!" Seeing one son after another falling, the angry Mangtai yelled again.

The archers at the head of the city got up one after another, pulled their crossbows apart, and many of them were shot as hedgehogs on the spot before they could take aim.

And the arrows that were shot out were basically ten arrows and nine empty, and the wolf cavalry camp under the city was like rabbits, and the speed of alternating gallops could not catch them at all.

On top of that, the Wolf Riding Camp doesn't give you time to aim slowly.

After a few waves of arrow rain, there were only more than twenty or thirty people who fell from the wolf riding camp, and the archers at the head of the city had changed several times.

"General, what should we do?" The soldier beside him prostrated himself and asked anxiously.

"You ask me, I ask who to go!"

Mang Tai, who was holding back the fire in his belly, was furious, and he looked at the black-armored horsemen below who didn't know how to get tired, and his teeth itched with hatred.

Just as Mang Tai was thinking about how to deal with the wolf cavalry camp, the rain of arrows on the castle tower disappeared without warning.

The battalion of 30,000 arrows was shot by the wolf cavalry battalion.

The destructive power of the 3,000 men was enormous, and under the cover of the fierce fire of the wolf cavalry battalion, in less than half a pillar of incense, all the repulsive horses that stood in the way were destroyed.

Lu Bu, who was under the banner, waved his hand, and the soldiers on the left and right sides came out.

In this wave, at least 10,000 people were dispatched.

"Kill!"

The Han soldiers who had been sharp for a long time held back their evil breath, and four or five people lifted a long ladder and rushed forward bravely, shouting and killing for nine days.

At the same time, all 32 ladders were dispatched.

Woo woo ~ woo woo ~ ~~

In the midst of countless shouts and killings, the low and long horn sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Mangtai at the head of the city straightened up and hid no more, he knew what the sound of the trumpet meant.

Mangtai summoned a soldier and told him to inform General Bukhru of what had happened here.

The Han army under the city pass came like an ant tide, and the arrows rained down on the city pass.

The soldiers in front of them carried their shields and under countless arrows, and used their bodies to erect strong barriers to protect the brothers who carried the long ladder behind.

Maybe before this, they were not familiar with each other, and they didn't even say the most basic greetings, but at this moment, they are the closest brothers in blood.

The shield was narrow, one-third the size of a human body, and could not even cover half of the body.

What can come down from the battlefield alive is not only strength, but also the luck favored by God.

Thirty zhang is not far away, but every time you rush a few steps forward, you will find that the brother who was still with him just now has fallen to the ground at some point, and can no longer get up.

The arrows shot from the head of the city were more like poisonous snakes spitting cold breath. Just take a bite on the person, and there will be no more strength to move forward.

Fortunately, the horses that got in the way had been removed, and the charging soldiers were so full of strength that they rushed to the front of the trench almost in one breath.

The wide trench, with its bloody mouth, wants the whale to devour everyone who wants to pass by.

The role of the long ladder is fully exerted at this moment.

Unlike ladders, ladders are simple and lightweight, and only need two or three people to carry them, and they can move quickly around the battlefield.

In addition to building walls and climbing the city, the biggest function of this kind of wooden ladder is to erect a ditch and open up a new way forward for the soldiers who came from behind.

The Han sergeant threw the long ladder in his hand forward, and more than a dozen long ladders were erected on top of the trench at the same time, and the ground cut off by the trench was once again connected together.

Han Erlang, who was the first to step through the trench, was pierced through the head by an arrow, and his whole body stood in place for a long time before falling to the ground, his white eyes staring deadly.

The robe behind him swept past him without the slightest pause.

His death did not make the big man retreat in fear, but triggered the blood in their hearts even more.

At this moment, everyone risked their lives, and all they saw was the towering city wall in front of them, and the group of robbers and thieves who should roll out of the territory of the Han Dynasty.

The dead rest in peace on this land, and the living have to continue to charge.

This is war, it is very helpless and cruel, and there is no reason for it.

Beyond the ditch, the distance from the city wall was less than ten zhang.

This also means that the road ahead will be more dangerous.

Thirty-two ladders are approaching.

The ladders have to cross the trenches, and the long ladders alone will not work, they cannot bear the weight of the ladders, and someone has to fill the trenches.

The Hanoi generals could not be relied on, so this task fell to Song Xian, who took 800 men, each carrying a bag full of dirt, and ran bravely towards the trench.

Mang Tai on the city pass was not deaf, let alone blind, he immediately set aside half of his crossbowmen and concentrated his fire on Song Xian's side.

These 800 men had no weapons, let alone shields to defend them, and they were all rushing forward with a wave of enthusiasm.

With the archers at the head of the city were fired, one, two, ten, twenty......

Constantly people fell on the way to the charge.

The arrows flew through their chests, arms, and ribs, and even so, Han Erlang who fell to the ground did not give in, and they lay on the ground, stretched out their arms, and struggled to climb forward.

Even if there is a breath there, even if it is climbing, it must be climbed to the end.

In the past, there was a champion Hou who swept Mobei, and Ma Fubo pacified Jiaozhi.

This time, we were also able to completely expel the Xianbei people.

This is the belief of a nation, and it is also the iron backbone of my big man!

As long as the ladder can successfully reach the city, the war is half won.

The soldiers with mud bags on their backs were convinced of this.

But when they finally rushed to the ditch, only 300 of the 800 people led by Song Xian remained, and they threw the mud bags on their backs into the ravine, but they were still much worse.

Jokingly said that it would take 600 bags of sediment to make the thirty-two ladders pass smoothly.

That's half the difference.

Song Xian immediately made a decision and ordered the three hundred surviving people to go everywhere again and pick up those scattered mud bags.

Before long, Hou Cheng ran back from the front, he jumped into the trench, interrupted Song Xian's hand movements, and gasped.

"Didn't you charge ahead, why did you retreat?" Looking at Hou Cheng, whose face was covered with blood, Song Xian couldn't help but have some doubts.

Now at this juncture, there is no time to elaborate.

Hou Cheng wiped a handful of blood from his face, and said directly: "Old Song, I'll fill this ravine for you, you go and take the brothers to rush." ”

Song Xian paused, then shook his head and continued his movements.

Hou Cheng was anxious, slapped the mud bag off Song Xian's hand, and roared loudly under Song Xian's slightly angry gaze: "Don't fucking ink, you stretch out your neck to see how many of our charging brothers have fallen, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's lack of your ability, do you think I would come to you?" If we continue like this, we'll all have to finish the fun! ”

The sound of the trumpet continued, and the shouts of killing under the city filled the ears, and it never dissipated for a moment.

A flying arrow feather slashed across Song Xian's face, leaving an inch-long blood mark on his resolute face. This dull man in the past looked at Hou Cheng and said lightly: "Stay here, you will die." ”

It's not a joke, anyone can hear the heaviness in the voice.

Hou Cheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and patted Song Xian's shoulder nonchalantly: "Lao Tzu is a man with eight lives, how could he die here so easily." ”

"Those Xianbei people in the city are really hard to bite, except for the general, I guess only you can chew their bones."

Speaking of this, Hou Cheng handed over the war knife in his hand to Song Xian, as if he was on his mind, and laughed very easily.

Song Xian no longer shirked, held the knife, and climbed onto the ground.

"Old Song!"

Looking at Song Xian's back as he was about to go away, Hou Cheng suddenly shouted.

Song Xian in front of him turned his head, "Huh? ”

"In case I have to explain here, I mean, please tell the general...... "Hou Cheng said loudly, word by word.

"If there is an afterlife, Hou Cheng is still willing to lead a horse for the general!"