Mu Chen's face was angry, this is also Mu Chen's character, several offensives of the middle lane camp of Zhao Guo were declared a failure in front of the opponent's bow and crossbow, and the troops were damaged, and the siege camp had to retreat.

"General, the opponent's bow and crossbow are too powerful, and the front army can't rush up at all." The leader in charge of the siege came to the front with a wolf face, and blood oozed from his shoulder.

"You're hurt?"

"It's out of the way, I was rubbed by an arrow." Although the words were easy, the situation was extremely dangerous, the leader led the siege camp to approach quickly, with the weapon in his hand to protect him in front of him, swish, the sound of arrows breaking through the air came, everyone waved their weapons, poof, the arrows shot down from above were fast and fast, the weapons in their hands alone could not be stopped, the leader swung his sword and shot down one, his body turned to the right, an arrow almost passed through his chest, and his left shoulder was scratched by the tip of the arrow.

"General Ben can see clearly, the offensive is unfavorable, no wonder you, go down first to treat your injuries."

"General Xie!"

The man left quickly, it was really strange, when did the Yan army shoot so accurately, Mu Chen muttered to himself, the soldier has thick armor, and if the arrow cannot hit the vital point, the power will be greatly reduced, and it will not even be able to cause effective damage. Mu Chen could see clearly when the arrow fell from above, it was almost an arrow to kill a person, clean and sharp, and the speed of the shot was extremely fast, such a means seemed to be only possible with the Iron Bull's carefully trained marksmanship battalion.

"Catapults prepare, attack the walls, and smash them at me."

The siege camp was unfavorable, Mu Chen had to use a catapult, the original structure of the catapult was very simple, a huge lever, the long end was a leather holster or a wooden basket loaded with stones, the short end was tied to dozens of ropes, when the order was given, dozens of people pulled the rope at the same time, and used the principle of levers to throw the stones.

Catapult can be called the most powerful offensive weapon in the Warring States Period, the only disadvantage is that it is slightly cumbersome and not conducive to long-distance combat, it is also easy to suffer from ambushes and losses, the catapult camp must need one or two teams of elite escorts, once the catapult is put into large-scale The result can be imagined, flying stones all over the sky, let you have excellent copper skin and iron bone swordsmanship!

The order was issued, the soldiers in the rear have pulled down the long wood, the force above is great, it takes several people to work together to do it, the huge stone is placed on it, one person stretches out his finger to adjust the position, the control of the catapult is also a technology, the force is small and falls under the city will inevitably hurt their own team, the force is too big to fall into the city can not be effectively killed, it is best to fall directly above the city wall, the giant boulder falls from above, and the defenders on the city cannot dodge at all.

"Put!"

Bang bang bang, twenty catapults were sent out at the same time, huge stones flew upward, bang, smoke and dust rose everywhere, the boulder force was slightly smaller, and it directly hit the top of the city wall to avoid the body-shaped stone platform, and one side of the stone platform was cut off by the boulder.

A scream was heard, and stones fell directly from the height, and the Donghu archers below suffered one after another, "My legs, legs." Several people under the boulder directly smashed their brains apart, and one person jumped up with a flexible body, not wanting another stone to fall with it, and the body hit it, and the whole person flew down.

"I know that Lao Tzu is powerful, aim and smash."

The leader of the Jebe tribe above the city wall looked helpless, and on weekdays, he relied on bows and cavalry to gallop the grassland, but now it is different, and it is easy to defend the city, but the strange wooden cart used by the Zhao people makes people angry, and there is a burst of stones smashing into the city wall.

King Yan is protected by his own soldiers on one side, from time to time there are boulders falling into the city, smashing out a huge pit, immediately a soldier rushed forward to move the stones away, behind the city fortress, 50,000 Donghu cavalry are ready to go.

"Shield battalion, reinforcements."

A team of soldiers rushed straight to the top of the city wall, holding a shield in both hands, the shield was slightly heavy, it was the best to block the attack of the boulder, and it was not wrong to block the siege of the Zhao army with elite archers, the only drawback was that the troops were too single, the infantry was calm, the attack and defense were orderly, the cavalry impact was amazing, and the shooter could surprise the opponent with a bow and crossbow.

The shield rose above the city wall, and it suddenly played a role, the boulder fell on it, and the sound kept coming, and the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom below were also unhappy, and with a bang, the soldiers who resisted the shield with their bodies vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"General, reinforcements from the other side."

"It's not enough, the front army is attacking the city, the bow and crossbow battalions are coming forward, the cavalry is ready to charge, and the catapults continue to smash." Mu Chen gave a series of orders, and the siege camp rushed out again, with the sharpshooter battalion behind him, facing the archers in the city, holding his breath, and the speed under his feet was not slow at all.

"It's coming!"

"Shoot!"

The shield battalion suddenly retracted, hiding behind the shooter almost at the same time forward, swishing, the body just leaned out, the arrow crossbow shot upwards from the sky below, the black bull looked gloomy and pulled the trigger, almost at the same time as the shield was backwards, the arrow was shot from below, and the opponent's shooter was just close when he leaned down, and the timing was just right.

Puff puff, the arrows shot into the throat of the Donghu shooter one after another, hitting the vital point, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he had died under the opponent's arrows.

More than half of the archers in the first row were killed and wounded, and the survivors quickly retreated, and the scene was too terrifying, just revealing their figures, and the tips of the arrows approached quickly with cold light.

The second row of shooters almost did not hesitate to step forward quickly, almost stepping on the body of their companions, the blood still kept flowing from the throat, the arrows collided with each other in the air, the peak duel between the elite archers, both sides had casualties, the Donghu archers occupied a favorable position, although the horn bow could not be compared with the strong bow and crossbow, the victory was dexterity, and the shot could quickly dodge the oncoming arrows.

The leader of the Jebe tribe waved his hand down, the shooters of the lower camp quickly reinforced, the king of Donghu held the reins tightly, and attacked the first battle of the Central Plains, which is also a new beginning for the Donghu people, the god of the sacred grassland, bless your sons and daughters to conquer this world with their bravery, the king of Donghu secretly prayed in his heart, not timidity but a habit cultivated over the years, from a humble tribe to the strongest man on the grassland today, every step is accompanied by death.

"When will you attack, my lord?"

King Donghu waved his hand, "Attack as soon as noon is over." ”

At noon, the sun is at its highest position in the day, and the shadow of the person almost coincides with the body, and the king of Donghu believes that only at that time can the human soul be integrated with the earth and grassland, of course, there is another point, after noon, it must be the time when the Zhao army is tired, and the attack is the most suitable at this time.

Time passed slowly, the offensive of the Zhao army was amazing, there were Jebe archers above the fortress, and no one on either side got any benefits, Mu Chen's brows furrowed, "Who are those?" ”

"Judging from the clothes, it shouldn't be a swallow!"

Mu Chen nodded, "It's a little strange, I ordered someone to get a corpse and give it to the king." ”

"Yes!"

A group of camps rushed out, approaching quickly in the face of the rain of arrows, lowering their bodies as low as possible, and coming to the bottom of the city wall to lift a person back quickly, Zhao Kuozhong's army was still some distance away from the siege camp, the cavalry was running back and forth, and it was also reasonable that the attack was blocked, and standing on a high place, he could only vaguely see the figure moving back and forth above the city fortress.

"The King."

A group of soldiers approached, and Zhao Kuo jumped down from a height, "General Mu ordered me to bring one person to the king." With that, he fell aside, and the soldiers in the rear placed the body on a raised rock.

Zhao Kuo looked at it, his eyes were wide open, and he would definitely die if he was hit by an arrow in his throat, what was Mu Chen's intention in doing this, his gaze was downward, "Hu people!" ”

Zhao Kuo had fought with the Xiongnu before, and the clothes worn by the Huns were almost exactly the same as the corpses in front of them, so they could be seen at a glance.

"Where did the corpse come from?"

The soldier said: "General Fang Cai Mu ordered me to snatch it from the dead bodies under the city, it should be the defenders of the city." ”

"No, why are there Hu people on top of the Yan Kingdom City Fortress." Zhao Kuo quickly flashed several possibilities in his mind, Yan and Donghu are connected, it is not impossible for Hu people to join the Yan army camp, the most reasonable explanation should be the collusion between Yan and Hu people, if this is the case, it will definitely not have any advantage in the way of front-line formation.

The drums are bursting, the time has come, the camp attacking the mountain on both sides is launched, the infantry, cavalry, and crossbowmen keep climbing upward, the mountain is steep, the camp is moving slowly, tens of thousands of troops can not be spread out, people are crowded with people, the Zhao army has moved forward bravely, and no one wants to lag behind.

"Rush, kill."

"Beat the drums and withdraw the troops immediately."

The generals below ran out quickly, shouting in their mouths, "The king has an order, beat the drum and withdraw the troops." The shouting of killing completely drowned out the man's voice, and he had to keep waving his arms.