After resting for a night, on the morning of the next day, Lu Yao gave an order. Nearly 2,000 players led 230,000 troops to Yingchuan City, and surrounded the four gates of the southeast, northwest, and north.

Lu Yao rode his horse to the front of the formation, strangled the snow and stared at Yingchuan City, which was a mile away. At this time, Yingchuan City had all been mobilized. The dense Yellow Turban Army made final preparations on the city walls.

"Zilong." Lu Yao shouted.

"The end will be." Zhao Yun rode out of battle in response and hugged Lu Yao with a fist.

"I ordered you to break through the city gates, would you like to give it a try?" Lu Yao's horsewhip in his hand pointed directly at the east gate of Yingchuan, and his tone was resolute.

"If you don't break through the city gates, the last general will come to see you." Zhao Yun was high-spirited, and with a wave of the silver spear in his hand, a thousand horsemen under his command immediately went into battle, driving the horses to start trotting and accumulating strength.

The biggest advantage of cavalry is that when the speed is increased, the impact is strong. However, before you can get the speed to the top, you need to warm up the horse and get the most out of it.

Lu Yao saw that Zhao Yun had already started to prepare, and looked up at the sky. There is no clock in the game, and the time depends on the position of the sun in the sky. Estimating that it had reached the pre-set launch time, Lu Yao pointed at the east gate of Yingchuan City with a horsewhip.

"Kill!"

More than 50,000 soldiers and horses along the way immediately shouted in unison. 10,000 swordsmen with shields in front, 20,000 pikemen behind them, and the last 10,000 archers followed. The remaining 10,000 riders, led by various players, followed behind Zhao Yun and began to warm up the horses.

A mile away, fleeting.

With a bang, a rain of arrows rose from the city wall, almost covering half of the sky. The city suddenly darkened, followed by a dense rain of arrows falling in the formation of Pu Dao's soldiers.

Suddenly screams rang out. After a rain of arrows, at least seven or eight hundred Pu sword soldiers fell from arrows. At this time, the Pak Dao Soldier Formation had advanced to half the distance. There are still more than 200 meters left from the east gate.

Before the Pu Dao soldiers could catch their breath, another round of arrows flew in. With the experience just now, there are still 400 Park Dao soldiers who fell to the ground with arrows in this round. After the rain of arrows, the Pu Dao soldiers were already crossing the death distance, raising shields and arraying under the city, carrying the only dozens of ladders behind them to block the wooden rolling stones.

"Shoot the arrows."

Lu Yao personally led the archers to the front line, and when he saw the rain of rolling stones on the city wall, killing and injuring countless people, he immediately sent out a lightning flash.

Crackle crackle.

Six thunderbolts fell from the sky, bombarded the city wall, and when they landed, the Yellow Turban soldiers within a radius of ten meters were so shocked that their hands and feet were numb, and they couldn't lift the wooden rolling stones.

After the thunderbolt fell, 10,000 archers released their bowstrings at the same time, converging into a thunderous muffled sound. A dense rain of arrows roared up the walls. After a rain of arrows, the city wall was obviously much sparser, and the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall was suppressed for a moment

"Arrows, arrows, arrows!" Lu Yao didn't spare his skills at all, and two lightning strikes flashed down on the city wall, so that no one dared to come forward within thirty meters of the city wall, buying time for the archers to reopen their bows and arrows.

Dozens of ladders took the opportunity to approach the city wall and set up one after another. Immediately after the thousands of Pu Dao soldiers who survived from under the rolling stones, they climbed up the ladder one after another, and climbed up without fear of death.

Under the cover of the rain of arrows, dozens of Pu sword soldiers took the lead in climbing the city wall. The Yellow Turban Army, which reacted, immediately launched a counterattack, and in just a few breaths, dozens of Pu sword soldiers who climbed the city wall were killed in less than a minute, and several ladders were knocked down.

Lu Yao had no skills, and his face was solemn. The situation is very unpromising. Not long after the siege began, less than half of the 10,000 Pu sword soldiers remained. 10,000 archers desperately suppressed the head of the city, but they still couldn't stop the Yellow Turban Army from quickly reoccupying the city wall, and condescendingly smashed the Pu Dao soldiers on the cloud ladder with wooden rolling stones.

"Hahaha...... Ignorant child, do you think you can capture Yingchuan in this way? ”

The wild laughter of the generals who defended the city floated from the top of the city. Lu Yao's face sank. After all, there are still fewer ladders, and the dozens of ladders captured from Dongjun are simply not enough. Although there are many soldiers and horses under the city, they are unable to form a military advantage because they have no ladders. I think the other three sides are in the same situation.

"Zilong!" Lu Yao shouted loudly.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yun took the lead, rode his horse and raised his gun, ignoring his own soldiers along the way, and crashed straight into him. All the soldiers who stood in front of him were knocked out on the spot. Followed by 10,000 horsemen, under the leadership of various players, they forcibly crashed into their own military formation.

"Ding, Zhao Yun killed his own soldiers, and the morale of the whole army dropped by 30 percent."

Lu Yao glanced at the system message that had just arrived, and was silent. The besieging army was clearly retreating. The 30 percent drop in morale of the whole army has had a tremendous impact. The casualties immediately increased considerably.

This is a disadvantage of military generals. Rage is a required stat to unleash a special move. Either it grows over time, or you can only rely on killing the target to increase your rage quickly.

He couldn't afford to wait. can only choose to sacrifice his own soldiers to quickly accumulate anger for Zhao Yun. While accumulating anger, killing your own soldiers will inevitably lead to a decline in the morale of the whole army. This is very detrimental to the siege. Fortunately, he put his chips on Zhao Yun from the beginning. Lacking siege items, it is difficult to storm a city.

"Silver Dragon Break."

Zhao Yunze's horse and stabbed with a stabbing belt, and finally accumulated enough anger, and immediately aimed at the city gate and stabbed with a gun. Suddenly, a silver dragon of light flew out from the tip of the spear. The dragon groaned, and directly opened a bloody path among the dense soldiers, and finally crashed into the city gate with a bang.

There was a piercing groan from the gate, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared on impact, but it still didn't break through. Lu Yao's heart sank, and he still underestimated Yingchuan's defense. The gates have been reinforced.

"Ding, Zhao Yun's characteristic death battle is launched, which greatly increases the chance of releasing special moves."

Zhao Yun saw that he failed to break through the city gate with one blow, his expression was solemn, and he rushed along the bloody road with his horse and spear. Approaching the city gate more than 20 meters away, he shouted again, and the silver spear came out of his hand, wrapped in a silver light dragon, and flew straight to the city gate with a burst of dragon groans.

There was a loud bang, and the silver spear sank deep into the heavy city gate. The silver dragon of infinite power suddenly exploded. The gates were torn apart and carried into the city by a strong current.

"Kill!" When Lu Yao saw that the city gate was destroyed, his eyes flashed, and he immediately raised his horsewhip and pointed at Yingchuan City.

"Kill!"

The news of the broken city gate immediately spread throughout the army. The morale of the whole army immediately skyrocketed. More than 10,000 pikemen who had survived the Rolling Stones immediately swarmed up.

"Kill!" Zhao Yun pulled out the long sword at his waist and led the 10,000 horsemen who followed closely behind him to rush into the city.

Seeing Zhao Yun lead the army into the city, Lu Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. 10,000 horsemen entered the city, followed by more than 10,000 pikemen who survived under the rolling stones, and the overall situation was decided.

"Win." Lu Yao patted the neck of the snow crow, and his mood was very relaxed.

Long before the breakthrough of Dongjun, Huangfu Song sent people to break through the siege and send a military order, ordering him to cooperate with the hermit to take advantage of the emptiness of Yingchuan to capture Yingchuan. So he accepted the order, but the difference was that he was to take the lead in capturing Yingchuan, at any cost.

Treading the snow Wu Qi snorted dissatisfiedly, shook his head, and then turned around and spat on his saliva as if he was making a fuss about Lu Yao with contempt. Lu Yao laughed and rode over.

More than 20,000 soldiers and horses entered the city, and Zhao Yun and hundreds of players comparable to commanders took the lead in rushing and killing. When the other three gates were opened, the thief ran fast and the others led an army into the city. The city of Yingchuan quickly calmed down, and only a few alleys remained, and there were still small groups of Yellow Turban troops resisting.

Lu Yao rode his horse to the mansion. At this time, the thief ran fast and other players in charge of the other three sides had already arrived. Seeing Lu Yao coming, everyone quieted down.

The losses in this battle were extremely heavy. Lu Yao has Zhao Yun, a first-class general, and the casualties have exceeded more than 20,000, half of which has been lost. The other three sides also went out to reinforce the east gate in order to drag the defenders of the three gates. More than 50,000 soldiers and horses attacked each city gate, and the average loss exceeded 30,000.

Of the 230,000 troops, less than 100,000 remained.

Lu Yao looked around at the thief and the others, and suddenly laughed: "Everyone has worked hard. ”