The yard suddenly became much quieter. Everyone knew that they would fight hard, but fighting from one direction was different from being surrounded.

Zhao Jin took a few deep breaths, his judgment was correct, and he finally stabilized his morale. He turned around just now and was a little calmer, for fear that he had thought it was wrong.

The "wooden wall" opposite was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Jin was also looking up the building and lowered his body. He suddenly cursed in a low voice. Zhao Jin suddenly thought that it would be a good thing if the thieves outside really wanted to siege from all sides. The enemy's troops would be diluted and his chances of winning would be much greater.

"Take all the boiling water up and set up a pot to boil water here." Zhao Jin shouted back. At this time, his order was the backbone of Zhao's camp. Someone immediately went to execute it, but no one saw the bitter smile on Zhao Jin's face. He had known that he should have boiled water under the wall. Now it was too late and could not be burned. As for passing it from the kitchen, the temperature would drop, and it was more likely to burn his family.

"Damn it, the thief is still opposite, hiding in the bunker, and retreating." The enemy archers in the south came down from the roof and shot arrows here in the yard. Fortunately, it only caused panic and did not hurt people. The other enemies on both sides did not leave. Their harassment was to restrain the defense in the yard.

There was another commotion in the courtyard, but this disturbance was much smaller than before. The servants of Zhaoying also realized that the harassment in these places could not be fundamental. Although it was still chaotic, they slowly calmed down.

The four sides were launched at the same time, so that he could not concentrate on one side. The monk soldiers in Yunshan Temple outside had the advantage and were so cautious. Compared with the horse team that had previously been rampant and underestimated the enemy, the people who led the team were really amazing, and they looked like a lion fighting against a rabbit.

The harassment in the other two places continued, while the arrows in the south roared through the air but did not sound. Zhao Jin, who was on the watchtower, found that the "wall" opposite stopped temporarily. Someone shouted loudly and the whole team was aligned. More than a dozen people ran out of the street in the south and walked around behind the "wall".

Zhao Jin's eyes were fixed on the roof. The fire outside was getting stronger and stronger, reflecting everything very clearly. The dozen people held bows and arrows, which were the archers who were harassed on the roof of the south just now. After they turned to the "wall", they stood in a queue with the people there.

The "wooden wall" composed of the door panel is covered with archers. Zhao Jin took a deep breath and almost sixty bows were drawn. It seems that he had to completely suppress his defense in the east. His judgment was not bad. The enemy really had to invest all his strength to attack the courtyard wall in the east. But with the opponent investing such a lot of strength, can he defend it?

Zhao Jin reached out and wiped his pants, and there was no time when it was covered with sweat. This was his first experience of such a scene, such a battle of more than a thousand people. In the past, he heard the second uncle Zhao Zhenxing talk about the battle example. A battle of tens of thousands or tens of thousands of people sounded very relaxed, but when he thought about it, he felt that it didn't matter. But when he saw it, the two sides had only more than two thousand people in total. Looking at such a big scene, it puts such huge pressure on people. I wonder if he could see the sun tomorrow.

"The enemy has sixty bows, everyone hides, and the teams in the courtyard hide and set up the bunker again to listen to my orders and do not move around." Zhao Jin shouted later, and he was already hoarse and could no longer remain calm.

He lay on the Wangstreet, hid his body behind the bunker on the Wangstreet, and observed the movements outside through the gaps. After walking for a while, the monks' "wooden wall" was a little scattered and could not remain coherent and seemed scattered. There were some gaps between them. They stopped, re-aligned each other, and then continued to move forward. Behind the wooden wall were archers, and behind the archers were several columns, each team was about twenty people, and they were just arranged in two rows.

What is the use of such a thin column? Could it be the elite selection of the monk soldiers? But at this time it was dark and there was a "wooden wall" covering it. If you see it, the details would not be so clear.

After these four columns, there were a large group of people moving slowly forward. You could see that there were almost a team of 100 people. In front of each team, there was a great leader in armor. These monks had swords and guns in their hands, and they shone cold light under the reflection of the bonfire.

After walking ten steps, the monks' progress stopped again. It seemed that approaching the high walls of the He family's courtyard made them feel nervous. The pace could not maintain the same rhythm and had to be re-aligned. The "wooden wall" composed of the front door panel was not aligned, which was equivalent to losing the cover.

Zhao Jin's breathing was a little calmer. If the other party kept moving in an orderly manner, there was no need to fight this battle. After all, the other party was an armed man in the temple and could not be an elite person. But after thinking about it carefully, he was still shocked. The performance of the monk soldier in front of him could be regarded as the old soldier's strong soldier mentioned by the second uncle.

"It's almost enough to raise your head and shoot from a long time. Brother, do you want to do it?" Without the harassment of archers in the south, Dong Bingfeng hurried back.

Zhao Jin was watching this place attentively. Dong Bingfeng's words scared him, and then he reacted and said repeatedly: "Cum"

When he said this, Zhao Jin's face was feverish. He was too nervous just now and only cared about defense and hiding. He actually ignored his own archer and stood on the wooden platform behind the wall and shot upwards. The range could be further than the archer of the monks. This would allow him to fire in advance, causing obstacles and damage to the enemy.

"Look up and shoot three arrows before going far." Dong Bingfeng roughly estimated the distance and shouted at the top of his throat.

The archers hiding behind the wall heard this and hurriedly got up. Among Zhao Ziying's own archers, only Zhuang Liu stood up first. The rest were half a beat slower than the group of old cavalrymen, even more than only.

Dong Bingfeng himself stood upstairs, raising his bow and arrow upwards, and shot out with a "swoosh", and the roar of the arrow breaking through the air continued to sound.

The arrowhead shot at the elevation angle drew an arc and fell into the monks' team. Because the He family courtyard was noisy inside and there was no external reaction, the monks' team did not expect a counterattack. In addition, the queue and surrounding noises were noisy, and the arrowheads were whistling closer, and they realized it, but it was too late at this time.

Some arrows fell to nothing, some shot the "wooden wall", but more shot the monk soldiers, screaming and screaming immediately sounded, and the slowly advancing "wooden wall" stopped immediately. Several door panels fell to the ground, and two columns behind collapsed.

"Don't panic, raise the door panel." You can hear the shouts of the monk soldiers, but the shouts are quickly overwhelmed by the greater screams and chaos, and the second round of arrows has arrived again.

The people holding the door panel had already squatted down. The archers behind the door panel bent over and hid, but the door panel was covered with limited cover. The four columns "behind the wooden wall" were all in a mess. All of those people were retreating, either hiding behind the door panel or flashing outside the range, otherwise they would be shot too easily.

". Those who retreated, slashed, rushed forward, and suppressed them." Someone shouted at the top of his throat, and even louder screams rang out, "This is a role model."

Those big men in armor waved their weapons and might be shot and would definitely be killed by the back team. Everyone knows what to do.

The monk soldiers and archers hiding behind the door panel also began to fight back, but this distance was rather awkward, and the arrows shot here had no successor.

"The front team does not move, the back team kills the front team" shouts sounded.

"It's really a damn way of marching." Zhao Jin could hear it clearly in the tower and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

The entire queue of monk soldiers was stunned. I don’t know who shouted first. The wooden wall that had been half a shorter was suddenly raised and rushed forward. The archers behind the "wooden wall" also bent over and followed. What surprised Zhao Jin was that the monk soldiers were still maintaining the four columns, but they and their companions were already mixed together.

The third round of arrow rain shot out, and some monk soldiers were shot to death. However, the casualties fell to the ground and were immediately overwhelmed by the people behind, and no one noticed them at all.

The fourth round could also be shot... Someone continued to shoot the bow and arrow on the wooden platform, while the old cavalry lowered their bodies early.

"Hide, hide" Zhao Jin shouted from the lookout tower, his voice was also covered by the whistling sound.

This time, the screams were heard in the yard. The four archers on the wall screamed and fell from the wooden platform. Zhao Jin did not dare to look up at this time. His whole body was lying behind the baffle of the building. The whistling arrows were nailed to the baffle. The "bumping" sounded. Dong Bingfeng lay beside Zhao Jin and shouted: "Brother, let all teams in the yard enter the house. If the enemy archers approach, half of the yard can be covered. At that time, each team will stand outside, and the casualties will be even greater."

The outside was extremely chaotic, and the enemy archer who had stood up and shot the first round was pushed by his own people behind him. Many people didn't have time to shoot the second arrow. Taking advantage of the sparse rain of arrows, Zhao Jin gave orders to the teams in the courtyard. The teams that had already suffered sporadic casualties were scattered and began to re-arrange themselves based on houses and buildings.

The sparse gap did not last long and began to dense again. Everyone in the yard dared not look up, did not dare to straighten their bodies, and even dared not look outward. Only those on the tower could rely on the baffle to cover it and observe outward through the gap.

The crowds of people were surging in the open space in the east, and they could no longer hear the commands. However, seeing the monks' queues gradually recovered, the archers lined up in two rows and kept shooting arrows. The "wooden wall" holding the door panel in front of them held the door panel and walked quickly towards the trench and threw it down.

Is this a smoother trench that is about to be filled? Zhao Jin had just flashed this idea, but found that the archers who had approached fifty steps from the wall were scattering to both sides with their bows and arrows.

Don't continue shooting arrows inward? Zhao Jin was stunned, and then he knew why he could dodge. Zhao Jin finally saw clearly the four columns. The column of more than 20 people was not a queue at all. Two rows of people were holding a thick wooden pillar beam, and they were about to hit the wall

As soon as the arrow rain stopped outside, everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief, but everyone still dared not show up. There were so many archers outside, and if they showed up, they might be killed or injured.

"Stand firmly against the wall and hold on." Suddenly everyone heard Zhao Jin's shouting.

This time was different from before. The Zhaoziying archer who had been panicked, subconsciously did it, while the old cavalry and Zhuang Liu, who had been calm, were stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

The door panel was lowered, the archers dispersed, and the four rows of monk soldiers holding wooden pillars rushed up shouting and hit the wall hard.

The high wall of the official suddenly shook sharply, and the tower where Zhao Jin was located trembled suddenly, and the wooden platform leaning against the wall shook even more. The people on it caught off guard, and a few fell directly. Fortunately, the wooden platform was built with a bed frame. In order to be stable and easy to climb, there were layers of people who fell, so that the fallen people would not fall directly to the ground.

The pain screamed at the same time, and the boiling water transported from "so hot" and "so hot" was knocked over again. Many people were touched. Zhao Jin was very anxious. The boiling water he prepared had not hurt the enemy, but it hurt his own people. It was ridiculous.

"Fortunately the water is already cold." Another sound came from below. Zhao Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He put the boiled water on the wooden table for a while and it was no longer so hot. He was lucky by chance.

Once the impact was made, the monk soldiers took the wooden pillar and took more than ten steps back, preparing to exert force again. Dong Bingfeng, who was lying on the tower, placed the arrow on the bow and prepared to get up and shoot. Not only did he do this, but the others on the wooden platform were also prepared. Just as they were about to get up, Dong Bingfeng hurriedly lay down and shouted, "Don't move around, the enemy's archer stared at it."

Before he finished speaking, another arrowhead flew through the air, and the baffles of the watchtower made a dense sound, and they even flew over the wall and flew into the yard. The monks' archers followed behind the team of the walls, ready to clear the walls at any time to resist.

"Be careful" Zhao Jin shouted again, and then the sound was covered by the loud noise hitting the wall.

"The wall is cracked" "There is a crack here" people inside the wall were shouting.

The high walls on the four sides of the He family courtyard were not built for defense, but were just to circumvent the courtyard. The safety of the He family courtyard was guaranteed by the forces and guards of the He family, rather than by this wall. Therefore, this high wall is an ordinary brick wall. There is indeed a turntable and a simple building setting inside, but it is just a square, not a fortress fortress of the powerful clan.

The high walls with brick and earth structures are not made of paper, but in front of the big wood held by dozens of people, they are just a little stronger than the paper. If you hit them again, the high wall in the east will be destroyed.

Zhao Jin looked outside through the gap. The archers standing behind the team hitting the wall were all waiting in a state of high gear, staring at the wall. They did not shoot arrows inside the wall. It seemed that their mission was just to prevent the team hitting the wall from being interrupted by counterattacks.

"Looking down the stairs, you can go down," Zhao Jin took a deep breath and shouted.

No one insisted on anything. Everyone knows that after the wall collapsed, the tower and the wooden platform would be affected and would be subject to the first wave of attacks.

Let Dong Bingfeng go down first, and Zhao Jin climbed down carefully. He took deep breaths and adjusted his emotions.

Zhao Jin knew that his judgment of the enemy's intentions was correct. Yunshan Temple wanted to completely destroy them. The other party had completely suppressed the Zhaozi camp with dozens of bows and superior forces. He could not completely annihilate the Zhaozi camp with bows and arrows and sieges. He had to withdraw after dawn. In that way, all his efforts would be wasted. Not only would he have no way to come again, but he would also provoke the government and all forces. He would end the battle tonight and completely destroy Zhao Jin's group. Therefore, he had to break the courtyard wall, rush in with superior forces, and wipe out the Zhaozi camp Yu Jing.

As soon as I got down from the looking building, there was still someone on the wooden platform there who had no time to get off. The big wood outside hit the wall again. The archer on the wooden platform was shocked and fell down. Fortunately, it was not high, but it hurt.

With a "slam", two large holes have been knocked out on the high wall in the east, and the fire outside can be clearly seen

"Get back, put the cover in front of you, be careful of the bows and arrows outside," Zhao Jin shouted.

After ordering, someone immediately moved the bed frame and the door panel to start laying it out. Zhao Jin turned his head and looked back at the east courtyard wall. Several servants walked past. Zhao Jin noticed that they were pale and their bodies were trembling. Zhao Jin also recognized that these servants were all from the veterans.

"Zhao Jin, no matter whether the veteran team is in a panic, you must make a decision quickly," Chen Huang walked over and whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them heard a shout outside saying "to the right" and "to the left, don't hit a place, make a large enough gap to let the brigade." "The whole team, go forward"

"Brother, what should I do?" Shi Manqiang had already run back from the side, and started to hit the wall here, and the harassment in the other places was also stopped.

Zhao Jin glanced around, and with the lights in the courtyard, he saw that most of the people were pale and panicked, and even the old cavalrymen were nervous on their faces. On the contrary, his friends and a few others were quite calm. Shi Manqiang asked what to do, not panic, but waiting for orders.

"What should I do? Fight with them." Zhao Jin pondered slightly and said in a solemn voice.

The friends around Zhao Jin all nodded frankly. They had experienced too many bloody killings, and they were all recently. They were more adaptable to such scenes than others.

"The teams gathered in the courtyard, and the other three sides ignored it, and the whole battalion gathered," Zhao Jin shouted loudly.

After ordering, each team was immediately starting to gather its own teams, and many recruits hiding in the barracks also came out tremblingly. Although they were always safe in the barracks, listening to the movements outside, this pressure made people feel broken, and they breathed a sigh of relief after walking out of the barracks.

"Lu Da, Li Wu, your two teams moved away the wooden platform inside the east wall, and moved everything to both sides. From here to the wall, clean everything up, be careful of the bows and arrows outside." Zhao Jin ordered again.

On the other side, Lu Da and Li Wu quickly agreed and led the people over to carry them. They started to take action. With a few loud bangs, three big holes were knocked out of the courtyard wall on the east side, and a part collapsed half of the bricks and smashed inwards. The servants hurriedly avoided them, screaming inside and cheering outside.

"The four teams of veterans gathered into one team, lined up in a row of sixteen horizontal and ten vertical vertical lines. The armored ones were in the first row, and the rest were arranged from high to low." Zhao Jin was not affected by the outside world and continued to make a loud order.

The veterans' queues were proficient enough, and the team had no effect, because their training time was far longer than the team's time. According to Zhao Jin's requirements, the queues were completed quickly.
Chapter completed!