The guards following Han Ningshuang were all elites from the Han army, with skillful martial arts and iron armor protection. The arrows were hard to be injured. The Han army generals and iron armor guards rushed in front, and the soldiers behind were naturally brave. Although the arrows and stones on the top of the city were like rain, everyone still fought to the death. Under the city wall, some people raised ladders again, some people pushed the siege cars and began to hit the city gate, while others bent their bows and arrows to aim at the city head.

Wanyan Zongbi looked ahead with a complicated expression and said to himself: "I didn't expect the Han army to fight so much!" He commanded the Jin soldiers to arrange arrows under the city, bent his bow and arrows, and shot arrows to the top of the city to cover the city. At this time, the generals of the Jin army also urged the soldiers to rush up. Wanyan Zonghan was wearing three layers of iron armor, holding an iron knife in his mouth, and was preparing to climb the ladder himself. The brigade of the signing army was crowded under the city, and dozens of ladders were placed on the city wall almost at the same time. The ladders were pushed down again and again, and the bodies fell as if they were raining. The elite Jin soldiers were still brave and raising their heads upwards without fear of death.

Tong Yunjie waved his horizontal knife and said with an anxious look: "Get the right shot!" The gunmen did not dare to argue and tried hard to correct the aim of the cannon. However, the natural defects of the cannons in this era, and the round iron bombs were not as stable as those of later generations. Most of the shells with great force fell far away from the city tower.

Seeing this, Zhao Xingde said to Tong Yunjie with a calm face: "You command to continue bombarding the city tower." He shouted to Liu Zhijian: "Let's get closer and then fire!" Liu Zhijian immediately ordered the gun commanders to ignite the ammunition that had been filled. After washing the barrel, the Xia army's artillery immediately moved the four three-inch cannons that he accompanied out of the position and set up horses. Zhao Xingde personally led the gunners to advance towards the city wall. He advanced to a hundred steps away from the Xicheng Gate. He stopped, reset the position, and began to bombard the city gate. At this distance, the accuracy of the artillery increased by more than twice. The shells fell one after another on the city tower, and wood, stone, bricks and tiles splashed everywhere. The Khitan soldiers on the city tower went to avoid it. The four three-inch cannons were more than twice as powerful as the Jin soldiers who were originally under the city.

"Unexpectedly," Wanyan Zongbi looked back, "Xia's artillery is so powerful." A complicated look flashed. He tried hard to remove these distracting thoughts from his mind, exhaled and opened his arms, pulled his bow and arm creaked, aimed at a Khitan soldier on the top of the city, and shot it out with a "whim" arrow. The Khitan soldier did not expect a poisonous arrow to fly from the slant, and was shot into the face without any defense. The body was lying in the mercedes. Wanyan Zongbi exhaled with relief, and fired his bow again, and his arms were already a little sour.

Although the Khitan soldiers on the top of the city were frightened by artillery and arrows, they still threw stones, rolling woods, and boiling golden juice down, and sometimes even poured tinder oil to ignite. The underside of the Xicheng Tower almost burned into a sea of ​​fire. A large group of Han troops surrounded outside the Xicheng Tower, still fighting to the death. Some were climbing ladders, some were pushing siege cars, some used pickaxes to dig the base of the city base, some hid in the city gate, waiting for the city gate to open, and some rolled around the ground to try to extinguish the flames on their bodies. A group of people put on shields and shot arrows at the city gate.

"Open it!" Gao Bolong stared at the two city gates, like a gambler who was in a red eye.

"Open the city gate!" A Han army slapped the city gate desperately and shouted loudly. "Open the city gate, open the city gate!"

Han Ningshuang gritted her teeth and watched every minute and every moment, the Han army's elite continued to fall down, and the white armor was stained with blood. A group of Han soldiers pushed the siege cart and stayed under the city tower for less than a stick of incense. The siege carts were smashed by the rocks, and most of the soldiers were shot down. The Khitan soldiers knew the siege carts were powerful, and the arrows came down towards this side and the surrounding Han army did not dare to approach.

Seeing this scene, Han Ningshuang turned to Wang Ji and said, "Go to bump into the city gate!" Wang Ji and other guards surrounded her with large shields. At this time, they were standing less than thirty steps away from the city wall, arrows flew around, and even bricks and stones bombarded by shells from the city wall. Wang Ji was stunned, and the sound of cannons roared in his ears. He shouted: "We want to protect the marshal, don't leave without leaving!" Han Ningshuang's eyebrows were slightly raised, and she didn't say anything. She took the long sword back to the scabbard and walked quickly towards the siege cart. From time to time, the space in front of the city tower was swept by her side, and the ground was full of dead bodies, and she ignored it.

The remaining Han troops were hiding behind the siege cars. Zhang Yong poked his head and looked at the city, hoping to wait until the artillery fire dispersed the Khitan archers before pushing the siege cars to the city wall. At this time, a loud shout came from beside him: "Everyone work harder, hit the city together!" Zhang Yong looked back in shock. Han Ningshuang's face was already black, but he was still recognized by the soldiers immediately. She held both hands on the handle of the siege cars, and gritted her teeth and said, "If the city gate does not open, we will knock it open!"

"Yes!" Zhang Yong and other soldiers dared not to obey. At this time, Wang Ji and other guards also rushed over. Han Ningshuang had already taken action, and they did not dare to neglect them. Some pushed the siege cars together, and some raised their shields to cover the marshal's arrows. Everyone worked together and pushed the siege cars under the gate hole. Through the city gate, they heard violent fighting sounds inside.

"One!" "Two!" "Three!" Han Ningshuang shouted loudly, personally pushing the attacking ram.

"One! Two! Three!" The soldiers of the Han army responded in unison, and the huge wooden pillars were swung high backwards. Under the boost and huge inertia of the soldiers, they hit the city gate violently, making a huge roar. The city gate trembled violently, but only a small gap was opened.

When Zhao Xingde saw this scene, he shouted loudly: "Get closer, we will knock on the city gate!" He waved to the Han army shield next to him and said: "Follow us and cover us!" Although this team of Han army shield players did not recognize Zhao Xingde, they still followed the order and ran to the front, raised their shields to protect the gunners on all sides.

"As for order!" Liu Zhijian said in a deep voice, directing Xia Guo's gunners to push the three-inch cannon again and move towards the city gate. There were more and more arrows along the way, but everyone ignored them and pushed the cannon step by step towards the city gate. There was no need to aim before approaching. The gunmen were calm and desperately loading ammunition for the cannon. Zhao Xingde bent his waist and ran to the bottom of the city gate. The sound of arrows and gravel was everywhere in his ears, and he beated on the city wall and the ground. If the "puff" sound was sounded, it would hit someone.

"Get back, you back!" He shouted at Han Ningshuang from behind. "Who dares to retreat!" Han Ningshuang drew out his sword and turned around with anger. Seeing that it was Zhao Xingde, he did not scold him. Zhao Xingde nodded at her, turned around and pointed to the four three-inch cannons that had been set up, and ran back with a stone. Han Ningshuang's eyes moved slightly, and turned around and shouted loudly: "Go to the side!" The soldiers of the Han army immediately ran towards both sides of the city wall when they heard the order. These people had some common sense and hid under the base of the city wall. If the Liao army did not poke out, they would not be able to shoot. Fortunately, under the cycle of ten four-inch cannons not far away, the Liao army at the top of the city had many gaps to prepare gold juice and turbid oil. But if a basin of gold juice and turbid oil was poured, everyone would reimburse the King of Hell. On the battlefield, there would be a luck.

"Fire the cannon!" Zhao Xingde shouted loudly, and the four three-inch cannons were directly commanded by him. The cannon leader ignited the medicine lead without hesitation. The Han army shield players around him, Gao Bolong, not far away, brought the Han army iron armored soldiers, and the elite Jin soldiers led by Wanyan Zonghan all watched this scene and felt aroused.

Inside the city gate, the cavalry of the Liao army was slashing at the slaves who were squeezed into the inner city gate opening. The iron hooves stepped across the stone road and made a loud sound. Under the sword light, blood splashed everywhere. The slaves without combat experience had no power to fight back. They only stubbornly surrounded the entrance of the city gate opening, using their flesh and blood to block the advance of the Liao cavalry.

"Bang!" "Bang! Bang!" The shells hit the city gate and made a huge sound, but they still could not break the heavy city gate made of iron wood. They only made it tremble continuously, and the dust in the city gate hole kept falling.

"Open the city gate!" "Open the city gate!" The slaves crowded in the city gate hole, desperately moving away the sand and stones that the Liao army pushed behind the city gate. Outside, the Liao army kept chopping and killing the slaves, and every minute and every moment was piled up. At the same time, several people stood under the city gate bar and raised them hard. At this moment, more than a dozen arrows not far away seemed to have eyes, and shot into the back of the people. Some fell to the ground immediately, and some were nailed to the city gate. A team of Khitan archers who were dismounting were shooting arrows under the city gate bar.

"Go again!" Zhou Wang's eyes were blasting fire, "The left and right is dead, follow me!" Four slaves followed him to the bottom of the city gate bar, and everyone moved the warm body aside with all their hands and feet. At this time, death could not be frightening. Zhou Wang looked at the left and right and whispered: "Listen to my greeting, one, two, three, rise!" The five people stood up together, carrying the thick door bar together on their shoulders, all of which sank. The city gate bar was made of thick iron wood, extremely heavy, and only gently lifted up and did not take off the socket. At this time, arrows shot from a distance again, "Puff" sound, two or three people in the middle. Zhou Wang also got an arrow on his shoulder. He looked at the Khitan who was bent his bow in the distance and bowed his hands, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Come again, one, two, three rises!"

It was also a blessing that none of the five people were fatally injured. They all used force to lift the door bar and threw it hard. With a bang, one end of the door bar fell to the ground. Everyone rushed to the ground. At this time, the Khitan arrows had already shot down. A slave could not hide and was hit by several arrows in a row, and he could not see them alive.

"Open the city gate!" "Open the city gate!" Zhou Wang's eyes were bloody, and he was hit by an arrow on his thigh, and he fell to the ground, still shouting loudly. Several slaves were about to stand up and open the city gate, but were shot down by arrows. Seeing that something was wrong, the Khitan archers did not care about their fatigue, and the arrows poured into the city gate like pearls. All the standing slaves were shot down. In the distance, the cavalry gathered again, and the commander's face was gloomy, preparing to launch a final sprint to defeat these slaves who were in trouble in one fell swoop.
Chapter completed!