"roar!"

"roar!"

"roar!"

Amid the sound of the Han army's armored soldiers rising from wave to wave, more than twenty towering wells finally slowly approached the North Gate City Wall. When the city wall was less than twenty steps away, a large number of Han army archers suddenly appeared on the platform of the originally empty wells. The next moment, a dense rain of arrows was already shooting down the North Gate City. [..com]

On the top of the North Gate city, the prisoner who was caught off guard suddenly screamed and fell down for a lifetime.

"Ah, my eyes hurt so much..." A prisoner was shot through his eyes by a feather arrow, howling and jumping wildly on the top of the city. But after a moment, he fell to the ground and died.

"Help, help, I don't want to die, my mother..." A young prisoner who was only sixteen or seventeen years old and had a childish face screamed and fell on the top of the city. A feather arrow suddenly penetrated into the vital point of his back. As the young prisoner struggled, the feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling gently.

More than twenty well railings, each with two upper and lower viewing platforms were enough to accommodate fifty archers. More than a thousand archers were divided into five teams and launched almost uninterrupted shootings towards the north gate city.

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O The rain of arrows attacked, more and more prisoners and even veterans fell into pools of blood, and the city suddenly boiled and filled the sky with mourning.

However, most of the prisoners who fell into the arrow were in armor. As for the three thousand veterans who were killed, most of them held large shields and were even covered with heavy armor. The reed feather arrows shot by Han archers basically did not pose too much threat. Unless they were unlucky to be shot directly into the face or hit the seam of the armor, they would die or be hung up.

Méng wore heavy armor, holding an iron archer in his hand, was shooting at the Han army archers on the well railing.

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The rain of arrows fell on him, but they were all bounced away. The feather arrows shot by the Han army archers were not enough to penetrate the heavy armor of the body of the Méng. However, every time the Méng archers shot an arrow, a Han army archer would inevitably fall down.

He shot and killed more than a dozen Han army archers, and méng shouted: "The veteran comes forward!"

With a command from the méng, more than a thousand veterans guarding the city went forward one after another, howling wildly, while using big shields or body wearing iron armor to block the attack of arrow rain. Although veterans kept falling to the ground by arrows, they basically resolved the threat of the Han army's well railings, and thousands of prisoners who were already on the verge of collapse calmed down again.

However, the Han army's attack had just begun. With the power of the well railing, more than a dozen cloud ladders and dozens of simple long ladders had already leaned on the north gate city wall. The next moment, a team of Han army dead soldiers wearing greased clothes had already used their hands and feet, climbing the cloud ladder, and snatching the city head like a long ladder.

"High troops retreat, light troops come forward!" méng yelled again.

The veterans of the Chu army on the top of the city retreated quickly. They held large shields and knives and were even more heavily armored. Their advantage was that they were close to each other. Throwing wooden and rocks down was not as convenient as prisoners. The prisoners without armor roared and rushed forward, picked up the wooden and rocks, and smashed them hard under the city.

"Go to die!" A prisoner picked up a huge rock worth hundreds of kilograms and smashed it hard. More than a dozen Han army deadmen who were climbing up the long ladder were immediately smashed and they all screamed and fell down from several feet high. However, before landing, a Han army deadmen threw out the sharp blade in their hand and shot through the prisoner's throat.

"I'm here, I'm here..." A strong prisoner carried a piece of rolling wood weighing four or five hundred pounds by himself, and was smashing it out of the pile. A feather arrow shot like lightning and shot through his throat. Jianshuo's penalist suddenly had his eyes bulged, and his hands softened and raised high rolling wood hit him.

Another prisoner had just thrown a huge rock down, but his center of gravity was unstable. He instantly howled and fell from the city. After landing, he did not die. However, the Han army dead soldiers who were swarming up instantly cut him into meat paste.

On the top of the city, under the city suddenly fell into endless noisy, just like boiling boiling water, boiling in the sky.

Teams of Han army deceased soldiers walked up the ladder, but fell down in the rain-like wooden rocks. Groups of prisoners shouted and grabbed behind the Duotan. While throwing the wooden rocks wildly, they fell to the ground under the shooting of Han army archers. At this moment, the god of death was spreading its huge and hideous fangs and harvesting fresh life frantically.

Although the Han army's death was frightened and fearless, the Chu army's criminals did not retreat!

After the initial panic, the prisoners on the city became calm and actually became numb. At this moment, they had no distracting thoughts in their minds. They were very simple. If the city was trapped, they would undoubtedly die. Therefore, if they wanted to survive, they had to defeat the Han army and defend the city.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

One after another, a loud crash suddenly came from the city gate. With each crash, even the city wall under your feet was trembling violently. Méng's face changed drastically, and he turned around and strode to the watchtower at the city. He looked down with his hand. He saw a siege car that had already reached the north gate and was hitting the city gate violently.

"Damn it!" méng groaned, and when Susukh turned around, he roared angrily, "Hard-ton turmeric!

"Hard turmeric oil!"

"Hard turmeric oil!"

Amid the roars one after another, dozens of prisoners rushed forward with cans of hot tincture oil, and then smashed them fiercely outside the balustrade. With the crisp sound of the tiles shattering, balls of hot tincture oil that were thick and stinking splattered instantly, smearing the siege cars that were outside the city gate were covered with all their bodies.

"Turt, throw the torch!" Méng ordered again, "burn them to death!"

As soon as the words of méng sang were finished, several torches had been thrown from the city head, and flames were ignited under the city gate. The siege car that was ramming the city gate and dozens of Han soldiers hiding in the car room were immediately swallowed by the flames. Amid the shrill screams, more than a dozen firemen ran out of the car room, but were quickly burned to death on the spot.

The rear formation of the Han army.

The corners of Li Zuoche's mouth twitched violently and immediately ordered: "Send the order, all the Loufan shooters will replace the rockets and burn the turbulent oil on the city!"

"Here!" The personal soldiers guarding Li Zuo's car responded with promise, and climbed to a railing next to him that was temporarily used as a watchtower to pick up two triangle flags and waved them vigorously.

On the well railing ahead, with the order from more than a dozen Han army cadets, dozens of Loufan archers had already replaced the mulberry wood hard bow with two stones. The originally light reed feather arrow was also replaced with a heavy wolf-toothed heavy arrow. The so-called Loufan archers did not specifically refer to Loufan, but generally refer to the long-bodied and good-looking man.

Before the fire could be extinguished, another siege car rushed towards the city gate.

Méng narrowed his eyes slightly and ordered again: "Hard turkey oil, strong turkey oil is as accurate as..."

Dozens of prisoners stepped forward with cans of hot tincture oil. However, at this moment, dozens of cold stars came with a sharp sound of breaking through the air and shot through the clay pots held by the group of prisoners. In the crisp sound of the tincture cans shattering, balls of dirty, black and sticky hot tincture oil splashed on the top of the city.

"Hmm?!" méng's pupils contracted sharply in an instant, and he immediately rushed forward and jumped forward with two steps.

Almost as the méng swelled to the ground, more than a dozen rockets had already landed on the top of the city. The next moment, the flames soared into the sky burned from the north gate. The dozen veterans who were originally guarding the city and nearly a hundred prisoners were immediately trapped in the flames. The méng's battle robe was also stained with several sparks and started burning quietly.

"Damn it!" Méng turned over and got up and put out the fire on the battle robe. When she looked closely, she saw that the entire north gate city was completely covered by fire. Except for a few veterans and prisoners who escaped fortunately escaped, most prisoners were buried in the fire. It was obviously impossible to use hot tinder oil to prevent the siege car from hitting the door.

"Boom!" In a flash, another dull collision sound came from under your feet.

Méng took a breath of air conditioning, and when he looked around, he saw that there were already figures of Han army dead soldiers on several walls. Although there were not many Han army dead soldiers snatching the city, it was not enough to suppress the Chu army veterans on the city. However, as time went by, there would only be more and more Han army dead soldiers snatching the city, and the situation was already extremely serious.

"General!" méng clang stepped forward and said sternly, "Hurry out the cavalry camp!"

Méng shook his head and drew his sword again, and said sternly: "Send the order, the cavalry camp... assault!"

"Here!" méng clang responded with a loud promise, and suddenly turned around and roared angrily, "The general has an order, Xiaoqin battalion assault, Xiaoqin battalion assault, Xiaoqin battalion assault, Xiaoqin battalion assault..."

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Inside the East Gate of Liyang, nearly a thousand cavalry were waiting for battle.

Méng Keng was looking forward to the north gate, and his expression flowed out of unconcealed anxiety. The sound of killing outside the north gate was shocking, but he wanted to wait here. How could a torture be described?

Suddenly, a fast horse rushed from the long street.

The knight on the horse ran on his horse while looking up at the sky: "The general has an order, the cavalry camp assaults, the general has an order, the cavalry camp assaults, the cavalry camp assaults, the cavalry camp assaults..."

"Is it finally our turn?" Méng Keng's mouth suddenly smiled. He immediately put the helmet in his hand heavily on his head, then pulled down the iron mask heavily, and his whole face was completely hidden behind the air-conditioned mask. Only the narrow cave was narrow and two scorching eyes were revealed.

"Go on the horse!" méngkeng rolled over the horse, drew his sword and roared angrily.

Nearly a thousand cavalrymen who were sitting quietly on the long street stood up and then pulled out their sharp ring-headed swords.

The three hundred heavy cavalry in the middle, wearing heavy armor, needed the help of servants to get on the horse. After getting on the horse, the servants handed the rider more than 300 huge cavalry spears that were three and six feet long to the rider. More than 300 branches were thrust straight into the void, and a dense forest of death spears was formed...
Chapter completed!