Yang Jun felt inexplicable grief and anger when he saw Wei Ke dying alone. On the one hand, he sent people to surround the people who were climbing the city, and on the other hand, he suppressed more people from climbing on the city. Yang Jun himself directly faced Murong Shaozong.
Murong Shaozong had a strong figure, bare chest, and attacked Yang Jun with a scimitar. The tragic deaths of his brothers directly stimulated Murong Shaozong to rage in the midst of a fierce battle. With his bull's-eyes and red eyes, every move was powerful and Shen Yangjun was gradually losing to him.
At this moment, a voice rang in Yang Jun's ears: "Go and greet the soldiers of the beggar army, and don't let others board the city. I will deal with this guy." Yang Jun turned around and saw that it was the purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai. say. Yang Jun dodged Murong Shaozong's attack and jumped out of the battle circle. Command others to defend the city. Purple-faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai stopped Murong Shaozong. Murong Shaozong was stunned and looked up at Purple-faced Heavenly King Xiongkuohai.
Xiongkuohai was one and a half heads taller than Murong Shaozong, wearing iron armor and holding a pair of axes. He was followed by more than a hundred people. Xiongkuohai waved his hand, and his bodyguards attacked the Xianbei soldiers who came to the city. Murong Shaozong He wanted to step forward to help but was stopped by Xiong Kuohai.
"Boy, your opponent is me, take care of yourself first."
Murong Shaozong took off his shirt to reveal his tendons. With a roar of a tiger, he rushed towards the purple-faced king Xiong Kuo Hai, and the scimitar in his hand struck Xiong Kuo Hai's chest as fast as lightning.
Xiong Kuohai also rushed towards Murong Shaozong, with the giant ax in his hand facing Murong Shaozong's scimitar. Accompanied by thunderous roars from both sides, the weapons collided with each other, clang...
Murong Shaozong's scimitar was shattered by the blow of Xiong Kuohai's giant axe. Murong Shaozong staggered backwards, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Xiong Kuohai threw away his axes, gave a sharp shout, and rushed forward. The collision of weapons just now was so powerful that Murong Shaozong's ears buzzed. As soon as he stabilized his body, he saw Xiong Kuohai flying towards him. Without saying a word, Purple Faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai directly grabbed Murong Shaozong's neck with one hand. With one arm, Murong Shaozong, who weighed 1670 kilograms, was lifted up by Purple Faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai. The fifty or sixty people who climbed to the city were knocked down one after another. Murong Shaozong's legs were smashed on the spot, his neck was broken when Xiong Kuohai pinched him, and he lost his breath.
Purple-faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai grabbed one of Murong Shaozong's legs with one hand, grabbed the other leg with the other hand, and roared with both arms, "Open it!"
Murong Shaozong was split in half by the purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai.
The purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai, his armor covered with Murong Shaozong's blood and his body organs messed up, held two pieces of Murong Shaozong's body in his hands and attacked the Xianbei soldiers who were climbing the city. His image of a god and a demon made him climb up the city. The Xianbei soldiers who were in shock had their livers and gallbladder split, and they jumped down from the city in fear, no matter what spikes there were in the ground, no one wanted to fight such a devil.
There were cheers at the top of Wuchuan City, and morale reached its peak.
The fourth day passed, and the city lost 3,000 people. The losses of the allied forces under the city were more than three times that of the defenders. The shortcomings of the army outside the Great Wall that were not good at attacking the city were undoubtedly exposed.
The defense of Wuchuan City was impregnable. As the coach, Yang Xuanmo, the guard of the Huns, climbed to the top of the city at night. He felt very relieved when he saw the soldiers of the beggar army who were waiting in full formation. The Beggar Army was originally the brave men of the Southern Huns. After being tempered by the battle between Ma Yuan and the Jie tribe, they have been reborn and become a true frontier iron army.
Someone had already informed the purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai of Yang Xuanmo's arrival, and Xiong Kuohai grinned with a big mouth. For his eldest brother Yang Xuanmo, he felt relieved and said softly: "Brother, you have worked hard. The battle will be more intense tomorrow. Find a chance to take a rest."
"These bastards are not worthy of being my opponents. If you hadn't allowed me to fight, I would have chopped them all into pieces." Purple Faced King Xiong Kuohai said with regret.
Yang Xuanmo smiled and patted Xiong Kuohai on the shoulder and said: "Big brother, you are indispensable in fighting the battle. When facing the enemy, we not only fight and kill, but also preserve our strength. Look at these soldiers of the Beggar Army. This is The capital we rely on for survival cannot be sacrificed in vain." Purple Faced King Xiong Kuohai also nodded in agreement.
At this time, Yang Jun, the leader of the sixth brigade, ran to Yang Xuanmo and said with red eyes: "Mr. General Zhonglang, Wei Kegu, the leader of the third brigade, unfortunately died in battle and the enemy generals both fell into the city and died. Now, our army has gathered their bodies." Please show me how to deal with it."
"Yang Brigade led Wei Kegu's bones to be transported to the rear army and handed over to special personnel for safekeeping. Therefore, all the remains of the soldiers who died today were transported to the rear army and had specialized personnel arrange and disfigure them. One day later, the coalition forces buried the soldiers and built a cemetery for them to pay their respects. From then on, every time our soldiers died in battle, their ashes were cremated and buried in the Martyrs Cemetery for future generations to pay their respects and commemorate."
Yang Jun cried and shouted: "Thank you, Sir!"
The beggar army at the top of Wuchuan City shouted in an earth-shattering voice, "Thank you, Sir..."
Wuchuan City stands tall, with soldiers and food in the city. Every inch of the land outside the city was soaked in blood and became muddy, with countless blood pools scattered throughout. The Wuchuan city wall is covered with traces of war. Although the blood of the coalition forces has seeped into the rammed earth city wall, the city wall is as stable as Mount Tai.
At dawn on the fifth day, the coalition forces of all ethnic groups began to attack Wuchuan City. Yang Xuanmo stood on the city tower, wearing golden armor, a purple gold crown on his head and a sword hanging from his waist, looking at the allied forces of all ethnic groups outside the city like a tide.
The purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai couldn't help but admire: "There are so many. No wonder they don't feel at ease being protected by the Huns' Zhonglang and General's Mansion."
Yang Xuanmo said indifferently: "If there are too many of them, we will kill them. If we kill one and one less, there won't be many in the future."
No matter how many coalition forces of all ethnic groups there are, it is useless. Wuchuan City is so big that it is impossible to attack it all at once, and it is impossible to conquer the coalition forces of all ethnic groups who lack effective means of siege.
Facing the coalition soldiers who were frantically attacking and climbing up the ladder, Yang Xuanmo waved his hand and said calmly: "Give them gold juice."
It was already the fifth day, and the coalition forces of all ethnic groups had lost more than 20,000 people in four days. This is the day that Yang Xuanmo has been waiting for, and the time to fight back will be after today.
Yesterday, Yang Xuanmo told all the city defenders to collect the excrement from the Yang ditch in Quanwuchuan City on top of the city, then boil the excrement in a large iron pot, and then add various poisons such as arsenic, wolfsbane, etc., and then wait for the coalition forces to attack. When they stormed the city, even the arrows were omitted. The hot golden juice poured down on the heads of the coalition forces, and the coalition forces were in misery.
After Yang Xuanmo said this idea, everyone felt sick when they heard it. If the effect can really achieve the effect Yang Xuanmo said, it would not be bad.
But when everyone thought about being showered with stinky feces and urine, waves of nausea came to their hearts, and some people began to vomit.
Golden juice is very vicious. The excrement that has been boiled in the big pot on the city wall since last night is boiling and tumbling. There is a person on the edge of the big pot who is using a large spoon to pour the boiled excrement, urine and water mixture one by one. Splash on the coalition soldiers climbing the ladder. When the hot golden juice drips on a person's body, it will not only cause terrible burns, but also corrode the skin, making the injured person's condition worse.
What is very fatal is that for people who are splashed with gold juice, the wounds will not heal and will fester more quickly. Make the injured person miserable.
Not only was there a stench at the top of Wuchuan City, but the stench and the sound of wailing screams also filled the city.
The leaders of the allied forces of all ethnic groups saw their warriors being attacked with feces on their heads and suffered heavy casualties. The angry Di Wang Yang Wanwan couldn't help shouting: "His grandma's battle can't be fought. These Han people are too vicious and vicious. Not only Cunning and vicious.”
Bu Dugen said loudly: "Don't be anxious, King Di. This is how wars are fought. If we allow our army to attack the city, Yang Xuanmo will only be able to find a way to counter us. However, Yang Xuanmo's move is too vicious."
When the leaders of all the tribes had no good solution, the coalition forces had no choice but to withdraw their troops.
With the sound of the coalition troops withdrawing, the coalition soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving only corpses and stench everywhere.
