The next day, the war drums beat and the trumpets sounded.
A team of a thousand Hu people shouted in unison and began to attack.
Tens of thousands of arrows covered the sky, making it suddenly dark.
The trebuchet flints flew towards the city with billowing smoke.
The ladder creaked and advanced towards the city.
The barbarians fought against the flying ladder and ran towards the city with all their strength.
They quickly ran to the moat, and the barbarians quickly lowered the moat bridge.
There is also a moat here, but unfortunately it is not wide, about five feet.
Lu Gong's car creaked and slowly moved forward, pulled by a herd of cattle.
The barbarians soon came to the bottom of the city wall, and suddenly black thunder fell from the sky like raindrops.
Rumble, rumble, along with the acrid black smoke, the fire kept flashing.
Those barbarians who were carrying the flying ladder immediately enjoyed the thunderstorms that thundered from the sky.
Some barbarians threw away the flying ladders in their hands and ran around.
Some barbarians were hit by thunder and fell down screaming.
Yehuo is a centurion, carrying a flying ladder in his hand.
Seeing thunder falling from the sky, he hurriedly threw away the flying ladder in his hand.
He also held a shield and held it high above his head.
The thunderbolt exploded above his head, causing his hands to tremble violently.
The sound like thunder and lightning made his ears ring for a long time, and he could hardly hear the screams of the barbarians around him.
He felt that he was extremely lucky to have escaped the thunderous explosion, with a smile on his face as if he had survived the disaster.
Just as this idea appeared, a thunderbolt suddenly fell to the ground.
With a rumble, the thunder exploded.
He dodged the explosion, but did not escape the explosion at his feet.
He could barely bear the explosion at his feet, but there was one thing he couldn't bear.
One of the larger ceramic fragments hit a vital part below, and blood immediately flowed out.
He couldn't help but scream and wanted to throw away the shield, but found that it was inappropriate.
Ye Huo had no choice but to raise his shield with one hand in great embarrassment and cover the lower part with the other hand.
At this time, there was a rumble and another thunderous explosion above the head.
It hurt like hell down there, and the impact on top was so stressful.
Ye Weng's spirit suddenly relaxed and he could no longer hold on to the shield in his hand.
With a bang, the shield in his hand fell to the ground.
At this time, another thunderbolt exploded on his forehead.
He was not lucky this time, and one of the ceramic shards struck him in the temple.
Yehuo felt his eyes go dark, fell to the ground with a thud, and entered darkness forever.
Following Yu Yehuo's fall, there were almost five hundred barbarians.
Other barbarians came like the tide and retreated like the tide.
Hu people are not afraid of death, but they need to see hope.
But now there is no hope at all, and we are completely passively bombed.
They retreated desperately, and even the commander's personal troops could not stop them.
The captain of ten thousand men named Chengji opened his mouth so wide that he could hardly close it, and could almost fit a duck egg into it.
Cheng Kee is about eight feet tall, burly, with a round face and a beard.
He was also wearing ring armor, and the ring armor was shaking constantly.
Cheng Ji's face turned livid, and then turned into the color of pig liver.
It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing, because the attacking troops are none other than his.
The other captains did not laugh at him, because they found that if they replaced their own soldiers and horses, the consequences would be similar.
Another one named Jisi couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed them desperately and pinched his hands before he believed that this place was real.
Jisi is very tall, almost eight feet tall.
He has a characteristic, he is very dark, with a wide face and dark lips.
There was also a captain named Sihan, who took a breath of air-conditioning and was at a loss, like a clay or wood carving.
Sihan has a big face, a short and wide nose, but small eyes.
He is not tall, only over seven feet, but his body is extremely strong.
Chaohe licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said, "Where can there be so many firearms in Nanman?"
When Zhi Lie saw this, he was extremely angry, and a rush of blood rushed to his brain.
He yelled, holding the sword in his hand, and rushed forward.
He fought tooth and nail with the defenders on the city wall, but was hugged desperately by the captain Cheng Si, his own soldier.
"General, you are the commander, you are the commander, please calm down, please calm down." Cheng Si shouted loudly while hugging him desperately.
When the other thousand soldiers saw something was wrong, they followed Kuku and shouted.
They must shout, what are the janitors for? They are used to protect their masters.
If the master dies, what's the point of them? There's only one way to die.
Hearing his men shouting in unison, Lie dropped the sword in his hand.
"Here comes tea." He shouted loudly while sitting on the table with his big horse and golden sword.
Cheng Si breathed a sigh of relief and personally made him a cup of strong tea and handed it to him respectfully.
Chaohe didn't even look at it, only glanced at it. He shouted as loudly as possible: "Lv Gong's car, ladder."
The flying ladder seems to have little hope. The Han people's firearms are too powerful.
The city wall of Huichuan is not high, and Lu Gong's chariot and ladder are below it. He hopes that they can play a role.
The Hu people paid 500 heavy casualties, but it still worked.
The ladder and Lu Gong's chariot, pulled by the barbarians and the oxen, had reached the city wall at this time.
Centurion Yin Bicheng's eyes widened, he had been waiting for this moment.
He felt that his whole body was filled with strength and there was endless energy in his body.
Yin Bicheng shouted, holding a shield with one hand, and rushed forward.
The wall of Huichuan was not high, so he rushed up with only ten breaths.
Arriving at the top of the city wall, Yin Bicheng was immediately dumbfounded.
On the top of the city wall is the Eight Immortals Table, and above the Eight Immortals Table is the Eight Immortals Table. There are three floors in total.
In order to attack the wall, he must first break through the table.
Because Bicheng fought countless battles, but he did not encounter a table on the city wall.
He gritted his teeth, stood on the ladder with his left foot, and kicked the table hard with his right foot.
The centurion was so strong that he could kick open the door.
From Yin Bicheng's point of view, these tables have no doors to take root, and they can definitely be kicked open.
With a bang, the table shook slightly, and then returned to its original state.
It wasn't over yet, a dark object suddenly fell from above his head.
This is obviously a Han Chinese firearm because black smoke comes out of its tail.
Its power is not small, because Bicheng saw many people being killed by the explosion.
Because he must have sharp eyes and quick hands, he hurriedly used his shield.
The thunder bone slipped away from the shield and exploded under the ladder, but it did not hurt him.
When Yin Bicheng saw this, he smiled sarcastically and said coldly: "The firearms of the Southern Barbarians are nothing more than this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt severe pain coming from his abdomen.
Yin Bicheng couldn't help but look towards his waist and saw a spear sticking out from the wall stack, hitting him in the abdomen.
He is not afraid of death, and naturally he is not afraid of pain.
But at this time, Yin Bicheng suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
The Han people were so abominable. Not only did they shoot cold spears through the wall, but they also kept stirring the spears, which made Yin Bicheng feel severe pain in his entire abdomen and even his stomach.
Yin Bicheng's hands were trembling and he could no longer hold on to the shield in his hand. With a clang, the shield fell from his hand.
Because Bicheng was desperately cursing Changsheng Tian, the shield fell down, and another black thing fell from the sky.
Rumble, this time Yin Bicheng could no longer escape.
The thunderbolt exploded on his feet, his feet went weak, and the strong man fell down immediately.
After he fell, the barbarian holding the shield behind him was caught off guard.
The barbarian behind him was trying his best to smash away the thunderous thunder with his shield, and was immediately hit by Yin Bicheng.
With a click, the arm of the Hu man behind him was suddenly broken, and with a scream, it hit the Hu man below again.
After Yin Bicheng fell, the barbarians on the ladder he was on almost fell down, and many barbarians rolled to the back from the ladder.
With a "bang bang" sound, Chaihe's big hand hit the table hard.
With a bang, the tea cup jumped up and fell to the ground, with boiling hot water flowing on the ground.
Some hot water even splashed onto his thighs, but he didn't even notice.
The captain of the soldiers made him another cup of hot tea and shouted happily: "Prince Zong, Lu Gong's chariot has already attacked the city wall."
