"Bang...bang...bang..."
There was another series of intensive explosions, and hundreds of people were killed and injured again.
Such a terrifying killing effect made even Yeluzhe hesitate.
These are living human lives. After just two waves of bombing, I am afraid that hundreds of people on my side have died.
How many people are there in his entire tribe? Today's eight thousand people are all he can afford.
But to him, Kunyang City was like a duck in the mouth, just a little hot. He really didn't want to give up.
At this time, many war-fearing people in the military formation wanted to escape, and even more people were already hesitant.
Yeluzhe took the lead, rushed over and killed the man with a knife, then grabbed the man's head and shouted loudly: "Keep charging, anyone who is afraid of fighting will end up like this!"
"Don't be afraid. The Wei people don't have much. When they are all gone, it will be their time to die!"
After Yeluzhe finished speaking first, more than a dozen clay bombs suddenly flew out of the city again.
Then there was another explosion, and there was another death and injury.
Several successive waves of bombings followed, but what made people desperate was that the Wei people in the city seemed to have no end to their deadly thunder-like things.
One wave was thrown, and soon another wave was thrown.
In just half an hour, the Wei army in the city had launched more than a dozen waves, but at this time, the Khitan army had suffered thousands of casualties.
The war at this time was no longer like a siege, but like a unilateral massacre by the defenders against the siege.
At this time, the Khitan army had already stopped attacking the city, because no matter how hard they tried, they not only could not attack it, but also caused large areas of casualties. They simply retreated to a position one mile away from the city wall, because here, Wei Na Tao Can't throw the can.
Looking at the countless wailing soldiers lying on the ground, countless corpses, and countless broken limbs, the remaining Khitan soldiers collapsed.
There are their relatives and friends here, even their fathers, brothers, sons and nephews, all of whom are dead now.
"Chief, let's withdraw. Even if there are another 10,000 people coming to this city, we can't capture it!" A general covered in blood walked up to Yelu Zhexian and shouted loudly.
At this time, Yeluzhe's eyes were bloodshot, and he was already a little red-eyed. After hearing the general's words, he immediately drew his sword and chopped the opponent.
But as soon as he made a move, he was immediately held down by several other generals beside him.
"Chief, he is right. This is not an siege. This is clearly a massacre, a unilateral massacre."
"That's right, haven't you seen how many soldiers we have lost in such a short period of time? This is the future of our Qingzhang Department. Do you want our Qingzhang Department to be cut off?"
Yeluzhe seemed to calm down a bit as the people around him spoke to each other.
But looking at the city wall so close at hand, he was still full of unwillingness.
He really didn't understand why a piece of fat that seemed to have reached his mouth suddenly turned into a caltrop full of spikes.
He glanced at the blood-covered generals and soldiers beside him, gritted his teeth, and after a while, he spit out a vague word from his throat: "Withdraw!"
Hearing this, the generals around him breathed a long sigh of relief, and immediately ordered people to pass on the order, fearing that Yeluzhe would regret it first.
An hour later.
The Khitan army has withdrawn several miles away, but on the hillside southeast of Kunyang, one man and one horse are still looking towards Kunyang City from a distance.
That was Mr. Yeluzhe, and obviously he was still unwilling to accept it.
Looking at the corpses on the ground in front of him, Yelu Zhe secretly said in his heart: "Kunyang, sooner or later, I will conquer this place! I, Yelu Zhe, swear that if I cannot conquer Kunyang, I will die under its walls!"
After thinking about it, Yeluzhe took out his sword and slashed his right hand, and immediately one of his fingers was cut off.
Then Yelu Zhe took one last look in the direction of Kunyang City and left without looking back.
the other side.
It wasn't until the Khitan army disappeared from the horizon that Qi Rusong and the soldiers on top of the city heaved a long sigh of relief.
They immediately collapsed on the ground like deflated rubber balls, gasping for air, crying loudly, or even vomiting.
Almost everyone present did not expect that the final outcome would be like this.
Because almost everyone is prepared to die.
Eight thousand Khitan elites faced off against a thousand Wei defenders. In such a disparate war, there was almost no chance of winning.
But in the end, he really won, and he won a big victory.
It is said that more than 2,000 Khitan people were killed in this battle, and countless others were injured.
The casualties on the Kunyang defenders' side were only two to three hundred.
Even Qi Rusong couldn't believe this terrifying battle-loss ratio.
Even until now, he felt that everything just now was like a dream.
But all this is indeed true, and Qi Rusong knows more clearly that the reason why it ended up like this is not his own, but all the credit to Li Ke.
His so-called secret weapon not only easily defended the endangered Kunyang City, but also inflicted heavy losses on the Khitans.
Even in the past, Qi Rusong couldn't even think of such a serious injury.
Soon, Qi Rusong, who had recovered some strength, hurriedly got down from the city wall and walked towards Li Ke.
At this time, Li Ke seemed to have collapsed and was resting on a chair.
Qi Rusong walked up to Li Ke, suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed: "General Qi Rusong, on behalf of the more than 20,000 people in Kunyang, thank your highness for saving lives!"
