As dawn broke, the snow fell heavier and heavier.
The small barbican city also gradually emerged in the dawn. The soldiers guarding the city may have known that the Hu tribe would come, so they lit beacons early and stood on the city wall to prepare.
"Whoosh!"
A flying arrow landed at Song Che's feet. He couldn't help but curse in his heart. It was not a good sign that such a long line of arrows was aimed at me!
This flying arrow successfully forced the Hu army to a halt, and then they heard shouts from the city wall:
"Hu Man! Your country has already reconciled with our Liang Dynasty, why do you still raise troops to invade! As you know, once today's battle starts, the two countries will definitely start a war again! Listen to my advice and withdraw your troops quickly!"
"Hahaha……"
The voices of the Hu people were still louder. Because of their strong soldiers, horses, and large numbers of people, their arrogance was also much more arrogant. The Hu generals shouted:
"Ma Guocheng! Since Daliang ceded Beiliang, Wengcheng has long been owned by our Hu State. Today I sent troops to retrieve it, just to get back what belongs to us! If you know what's going on, quickly open up the city and surrender, and I can still let the people go. , otherwise, no chickens or dogs will be left behind!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
A row of flying arrows shot into the military formation!
"Hazai, this is our answer!"
"You ungrateful fellow! When I break the city, I will cut off your head and use it as a wine flask!"
The Hu general Hazai drew his sword and shouted: "Get ready to attack the city!"
The soldiers of the Hu tribe carried more than a dozen ladders, handed them to the prisoners of war, and ordered: "Your task is to place the ladders across the moat for the infantry and ladders to pass. Remember, you can only move forward and not retreat, otherwise everything will be the same." Shoot as a deserter!"
Then the prisoners of war were divided into groups of fifteen, carrying horizontal ladders and lined up in front. What a coincidence, Song Che was actually the vanguard among the vanguard, the first ladder-bearer!
"This is your shield. If the leading soldier falls, the second one should hurry up and make up for it!"
The soldiers thoughtfully gave each unlucky guy at the head of the platoon an oak shield.
Song Che kept taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He has also participated in battles with the army, but this is his first time to charge into battle. Today's action can be regarded as a bucket list!
"Attack!"
Before anyone is mentally prepared, the war drums beat, the snow falls, the shouts are deafening, and even the timid person feels his blood boiling!
Song Che didn't want to rush so fast, but the people behind him almost pushed him away. But he had no choice but to keep his body as low as possible, huddled behind the shield and ran towards the city gate.
"Come on!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The arrows rained down, and they were denser than the falling snow.
Song Che looked at the overwhelming flying arrows. Who the hell could withstand this? Even if he was given ten shields, he would be shot into a sieve!
do not care!
He pretended to trip, causing the entire echelon to fall to the ground. He huddled up and hid behind his shield.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Flying arrows hit the oak shield like raindrops, and the sharp arrows passed through the shield and scratched its arm.
Song Che didn't dare to raise his head at all!
Soon, the first wave of arrows disappeared in an instant. Song Che took advantage of this breather to stand up, dragging the ladder and shouting: "Come on!"
But he couldn't pull it back no matter what. He looked back and saw that more than half of the fifteen people in his echelon had been hit by arrows and were either dead or injured!
"Brother, are you... okay?"
"Why the hell are you squatting down!"
"If I don't fucking squat down, I'm going to be shot like a hedgehog!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The second wave of arrows struck again.
Song Che followed his previous actions and huddled behind the shield again. After dodging the second wave of arrows, when he turned back again, the prisoner who was talking to him just now had died suddenly from multiple arrows.
"Kill!"
At this time, the Hu infantry had also arrived. They picked up the horizontal ladder on the ground and charged, braving flying arrows.
Song Che hid in the crowd, holding up his shield and advancing forward step by step. During this period, people kept falling next to him, screaming and killing at the same time, and blood splashed on his face inadvertently.
After filling up an unknown number of corpses, the first wave of troops rushed to the city gate and put the ladder up on the moat. Then the infantry carried the ladder and stepped on the ladder to get closer to the city wall. Some soldiers took the ladder up to the wall, and another Then chop down the covered bridge at the city gate.
Liang Jun, who defended the city, began to throw rocks, rockets, kerosene, and gunpowder to prevent the barbarians from climbing up the city wall.
The smoke was like a curtain, blocking his sight. Song Che was in the war-torn battlefield, and he lost his way for a moment——
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a flying arrow hit his chest, hitting him hard like a sledgehammer. He coughed twice and then fell to the ground.
Am I going to die?
Am I going to die?
Am I going to die?
If he was going to die, he would have died long ago. The pain lasted only a moment and then disappeared.
He ruthlessly pulled out the arrow from his chest, only to find that only the arrowhead was stained with blood. When he opened his chest again, he saw that it was really a blessing from the Bodhisattva. The arrow shot through the wooden board, the cowhide gasket, the arrow-proof jacket, and even It penetrated his skin, but failed to penetrate his heart!
He quickly inserted the arrow back and then crawled toward the moat.
Wengcheng is a small city, the moat is not deep, the height is only about ten feet, and there is no water in the river except for some snow.
Song Che thought to himself that if Wengcheng was breached, the Hu cavalry would definitely attack, and he might be trampled to death by horse hooves while lying on the ground.
So he resolutely climbed down the trench. He pressed against the edge of the trench and pulled the two corpses to cover him.
"Boom!"
The explosions and screams continued.
Corpses kept falling into the ravine, and Song Che felt his body getting heavier and heavier, until finally he was completely buried by the corpses. He tried hard to use a knife to create a gap so that the air could circulate.
Although the body was heavy, the thicker it was covered, the warmer and safer he was.
He closed his eyes and all he could do was pray. Pray that the battle will end soon, and that Liang Jun can hold the city gate.
About half an hour later, the explosion gradually became fainter, and Ming Jin's voice of retreating troops could still be vaguely heard.
It is definitely impossible for the defenders to pay gold. It seems that the Hu tribe failed to attack the city.
After a while, the battle came to an abrupt end, leaving only the crackling fire and the wails one after another.
After a while, even the wailing sound disappeared, and everything on the battlefield was completely silent.
Song Che tried to push the body on top of him, but he couldn't move it at all. Who knows how many dead people were pressed on top of him.
After struggling to no avail, he gave up on useless efforts.
If the moat is filled with corpses, it will be useless. Liang Jun will definitely send people to clean the battlefield. He just needs to wait quietly!
