The next day, the Qin army launched a strong attack on Lingzhou again.
This time the offensive was more ferocious than before. While heavy troops were invested, the attack on the city defenses never stopped for a moment.
The oil jars exploded one after another, mixed with miserable howls one after another.
Dust was flying outside the pass, and the shouts of killing spread throughout the plain.
Falling rocks and rolling trees, random arrows like rain, firing back and forth, the soldiers on both sides fought another day of bloody battle until nightfall.
The reason why the Qin army did not attack day and night was based on the study of Lingzhou city defense deployment. Night was a great disadvantage to the soldiers fighting.
In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, Xiao Yuan did not risk human lives. Anyway, the entire Lingzhou was already surrounded, so there was no need to rush for a day or two.
After a fierce battle, both sides will inevitably make certain statistics on the battle damage and battle conditions.
On the Lingjun side.
Bu Shuo looked sad as he watched a large number of wounded being carried off.
Not long after, a general walked over quickly, clasped his fists and said, "General, today's battle damage inspection has been completed. According to military orders, all ministries have changed their defenses."
"Yes." Bu Shuo responded, still watching the wounded in front of him being carried away.
The general stood behind him, moved the corner of his mouth, and bravely said: "The Qin army's offensive is becoming more fierce every day, and our army's strength is insufficient. If we continue like this..."
Although he didn't finish his words, everyone understood that with only more than 20,000 people, we couldn't hold it.
The Qin army not only had sufficient food, grass and weapons, but also had heavy troops to block it, cutting off all the major transportation routes around Lingzhou. We no longer had any tactics to speak of, and we could only watch as our troops became less and less day by day.
Bu Shuo fell silent for a moment after the general's words. Hearing the wailing of the wounded around him and looking at the blood-stained young faces on the stretcher, he turned to look at the general and said in a calm tone: "How many more days do you think we can hold on?" ."
"This..." The general did not dare to answer easily, but secretly glanced at Bu Shuo's face.
The latter shook his head slightly and seemed to mutter to himself: "What's the point of continuing this battle in Lingzhou..."
At the same time, a wine shop in Lingzhou.
There is no business at all in the shops in the city now. The waiters in the shops are already doing the business of closing. While fixing the wooden boards of the doors, they look at both sides of the street warily.
This is a contact point for Qin army spies in Lingzhou. It has been there for several years and is deeply hidden.
In the store, the shopkeeper was talking with Chen Jing.
"There has been an order from above to hibernate you completely to ensure your own safety. You cannot make any further movements."
He whispered with a serious look on his face.
Chen Jing said: "No, I still need to negotiate with Miao Wei."
Miao Wei, the captain of the left army of the Ling Kingdom, is now the guard general of the North Gate.
Chen Jing had been lurking in Lingzhou for many years, and he also held an important position in the Li camp. He had been running the business for several years. Of course, he had made friends with some officials in this enemy capital. The relationship between Miao Wei and him cannot be said to be very good, but they are somewhat personal.
But this is an enemy guard, and if you negotiate with him at such a critical juncture, your identity will inevitably be exposed. When the shopkeeper heard this, he was shocked and said hurriedly: "No, no, it's really risky to act like this. If Miao Wei makes any changes, you will die without a burial place!"
Chen Jingdao: "I know Miao Wei to some extent. If given the chance, he will never be willing to die with Lingzhou. This trip is very important. Even if it is risky, I think it is worth giving it a try."
"No, no, absolutely not!" The shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly and said with a stern face: "There has been a clear order from above that you no longer have any tasks. Even if there is necessary information, it will be passed on by me. You only need to wait for our army to recover the spirit." Just state. You must know that your identity is too important, especially in this final battle. If you are desperate and take risks, but there is an accident, what should you do?"
In fact, Chen Jing can now live in the Li camp. Once Lingzhou is defeated, he will definitely be awarded a knighthood for his merits. This will be his contribution to the founding of the country, and he will be more prosperous and wealthy in the future.
Taking risks now is very unwise in terms of his personal future.
But he was silent for a moment and said: "In the battle of Lingzhou, our army has fought bloody battles for two days. In the end, although the city can be captured, the price of casualties must be huge. If Miao Wei can be persuaded to surrender, we can open the door The north gate can prevent the bloodshed and sacrifice of our soldiers."
"But the order from above..." the shopkeeper said.
Chen Jing interrupted him: "Those are thousands of young men in our Great Qin! If I can exchange for these soldiers with my own life, do you think I should take this risk?"
"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper didn't know how to answer.
Chen Jing raised his hand and said, "You don't have to say anything. I have made up my mind. Miao Wei is definitely worth fighting for. I will quietly go to the north gate later. If I can't come back, you must not be exposed." ."
Seeing that he insisted on doing this and that he was the top leader of Lingzhou secret agents, the shopkeeper could only say with worry: "Well, how can I reply to the boss?"
"Reply truthfully." Chen Jing said, then looked at the waiter standing guard outside, and finally said: "You continue to lurk and pay attention to safety."
After saying that, he took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, turned around and left.
At night, the north gate of Lingzhou.
There were many torches on the city defense, and there were also many garrison soldiers. There were also a large number of soldiers on site carrying stones, rolling logs and other objects.
The defender Miao Wei was also here gesticulating and shouting: "Move quickly!"
Not long after, a soldier hurried over, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted: "General, there is someone here who wants to see you, and he says he is an old friend of the general."
"When did this happen! Let him leave quickly!" The war was tense, and Miao Wei could not think of meeting his friends at this moment.
The soldier hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "Yes, but the person coming is from the Sili Camp."
Si Liying directly takes orders from King Ling, and his rights are unquestionable. At some point, he can directly question officials. This also gave Chen Jing great convenience.
When he heard this, Miao Wei's heart tightened subconsciously, thinking that something had gone wrong with him and that he would be held accountable by the court. After thinking about it, he could only raise his hand and said impatiently: "Lead the way."
A moment later, Miaowei Military Camp.
When he came in, Chen Jing had been waiting for a long time. He hurriedly greeted him, raised his hands and saluted with a smile: "Brother Miao is busy with military affairs, so he comes to disturb you late at night. I hope you won't be surprised."
"Ah, it turns out to be Brother Chen. What are you talking about? Please take a seat." Seeing him, Miao Wei felt much better and hurriedly invited him.
After the two of them sat down as host and guest, Miao Wei also tentatively said: "I'm here this time. I wonder if Brother Chen represents the Secretary's Camp, or..."
Chen Jing did not answer immediately, but looked around.
Miao Wei understood and immediately raised his voice: "Wait outside, no one is allowed within a hundred steps."
"No!" The soldier clasped his fists and retreated.
