On the fifth day of the fort defense battle, the East Fort on Erdaosha was completely surrounded. There were military tents of Yan soldiers in all directions. At night, there were continuous fires.
With a few hundred people at the beginning, and the reinforcements arriving one after another in the past two days, the Yan army's strength was already more than ten times that of the Liang army.
Fortunately, the sand dunes around the fort have limited space and cannot lay out a large offensive formation. No matter how many Yan troops there are, they can only charge upward in dozens and dozens. This fueling tactic is actually an advantage for Gu Sinian and the others.
"Come on, rush up!"
"Kill!"
"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!"
"Swish swish~"
"Ahhhh~"
The fierce battle was still going on. Stones were being thrown condescendingly, and the Yan army that was hit was a dead man.
Several bamboo ladders were set up on the edge of the village wall. From time to time, Yan soldiers would appear from here, and then they would be shot to death by the Liang soldiers guarding the city.
The four consecutive days of offensive and defensive battles seemed to have made the soldiers familiar with the rhythm of the Yan army's attack. They basically defended during the day and sneaked out quietly to pick up crossbows and stones at night.
After all, you only carry so much ordnance, and it will eventually run out.
"Coming up, there are Yan soldiers coming up on the west wall!"
"blacksmith!"
"exist!"
"Go and finish them off!"
"good!"
I saw the blacksmith leading a few people, picking up a few wooden stakes from the ground and rushing over. They didn't throw stones, they just used the wooden stakes to lift the bamboo ladder and push it out.
The people inside pushed, and the Yan army outside resisted with all their strength. Unfortunately, there was such a powerful guy like the blacksmith here, and the bamboo ladder soon became crumbling.
A Yanjun soldier with quick eyesight and quick hands jumped into the wall the moment the bamboo ladder was pushed down, and threw himself at the blacksmith with a ferocious face:
"drink!"
The straight blade swept over quickly, but the blacksmith did not dodge and slapped him with a big mouth;
"Snapped!"
The huge force of this slap directly stunned Yan Jun. He spun around twice, his cheeks were visibly swollen, and there were stars in his eyes.
"act recklessly."
The blacksmith snorted coldly, grabbed Yan Jun's neck with both hands and twisted it hard:
"Kacha~"
Completely went to see the King of Hell.
"Attack, kill!"
"Climb up, let me rush up, don't retreat!"
There were roars from the Yan army, and a centurion-looking guy kept urging the Yan army to attack.
"Lao Wu!"
Gu Sinian stuck his head out from the wall and shouted:
"Did you see the leader below? Bring him to me!"
"Don't worry, leave it to me!"
Wu Xiang shouted loudly and picked up a crossbow, ready to take aim when he found an opportunity.
"Whizzing!"
But just as Wu Xiang, who was holding the crossbow, raised his head, several arrows flew towards him, making him unable to stand up.
"Strong crossbow, use strong crossbow!"
"good!"
"The others cover me, quick!"
Wu Xiang rushed up to a tower. There was a crossbow that had been set up on the first day. Unfortunately, they didn't bring many crossbow arrows. Every one they used was missing one, which was rare and tight.
I saw Wu Xiang placing a black arrow that was more than half a foot long on the crossbow. Not to mention anything else, just by looking at the thick arrow shaft, you can tell that it is very powerful.
"cover me!"
Wu Xiang turned the crossbow and narrowed his eyes, always looking for the centurion of the Yan soldiers in the crowd.
"I come!"
"All the bastards of the Yan army are looking at Grandpa!"
Yan Hu leapt up and stood on the wall. He held a crossbow and fired three arrows in succession. His arrogant look attracted the attention of all the Yan troops.
"Fire an arrow and shoot him to death! Damn it!"
"careful!"
More than a dozen feather arrows were shot at Yan Hu in a swarm. Soon after, Yan Hu flew back to the battlement, but an arrow still hit his arm.
While everyone's attention was on Yan Hu, Wu Xiang seized the gap and pressed the crossbow hard.
"Whoosh!"
"Buzz~"
The long and narrow arrow left the bowstring, and the huge impact caused the bowstring to swing back and forth. The sound of breaking wind echoed throughout the archery tower, which was terrifying.
"Whoosh!"
"Pfft~"
This arrow was very accurate. The arrow hit the centurion who was roaring incessantly and passed through the chest.
The long and narrow arrow shaft carried infinite power, flying directly with the bloody corpse, and nailed him to the yellow sand ground.
The body was half hanging in the air, and blood was pouring out.
This horrifying scene terrified the surrounding Yan troops. They all froze on the spot, and then chaotic roars rang out:
"Retreat, retreat quickly, the centurion is dead!"
"Get out quickly! Get out quickly!"
Dozens of people carried the bamboo ladder and retreated with great cheer, as if they were fleeing.
"Hoo, damn~"
Wu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground as if his strength had been drained. If the arrow missed, he would have done a great sin.
"Hey, Brother Tiger!"
As soon as Wu Xiang's butt hit the ground, he remembered something and rushed out as fast as he could, because he remembered that Yan Hu seemed to have been hit by an arrow just now.
"Brother Xiaohu, where are we!"
Wu Xiang rushed to Yan Hu's side in a few quick steps:
"Is it okay!"
"it's okay no problem."
Yan Hu sat half-sitting on the ground and grinned:
"Just a scratch on the skin, a minor injury."
"Damn, I'm scared to death."
Wu Xiang cursed and pulled off a piece of cloth to bandage his wound, muttering:
"It's too dangerous for you. You have to be careful in the future. Yan Jun's arrows are very accurate."
"Haha, I got it."
Yan Hu said indifferently:
"We big-headed soldiers are just like the wind and the fire. We are rough-skinned and thick-bodied. It doesn't matter."
Gu Sinian, who was standing aside, was a little relieved. Even though they were fighting each other with swords two days ago, they were now brothers in life and death.
Men, especially soldiers, are so simple that they can establish life-long friendships in a day or two.
In the past two days, we have been fighting side by side. You saved me and I helped you. We have already been rolling in a pile of dead people.
Gu Sinian glanced at the Yan army retreating outside the city and asked casually:
"How are our casualties?"
Zeng Lingchuan replied:
"Sixteen of them were dead and two were seriously injured. They were all carried to the second floor. The rest were not considered minor injuries."
Everyone was a little silent. If you were seriously injured in this situation, you were basically waiting for death. Even if the King of Heaven came, there was nothing you could do.
"The casualties are quite large."
Gu Sinian held the knife and said:
"Tell brothers, be as careful as possible and avoid getting hurt if you can, especially not seriously.
There are only so many of us, and if one of us dies, one will be missing! "
"good!"
Zeng Lingchuan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said:
"Brother, there is still no news of reinforcements."
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you without saying a word.
Something was wrong. The people from Xibao Village evacuated the next night. Today was the fifth day. Logically speaking, they had brought the news back and reinforcements were due to arrive.
But until now, they have not seen a single soldier.
Gu Sinian did not answer this question directly, but just asked:
"Where's the food? How much food is left?"
Lin Yihuai, who was in charge of food, silently replied:
"We didn't bring much food to begin with. We've saved on eating in the past two days, but the remaining food can last for three days at most. After three days..."
"Damn it, didn't we promise that we would send food to us!"
The blacksmith said angrily:
"There are no reinforcements now, and no food can be seen!"
He, a man who usually eats several large bowls at a meal, can only eat two bites at a meal now, and he is very frustrated.
"Stop whining."
Gu Sinian raised his hand to suppress everyone's anger:
“At this point, we can only rely on ourselves.
Just wait a little longer and try to save as much food as possible. If there are no reinforcements yet, we will find a way. "
"good!"
Gu Sinian slowly turned his head to look in the direction of Youtun City and murmured:
"What happened?"
…
Time passes little by little, day after day.
The expected reinforcements never appeared, and there was no news about the promised food supplies.
Gu Sinian and the others on Erdao Sand were completely alone, as if they had been forgotten by the Changzi Camp in Youtun City.
The only good thing is that the Yan army's offensive momentum gradually stopped.
At first, the Yan army came with great momentum, attacking three or four times a day, but then it gradually decreased to twice a day and once a day. Until the eighth day, no Yan soldiers were seen attacking from morning to night.
There is only one reason:
The Yan army's losses were too great.
There were piles of corpses lying on the sand dunes outside the fortress, at least more than a hundred. The number of people killed in battle far exceeded that of the defenders, and they exuded a stench under the sun.
The palm-sized fortress really made Yan Jun suffer a lot. Before anyone could enter, he was hit by two arrows. After climbing up the wall, he was hit by stones. After finally climbing up, he found that the walls of the fortress were full of Liang Jun. , I will chop you to death with random knives.
The Yan army's crossbowmen raised their heads to attack, while the Liang army all hid behind the wall, resulting in extremely poor accuracy.
This battle is really hard to fight.
So the Yan army figured it out and stopped attacking. Several hundred men and horses moved out and surrounded the fortress, intending to trap the Liang army alive.
Even if you can store food in the fortress, you don't have water, right? On such a hot day, you will die of thirst!
The silent battlefield, the lonely fortress~
There is also a military flag embroidered with the word "Liang" hanging weakly on the highest archery tower.
Gu Sinian and his group were all sitting on the ground with their backs to the corner, their stomachs growling and their lips so dry that they cracked.
Gu Sinian was still chewing a dry straw in his mouth to comfort himself.
Hungry, really hungry~
The blacksmith touched his withered belly and said with a bitter face:
"Oh, now I can eat a cow!"
"Come on, you still want to eat cows? Now I'll be satisfied if you can just give me a piece of pie."
Lin Yihuai said feebly:
"It won't work if you eat too much. If you eat too much, you'll feel full~"
"Hahaha~"
The private salt dealer made everyone laugh. They were all so hungry. How dare they hold on?
Zeng Lingchuan limped up from the second floor and said:
"Brother, our food supply is basically at the bottom, and we don't have much water. We have to think of a way~"
His leg wasn't injured, it was just that he was too hungry to walk.
Now everyone no longer expects reinforcements, they just think about where to get some food.
"Pooh!"
Gu Sinian spit out the straw in his mouth and cursed:
“There are no guns or cannons, the enemy made them for us.
Don't panic, we will have food after tonight. "
"Brother, you must be hungry and confused. What are you talking about?"
The blacksmith looked confused:
"If there are no guns or cannons, where will the food come from? Rice balls will not fall from the sky."
"that is."
Lin Yihuai said gloomily: "Brother, please stop teasing us. I don't even have the energy to laugh."
"We don't have food, but the Yan army outside does~"
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Gu Sinian's lips:
"Pick a dozen good guys tonight and let's go out and grab food!"
