A siege battle lasted until dawn.
Shu Hua took another gamble, and when the Japanese thieves were about to completely board the city, he fired all the gunpowder arrows.
The gambler of the Great Zhou Dynasty made the right bet and could not attack for a long time. The Ying thieves retreated, and it was impossible to determine how many gunpowder arrows the Zhou soldiers still had.
The sea-like Japanese thieves retreated, leaving countless corpses abandoned under the city.
Han You leaned against the city wall as if he had left, panting heavily, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand could not stop trembling.
Wang Hai, covered in blood, leaned against Han You and coughed violently.
"Shao Yin."
Lu Baichuan squatted beside him, rinsed his mouth with water and handed the water bag to Han You.
"I think you are much smarter and know more than Lao Ba. Please tell your brothers whether there is another life after death."
"have it."
Exhausted, Han You moved his fingers and his pupils were a little dizzy.
He didn't know if there would be a next life. If so, would he become a Zhou person or a later life?
He wanted to continue to be a Zhou people, and wanted to know whether the Ying thieves were destroyed by the country.
He wanted to return to the future life to be a human being. At least in the future life, he would not be so tired or think so much. As long as he had long arms and legs, he would live a happy life. He could earn 1.02 million by delivering food in three years and 1.02 million in three years by delivering express delivery. 1.08 million, working as a driver can earn 1.2 million in three years, collecting waste can earn 1 million in a year, selling pancakes and fruits can earn 800,000 a year, even if you go to the countryside to raise pigs, your income in three years Two million is really not enough to grow fruit in the mountains. Eight million in seven years. If you are lucky, you might win 200 million by buying a lottery ticket. You will be much happier than people back then.
While he was thinking wildly, the sound of drums came again. Han You didn't even have the strength to curse, so he braced himself and grabbed the long bow.
A quarter of an hour, at most a quarter of an hour, just a quarter of an hour, the sea-like Japanese thieves attacked again.
Shu Huaru was struck by lightning and murmured: "Did I win the bet, or...lose the bet?"
No one paid attention to him, and no one cared about him. He didn't even care about his own life. In order to aim more accurately, he let out half of his body.
The top of the city has long been like the incomplete teeth of an eighty-year-old man. Whether they are cavalry, infantry or Han You's relatives and friends with titles, they gritted their teeth to shoot bows and arrows, and gritted their teeth to poke with long spears. Holding on to the ladder, he gritted his teeth and stood guard at the corner tower.
Perhaps it was the dawn, or maybe the Imperial Capital of the Japanese had sent another large army. This time, visually, everyone felt that there were more Japanese thieves, many times more.
Everyone knows, including Han You, that Qiuye City cannot be defended. Maybe it will be the next second, maybe the next hour, maybe tomorrow. In short, this city cannot be defended. The only thing everyone hopes for is Fight to the last man before the city is broken.
It has nothing to do with whether the city is broken or not, it has to do with honor. Honor means fighting to the last man.
Lu Baichuan was injured again. This guy was the first to step on the collapsed turret and expose his whole body. He was one of the bravest ones. He lifted a boulder half his body high and threw it down, killing and injuring a group of people. thief.
Countless sharp arrows flew past Lu Baichuan's body, but Dachuan'er was unscathed. He thought he would die, but instead of dying, he was not even injured.
Then Lu Baichuan, who was laughing wildly, sprained his ankle when he jumped down. His body tilted and his forehead hit the city wall. Blood flowed out and he was injured.
This guy's luck has always been a mystery, and even Lao Ba, who has had the most contact with him, can't "guess" him.
Lu Baichuan, who was slumped on the ground, had no one to help him. He rubbed his head and feet for a while, trying to stand up and continue fighting. His head was buzzing, as if his hands were green after being eaten raw.
The battle will not stop just because of a stupid guy, and the sound of killing is loud. Those Zhou soldiers who seem to be always tired, once they go to the battlefield, they are like machines that are always tired, pulling their long bows and swinging. Hold the sword until death.
The Ying thieves put up ladders on the city wall one after another. Yingdao is the same as the Great Zhou Dynasty. Perhaps it was like this in the cold weapon era. The merits are divided into four levels: beheading generals, capturing flags, trapping formations, and ascending first. Among them, ascending first For the most.
The first Japanese thief jumped onto the city wall. Jiang Chai ran over and kicked him.
The second Japanese thief jumped onto the city wall. Jiang Chai ran over and kicked him.
The third Japanese thief jumped onto the city wall, and Jiang Zhui was kicked in the back.
Out of control, more and more defense holes appeared on the city walls, and more and more Japanese thieves jumped into the city walls.
The battle to defend the city was still a battle to defend the city, but the Zhou soldiers, who were already short of manpower, fell into a more difficult and bitter battle. They no longer had time to take care of the enemies under the city wall, but wanted to cut down the Japanese thieves on the wall. The more so, the more difficult it was to climb. The more thieves come in.
No one fell into despair, and the same was true for Han You. Everyone knew in their hearts that death in battle was the only outcome.
It rained all night, which was to be expected. The battering ram knocked open the already shaky city gate, and a large number of Japanese thieves entered the inner city from directly below.
Han You stabbed the thief in front of him in the heart with his long knife, and his breathing became heavier.
"Go to hell, little devil!"
Han You spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his sword high: "Great Zhou Wansheng!"
No one agrees with him, no one has the time to care about him, they are all fighting hard, and not everyone always has Wang Hai as a bodyguard.
There was a loud bang, smoke and dust flying, and the city gate that had been knocked open collapsed. Just as Han You was about to stretch his head to look, Wang Hai kicked him on the butt, and the flowing arrow grazed his right shoulder.
A stream of blood spattered out. Han You quickly lowered his head, bent over and tightly wrapped the blood-stained cloth strip around the handle of the knife again, and continued to slash.
The hacking was also done backwards, towards the west corner tower. There were too many thieves, densely packed and countless. Not only did they jump over from the ladder, but they also rushed up from the bottom of the inner city.
On the long and narrow city wall, there were fewer and fewer Zhou soldiers standing, and more and more Japanese thieves rushed up. Countless people wanted to drag Han You back.
Han You and Wang Hai were on the left and right, fighting and retreating in an orderly manner. It no longer made sense whether or not they could hide to the rear. For Han You, he had had enough, had enough of looking at the familiar faces. Instead of falling in a pool of blood, it would be better for him to take a step first to avoid further torture of his already broken heart.
After breaking through the city and occupying at least two-thirds of the city wall, the Ying thieves' offensive slowed down significantly. Only Han You's more than a thousand men and horses were trapped and the beasts were still fighting.
Han You was almost exhausted. He even felt that he could smell the thief's breath. It was a sin, a disgusting smell, a smell that should rot and rot forever under three feet.
Wang Hai's right arm was dripping with blood. When he wanted to switch the long knife to his left hand, a sharp arrow pierced his thigh and he almost fell to his knees.
Han You's long sword broke, and the injured Zhou soldiers looked like it collapsed into four sections behind the rattan shield.
Lu Baichuan finally came to his senses and yelled to take over from Han You, but found that Shu Hua, who was supporting him, had fainted and blood was flowing from his abdomen.
"My commander, Han You, knows the secret recipe for gunpowder."
A loud roar came from behind, and Jiang Zhui shouted in extremely awkward Ying dialect: "Let them leave, let them get on the boat, I will stay here, and I will give you the secret recipe for gunpowder after they get on the boat!"
Jiang Zhui secretly learned this Ying proverb a long, long time ago. He learned it for a long, long time.
Just as Han You was about to shout, countless arms dragged him behind him. Lu Baichuan covered his mouth tightly, Han You burst into tears.
Many miscellaneous soldiers and Zhou soldiers put down their swords. They were not afraid of death, nor did they want to exchange their lives with Jiang Zhui. They just wanted to let Han You return alive. As long as Han You could get on the ship, they did not mind fighting with him. Jiang Zhui stayed with him until he died in battle.
However, the Japanese thieves' offensive did not slow down, and they continued to charge forward and kill them as if they were desperate.
Jiang Zhui was stunned, and then his eyes were splitting. He grabbed the long knife and put it on his neck, shouting again and again, shouting the only Ying dialect he had learned.
The ground suddenly began to tremble, and no one cared, just like no one cared when the city gate collapsed just now. Whether it collapsed or collapsed, it had nothing to do with the Zhou soldiers.
It's just that the earthquake is not caused by the city, and it has nothing to do with the Zhou soldiers and Ying thieves. A big flag with the word "Han" dances wildly in the wind.
The tremor is because of the iron cavalry!
