Guanggu, inner city.

Black robe hugged her arms with her hands and looked coldly at the battle on the city walls. Except for the north gate, there was still calm, only more than ten thousand black cavalry were invisible outside the large open square inside the city gate. The battle on the other three walls had fallen into white heat. The gates of the east city were shaking, and the south city was even more fierce.

The urn at the city gate has been broken through. Thousands of iron-armored spearmen from the Northern Palace Army have established a solid front twenty or thirty steps inside the city gate and advanced step by step.

Correspondingly were the soldiers of the Helan tribe who retreated step by step. From time to time, several soldiers with swords and guns rushed towards the shield wall of the Northern Mansion Army desperately, trying to break this line of defense with one person's courage, but often they couldn't even touch the other party's shield, so they pierced several long spears into meat skewers, turning into a corpse on the ground.

There were more than 300 corpses on the ground, most of which were soldiers from the Helan tribe and soldiers of the Northern Prefecture Army, holding shield walls and long spears, and almost every step forward was stepping on the corpses on the ground.

The soldiers of the North Mansion behind the shield held short spears and thrust at the enemy corpses on the ground, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and blood flowing. The small pits on the ground had already been soaked by these blood. The military boots that stepped into these blood had already dyed the blood red, and even the shining armor on the calf was soaked by blood.

Helanlu stood under the banner and, together with more than a hundred archers, shot arrows constantly at the shield formation of the Northern Mansion Army. However, these thick wooden shields were extremely strong. Even at a distance of thirty or forty steps, it was difficult to penetrate with ordinary step bows. Almost all the shield surfaces were filled with arrow branches, and they were like arrow targets moving forward.

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Helanlu roared, and the archers turned their bows from direct to upward, raised them upward, and shot them with arrows. A rain of arrows rose into the air, crossed the shield line in front, and then drilled downward, pouring them downward at about ten steps behind the shield formation.

A sound of arrows and iron attacks sounded, accompanied by more than ten slight muffled groans, three or four soldiers from the Northern Prefecture Army who shot the key points fell down and quickly dragged them backwards by their companions behind them. The other soldiers who were shot without losing their combat effectiveness, still had arrow shafts inserted on their bodies and continued to move forward. While walking, they pulled out the knife, dagger and other objects on their bodies, cut off the arrow shaft, and even bravely pulled out the long arrow directly, threw it on the ground, and continued to move forward.

Helanlu gritted his teeth, and a personal guard beside him said, "Sir, Wu'er's shield is strong and the armor is solid. Our bows and arrows cannot break the armor. Should we use it..."

Helan Lu Nong's eyebrows raised: "The front of the golden soup has been used up. I want to use it now. Keep ejaculating for me, and send some people to the city wall to occupy..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that the light in front of him dimmed. Two guards flew forward, blocking him, waving a round-skinned shield. There was only a sound of "ding dong". Seven or eight arrows were stuck on the shields of the two guards, and the number of arrows on their bodies was no less than that. All of them fell to the ground, and the big flag above Helanlu's head also shot through more than ten small holes on the flag, becoming riddled with holes...

Helanlu looked at the roof of the city tower opposite. At about a hundred steps, more than one hundred archers from the Northern Mansion Army were bent their bows and arrows, taking advantage of their height to shoot here. The previous round of arrow attacks was shot from the city gate. Xu Chite stood at the city gate, and the bowstring in his hand was still shaking slightly, looking directly at Helanlu under his eyes, and fire was almost emerging. Obviously, he was staring at Helanlu just now. If it weren't for the two personal guards who refused to resist, Helanlu would have fallen down.

More personal guards blocked Helanlu's face with shields, forming a human wall, protecting him and quickly retreating. The archers in front also shot and retreated. Many people simply turned to shoot at the Jin army archers on the top of the city, but at this distance, they shot from the high point. Often, these arrows did not even reach the top of the city and fell one after another.

The walls of the Wengcheng have also entered a stage of close combat. The soldiers on other walls and the defenders on the Wengcheng are frantically attacking the Jin army who have already gained a foothold on the city wall of about 200 meters above the city tower, trying to drive them down from the city.

These Jin troops formed a shield formation like the heavily armored infantry in the urn city, forming a line of defense on the city wall five or six meters wide. The spear like a forest stretched forward to cover the three or four layers of shields. No matter it is an arrow branch or axe, it cannot make a breakthrough. The archers who kept behind the shield could stand safely on the city tower and form a condescending offensive against the Yan army in the urn city. With Helanlu retreating, the Yan army defense line in the urn city was already crumbling and on the verge of collapse.

The black robe's face was calm and his eyes were calm. It seemed that as he had expected, Gongsun Wulou's voice sounded behind him: "National Master, are you looking for me?"

Hei Pao didn't look back at him and said coldly: "Gongsun Wulou, do you know your guilt?"

Gongsun Wulou was so scared that he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling: "National Master, I will follow your instructions, but I used the ruthless iron ball to kill and injure the Jin army that was sieging the city, destroy thousands of them, and also guard the ghost wall. I wonder what the crime is?"

The black robe's voice became colder and colder without any emotion: "Who left the post without permission and rushed towards the city gate with Helangang's men and women, destroying our entire line of defense, is it my instructions?"

Gongsun Wulou's face turned pale and he couldn't stand on the ground: "Mu General, Mo General was anxious for a moment, thinking that the ghost wall was safe. Seeing that the Jin army attacked the city wall at the city gate, he wanted to help, but he didn't have time to ask the national teacher for advice, so he....................................."

The black robe pointed at the direction of the ghost wall. On the city wall, dozens of Jin troops had already turned over to the city. Several Yan soldiers who had just gone up to fight directly chopped over the fallen city. The big flag of the word "Jin" also floated on the city wall. A cold light flashed in the black robe's eyes: "Leaving the post without permission, the position was lost. Say, what way do you want to die?!"

Gongsun Wulou burst into tears and snot this time: "National Master, please give me another chance when I am your most loyal disciple and dog slave. I am willing to lead the troops to fight back. I will definitely take back the ghost city. If I can't fight back, I will never come back to see you alive!"
Chapter completed!