Under Tongguan, the bloody battle continues.

The battle of siege has never been easy, let alone a pass like Tongguan.

It is better to attack ten cities than to attack a pass.

The reason is very simple. The siege can still surround three palaces and one pass, and the pass often has only one side. No matter how many troops the attacking party has, it is difficult to use its flesh and blood, and the siege equipment they have created to attack bit by bit, and chisel the city bricks piece by piece.

Human life is even worse than a blue brick. It’s just that sometimes it’s because you don’t take your life seriously, and sometimes it’s because others don’t take it seriously.

Dozens of soldiers stood under the city, holding huge oars and shields with their hands, tilted on the city wall, protecting the soldiers and civilians behind them under the shield, unloading all the arrows and wooden rocks on the city. Under the oars and shields, these soldiers and civilians were desperately digging the foundation of Tongguan...

"Disassist!"

Suddenly someone pulled his neck and howled, but it was too late. With the torch that was thrown away almost at the same time, he quickly swallowed up all the small formation that could resist arrows rolling wooden rocks!

Not long after the shrill screams, the air gradually disappeared in the flames, leaving only a bunch of hunched or curled black charcoal-like bodies.

And there are many such bodies under Tongguan.

The dark and twisted arms pointed to the sky obliquely, as if they were accusing their own injustice, and as if they were cursing the living...

"Send another team!"

Yang Jun said indifferently as if he had not seen the flames evaporated.

Without the source of food and grass, the soldiers below cannot know. What is the best way to do it?

Let the cannon fodder die!

On the one hand, it can reduce the consumption of food and grass, and on the other hand, it can also consume various equipment from the Tongguan defenders. From the past two days, although there is still tincture oil in Tongguan for defense, the number of times and frequency of use are reduced.

This works!

And effective methods naturally need to continue to be used.

Looking at another team of civilians and auxiliary soldiers, under the supervision of the main soldiers, they shouted decisively and ran forward staggeringly. Yang Jun's heart was not clear, but he just couldn't calm down.

It was not for these auxiliary soldiers and civilians, no matter how many of these people died, Yang Junxin would not feel much regret. What he regretted even more was the burned food and grass and the armored soldiers who were supervising the battle.

In the past two days, my morale has continued to decline.

Yang Jun knew, but was unmoved.

If there are too many people who die, then will there be no morale?

But what if morale falls?

Just like he had only one way to attack Tongguan, then these auxiliary soldiers and civilians who had little morale were also only one way. As long as the main soldiers were controlled, these things that did not have much combat power could only be obedient and consume the power and equipment of Tongguan in batches!

Huangfu Song used this method to conquer Tongguan, and there was no reason why Yang Jun couldn't do it!

Although Yang Jun's face is calm now and there seems to be nothing, his heart is turbulent. The army he sent out has not sent messages for more than a day. Although in some cases, no news is good news, and with news is generally bad news, this feeling of being confused will make people gradually lose confidence and lose themselves.

Although he repeatedly cheered himself up, Yang Jun always had a premonition, a bad premonition, and this premonition quickly became reality.

Just as the noise of the army was heard, Yang Jun suddenly turned around and saw a group of scouts running towards him with sweat on his head, and also saw the towering smoke and dust rising from the distant sky...

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At the city entrance of Tongguan, Ma Yan has not been under much pressure these days.

Everyone knows their own affairs, and everyone has their own difficulties.

The regular soldiers from Hongnong and Heluo brought this time were not on the same level as the ordinary militias that last time. Although they were only about three or four thousand, the pressure was greater than that of tens of thousands of militias and the threat was greater.

The key is that Tongguan has just experienced the last high-intensity battle, and many places have not been completely repaired and perfected. Although some places have been filled, Ma Yan knew that under the soil layer, some places were only temporarily supported by wooden frames, not all solid rammed earth.

Therefore, whenever Yang Jun sent the excavated soldiers to this area, Ma Yan wanted to save on tinder oil, otherwise once the bricks and soil covered with the surface were dug up, the wooden frames in it would not last long!

As time goes by, Ma Yan's anxiety is accumulating bit by bit, and it is inevitable that he is as calm as he is at the beginning. The number of times he yells and scolds soldiers, and even kicks and hits, is increasing unknowingly.

How long can you stay?

How long will you stay?

No one can give Ma Yan an answer, and Ma Yan has nowhere to find the answer.

However, when the long sound of the horn sounded in the east, Ma Yan, who had not laughed for many days, suddenly laughed out loud and said excitedly: "Come here! Damn, beat the drum for me! Hahaha! Zhang Wenyuan, yes, Zhang Wenyuan!"

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Yang Jun stood under the command of the central army and just looked east. As for the auxiliary soldiers and civilians who were originally sent to Tongguan, they had stopped at some point, and stood dumbly on the way and ignored them.

Yang Jun's slightly thin body was trembling slightly without realizing it. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said, "Why... why... why is this?"

The war drums that suddenly remembered Yang Jun suddenly woke up, suddenly came to his senses, and shouted: "Line! Line up! Don't let the enemy rush to the camp!"

However, most of the Yang soldiers seemed to be trapped in glue at this moment, and even the movements were extremely stiff. Even the regular soldiers who were originally considered to be in good order are now a little confused and at a loss.

Everyone knows what it means when the troops of the General of the Western Expedition appear in the rear.

But no one knows how they will resist when the cavalry of the General of the West roars towards him...

At any time when fully equipped cavalry appears on the battlefield, it is a great deterrent for the commander and the soldiers.

Yang Jun's soldiers looked at the three-color flags raised high in the distance, and watched the cavalry commander in the middle and walked slowly forward without any rushing; they watched the cavalry like a forest pointing straight to the sky, shining with a terrifying cold light; they watched the cavalry protruding in front quickly grab the front of the formation, pulling out several flags from behind, and throwing them on the open space of the rear camp like a rag...

These flag-Yang soldiers were very familiar with each other, and they caused a stir.

Several soldiers walked forward carefully, then quickly rolled the flags into their arms and brought them to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun looked at it and felt his body shaking. He stood up encouragingly and tried hard to straighten his waist, because he knew that once his waist bent, it would not be so easy to straighten it.

On the ground, there is a banner of the rear army sent by itself...

The most important thing is that there is also the Blue Bird Banner representing the Yang Gong cavalry...

Yang Jun closed his eyes in pain.

How much Yang Biao cherishes this cavalry and values ​​this cavalry. He even personally decides to use the blue bird as a sign. However, now the blue bird's banner is like a sparrow with naked feathers...

Gong Yang had already taken out all his assets, and behind these cavalrymen of the Western Generals, how many soldiers, how many war horses were there, and how many cards were there that had not been taken out?

Yang Jun looked up at the big "Han" flag written on his head, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Big man..."

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Luoyang, five hundred miles away, seemed to feel Yang Jun's sorrow, and it started to rain lightly, endlessly.

Luoyang City now no longer has the elegant and luxurious temperament as before, but is a bit dismal, just like an extremely exquisite internet celebrity beauty who took off her makeup, washed her face, and turned off the beauty filter.

Outside the Luoyang city gate, the traces of the fire in the past have not been eliminated, spreading on the city wall like scars, and the blue bricks on the city wall have not been completely repaired. In the drizzle of spring rain and rain, not only does not become more poetic because of the haze, but it becomes more decadent and miserable.

Although the rain was not heavy, it also hindered many repair projects and isolated some people from coming and going. There were only some scattered labor, half-deadly, trembling in the rain, struggling in the mud and water.

The rain and fog in the distance suddenly moved, and then some sounds of footsteps trampling on mud and water, and a group of people appeared in the rain and fog...

The defenders at the head of Luoyang City complained and ran out of the rain sheltering place, lay on the battlements, on guard, and looked down.

In the rain, thirty or forty people were stumbled, and the first one was under the banner of the Han army. However, the flag was already ragged and the people were in a mess. The clothes on their bodies were wearing were better than wearing them, and they were swaying when they were full of rain. More than a dozen of them were wearing helmets crookedly, as if they would fall off at any time. Everyone was dragging their feet and supporting them with swords and guns, as if these swords and guns were not weapons, but crutches.

The soldiers guarding the city in Luoyang immediately felt relieved, but looked at each other in a few moments. As they were a group of fleeing defeated soldiers, they didn't know where they came from...

The duty-by-duty chief lay on the battlement and shouted loudly: "Still stand up! Don't leave, hit the city gate, don't complain if you are shot to death! Report the number first, where did you come from?"

That's it, but in fact, no one was raising an arrow on the city wall, and there was not even a move to close the city gate. Isn't it just a thirty or forty-year-old defeated soldiers who came from where they came from? Is it worth making such a fuss?

"I am the guard of Gong County!" One of the people in the queue replied loudly, "There are thieves coming to Gong County and are besieging the city! I took my brothers to break through and report the news! Damn it... there were still hundreds of people when I broke through, and now... report quickly, don't let my brothers die in vain..."

"Gong County, thieves?" The on-duty Tunchang stared wide, "Where did the thief come from? He actually arrived in Gong County?!"

"Damn it, how could I know... I suddenly came, and the flag was not even shown..."

"There is no flag? It's so damn... Alas, these days... OK, it's so amazing. Hurry up and cross the trench, go into the city and follow the leader to report, and see what regulations are there..."

Luoyang City was originally surrounded by Luoshui as a moat, but no one maintained it for a long time after the fire, and some of the trenches collapsed. Now it is being excavated again, so the water inlet is blocked. At present, it is only a deep trenches and no water storage is stored.

Thirty or forty people heard this and walked forward in a mess.

Before the trenches, the team guarding the wooden bridge and the city gate seemed to be a little old, or the small officials at the gate at the foot of the emperor were somewhat majestic, at least wearing leather armor, martial scarves tied on their heads, and wooden clogs, and somewhat looked a little. When they saw these people in a mess, they did not stop them and question them carefully. They just shook their heads and sighed, and then muttered something like "... why bother... to work hard..." and waved their hands in a daze, indicating that these people would enter the city.

At this moment, a military officer came out of the city, and two guards were holding oil umbrellas high to cover the wind and rain. The big red cloak on their bodies was stained with some rain, as if they were fainting from blood.

"What are you doing? Stop it!" Seeing this, the military officer frowned and asked, "Why are everyone putting it in!"

Before the gate chief above the city was spoken, the thirty or forty people who were originally embarrassed were silent for a moment, and someone suddenly shouted in it: "Kill him! Grab the door!"

The soldiers pretending to be fleeing immediately shouted together and rushed forward with a fierce look!

In the rain and fog, a faint sound of thunder came from afar...

Xiahou Yuan rode his horse out of the rain and fog, then looked at the messy city gate, laughed loudly, pulled out the battle knife with a clang, and shouted loudly: "My men, it's time to get rich! Hurry up! Take out all your energy to feed me! Grab the door for me!"

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"Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang! Big things are not good! Big things are not good! Oh..." The panicked servant rushed in outside the yard, but accidentally stepped on the moss on the stone steps, and a dog chewed the mud, pounced on the courtyard, and suddenly rolled into the mess.

"...Mr. Yang," the attendant who reported the news did not care about his embarrassment and pain, and quickly supported himself and raised his head and said, "Someone robbed the city! The city has been robbed! There are many cavalrymen, no less than a thousand!"

"In that gate?" Yang Biao stood up and said, "Go to Ximen? Yongmen? Guangyangmen?"

"It's not all..." The servant got up and said quickly, "It's the Middle East Gate..."

"How could the Middle East Gate be at the Middle East Gate?" Yang Biao asked in disbelief, "You said it was not west? Isn't it the general's troops in the West? Whose people are under the banner?"

"The flag, the flag is... it is General Cao of Pingdong..."

At this moment, the noise at the city gate finally came. As the raindrops hit the tiles like accompaniment music, rhythmic slogans resounded over Luoyang City: "The treacherous ministers of the Qing Dynasty protect the wise king! Protect the country and protect the Han Dynasty!"
Chapter completed!