"Line up! Form a square formation!" Sun Jian commanded the ancient ingot knife, and five thousand Jiangdong soldiers formed dozens of square formations, preparing to break through the ruins of the outer city wall at one time.

"Lord! The first formation is ready!" This time, Huang Gai, as the deputy general, followed Sun Jian into the battle, while Cheng Pu and others stayed in the camp with other Jiangdong troops.

"Well, public refusal, you can return to the team too." Sun Jian's eyes were like a torch, looking at the inner wall of Hulao Pass after the fire, and fighting spirit Xiong Ran.

"Yes! Lord!" Huang Gai returned to the team with a big stick and riding a war horse. Sun Jian was surrounded by a thousand personal guards, very elite.

"The wind is blowing west!" said a careful personal soldier in Sun Jian's army.

When Sun Jian saw it, he couldn't help laughing, "Today even God helped me Sun Jian Sun Wentai!" At this time, everyone in the outer city wall was beating, and the wind yearned for the west, which happened to be the direction of the inner city wall.

The rolling black smoke drifted towards the inner city wall, and the Dong Zhuo soldiers had to retreat.

"Boom!" After burning a cup of tea, the ruins of the outer city wall finally began to collapse. A piece of wood on fire was burned and another piece of ruin collapsed.

"It seems that you can rush to the forthcoming soon, prepare for the first round!" Huang Gai directed without Sun Jian's words.

Immediately, soldiers draped wet cowhides on their comrades, and soon covered the soldiers of the first formation with a very heavy smell. They were silent against the smell and prepared to charge.

Another stick of incense has passed, and the ruins have been almost burned. With the constant filling of tinder oil, even yesterday's corpse smells of burnt meat.

"Put on wet cowhide, first round, set off!" Huang Gai commanded. The fire of the first two hundred suicide squad did not hurt them under the cover of wet cowhide, but the hot environment made the two hundred soldiers squeezed together sweat.

"Run!" the team leader in charge of leading the direction shouted, thinking of rushing to the place with the smallest fire and the flattest terrain.

The soldiers in front were wearing heavy armor and used their bodies to open the way, while the soldiers behind pushed them desperately.

The city wall that was baked by everyone was vulnerable and turned into ashes after being hit.

With the first suicide squadrons slaughtering the way through the fire, a road to siege was opened.

"The enemy is coming! The archers put on wet cloth and guard the city!" Zhang Chen stood on the city wall that could not be blown by the wind, and saw Sun Jianjun who broke through the obstacles of the ruins.

"Go on!" Lao Jiang received the order from behind and shouted hoarsely. Several rows of archers mixed with crossbowmen wrapped in wet cloth and rushed into the city covered with black smoke.

"Shoot the arrow!" Lao Jiang directed.

The crossbowmen could not see anything, and they could not breathe in the black smoke, so they could only pull arrows and shoot around. The same was true for the Sun Jianjun suicide squad below. They could not see anything in the thick smoke, and could only use shields to cover themselves.

Suddenly, the wind direction changed and the thick smoke began to float towards the Yellow River.

"Good opportunity! Shoot the arrow!" There was nothing that could stop the archers from massacre now, and Lao Jiang hurriedly directed.

The crossbowmen on the top of the city quickly untied their wet cloth and began to shoot.

The Sun Jian's army under the city was still in thick black smoke, with arrow feathers scattered. Many soldiers were not distinguished from each other, could not find shields, and were shot to death.

The suicide squads had advanced under the inner city wall. Although many people were shot to death in the black smoke, they could not stop them from setting up the ladder.
Chapter completed!