Chapter 64 Bloody Battle in the City

The Zhang Lu army at the head of the palace is like a wolf and a tiger. This is the most tragic time of the battle.

The stone-throwing bow and crossbow have all been extinguished at this moment, and the engagement of short soldiers is the bloodiest test during the battle. Wei Yan picked up the spring and autumn knife and began to supervise the battle in the city.

"Hear, hold on, hold on."

However, not all soldiers have a tenacious fighting will, and some newly recruited recruits and some temporarily formed strong men are trembling. What's more, they began to run back. There is no will to fight at all. On the battlefield, they are afraid that soldiers will escape. Once they spread, they will be defeated like mountains.

Wei Yan, with sharp eyes, walked up quickly and cut down several people who took the lead in fleeing with a few knives. Looking around, he angrily said, "This is the end of the deserters. From now on, run away one by one and never show mercy."

Those soldiers looked at Wei Yan, who stared like copper bells, and looked at Zhang Lu's army swarming behind them. The helpless crowd was worth gritting their teeth and rushing back.

After the fierce battle at the head of the city for a long time, Pang Tong suddenly felt a trace of blood belonging to men. I have also been trained in swordsmanship since I was a child, and I am also a master of swordsmanship. Now how can I be a shrinking turtle on this short battlefield?

The rolling wood and stones are about to be used up. Zhang Lujun shouted unscrupulously, and the people who were originally cowardly and afraid of fighting also seemed to have been stimulated by the blood in their bones. The stones, rolling wood and lime were all used, and they were thrown away. Many people picked up the knives and guns of the dead soldiers and joined them into the hand-to-hand fight. Zhang Lujun was completely He paved a road with human life and vowed to take Mian County.

Four escalators have rushed up not far away, and there are still people climbing up behind and fighting fiercely with the defenders. Seeing the bad situation, Wei Yan danced a bloody spring and autumn knife and rushed over like a gust of wind.

Pang Tong was awakened by the screams at hand. At this time, the soldiers guarding the city were extremely short of manpower, and the gap was no longer replenished by the fresh army. Pang Tong didn't want to think about it, so he drew a sword and rushed over.

Wei Yan waved a spring and autumn knife and led Min Zhuang, who grabbed the knife and gun, to stand at the head of the city to fight against the enemy. He looked back at Pang Tong and saw that he actually picked up a gun and pounced on the Tatars. He was almost scared to death. Pang Tong is a scholar, and his body is not strong. I'm afraid an ordinary strong man can't beat him. How can he be the opponent of these murderous Zhang Lujun? He flew up with a knife and swept the shoulder of a soldier who had just hit the city, hit him down, and then chased him.

The fight between the enemy and me on the battlefield is not too fancy. It is completely the simplest and most direct chopping and assassination action, but once he got started, Pang Tong knew that it was not the same thing at all. His strength and speed could not be compared with the people who have been galloping on the battlefield all year round. A Zhang Lubing with a knife just came from a soldier He wiped it around his neck and took the opportunity to split the sword in Pang Tong's hand.

Pang Tong's regret now he understands that there is no skill in swordsmanship. Thinking about his good head, he was beheaded by this pawn. He was really unwilling.

At this time, Wei Yan arrived. He jumped into the air, stepped on a soldier's shoulder, and rose into the air by force, directly over several soldiers who were fighting.

“Dang~~”

There was a sharp sound of knife and gun collision on the wall, and Wei Yanren's knife almost formed a straight line, which abruptly missed the machete that should have been chopped on Pang Tong's head. The machete hit the ground and flashed sparks, leaving a deep scratch on the ground.

After landing, Wei Yan rolled a donkey and rolled directly in front of the soldier. The two looked at each other face to face. After a short period of sterling, the soldier waved his machete and was about to cut at Wei Yan. Wei Yan's spring and autumn knife is a long weapon, which can exert great power at a certain distance. Face to face, it is obviously not as flexible as the machete in the hands of soldiers.

At this time of crisis, Wei Yan flashed sideways, and the whole knife surface flashed close to the tip of his nose. The bright sword flashed in front of his eyes. No matter how good his mental quality is, he will only play drums in his heart. At this time, it's good not to pee his pants without being scared.

When the sword was cut to the ground again, Wei Yan did not give him any chance. He directly clasped his throat with one hand, pinched hard, and made a crisp sound, and the soldier fell straight down.

Wei Yan also breathed a sigh of relief, stepped back three steps, leaned against the beam of the tower, and gasped. After a while, sweat soaked his skirt.

From the fierce battle in the morning to the evening, Zhang Lujun, who had been fighting for three days, finally retreated. After three days of sleeplessness, the soldiers are not machines. How can they stand it? The bodies under the city piled up like mountains, and the blood stained the earth red. Under the afterglow of the sunset, it looked particularly sad.

Both sides sent tacitly sent body collection teams and began to collect the bodies of their own soldiers purposefully. Silently passed by, and sometimes, because the battle was too fierce, the soldiers of the two sides hugged each other tightly. After separating the bodies, they also sent the bodies of each other's soldiers to each other. This is very different from the hatred at war.

There is no personal feud between the soldiers. If possible, the soldiers of the two sides can sit down and be friends peacefully, but you have no choice but to do so.

The recovered bodies were sent to the long-standing fire and set on fire. This can not only prevent the outbreak of plague, but also facilitate transportation back to hometown for burial. In this era, burial is usually the main thing. There is a saying that it is safe to enter the earth, but the Ma Ge shroud, and the soldiers who fought outside are also helpless. It is said that the horse leather shroud is a kind of glory, which is not a joy in suffering. If so, who is unwilling to leave his precious life?

The soldiers at the head of the city have leaned lazily against the wall. Some have eaten dry food, and some have fallen asleep on the head of the city. It is hard to imagine how tired the three-day campaign is. After a breath of Panasonic, fatigue surged up one after another. Some soldiers even unconsciously fell asleep after eating half of the dry food in their hands. Everyone, at this moment, is enjoying the rare tranquility of this moment.

In the tower, Pang Tong and Wei Yan leaned on the chair and gasped. At this time, the soldiers outside the door ran in in panic.

Pang Unification was shocked and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" Is Zhang Lu going to attack the city again?

"Report... Military Division, Lord... Lord... Lord is here." The soldier said breathlessly.

"Lord?" Wei Yan, who had been taking a nap on the chair, suddenly got up like a chicken blood. "What are you talking about? The lord is back."

As soon as the soldier wanted to answer, Pan Feng had already come in.

"Lord." Pang Tong hurriedly got up from his chair and wanted to stand up to salute Pan Feng. Pan Feng strode directly to Pang Tong and helped him, "Shiyuan, you're welcome. You and Wen Chang have been fighting for a day, so don't be polite!" While talking, Pan Feng also looked at Wei Yan with a deep meaning. He loved and hated this unrepeatable subordinate.

Wei Yan didn't see Pan Feng's look. He smiled bitterly and said, "Lord, it's more than a day. Zhang Lu has been attacking the city day and night for three days, and he didn't retreat until tonight."

"Is Zhang Lu so crazy? Why is he?" Pan Feng said suspiciously.

"It's not a military division yet..." Wei Yangang wanted to talk about Pang Tong's previous plan, and Pang Tong interrupted him: "Lord, how was your trip to Chang'an? Miss Diao Chan has been rescued?" Pang Tong didn't want Wei Yan to say those previous things. After all, some things he didn't expect well. If he knew that Zhang Lu would be so crazy, Pang Tong would never ambush him to kill Zhang Wei. Zhang Lu's madness was beyond Pang Tong's surprise.

Pang Tong interrupted Wei Yan, and Pan Feng had a understanding smile on the corners of her mouth, so she simply didn't ask.

"I can still have unsuccessful things." Pan Feng joked and said, "When I came here, I inspected the city wall, and our casualties were not light!" There is no way to go down so hard. I don't know if Shiyuan has any way to reduce the casualties of our army? Pan Feng looked at Pang Tong with some expectation. If Pang Tong had no choice, he could only transfer the defenders of Yongcheng to fight against Zhang Lu and fight for both defeats, which was the result that Pan Feng did not want to see.

"Lord, don't worry, the mountain people have their own tricks." Pang Tong raised his eyebrows and smiled mysteriously.

"Wonderful plan?" Pan Feng asked curiously, he wanted to see what the Phoenix of the Three Kingdoms had, and he was still looking forward to Pang Tong's clever plan.

When Wei Yan heard this, he trembling all over.

"I said, military division, are you sure you can defeat Zhang Lu in one fell swoop? It's not an impulse like when I was on the wall today. If it triggers Zhang Lu's crazier revenge, it's not noisy.

Pang Tong Xiang is very confident, so he is also very proud. If someone strikes him, he will certainly not give that person a good look, but Wei Yan saved his life. And today, he was really impulsive. Pang Tong shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "General Wei, don't worry, this time I will hold the handle. Lord, shall we withdraw from Miancheng?

"Retreat?" Pan Feng exclaimed that if the real retreat is not as good as death, and if Zhang Lu withdraws, he will definitely not give up, then the original rear base Yongcheng will become the front line again. However, when he saw Pang Tong's meaningful smile, he immediately understood that Pang Tong must have something to say.

"Military division! Let's not make any bad ideas. If we are hunted down by Zhang Lu, it's better to stay in the city. The crazy Zhang Lujun who came down for a few days scared Wei Yan, the general. Zhang Lu is the heavenly master of the Wudou rice religion, and many of the soldiers in his army believe in the Wudou rice religion. Often with a few words of Zhang Lu, the soldiers in the army work hard to serve their lives. Judging from the attack of Zhang Lu's attack on the city in the past three days, if any army had been fought day and night, I'm afraid it would have been an uproar long ago.

In the era of cold weapons, spiritual power can often dominate the victory of a war, and people's subjective initiative is very important. In terms of fighting will, the new garrison in Mian County often has a big gap compared with Zhang Lu's new recruits.