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Chapter 208 Breakthrough

Luo Rucai was known as Cao Cao in the late Ming Dynasty. He was cunning and resourceful and capricious. He and Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were the three most powerful peasant soldiers in the late Ming Dynasty. But unlike the other two who were good at fighting, his advantage was not in offense, but in knowing how to defend. Moreover, he was very loyal, especially at recruiting soldiers and joining other peasant army leaders to fight together, and paying attention to obtaining the greatest results with the smallest losses. Rather than saying that he was a rebel, he was more like a businessman.

At present, this situation where there are no reinforcements outside and are completely besieged by the government army, leading his troops to break through is not his strength, but since he is known as Cao Cao, how could he be an ordinary person? Without any temptation in his first round of attack, he directly invested his five thousand elite soldiers and the three thousand soldiers under Liu Jinzhong's tent, intending to break the defense line of the government army in one fell swoop. Their initial progress was also very smooth, and they broke through the first defense line set up by the government army within less than an hour.

Although the five hundred officers on the first line of defense caused nearly a thousand losses to them, more than half of them were injured and killed. In the end, only a hundred soldiers were left, and they retreated to the second line of defense. Yang Sichang did not expect that the peasant army would be so cruel and desperate. He was anxious and came to the second line of defense in person to watch the battle.

Yang Sichang stood on a high place, hunched over, trying his best to see the battle situation ahead. The peasant army attacked rapidly, with bows and arrows flying back and forth in the narrow valleys like locusts. Some shot the soldiers, accompanied by a shrill scream, and some fell to the ground. Some shot the rocks on both sides of the valley, splashing a ball of sparks, and cutting a piece of stone grains.

The sword light flashed and hissed sound shook the sky. Both sides fought back and forth with the stone pile as a line. On several occasions, the peasant army rushed to the stone pile, but was soon driven away by Cao Zhiyao's troops. The corpses were covered with blood, and the ground was stained with blood. The ice surface formed by Zhou Xian's initial splashing water had long been melted by hot blood, and the air was so dull that people could not breathe.

With a "bang", the crossbow arrows in the distance were fired. Zhou Xianyin was quick and quick, and he was involuntarily quick to get out of the gun. The tip of the gun touched the crossbow arrow slightly, and the crossbow arrows were biased due to the force and inserted directly into Yang Sichang's left two feet away. The stirred soil particles directly hit the hem of his lower clothes, carrying a cloud of dust.

Yang Sichang's face looked ugly and a little panicked. Several personal soldiers rushed forward and used their bodies as shields to protect him tightly. Zhou Xian's face changed slightly and bowed, "Sir, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I think you'd better go down first! This is not the place you should stay."

Although Yang Sichang was the commander, he was in command most of the time, and rarely went deep into the front line in person. At this moment, he saw both sides fighting back and forth, and flesh and blood flying in front of him, and he felt very uncomfortable. In addition, with the attack of crossbow arrows, he deeply felt the danger. At this moment, he heard Zhou Xian say that, but he didn't insist. He nodded and walked down.

When Yang Chengzu saw that the first crossbow was not hit and was about to take the second arrow, he saw that Yang Sichang had already descended to the hillside under the guard of the soldiers and was about to disappear. He slapped his thighs in anger and said hatefully: "Grandma's turtle, you're escaping quickly. If you don't wait, push all the derricks up to me and cooperate with Liu Jinzhong to attack the opponent's wall with all his strength."

A "creaking" sounded, and three strange derricks came to me not far away. They were said to be strange because they did not look like the kind of derricks in the traditional sense, but more like a siege car.

The derrick is about three meters high, with two rows of wooden wheels on the side. The whole is divided into two upper and lower layers. At the top is a square platform full of peasant soldiers holding bows and arrows. On the bottom, there are dozens of soldiers shouting and pushing the well railing. On the front side of the well railing, a thick layer of wooden boards is nailed to defend against the feather arrows of the official army.

The derrick is three meters high, while the wall is only about two meters high. The archers of the peasant army have a height advantage. Although they are not many, they can slightly suppress the official army that is standing on the wall. In an instant, dozens of official troops were shot by the archers above and screamed.

Cao Zhiyao was anxious and angry, and shouted loudly: "The shield blocked the front for me, and all the archers used rockets to destroy the three well railings for me." As he said that, he waved his sword and cut off a thief who had just climbed onto the wall through the ladder, his eyes full of sharpness.

The feather arrows hit the wooden boards and made a "bang" sound. The flames ignited the wooden boards and thick smoke filled the valleys. But if these flames burned all the well railings, I am afraid that the peasant army would push them to the side of the wall before. Then they would jump down and they could kill the wall.

Liu Jinzhong held a steel knife in his hand, hoarsely, commanding his soldiers to rush upwards over and over again. There was a powerful general under him who was shot in his eyes because of his previous battle. He was known as a one-eyed tiger in the army, and was extremely powerful. At this moment, he held a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and rushed on the cloud ladder. As soon as he reached the wall, he waved his sword and chopped the two shield-holding officers and soldiers to the ground. Then he jumped up, rushed left and right, unstoppable, opening a small space beside the wall. Several peasant troops followed him and continued to gradually expand the idle with him.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Cao Zhiyao was slightly anxious and cut over a peasant army beside him with a knife. He shouted to the side, "You guys follow me." He called out his personal guard.

The one-eyed tiger was killing all directions, but suddenly saw a knife slashing from the side. His face changed slightly, and he quickly used the knife to block it. With a "bang", the fire splashed everywhere, and his arm suddenly numb. "Huo, what a lot of strength."

"Hehe, the big one is still behind! Today, I will send you to see the King of Hell." The sword light flashed, and Cao Zhiyao's long swords came out one after another, and he slashed towards the One-Eyed Tiger Sword Mountain without any skill. The edge of the knife began to roll upwards, and he simply regarded the long sword in his hand as a giant axe.

After blocking nearly thirty times, the one-eyed tiger felt timid in his heart. He really didn't know why the thin Cao Zhiyao had such great strength and such good endurance. And inspired by Cao Zhiyao, the surrounding officials and soldiers either used swords or guns to clear the peasant army on it one after another.

Seeing that all the companions around him were basically wiped out, he also retreated to the wall. He struggled to block Cao Zhiyao's slash again, and his arms were almost completely numb at this moment. He glanced at the bottom of the wall and jumped down suddenly, trying to escape from it.

Cao Zhiyao laughed and hurriedly followed. He swung his right hand suddenly, and the long sword weighing more than ten pounds in his hand was thrown out as a hidden weapon.

The one-eyed tiger screamed, and the knife penetrated straight into his back. I don’t know if it was alive or dead.
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