It was noon. The barbarians finally filled several moats, thanks to their own bodies.

The barbarian army laddered on the city wall and began to attack the city. Boom...! A loud thunder sound suddenly sounded above his head. When he looked up, he saw countless rolling stones pouring down like waterfalls. The faces of the barbarian soldiers changed drastically and were smashed down one after another. The huge impact sounds, the loud sound of bones and broken heads, and the screams echoed on the battlefield. In the flying flesh and blood, the barbarian soldiers fell down one by one with the rolling stones, and the scene was extremely tragic!

The barbarian soldiers watching the battle in the distance were frightened and pale. Meng Huo held the horse's reins tightly, his eyebrows were locked into a ball, and he murmured: "Damn Han people!"

The barbarian army's life-and-death attack was finally rewarded, and someone rushed up the city wall. The barbarian soldiers watching the battle saw it from afar and couldn't help but shout. However, the excitement continued for less than a moment and turned into disappointment. The barbarian army, who finally rushed up the city wall, was either shot into a hedgehog by arrows, or was raised high and thrown off the city wall by countless spears.

It was already afternoon, and the barbarian army was very tired, the offensive was weak, but the losses were getting bigger and bigger.

Zhu Rong came to Meng Huo and reminded: "If you continue to fight, you won't have any results. You just lose your troops in vain! Retreat!"

"No! I can definitely capture the city!" Meng Huo shouted, his pitiful self-esteem was at work.

Zhu Rong frowned and wanted to persuade him again, Meng Huo had ordered another army to replace the troops who were sieging the city and continue to attack the city.

The tragic siege continued. It may not be appropriate to say that the tragic siege was a tragic siege. The barbarians, lacking siege equipment, rushed forward in waves. In the face of the powerful firepower of the Lu Bu army's powerful bows and crossbows and bed crossbows, their bravery was like moths rushing towards flames, falling down one by one, without any result!

...

It was dusk. The earth was stained with blood under the city wall, and corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood-colored horses hung on the city wall. The barbarian army suffered extremely heavy losses, but they could not see the hope of breaking the city.

Zhu Rong said coldly: "If you continue like this, your people will not be able to conquer this city even if they die!"

The stubborn Meng Huo was a little shaken, but his self-esteem made him slow to issue an order to retreat.

At this moment, the city gate suddenly opened. With the rumbling thunder, nearly a thousand iron cavalry rushed out of the city gate. The leader was wearing a three-pointed purple gold crown, carrying a Fang Tian painting halberd, wrapped in a beast-faced Tang Ni's armor, with a powerful magic, and it was Zhang Lang. Behind him were the eight hundred tiger cavalry, the man was the dragon, the horse was the tiger, and the heavy armored sharp soldiers were like a group of tigers going down the mountain.

The exhausted barbarian soldiers under the city wall were all shocked to see this scene. They were killed in the middle, and in an instant, people were like wheat falling, blood rain flew everywhere, and screams were heard. The soldiers were frightened and did not make any efforts to resist. They threw down their weapons and turned around and ran away. It was the trampling, and countless dead people were dead, and the scene was in chaos.

Meng Huo looked at this scene blankly, stunned and didn't know what to do.

The defeated soldiers crashed into the central army, and the beast army on both sides. The beast army lost control and began to bite their own people. The entire army shook and retreated backward. Eight hundred war cavalry rushed into the barbarian army, with iron hooves everywhere, and corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river,...

Night fell, and the earth outside the city was full of corpses, vultures, and jackals gathered beside the corpses to enjoy their feast.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the barbarian military camp. Today's battle was really cowardly. Not to mention the attack of more than 100,000 troops for a day without any gains, they were finally disrupted by the opponent's military formation with only 800 cavalry fighting, and countless casualties, most of them trampled on each other and died!

"Hmph! Continue attacking tomorrow! I don't believe that I can't conquer this city!" Meng Huo said fiercely.

As soon as these words were said, everyone was startled. Meng You said anxiously: "Brother, I think we should make a long-term plan! The Han army is so powerful! We are no match for the siege, and we cannot compete with them in field battles! Today, the eight hundred cavalry are invincible! I think we should retreat temporarily and make plans!"

Meng Huo shouted angrily: "How can those who do big things fear difficulties? I have decided to continue attacking tomorrow!"

The leaders and generals looked at each other in surprise. Meng You frequently winked at Zhurong beside him.

Zhu Rong glanced at Meng Huo and said seriously: "I think Meng You are right! The combat power of the Han army is much stronger than we imagined! Especially the general, a square sky painting halberd is invincible! We should retreat first and then make plans!"

Meng Huo, however, seemed to have been stimulated and shouted: "If you don't capture this city, you won't kill Lu Bu, and you won't stop the troops!"

Zhu Rong was a little angry, "You will only make your tribe pay an unbearable price, but it is impossible to capture this city! You are the king, not a child, can you do so angry?"

Meng Huo was furious, "I have decided, don't say anything more!" He waved his hand, "Get back and be ready to attack tomorrow."

Everyone looked at each other, stood up and bowed, and left the tent.

Zhu Rong walked out of the tent, looked at the city in the distance and sighed, and murmured: "That city will make Meng Huo and his tribe members shed blood! Why is he so unwise?"

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It was late at night and the barbarians who had fought fiercely for a day fell asleep. The only sound was the wounded barracks. There were wailing sounds from time to time, and corpses were carried out from time to time.

Suddenly, the beast camp panicked, and then, fire heads appeared in the beast camp, spreading rapidly into the flames of the sky, and they were very raging. The beasts were completely panicked and roared and clashed everywhere. They broke through the fence and rushed towards the barbarian camp like a tide. Screams began to sound.

Zhu Rong was awakened by the movement outside and quickly sat up. At this time, one of her female guards ran in and said in panic: "Queen, no, the beasts are crazy!" Zhu Rong was shocked and quickly grabbed his weapons and ran out of the tent. His eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and he saw the beasts rushing like a rolling tide, and people kept being caught in the terrifying wave and making terrifying screams! Zhu Rong was shocked and quickly stepped onto the war horse and led dozens of female soldiers under him to escape from the camp.
Chapter completed!