So Liu Feng raised his head and said with a smile. Just watch the entertainment embarrassing pictures.
"Promise." Upon hearing this, Wei Yan and Cheng Yi ignited hope and fighting spirit in their hearts. They all agreed, and then led everyone back to the camp.
After fighting for two hours, the soldiers not only suffered many casualties, but were also exhausted. It was time to rest.
Liu Feng looked at Wei Yan with a smile, and Cheng and Yi rekindled the flames of war and left. Immediately, they turned their attention to the battlefield. Following Dong Gai and Wang Ping, the two generals entered the fight.
Suddenly, the momentum was different again. First of all, it was fierce. Although Wei Yan and Cheng Yi's soldiers were brave, they were very tired after attacking for two consecutive hours and were actually going downhill.[
As for the soldiers under Dong Gai and Wang Ping, they were first edified by the spirit of the battlefield, their blood burned with the sound of majestic drums, and then they recharged their energy. At this moment, they seemed to be strong and powerful, bursting out of the cage.
Moreover, the king's general's personal soldiers under Dong Gai's tent are even different. They are not only majestic, but also famous and famous throughout the world.
Attacking the city with iron armor is a sign that the king's general has personal soldiers. This is a huge boost to one's own morale, but for the Wei army, it is an extremely oppressive thing.
For Wei Yan and Cheng Yi, the two armies retreated. Zhong Yao, Sima Yi and the Wei soldiers on the city were slightly relieved. However, after Wei Yan and Cheng Yi retreated, the king's general's personal soldiers became even more fierce.
Go into battle.
It's like a huge stone is stuck in my heart, making it hard to breathe and making my chest feel tight.
Although their chests were tight, Zhong Yao, Sima Yi and the Wei soldiers did not have much time to deal with the depression in their chests, because the Han army came up again.
"Kill." With a roar of killing that seemed to be flowing freely, the king's general's personal soldiers, as well as the elite soldiers under Wang Ping's tent, stepped forward and played the prelude to the attack on the city.
It seems to be a majestic force that can bully all directions.
"Dong dong dong."
"Kill, kill, kill."
"Da da da."
The sound of beating drums, shouting and shouting, and the sound of footsteps were all heard together. The offensives of Dong Gai and Wang Ping brought the momentum of the Han army to a higher level, as if they were attacking one after another.
Seeing the momentum of the Han army, Zhong Yao's face turned bitter, and then he suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist.
With a "clang" sound, the long sword came out of the body, and the sharp blade shone in the sun. Zhong Yao held the sword to the east, gritted his teeth and roared: "There is no way to retreat, I can only fight and fight."
"Kill." On the city, the Wei soldiers became slightly more excited after hearing this, and they roared together to compete with the Han army.
"Swish swish."
"Kill, kill, kill."
"Bang bang bang."
Not long after, the two sides started fighting together. For a while, the sound of arrows piercing the air, the roar of killing, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard continuously, forming the sound of the killing of warriors and warriors.[
With the Han army's offensive, although Zhong Yao and Sima Yi occupied the city of Chang'an, they could only barely resist it. Not only that, with the rapid and violent offensive, Sima Yi had to constantly mobilize the spare cities in the city for defense.
Zhong Yao and Sima Yi knew that if this continued, the soldiers in the city would be exhausted sooner or later, but they had to do this because if they did not send soldiers, they were afraid that the city would be captured immediately.
This is immediate death or continued death. This is the principle of drinking poison to quench thirst.
Zhong Yao and Sima Yi were no longer confident and optimistic, but helpless, pessimistic, and desperate. Their hearts were shrouded in questions about why the Han army was so fierce.