At the end of Chengyi City, Zhang Yang danced his sword with both hands, knocked open a spear, and chopped the neck of the Xianbei people with force, dragging it hard.
Blood burst out, spurting Zhang Yang's face.
The Xianbei people threw away their spears, opened their arms, jumped over, trying to hold Zhang Yang and die together.
Zhang Yang kicked the Xianbei people down the city with a kick, turned around and stabbed another Xianbei people who were trying to attack.
The personal guards rushed up and drove the last few Xianbei people down the city.
A horn sounded under the city, and the Xianbei people retreated like a tide.
It was getting late and the fierce battle of the day was over.
The soldiers on the top of the city cheered. Someone rushed to the city wall and laughed at the Xianbei people loudly.
Scattered arrows shot up, but they did not work, which instead caused louder laughter from the soldiers on the city.
Zhang Yang leaned on the knife and gasped.
The fierce battles lasted for several days made him feel tremendous pressure. Both mentally and physically.
After all, he is no longer young, and the continuous hard fights make him exhausted.
He envied Gao Shun very much.
Although Gao Shun had undertaken the most difficult defensive task, he could not tell how tired he was. Most of the time, Gao Shun stood on the top of the city, motionless, exactly the same as the soldiers under his command.
In a trance, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a stern, and subconsciously turned around and reached out to grab it.
An arrow fell into his hands.
Zhang Yang turned his head and looked into the distance. Among the retreating Xianbei people at the city, a figure waved his hand, then left the Xianbei people's team and ran towards the mountains not far away.
Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at the arrow in his hand carefully.
As soon as he started the feather arrow, he felt something strange. The force on the arrow did not seem to hurt people, but to send the arrow to him.
He has seen people who can control their strength so well, but not many.
Lu Bu is counted as one, and Cao Xing beside Lu Bu is counted as one.
The back of the man just now looked very similar to Cao Xing.
A piece of silk was wrapped on the shaft of the feather arrow, with words on it. Zhang Yang untied the string and unfolded the silk, and saw the familiar handwriting.
It was news from Lu Bu.
The emperor is about to launch a counterattack, hoping that Zhang Yang and Gao Shun will be prepared and respond in time.
Zhang Yang felt relieved and immediately went to find Gao Shun.
He discussed with Gao Shun and took advantage of the night to take over the entire city defense, remove the knights, feast the soldiers, and prepare to attack.
It is naturally more convenient for cavalry to fight against the Xianbei people. However, cavalry fight hard for days and lack physical strength, so it is unlikely to support continuous combat.
The last time I was able to chase Baili and kill? I was because I had made sufficient preparations in advance, and my manpower and horsepower were abundant.
Now you start resting now and have at least one night to recover your energy.
After hearing Zhang Yang's thoughts, Gao Shun made a suggestion.
He took the initiative to attack the Xianbei camp at night, making them unable to rest.
Zhang Yang was stunned and looked at Gao Shun, not knowing what to say.
After several days of hard fighting, do you still have the energy to attack the camp?
Gao Shun said calmly that the soldiers under my command are all soldiers who are trapped in battle, and defending the city is not enough to reflect the battle, and attacking the camp is even more good.
Zhang Yang then realized that Gao Shun said that he wanted to attack the camp was not everyone, but the infantry under his command.
If Zhang Yang hadn't seen Gao Shun's army's performance in the past few days, he would have almost thought that Gao Shun had a problem with his brain.
The soldiers who are trapped in the formation and the soldiers who dare to fight are synonymous with warriors. There are a few outlaws with high martial arts skills in each camp. They are not outstanding at ordinary times, and when they are about to fight, they will rush forward.
Tear open the opponent's position.
But the soldiers in the battalion are all trapped in the battle, which is really an exaggeration.
However, thinking about Gao Shun's performance in the past few days, Zhang Yang felt that Gao Shun was not talking big, and these people were indeed called people who were trapped in the battle.
Taking the initiative to prevent the opponent from resting, but taking the time to recover your physical strength is indeed a good way.
"Then you must be careful."
Gao Shun nodded and agreed.
Zhang Yang was not stingy and sent someone to give Gao Shun some wine and meat to give him a strong morale.
The people at the time of Hai were determined. When only the sound of divine fighting was left in the Xianbei camp in the distance, Gao Shun and his subordinates quietly left the city.
Fu Luohan leaned against the stoop covered with tiger skin, looking at the shaking flames, his eyes suddenly became fierce and helpless.
After several consecutive days of fierce attacks, nearly 10,000 people were lost, but they still couldn't conquer Chengyi.
This small town is like a thorn, piercing into his flesh and can't be pulled out.
This was a result he had never expected.
Chengyi is neither a county seat nor a major city. Although he was once the garrison of the Western Commander, it was many years ago and now it is already ruined. If it weren't for the Han general Zhang Yang in the city, he would have helped Luo Han
I don't even want to take a look at this small town.
It was just such a small town, but it withstood the fierce attacks of tens of thousands of Xianbei people for several days.
Especially the southern city wall guarded by the Han general surnamed Gao was like cast of iron, which made the Xianbei people feel bloody.
Should I advance or retreat?
Fu Luohan hesitated.
By tasting grass valley, some cattle, sheep, food and grass were supplemented, and his supplies could still last for a while. If he could defeat the Han army and seize their supplies, this time it would be a good loss.
But if you lose the battle, it may be a disaster.
It consumed a huge amount of manpower and material resources, but did not plunder enough materials, which would be a huge harm to his strength.
Facing the Han army with less than 15,000 cavalry, nearly 10,000 casualties, but they were unable to win the battle, which had a huge impact on his reputation.
Even if he returns to the grassland, I don’t know how many people will regard him as an old wolf who can’t fight anymore, waiting to tear off a piece of his flesh. And how many of his subordinates will abandon him and choose a more powerful leader
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For example, my younger brother Bu Dugen.
He had no way out, so he could only muster up the courage and work hard to move forward.
Fu Luohan took a sip of wine, yelled twice, called a female slave, took off her clothes, and rushed forward.
He wants to prove that he is still a real man, and he has the strength to conquer women and grasslands.
Just as he was panting and was about to burst out, a rapid horn suddenly sounded outside.
Fu Luohan was startled and immediately withered. After a long time of reaction, he couldn't even get his clothes straightened out, so he rushed out of the tent.
"What's going on?"
The personal guards came up and their faces were pale. "Master, the Han army attacked the camp."
"Which direction does the Han army attack the camp come from? Is it Lu Bu or Ma Teng?" Fu Luohan shouted.
Before the personal guard could answer, Fu Luohan had already reacted and turned to look towards Chengyicheng.
He could hear clearly that the shouts of killing came from the north, and the enemy attacking the camp came from the city, not the Lu Bu or Ma Teng he thought.
How is this... possible?
There are only 2,000 people in the city at most. They fought hard for many days. Even if there were not much casualties, they would have almost exhausted their physical strength. How could anyone dare to attack the camp and attack the Xianbei people dozens of times that of them?
Are the Han people too frivolous, or are the Xianbei people's behaviors so embarrassing in the past few days that they have fallen to the point of being so despised by the Han people?
Fu Luohan was furious and roared fiercely, ordered people to blow the trumpet, asking the little commander in the camps on the north side to wipe out the Han people who dared to attack the camp. Whoever lets the Han people go will chop off his head.
As soon as Fu Luohan's order was heard, a hurrying alarm sound came from the camp on the north side.
The camp was broken through by the Han army, and the commanders in the camp were killed.