More than 600 figures followed Xu Mu's shouts. They raised their swords and rushed into the battle without fear of death.
Among the Beidi people at the head of the city, there was a hurried captain, his face pale with shock, desperately allocating his men, trying to turn the tide.
However, there were not many Di people left behind, and outside the city gate, there were still 2,000 infantry archers fighting to get in first.
Another round of rockets was ambushed by Chen Sheng and others.
"Smash them to death!"
The incident happened so suddenly that it was too late to heat the oil pan. The captain of the Di people had no choice but to get close and have people take rolling logs and boulders and throw them at the city gate.
The approaching Qinglong camp archers were smashed into blooming blood flowers before they had time to retreat.
There were also flying arrows thrown down, and the rough wooden shield was pierced tightly, and many flying arrows even penetrated the wooden shield and penetrated into the chest of the shield holder.
"let!"
Under the south city gate, Si Hu held his head high, and using the cover of seven or eight crude shields, he hugged a big tree and roared towards the city gate.
Boom, boom, boom.
The entire Wangzhou City seemed to be crumbling.
The captain wanted to send more men to guard the city gate first. But when he looked up, he found that there were densely packed corpses under the city wall.
Those hundreds of Jiren, who were red-eyed for killing, regardless of casualties, armed with long knives for cutting scrolls, were about to rush to the top of the city again.
"Chen Sheng, go and open the city gate!" Xu Mu made a backhand move and stabbed three times with his long sword, smashing the chest of a Di man.
Chen Sheng nodded and rushed towards the city gate with dozens of people. Along the way, he kept clashing swords with the Di people who were blocking the way.
"Stop the Di people from going down the city wall!"
Holding his sword horizontally, Xu Mu led the remaining four hundred or so people to block the stone stairs leading to the lower city wall.
Blood spattered, and people from Di kept falling. Around Xu Mu, heroes kept falling one by one.
Chen Sheng's eyes turned red and he ran forward to avoid it. Two Di people raised their knives angrily and cut off one of his right arms. The pain caused him to lie on the ground and tremble all over.
"Open the city gate!" Chen Sheng, with one arm and a pestle, coughed blood and shouted repeatedly.
Boom, boom, boom.
Outside the city gate, Si Hu was like a furious and fierce tiger, hugging the big tree, hitting the stone skin near the iron gate, and falling to the ground with a "swish".
But even so, the iron door is still tightly closed.
When Si Hu regained his strength and was about to hit it again, he found two closed city gates. With a rumbling sound, the first opening was slowly opened.
The mouth roared louder and louder.
After they were two or three steps away, people outside the city, including Si Hu, all saw a tragic scene.
More than a dozen heroes from the Qinglong Battalion were covered in blood after being hacked by the Di people. They still hugged the edge of the door tightly with both hands and pushed it open with an angry roar.
"Kill!" Feng Qiuhu's eyes burst into tears and he took the lead in raising his knife and rushed forward.
Si Hu held the cleavage knife and followed closely.
The two thousand archers' anger was suddenly ignited. With all their strength, they stepped through the wet mud and slashed at the Di people by the iron gate.
Si Hu loosened his grip on the chopping saber and dragged it away backwards. The blade slashed through the bluestone, sparks flying out.
Pong!
The two Di people at the head were instantly cut in half by Si Hu, cut into four pieces, and fell to the ground in a pool of blood with their eyes bulging.
On the top of the city, Xu Mu gasped and looked around. He found that more than 2,000 Di defenders had been killed in pieces.
The rest also took their horses and fled in panic from the north city gate.
"Feng Qiu, lead the carriage into the city."
"The remaining people, continue to kill Di Gou!"
When the dust settled, Xu Mu didn't have many surprises. Although they almost captured Wangzhou, their losses were extremely terrible.
There were at least five to six hundred people martyred in this fight, and there were no less than ten wounds, large and small, on the bodies of others.
When Feng Qiu drove the carriage outside the city into the city again, the two iron gates in the south city were closed again with a "bang".
Click.
Tian Song took the knife and cut the neck of the last Di man who begged for mercy. Then he half-knelt on the ground, looking up in the direction of the north city gate, and burst into tears for a while.
Xu Mu walked silently and helped Tian Song up. He could understand why Tian Song was so gloomy.
The old official was sent to die at the North City Gate, but Tian Song left Wangzhou in fear of death. This round is more like a redemption.
"Brother Tian, we will capture Wangzhou!"
"Everyone! We are about to capture Wangzhou!"
Chen Jiaqiao, who was seriously injured, collapsed on the ground and laughed loudly. Chen Sheng, who had lost an arm, still wielded a long knife and straightened his chest. Si Hu and Gong Gou sat together, each letting out a cheerful and silly laugh.
The last two thousand figures stood covered in blood. When Xu Mu finished shouting, one or two of them roared loudly and kept shouting angrily.
…
Tap tap tap.
More than ten young men with letters from home returned to Tuotou Mountain and fetched their horses from Tuotou Mountain. Two of the horsemen did not bother to rest, so they immediately rushed towards Hezhou.
"Good news——"
"Good news——"
Two figures on horseback rushed into the southern city of Hezhou, raised their swords to disperse the surrounding refugees, and immediately shouted angrily.
"Good news from Wangzhou! Wangzhou City has been recovered!"
The voice was extremely loud, as if he had exhausted all his strength in his life.
Shocked, Zhao Qingyun, Liu Zhu, and the veteran Lian Yong came over one after another.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Where did you come from!" Liu Zhu drew his sword out of its sheath, but after several draws, he was too drunk to pull out the blade.
"I told you, the lost territory in Wangzhou has been recovered!" The young man's voice was cold and cold. He had seen all kinds of life and death at the border. A rotten dog and a fat general would definitely not be able to scare him.
"The hundreds of thousands of troops in Beidi had a truce before! It was we who intercepted the grain road and lifted the siege of Hezhou!"
Zhao Qingyun frowned and didn't believe it too much. If this were the case, wouldn't it mean that someone else was actually responsible for defeating Di?
"If you don't believe it, please raise a wolf smoke, General!"
Zhao Qingyun was still hesitating, but the veteran Lian Yong, without even calling him, directly sent his personal guards. In the light rain, he set the beacon tower on fire.
Not long after, a curl of light brown smoke penetrated the rain curtain and swayed high.
According to the saying in the army, one wolf smoke is a signal, two wolf smoke is a call for help, and three wolf smoke means that the enemy is knocking at the pass and is in danger.
In order to prevent mistakes in the process, special red willow catkins were added to the smoke smoke carried by Ji Zu for identification.
…
At the top of Wangzhou City, Xu Mu looked coldly at the light brown wolf smoke in the sky.
"Feng Qiu, let there be smoke!"
Feng Qiu nodded, took out the prepared wolf smoke from the baggage he carried with him, placed it in two places on the beacon tower, and quickly burned it.
Two lines of wolf smoke floated up from the top of Wangzhou City. They corresponded to the one at the top of Wangzhou City.
…
Three days later.
In the Shuixie Academy in Changyang, a dove that flew two thousand miles landed steadily on a weeping willow.
"Master, urgent report from the border!"
After coughing twice, Yuan Tao hurriedly took it and opened the envelope. After only reading for a while, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Master, what kind of good news is this?"
"The little boss has conquered Wangzhou!" Yuan Tao's extremely pale face showed a rare trace of rosiness.
"There are hundreds of thousands of Beidi troops! They are all surrounded by me, Daji, between the two cities!"
Yuan Tao clenched his fists and let out a breath of pain.
"The army in Beidi is short of food and supplies. Soon they will starve and mutiny! Their morale will be shattered!"
"Wonderful! What a wonderful little boss!"
"As long as Zhao Qingyun is not stupid, he will know at this time that he should cooperate with Wangzhou's little boss and take advantage of the Di people's weakness to go out of the city and kill them!"
"Not only is it rushing to Wangzhou's aid, it is more likely to be my most brilliant defeat of the enemy in the past century!"
The trembling in his chest was ups and downs. Yuan Tao sat down slightly, and the excitement in his eyes turned into a kind of pity.
"Gu Ying, I never thought that my little boss would choose this way."
"Master, what do you say..."
Yuan Tao raised his head and his voice became a little softer.
"If my guess is correct, after the sudden change of the Beidi army, Hu Yange, the king of Guli, will turn back with the army and attack Wangzhou again."
"Master, that is to say, the little master wants to take two thousand people to defend the attack of hundreds of thousands of troops."
"Indeed." Yuan Tao closed his eyes with difficulty, "Zhuang! Zhuang, Zhuanghuai is fierce!"
"If that bitch Zhao Qingyun misses this big event! I swear to kill him!"
"No, I want to enter the palace, start playing, and ask the Ministry of War to urge Zhao Qingyun to send out the army as soon as possible!"
Gu Ying suddenly looked shocked.
"Master, if this happens, those old foxes will seize the opportunity and want to meddle with you again!"