On the front line of the city, the Yan Jiajun athletes were excited and roared in unison.
The rumbling roar spread throughout the fields, causing the enemy troops attacking the city to change their expressions.
A few hundred steps away, Wen Chou, holding a gun and watching the battle, couldn't help but change his scarred face slightly, and wondered in his heart: "Brother, he has never cared about the soldiers, but now looking at this formation, his subordinates seem to be willing to fight to the death for him.
What has he experienced in the past few months to make such a big change?"
Wen Chou was surprised, and his fighting spirit seemed to be gradually dissipating.
"General Ziqin, the morale of the Yan thieves seems to be very high. The general won't back down from the battle, right?"
Guo Tu, who was supervising the battle next to him, stroked his beard and said with a somewhat sinister tone.
Wen Chou was like a man with a thorn in his back. He knew that Yuan Tan ordered him to be the vanguard to attack the city, but he had other intentions, but he had no choice but to do anything.
He secretly gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "I am in control of the world, how can I be afraid of anyone?"
Having said that, Wen Chou jumped off his horse, rushed to the drum formation, and grabbed a drummer's wooden hammer.
He rolled up his sleeves, used a pair of iron arms as round as the mouth of a bowl, and beat the drum vigorously to cheer for his soldiers.
Thousands of people under his command saw Wen Chou beating drums for them in person. Inspired by this, their morale was greatly boosted, and the shouts of killing rose up in the sky, gradually overpowering the shouts of Yan Liangjun at the top of the city.
On top of the city, the battle to take over the city has begun.
In the north corner, a Yuan Jun hook ladder was the first to set up on the battlements. This long ladder with a sickle on the top can tightly hook the city wall.
As soon as Fang took over the city, Yuan Jun, armed with swords and shields, captured the city and bravely climbed up.
Yan Liangjun, who was guarding the city, was also well prepared. Luo Shi, the size of a human head, whizzed down and knocked those Yuan Jun soldiers who were unable to dodge off the hook ladder.
Amidst the pitiful howls, an enemy with a bloody reputation fell from the city several feet high and was smashed into a pile of bloody and mangled corpses.
On the front line of the city trench, five hundred Yuan Army crossbowmen, under the cover of large shieldmen, fired at the defenders at the top of the city to suppress the defenders' counterattack.
In the dense rain of arrows, officers and soldiers of Yan's head were constantly shot in the head. Some fell to death on the top of the city, while others fell to the bottom of the city and mixed with the enemy's corpses.
Yan Liang held his sword and sat in the center of the tower, commanding the battle calmly without moving a step.
To the north, under the powerful arrow attack of Yuan Jun, seven or eight Yan Liang's soldiers were shot down one after another. The subsequent manpower was unable to replace them, and the defense here was immediately weakened.
The Yuan army attacking the city took advantage of the situation and climbed up quickly. Three or five Yuan Jun's sharp shooters and shield-hands rushed up to the top of the city.
Yan Liang saw this and shouted sternly: "Where is Zhou Cang? Quickly kill the enemies who are attacking the city on the north side!"
Zhou Cang, who was in the middle of a bloody battle, received the order and simply took off half of his armor, bare arms, and ran towards the north with a big knife in his hand.
Amidst the roar, the sword swept out like a wheel.
How could those Yuan Jun soldiers be Zhou Cang's enemies? Amidst the sound of shields shattering, several Yuan Jun soldiers who had climbed onto the city were chopped off alive.
Zhou Cang, who was furious and powerful, actually forced back the enemy who climbed the city by himself.
Then, he thrust the big knife into the ground, picked up the fork pole on the ground, and pushed the hook ladder towards the hook and ladder with the muscles of his arms swelling to the point of bursting.
Amid the roar, Zhou Cang rose up and thrust out the hooked ladder that was several feet high and had seven or eight people lying on it.
Accompanied by a burst of screams, the hook ladder swayed and fell down, with a weight of several hundred kilograms crashing down, hitting most of Yuan Jun who was on the ground and unable to dodge.
Most of those who were hit were killed on the spot, and a few were cut in half at the waist. The cuts were full of bloody flesh, which was extremely cruel.
The first round of violent attacks was blocked by Yan Liang.
In half an hour of fighting, Yuan Jun suffered hundreds of casualties. The blood actually dyed the earth-colored city wall crimson, and the corpses were piled high under the wall.
Wen Chou, who was in the military formation, saw that Wancheng was strong and Yan Liang's defenders were very tenacious, and he knew that with the current strength of the troops, it was impossible to conquer it.
Wen Chou did not want his soldiers to die in vain, so he rode his horse to Guo Tu and shouted: "Yan Liang's army has been prepared for a long time. If our army continues to attack forcefully, it will only lose our soldiers. Mr. Guo, I think we should withdraw our troops today.
Let’s take a long-term view in the future.”
"Withdraw the troops?" Guo Tu's nose turned up. "Withdrawing the troops after attacking for only half an hour, wouldn't it damage the morale of our army? General Ziqin, are you afraid of Yan Liang, or do you have other ideas?"
There is something in Guo Tu's words, but the implication is that Wen Chou is unwilling to fight vigorously.
Wen Chou's eyebrows were deeply furrowed and his chest was extremely angry, but he could only grit his teeth secretly and ordered the entire army not to retreat even one step and continue to attack forcefully.
Yuan Jun, who was frustrated in his first attack, could only muster up his morale and continue to attack Wancheng every two rounds over the corpses of his companions.
On the top of the city, Yan Liang still stood motionless like a towering iron tower. The blade in his hand shone with cold light, his red cloak caught the wind, and the big flag with the word "Yan" flying proudly above his head.
Facing the second round of Yuan Jun's strong attack, Yan Liang showed no fear and continued to command the battle calmly.
One ladder after another was overthrown, and countless enemy soldiers fell to the bottom of the city. Wood, stone, and red-hot molten iron were constantly thrown at the enemy.
In the blink of an eye, there was another bloody battle for half an hour. This time, not even one of the enemy could reach the top of the city.
At the cost of hundreds of casualties, Yan Liang successfully blocked the oncoming enemies under the city wall.
Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air and headed straight for Yan Liang.
However, Yan Liang did not move at all. When the arrow was just a few steps away, he slightly tilted his head, and his tiger palm came out like lightning.
That extremely powerful arrow was unexpectedly caught by him in the air.
Yuan Jun under the city wall was shocked to see Yan Liang catching an arrow with his bare hands.
"Bring me the bow!"
Yan Liang shouted angrily and grabbed a stiff bow from one of his subordinates.
The bow is drawn like a crescent moon, and the arrow shoots out like a shooting star.
That sharp arrow shot through the air like the smile of death.
puff!
An arrow hit the enemy soldier who fired the arrow, impartially, and hit his forehead.
Yan Liang's hundred-step magic shot inspired the Yan family's athletes on the city wall and they all cheered loudly.
The morale of Yuan's troops below the city was dampened, and they all showed fear.
Morale was rising and falling, and Yuan Jun's second round of attacks quickly sank again.
Seeing this, Wen Chou outside the city knew that it would be useless to fight any longer. He ignored Guo Tu's suspicion and ordered the entire army to retreat in the name of the general.
Seeing that the enemy troops were retreating, Zhou Cang, who was covered in blood, shouted excitedly: "General, the enemy troops have retreated, why not take the opportunity to rush out of the city and kill him without leaving a single piece of armor behind."
According to the current situation, Yan Liang could have taken advantage of the victory and pursued it.
However, Yan Liang deliberately recruited Wen Chou and did not intend to fight to the death with him, so he wanted to leave some room for Wen Chou.
Moreover, although Wen Chou withdrew his troops, his troops were in good order, apparently preparing for Yan Liang to use his troops to cover up the enemy.
Thinking of this, Yan Liang waved his hand and said: "There is no need to chase, my enemy is not Wen Ziqin. Save some energy for the showdown tonight."
So Yan Liang ordered the entire army not to pursue, but to send arrows to send off the defeated enemy.
In the afternoon, Yuan's army retreated after leaving more than 700 corpses.
The soldiers of Yuan's army who had won a bloody victory on the city wall waved their blood-stained weapons, cheered and vented their pride.
The battle started in daylight, and in the blink of an eye it was already dark.
Late at night, there was silence both inside and outside Wancheng. The two armies, which had just finished fighting, seemed to be exhausted. They rested in tacit understanding and did not harass each other again.
When the moon passed the zenith, Yan Liang came to a large house in the northeast corner of Wancheng.
This large house, which was originally a civilian residence, was requisitioned for military use shortly after Yan Liang's army captured Wancheng. About five hundred soldiers had been working here day and night for seven or eight days.
When they entered the mansion, more than two thousand infantrymen who had not participated in the battle this morning had been waiting for a long time.
Gan Ning was fully armed and stood in the center of the courtyard holding a pair of halberds, with some inexplicable excitement surging on his heroic face.
Seeing Yan Liang's arrival, Gan Ning rushed to greet him, cupped his hands and said, "General, everything is ready, just waiting for the general's order."
Yan Lianghuan glanced at his athletes and nodded slightly.
Gan Ning then turned around and waved to greet his subordinates.
Several soldiers rushed to the center of the courtyard and opened all the straw mats laid out in the center.
