Chasing King

When Yan Sikong and Liang Huiyong arrived at the city tower, they were shocked by the army that couldn't see the end.

Twenty one years ago, they stood on the same tower, facing the same enemy, vowing to protect the same land. Is this reincarnation? Otherwise, why are these bloody tragedies always repeated?

Yan Sikong clearly remembers his fear when he first looked at the pressure of the army. His legs softened with fear. Yuan Mao held his shoulder with a strong hand and told him in a thick voice that people can be afraid, but they can't shrink back.

So yuan Mao led a few soldiers to the lonely city, retreated three hundred thousand troops of zhuoletai, and never retreated even though he was in the middle of a stream of arrows.

Today's zhuoletai has brought more soldiers and fury of revenge. Guangning is already a strong city. They were able to defend Guangning in those days, and today, they will not let barbarians invade their people!

For this day, we and the enemy have made full preparations.

Liang Huiyong said in a deep voice: "it's a matter of survival. I believe that the spirit of general yuan will protect Guangning and Liaodong."

Yan Sikong looked up at the sky and murmured, "Dad, we can't help but guard the city and make an end with zhuoletai, end the century's suffering of Liaodong people and bless us..." Also bless Feng Ye to survive this disaster.

At this time, a golden soldier drove out of the array and rushed to the Bank of the moat. He yelled to the upper floor of the city, "I, the great golden emperor, have orders. If I don't, I will kill you all over the city!"

Yan Sikong looked down at the messenger with a cold face: "this soldier is arrogant and arrogant. It seems that Zhuo Letai has become a bamboo in his chest."

Xu Feng scolded: "I'm a barbarian. I dare to be emperor. I'm bah!"

The messenger laughed: "all babies can be called emperors. You Han people are a joke."

Liang Huiyong cheered: "shoot the arrow."

Several arrows were fired at the same time, and the people under the city were immediately tied into hedgehogs.

The Jin soldiers beat the drum of attack, and Guangning city is not outdone. The sound of beating the drum shakes people's mind.

Yan Sikong looked at the three "Gables" built by his supervisor and pointed directly at the army of zhuoletai like three sharp swords. His chest was boiling, his blood was boiling, and his fists were clenched.

Come on, this time, I'll tear you to pieces!

Zhuoletai brought at least 150000 troops. Apart from the 20000 people who lost in attacking the camp and pursuing the closed field, the remaining camp was left behind. He suffered from the stolen camp and had to retreat. This time, he will not take it lightly.

There are only 70000 people in Guangning.

But their morale is high. Guangning used to block the 100000 troops of zhuoletai with a small reserve city and thousands of troops. Today, Guangning has a high city, a moat and 70000 troops. Why can't they retreat? This is why they try every means to lure zhuoletai to attack the city.

Under this city, they will severely consume the army of drollette and his desire to win.

In early spring, the weather is still very cold. In order to protect the river from freezing, the river was drained as early as before winter, leaving only a deep trench as the first barrier of guangningwei. However, because the moat was dug later, the geographical conditions were limited and it was less than four feet wide.

On the top of the city, the archers and artillery were in full readiness, while the others watched the army approaching, wondering how he would get through the moat.

Ladder? Cut filling? Sticky method? The Jin people couldn't make exquisite machinery. The trench filling vehicles needed for the sticky Han method were complicated in craft, huge in size, and difficult to carry, so even they rarely used them. There was no water in the moat, and the floating bridge couldn't be used. So did they use the ladder or manpower to fill the trench?

Erecting a ladder on the moat is to give them countless live targets. What will eventually fill the moat is actually the bones of the soldiers. Since ancient times, this method of filling the moat is not uncommon. Although it is cruel, it is fast and effective.

The more common method is to carry sand and fill the trench. Soldiers push the armored toad cart to the trench one by one. This method can reduce casualties, but it can't be completed in ten days and a half months.

Yan Sikong guessed that zhuoletai had collected so much ice from Huangshui that he would probably fill the trench with ice.

They saw the enemy's array split in the middle and the middle army marching forward in unison.

On the top of the tower, they took a breath in surprise.

Yan Sikong only guessed half right. Jin Bing did push a toad cart to fill the trench. But what was in the cart was neither sand nor ice. Instead, it was pieces of tawny, puffed things, about the size of a person, with light on the surface and hollow inside. They were tied up in groups of seven or eight with ropes and laid across the toad cart. It must be very light.

What is this?!

Yan Sikong and Liang Huiyong look at each other at a loss.

The golden soldiers held shields and covered the toad cart tightly to protect the things on the cart. Thousands of golden soldiers pushed the cart close to the moat.

Liang Huiyong was frightened and asked: "Sikong, you are well-informed, even you don't know?"Yan Sikong frowned and said, "I'll have a look when I get close." The road and books he has gone through in his life are beyond anyone's imagination. It must be rare in the world, but he can't recognize what it is for a moment.

The unknown is frightening. Even if the soldiers don't say it, Yan Sikong can feel the subtle changes of the momentum around him.

Liang Huiyong roared: "archer."

All the archers were full of bows. At the moment when Jin Bing entered the range, Liang Huiyong yelled: "let go -"

the rain of arrows fell from the sky.

Twenty one years later, zhuoletai and Guangning went to war again.

Most of the flying arrows were nailed to the shield, and the rest penetrated the flesh and blood, or inserted into the Yellow strange thing. The thing was deflated instantly and slowly shriveled.

Push to the side of the moat, Jin Bing let go of the rope, and those things fell into the moat.

Yan Si suddenly had a flash of light in her mind and cried, "it's a sheep skin fetus!"

The sheepskin tire was first used by people to swim across the river. Later, it was made into a leather boat for several people to cross the river temporarily.

To make a sheep skin fetus, you need to take a ram and peel off the whole skin from the neck without any scratch. After the wool is removed, tie its head, tail and limbs tightly, blow air to make it expand, and finally repeatedly pass the water and expose to the sun to make it tough and wear-resistant. A few sheepskin fetuses were tied firmly under the wooden strips, and then they could float on the water, becoming "leather boats".

The lambskin tire is very light, easy to transport when it is not inflated, full of air and the size of a person. It's amazing that people have invented this method for thousands of years!

Liang Huiyong also suddenly realized: "it's a sheepskin fetus. How did the Jin people think of such a wonderful method? Is it... "

"No way." Yan Sikong said coldly, "if Han Zhaoxing had such a brain, he would not have brought Liaodong disaster to this point. Zhuoletai must have had powerful counsellors to study the Central Plains culture deeply."

They tried their best to prevent the Jin soldiers from approaching the moat, but one group of them fell down and had the next group on top. The sheep's skin was light and big. A small toad cart pushed by one person could transport several of them. According to this speed, I'm afraid it would only take one day to fill the moat in front of them!

Against the gusts of cold wind, Yan Si shed a cold sweat on his vacant post.

They look down on drollette.

Twenty one years ago, zhuoletai, who was still the prince of the state of Jin, marched into Liaodong with a hundred thousand troops, and finally came back with a tragic defeat, which made them never look down upon this barbarian in their heart. Today, zhuoletai is in his prime of life. He is very old. He does not know which day the destiny will come, but he still leads the army to fight. This shows that he has a deep attachment to Guangning. How could he have been unprepared to spend such a long time hiding his talents.

Xu Feng ran to Yan Sikong: "my Lord, the speed of filling the trench is too fast. If it goes on like this, we can't wait for general Feng's reinforcements."

Yan Sikong looked at the sheepskin fetus piled up at the bottom of the ditch with a dignified face.

They estimated that zhuoletai would cross the moat, at least for several days. When they beat zhuoletai to pieces under Guangning City, the reinforcements of fengchangyue arrived just in time, cutting off their way, which would hurt zhuoletai badly.

With the current speed of filling the trench, drollette could attack the city by tomorrow at the latest, but they had to fight hard. I don't know how many casualties they would increase in these days.

Yansi sank and said, "change the rocket."

At Liang Huiyong's command, the archer replaced the rocket. However, at this time, the wind was very cold, and they were on the leeward side. The flames went out as soon as they were lit, not to mention that few of them could be saved after they were shot out.

If the moat is hit by fire, the sheep's skin will be destroyed, but the artillery will also shoot down the frozen soil and fill the moat directly, faster than the sheep's skin.

They could only watch the Jin soldiers pouring sheep's skin into the moat.

Zhuo Letai's plan was to be successful because of the favorable weather, time and location, but all of them were hit by him. The sky above them was the sky of the Han people. Why didn't this day help Guangning?

On this side of the moat, the drums hit everyone's heart. On the other side of the moat, the bodies of golden soldiers and the lambskin tires were piled up.

Yan Sikong is facing the devastated battlefield, thinking about whether there is another bloody battle in the city and in the house of Fengye - the battle with Yama.

Yan Sikong, standing on the top of the tower, feels that both advance and retreat are abyss.

The battle was fought from dawn to midnight. The Jin soldiers used corpses everywhere in exchange for Guangning's moat, which was completely filled up. The army, with the catapults, ladder cars and artillery bought from the Han people, pushed to Guangning.