The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

The most important thing is that the wolf riding camp will not give you time to aim slowly.

After several waves of arrow rain, there were only twenty or thirty people who fell from the wolf riding battalion, and the archers on the top of the city had already changed several times.

"General, what should we do?" The soldier next to him asked anxiously, lying on his knees.

"You ask me, I ask who to go!"

Mangtai, who was full of anger, was full of anger. He looked at the untiring black-armored cavalry below, and his teeth itched with hatred.

Just as Mangtai was thinking about how to deal with the Wolf Cavalry Camp, the rain of arrows on the tower disappeared without warning.

The whole battalion had [-] arrows, and the wolf cavalry battalion shot all of them.

The destructive power of 3000 people was huge. Under the cover of the fierce firepower of the Wolf Cavalry Battalion, in less than half a stick of incense, all the refusal horses blocking the road were completely destroyed.

Under the banner, Lu Bu waved his hand, and all the soldiers on the left and right came out.

At least ten thousand people were mobilized in this wave.

"kill!"

The soldiers of the Han army who had been accumulating energy for a long time held a breath of anger, and four or five people raised a long ladder and rushed forward bravely, the sound of shouting and killing shook the nine heavens.

At the same time, all 32 aerial ladders were dispatched.

woo woo woo woo woo~~~

Amidst the countless shouts of killing, the low and loud horns resounded through the sky and the earth.

Mang Tai on the top of the wall straightened up, no longer hiding, he knew what the sound of the horn meant.

Mangtai recruited a soldier and asked him to report everything that happened here to General Buhelu.

The Han army under the city gate came like a wave of ants, and the arrows rained down on the city gate.

The soldiers in front carried their shields, and under countless arrows, they used their bodies to erect solid barriers against the wind and rain for the brothers who carried the long ladder behind them.

Perhaps before this, they were not familiar with each other, and they never even exchanged the most basic greetings, but at this moment, they are the closest blood brothers.

The shield is very narrow, and its length is only one-third the size of a human body, and it cannot even cover half of the body.

To be able to survive the battlefield, in addition to strength, it is more luck from the heavens.

Thirty feet is not a long distance, but every time you rush forward a few steps, you will find that the brother who was just beside you has fallen to the ground at some point and can't get up again.

The arrows shot from the top of the city looked more like poisonous snakes breathing out cold breath.As long as you bite someone, you will no longer have the strength to move forward.

Fortunately, the obstructing refusal horse was removed, and the charging soldiers mustered all their strength, and almost rushed to the front of the trench in one breath.

The wide trench, with its bloody mouth wide open, wants to swallow everyone who wants to pass by.

The role of the long ladder is fully exerted at this moment.

Different from the cloud ladder, the long ladder is easy to make and light, and it only needs two or three people to carry it to move quickly in the battlefield.

In addition to building walls to climb the city, the biggest function of this kind of long wooden ladder is to build trenches and open up new paths for the soldiers coming from behind.

The soldiers of the Han army threw the long ladders in their hands forward, and dozens of long ladders were placed on the trench at the same time, and the ground cut off by the trench was connected together again.

Han Erlang, who was the first to step through the trench, was pierced through the head by an arrow, and his whole body stood on the spot, and he fell to the ground after a long time, his white eyes staring intently.

Pao Ze behind him passed by his side without stopping at all.

His death did not make the big man Erlang shrink back in fear, on the contrary, it triggered the blood in their hearts even more.

At this moment, everyone risked their lives, only the towering city wall in front of them, and the group of robbers and thieves who should get out of the Han territory.

The dead rest in peace on this land, and the living have to continue to charge.

This is war, very helpless and cruel, without the slightest reason at all.

After crossing the trench, the distance from the city wall was less than ten feet.

This also means that the road ahead will be more dangerous.

32 ladders are gradually approaching.

The ladder had to go over the ditch, and the long ladders alone wouldn't work, they couldn't bear the weight of the ladder, someone had to fill in the ditch.

The generals in Hanoi were unreliable, so this task fell on Song Xian. He led 800 people, each carrying a bag full of soil, and rushed towards the trench bravely.

Mangtai at the Chengguan was not deaf, let alone blind. He immediately pulled out half of his crossbowmen and concentrated their firepower on Song Xian's side to shoot.

These 800 people had no weapons, let alone shields for defense, and they were all rushing forward with a rush of enthusiasm.

With the focused fire of the archers on the top of the city, one, two, ten, twenty...

People kept falling on the way to charge.

The flying arrows pierced their chests, arms, and ribs. Even so, Han Erlang, who fell to the ground, did not give in because of this. They lay on the ground, stretched out their arms, and struggled to climb forward.

Even if you have a breath, even if you are climbing, you must climb to the end.

In the past, the champion Hou swept Mobei, and Ma Fubo pacified Jiaozhi.

This time, we can also completely deport the Xianbei people.

This is the belief of a nation, and it is also the unshakable strength of my big man!

As long as the ladder can successfully reach the city, half of the war is won.

The soldiers carrying the mudbags were convinced of this.

But when they finally rushed to the ditch, only 800 of the [-] people led by Song Xian were left. They threw the mud bags on their backs into the ditch with all their strength, but they were still far behind.

Xi Ce said that it takes 32 bags of sand to make the [-] ladders pass smoothly.

Still less than half of the number.

Song Xian made a decisive decision and ordered the 300 surviving people to go to various places to pick up those scattered mud bags.

Not long after, Hou Cheng ran back from the front, jumped into the ditch, interrupted Song Xian's movements, panting heavily.

"Didn't you charge ahead, why did you retreat?" Looking at Hou Cheng whose face was covered in blood, Song Xian couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Now at this juncture, there is no time to elaborate.

Hou Cheng wiped the blood from his face, and said directly: "Old Song, I will fill this ditch for you, you go and lead the brothers to rush."