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Chapter 365 Assassination of Scroll C
"The soldiers of the Qi family will not come this way, if they want to leave, they will only run to the north. These are all Han people, Liu Baichuan and Liu Dongyang." He Zhisheng gritted his teeth and said: "The left wing belongs to Liu Dongyang, and the right wing belongs to Liu Baichuan of."

"Liu Dongyang is here too?" Feng Ziying was taken aback. Among the leaders of the rebel army, apart from Qianbai, Liu Dongyang was the only one. But it is Liu Dongyang who really plays a key role in it.

"It looks like we haven't arrived yet. It should be Liu Baichuan who is in charge here. You can see that under that banner, it may be Liu Baichuan." He Zhisheng was a little miserable, "Dalang, I'm afraid we can't stand it anymore. The strength of Liu Dongyang and Liu Baichuan They are all the elite of the rebel army, much stronger than the troops of Tu Wenxiu and Xu Chao."

"They only have 8000 people. As long as they can withstand two or three rounds of attacks, there is hope to defend them." Feng Ziying did not expect this guy to become pessimistic so early, and she was also a little anxious. It depends on this kind of general.

"The matter has come to this, I'm afraid there is only one fight." He Zhisheng's eyes moved down the city wall, shaking his head, "Dalang, it's not that I destroy my ambition to increase the enemy's prestige, eight thousand elites, we only have less than 3000 people, even if we can We can survive today, but we can’t survive tomorrow, this is still the case that the rebel army will not have follow-up troops to follow, Liu Dongyang has not arrived yet, if he arrives, the rebel army must exceed ten thousand!"

"I have asked Mr. Zhang to temporarily put down the inspection of the city, and asked him to go to the city and gather all the people who can fight. It seems that there are many big gentry and wealthy merchants in Ganzhou City. The guards and servants of each family, At least we can gather three or five hundred people who can fight,..."

"It's not very useful. It's okay for this kind of people to play small fights and show off their prestige. When they really go into battle, they will collapse faster than anyone else when they see blood." For this kind of guards who have never experienced battles, He Zhisheng Very clear about virtue, with a disdainful face, he shook his head again and again, "Hey, forget it, it's fine if you can pull it to make up the number, let's talk to your liking."

Feng Ziying knew that she was not good at this kind of warfare, and how to fight it would depend on people like He Zhisheng, but what He Zhisheng said was indeed reasonable. If there were no other variables involved, it would be a matter of time before the city of Ganzhou was destroyed.

Now the people in the city are in a state of panic, Ma Xia's escape has not yet spread, once everyone in the city knows that the guarding general has fled, the situation may deteriorate further.

And this news may not be hidden for long.

The city wall of Ganzhou is not very high. Because of the special geographical environment and climate, it is basically earth walls, only some areas are surrounded by brick walls, and the south gate is the lowest due to its terrain, and it has also become the rebels' choice to break through. place.

Seeing that the siege ladders slowly began to gather, He Zhisheng had no time to pay attention to Feng Ziying and began to give orders.

There are three Weiyuan cannons in each of the four gates of Ganzhou City. In fact, they should be regarded as imitation Fran cannons. At first glance, people can't help but want to hide aside, or they will explode.

The archers were in position early, but the mace and the rolling wood and rocks were still ready.

The main force of the defense is the more than 1000 high-level soldiers brought by He Zhisheng. Obviously, He Zhisheng believes in the soldiers he has trained himself.

As a guerrilla general with 1000 troops, only these [-] people can be brought out from the high platform. Except for empty pay, the rest are old and weak soldiers, unusable.

Accompanied by the sound of war drums under the city, the rebel soldiers, densely packed like ants and insects, finally began to trot, shouting, screaming, holding up shields, knives and guns, and carrying ladders, rushing forward.

This is the seventeenth century, but here, it is still an era dominated by cold weapon warfare. Perhaps the loud noise of the three-eyed gun can tell that this is already the seventeenth century.

The archers immediately covered an area within [-] feet below the city. The number was too small and sparse to cause much hindrance to the charging rebels. Once the ladder was attached to the city wall, the truly cruel offensive and defensive The war has entered a substantive stage.

It was the first time that Feng Ziying witnessed the cold weapon war of this era.

As expected, the three Franco cannons were completely dumb after making a few loud noises, one of them exploded and killed four operating soldiers on the spot, and the other two guns died after a few rounds of spraying. It is difficult to maintain because of the gunpowder.

The barrel that would overheat after a few rounds of firing and the bulky body that was difficult to move directly caused this kind of thing to be more of a decoration, and even the soldiers who operated it didn't really regard this thing as a useful thing.

Dozens of ladders were finally successfully attached to the city wall, and the red-eyed soldiers who climbed up the ladders were constantly beheaded at the top of the city, or directly stabbed down from the top of the city in advance.

Occasionally, one or two brave soldiers would go to the city, and what awaited them would be several times their elites swarming up, shooting arrows, stabbing with knives and hacking with knives and axes, they would never give them any chance to breathe, and they would be completely wiped out On the ramparts.

This is also a multi-group culling team specially arranged by He Zhisheng.

The enemy army is far away, and there is a serious shortage of siege equipment. The possibility of rushing to the city is very small, so as long as the danger of this kind of ascension is contained, the enemy's momentum can be suppressed to a large extent.

This may be the main reason why He Zhisheng is willing to defend the city after observing the situation.

Another factor is that if, as a guerrilla general, he is unwilling to run away even after the warlord's special envoys arrive, I am afraid that unless he escapes from outside the territory, he will have to wait for his strict military laws, and he will even be implicated. Home.

I have to say that He Zhisheng's move was quite effective. In just one hour, Feng Ziying saw with her own eyes no less than a dozen people being chopped into blood gourds and thrown off the city wall right under her nose. This also directly affected the enemy. Army morale.

As a boy who is about to turn 16, or an official who has been an official for decades in his previous life, no matter what his identity is, Feng Ziying has never seen such a bloody scene happening in front of her. Looking at his nightly refusal, he felt that he really didn't have the guts to face all this so closely.

Feng Ziying doesn't know how many percent, thirty percent, or fifty percent of the martial arts skills that she has always boasted of being brave enough to fight are really going to be used in this kind of bloody fight.
The battle intensified, and seeing two rebel soldiers climbing in from the crenels of the city wall one after another, Feng Ziying couldn't bear it anymore, "Huli Ke, Chabu, go!"

Several soldiers who surrounded them were easily broken through by the opponent, and then beheaded. Feng Ziying knew that this time the rebel army might have specially selected elites to break through.

Hulike and Chabu are Yebushou who are responsible for protecting Feng Ziying.

They are not used to this kind of "bodyguard" duty of standing on the sidelines. They can't participate in the battle while watching the killing sounds in a few feet around them.

Feng Zuo specifically told the two that no matter what happened, their only duty was to protect Feng Ziying, and if the situation went wrong, they would directly protect Feng Ziying and leave.

At this time, under Feng Ziying's order, the two of them flew forward after a moment of hesitation. Their fierce saber skills and tricky angles forced the two of them back to the crenel of the city wall in just a few seconds. The archers who came after them shot intensively and directly killed the two of them on the spot.

With his blood racing, Feng Ziying couldn't help but want to join the battle group. After such impassioned, the story of the bloody battle at the top of Ganzhou City is undoubtedly the dream that every man longs for.

While imagining freely, Feng Ziying saw that Huli Ke, who was several meters away, suddenly showed panic and fury on his face, "Be careful!"

Subconsciously turned to one side, the narrow-edged knife in his hand suddenly raised a block, and the fierce knife directly knocked the narrow-edged knife in Feng Ziying's hand to the ground, and the sharp and cold blade almost brushed against Feng Ziying's shoulder.

Feng Ziying didn't have time to think about it, so she made an [-] roll on the spot, dodging the second knife that followed, and the blade hit the ground, straight into the three-pointer, sparks splashed!
Seeing a black shadow approaching in front of her, Feng Ziying didn't have time to think about it, she turned slightly and clasped her hand lightly.

"Bang!" There was a puff of smoke, and the man flying in the air showed a look of surprise and pain on his face. A bloody arrow shot up from his neck, and his body fell to the ground. After struggling for a while, he fell limp. land.

"The traitor seeks death!"

The other guy who was following him was intercepted in the air by another figure who had just arrived and jumped up from the approach path. The swords intersected, sparks splashed, and a blue sword shadow passed by. The guy dressed in an ordinary porter The guy fell to the ground and clutched his neck, staring at the young man in a scholar's light robe before him, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Hulik and Chabu, who were in a panic, arrived. Seeing the young man with a sword in his hand, they quickly put on a posture of attacking and defending, and protected Feng Ziying behind them.

At this time, Zhang Jin's figure also appeared, with a group of men in ragged clothes, probably the guards recruited from the big households in the city.

"What did you use just now? Is it a firecracker?" The young man in front of him, Lang Ying, looked at Feng Ziying in surprise, "Why didn't I see you light the matchlock? And it was so fast?"

Feng Ziying knew that it was the young man in front of her who saved her life, otherwise it would be difficult to avoid the subsequent assassin's blow.

Signaling Hulik and Chabu not to be nervous, Feng Ziying smiled: "Thank you for saving your life, this is a self-generating firecracker, and there is no need to light the match."

"You don't need a matchlock? Then what kind of percussion do you use?" The young man was obviously very interested, and he took a step forward, but there was a slight ripple on his chest.

Feng Ziying was a little surprised, and after another observation, this handsome young man with a bit of charm is not very old, but he obviously has foreign blood, and his slightly sunken eye sockets are slightly higher than those of the Han people. Coupled with the slightly gray pupils, it undoubtedly does not indicate that this child, no, the lack of Adam's apple and chest features proves that this girl has foreign blood.

(End of this chapter)