Chapter 197

The sound that rang through the sky shocked the troops of northern Wu. They looked at each other one by one. I don't know what to do next. Just listen to the voice. How many people are there in the cold jade pass? It's not like the commander said that there are only a few hundred people.

A shankuo quietly swallowed his saliva, and then pointed to Zhuo Qingyan on the wall of the city with a long knife: "who are you? Give me your name. I never kill nobody."

Zhuo Qingyan gave a gentle smile. His mouth under his mask was turned down, and he only showed a pair of shrewd eyes and looked at him: "a shankuo, I've heard of your name for a long time. It's just a defeated general who was beaten by my Lord and left only a mask. How could he have the face to invade the land of Han nationality? I really don't want to go home..."

"What do you say?" Ah shankuo asked in a loud voice.

"It's a shame to be home." Zhuo Qingyan answers loudly.

There was a roar of laughter on the whole tower, and even some of the officers and soldiers of the northern Wu Dynasty burst out laughing. Fortunately, they collected quickly, or they would have to be cut down.

Ashan's rich face was black. Anyway, his beard was all over his face, and he didn't look clean. There were few pieces of skin exposed outside, and he couldn't tell what color he was.

"Boldly, my general's reputation is not something that you and others can discuss in vain. If you don't hurry down and die, I will let the general cut off your head to vent my anger." Ah shankuo cried out.

Zhuo Qingyan laughed again, pointing to him and turning back, he asked all the people: "is that how they fought in Beiwu? A war of words? " Then he turned his head and looked at a shankuo again: "the one with a long face on his beard. Are you here to be funny? Can't you talk with your brain? No one wants your life, but you must send them to the door to be chopped down. How can we say that soldiers will bear a nest? You big black bear can only bring bear soldiers. "

The roar of laughter was heard again on the wall. The angry officers and soldiers of the northern Wu Dynasty scolded him. A shankuo trembled on his horse's back, and the voice of scolding was the biggest.

Zhuo Qingyan immediately turned to Yan Li and Zhuo qingfan with a gesture. They then passed down the command in the form of whistle. The soldiers on the tower immediately squatted beside the wall and raised their shields in their hands.

It's the same everywhere in the city. Those who can get away from it have withdrawn from the predicted range, leaving a whole barracks space.

As expected, a shankuo was really angry, and immediately ordered to shoot arrows. With the dense shadows of arrows soaring into the sky, he roared at Hanyu pass. However, it was as silent as the sea of stones. Except for the sound of arrows crossing the sky, there was no sound of miserable cry.

The torrential rain of arrows lasted for a quarter of an hour. At first, a shankuo was still complacent, but later he felt that something was wrong. The opposite side was like a dead city. There was no sound. When they shot the arrow, he immediately stopped and looked at the direction of Hanyu pass.

Zhuo Qingyan looked at the stack eye, raised her eyebrows and waved her hand behind her. The whistle sounded again. Everyone moved up, put down the shield, and collected all the arrows that came in. The ammunition was enough.

A shankuo also saw the figures in the city tower flickering. It was obvious that someone was there. How could there be no movement at all? He immediately waved his hand again and cried out: "go, rush into the city and kill a single person."

The northern Wu army's "killing" voice was so loud that it rushed to the gate of Hanyu pass.

All the soldiers on the city wall have already put their arrows on their bows, so they are ready to launch their arrows as soon as the enemy enters the range. At this time, the arrows in their hands are just the ones shot in by the northern Wu Dynasty.

When the first group of cavalry rushed 20 meters away from the city gate, the horses in the front row did not know what they had stepped on. Suddenly, a row of sharp wooden rafts with a length of about 10 meters and a width of about 10 meters were erected on the ground, and they patted the cavalry face-to-face.

The sound of screams all over the place, and the formation of the forward horse team of Beiwu is in disorder, and the scene is extremely bloody.

There were also cavalry rushing in, but they were blocked by the four meter wide ditch. When the horses got there, they didn't jump at all. Instead, they all put on a sharp brake. The quick riders could still hold their bodies. If not, they were thrown into the pit directly. With the scream, they had been chained to the sharp wood under the broken firewood.

And the stopped horse with the cavalry turned back, while running, listening to them shouting: "there is a trap ahead..."

But before the end of the shout, the long arrow came and went straight through his chest. He fell down from the horse and was trampled by the horses behind him.

Zhuo Qingyan said in a serious voice: "everyone should hide behind the shield and not be allowed to show their heads. Every time an archer shoots an arrow, it is necessary to shoot one person. Don't waste ammunition and take a good shot."

"Yes All of them answered in a loud voice, hiding in the gap between the pileup and the shield, aiming at the cavalry approaching below.

Just as the troops of the northern Wu Dynasty were rushing closer and closer, they saw that they came to the front of the pit. Some infantry had already put up the long ladder above the pit, ready to jump over it.

"Rocket, let go!" Zhuo Qingyan waved the "Ling" flag.

"Whoosh, whoosh..." Dozens of rockets were accurately shot into the pit. With a loud "bang", a fierce tongue of fire erupted from the pit, and the soldiers of Beiwu who had already rushed up the long ladder were directly rolled into the pit.Because there was tung oil in the fire, the sparks splashed with tung oil were also stained with tung oil. All the contaminated spots were ignited, and some pieces of firewood were added on it. When tung oil was sprayed, the broken firewood stained with tung oil fire splashed everywhere, making it too late for the cavalry of Beiwu to dodge, not to mention the infantry.

It's funny to see them scurrying with their heads in their arms, fighting left and right, jumping up and down. The officers and soldiers on the tower are shouting loudly. This strong contrast is very spectacular.

Zhuo Qingyan pointed to the siege hammer that had been shown below to hit the city gate: "how can I do this? It's too big. It won't burn clean for a while and a half. "

Yan Li came forward and pointed to the attack hammer: "the national strength of the northern Wu Kingdom is not strong, and it is nomadic. He has not been very good at this kind of weapon. Did you see the joint, it was bound with coarse hemp rope, and it didn't have a long memory. It seems that it has not been changed."

Zhuo Qing Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that general Yan's archery is excellent. You can walk through the Yang with every step. Let's all open our eyes."

"It's hard to say. I'll tell you what a shot is." Yan Li is not polite. He takes the bow and arrow from one side of the soldier's hand and pulls the string with a bow. He points the ground under his feet and jumps up high. He shoots the burning arrow at the rope connection of the chariot of the siege hammer.