Dedetuo saw that Ning Jun had dug so many pits outside the city and saw that Ning Jun closed the city gate and had no intention of going to fight, he probably confirmed that there were really not many people under Chen Leng's command. Otherwise, with Ning Jun's habits, there would be no reason to only defend but not attack.

The black warriors' understanding of Ningguo warriors is probably equivalent to their understanding of madmen. If the number of Ning troops is equivalent to that of the enemy, they will exert more than three times the force of the enemy. I don't know how this momentum comes. That inexplicable confidence makes people disgusted and scared.

If the Ning army had half of the enemy's strength, the Ning army would not feel that there would be a possibility of losing. They would even attack when conditions permit, and fight a formation that was comparable to the enemy. Often, the army with half of the troops greater than the Ning people would be defeated.

This also depends on the combat effectiveness of the soldiers. If the army of small countries in the Western Regions, the South Vietnam and the Tiao Kingdom were only half the number of enemies, they would have rushed forward long ago.

When fighting against Nanyue, there were certainly no wars in the three Ning army battalions defeating nearly 30,000 troops in Nanyue.

Only when the troops are one-third or even less than the enemy's troops will choose to defend and not attack. Based on these speculations, Dedetuo confirmed that the troops under Chen Leng's command should be less than 15,000.

"Sma!"

Dedetuo shouted behind him, and his general Sima stepped forward: "Please give me orders, General."

Dedetuo pointed to Gaotang City and said, "Take your troops to attack head-on. The walls of Gaotang City are not too high. I will mobilize archers to help you suppress the Ning army on the city wall."

Sima's face looked a little ugly. Attacking the city defended by the Ning army and attacking the city defended by the Bohai people were two different things. Only the fool was willing to go to the first wave of attacking the city defense of Ning army. At this time, the Ning army soldiers did not consume any effort, whether they were fighting spirit or physical strength. He took the first batch of his headquarters up. Without thinking about it, he could think about how much the losses would be. But soldiers are soldiers, and soldiers should enforce military orders.

As the black warriors whimpered horns sounded, one by one, the square formations began to press towards Gaotang City. It seemed that the military formation was neat and the military appearance was serious. In fact, it really happened that the combat power of the black warriors was probably the Anxi people and the Bohai people. How difficult was the Ning army fighting with the black warriors in the past few hundred years? The black warriors had natural advantages and they were in better physical conditions. Now the Ning army has a psychological advantage against the black warriors, which is an advantage that has just been achieved in the past twenty years.

Xin Jigong stood on the city wall and watched the black warriors approaching the city. In fact, he was still a little nervous. He understood Chen Leng's fighting style and arrangements, but the new recruits were new recruits after all, so he was still afraid that the new recruits could not withstand the pressure given by the black warriors.

"Heavy crossbow!"

Xin Jigong shouted, and when he shouted, he realized that his voice was hoarse, but he had never shouted before.

With this roar, all the soldiers operating heavy crossbows on the city wall were soaring. There were not many heavy crossbows in Gaotang City, but Chen Leng's army carried a lot. Chen Leng has always been a greedy person. If other people's army was equipped with crossbows according to standards, if the number of people of the same size in his army was not equipped with thirty, he would feel a loss.

The entire Daning military guards and soldiers were counted in all four borders. Whoever didn't know was the sunken Leng's army was rich and rich. That guy was greedy if he could, rob him. He rob him if he could. He stole him if he could. He stole him if he could. He stole him if he could. There was a blacklist on Anyang Dock. As long as the people who were remembered, the dock would be like guarding thieves, which was even more nervous than guarding thieves. The first one on this list was Shen Leng, and the rest were his navy members.

When the people from Chang'an City Martial Arts Workshop heard that Chen Leng was coming to visit, the first thing they did was to lock all the doors of the arsenal.

In Chen Leng’s own words, what is an instrument? In life, instruments are things used to make life easier. Various tools, including meal plates and teapots, are instruments. These instruments are inseparable from them in life, knives, guns, crossbows, arrows, and other instruments are also instruments. The existence of instruments is made by people for improvement. If the instrument can save lives, the soldiers will bleed less on the battlefield, and choose between consuming instruments and consuming human lives, of course, the former is the choice.

Chen Leng's words once convinced many people, but later they said it would not work and could not deceive things, so he would occasionally skip the procedure of reasoning to the shameless step.

When the black martial army phalanx began to disperse after reaching a certain distance, their shields were not enough, and the phalanx could not form a complete shield array, so the siege still had to be dispersed. The scattered crowd seemed to have skyrocketed several times in an instant, and burst into shouts like mountains and roars and seas rushing towards Gaotang City.

"crossbow!"

Xin Jigong shouted loudly.

The crossbow on the wall began to show its might, and heavy crossbow arrows as thick as arms roared out, and the heavy crossbow flew into the crowd of black warriors. Each of them could penetrate a bloodline. The straight line was definitely not a person's life and death.

"arrow!"

Another loud shout.

The Ning army archers on the city wall began to raise the bow. With the sound of military orders, the first round of feather arrows flew into the air and threw them down, as if they were brushing in one go. There was an extra layer of white feather on the ground. Countless black warriors fell to the ground by arrows. However, compared with the number of people siege by the black warriors, the damage caused to the black warriors in the first round of ejection was not enough to make their team look thinner.

"Cum again!"

The second round of ejection was quickly released. A black warrior subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky. He saw dense black dots falling from the sky. The black dots gradually magnified in his sight. He stared at him. When the feather arrow fell towards him, he quickly moved horizontally to avoid the arrow, but the human eyes were not so strong that he could avoid all the damage. Another feather arrow shot his shoulder. He screamed in pain and subconsciously retreated, and was knocked down by the person behind him in just one step. When he fell down, he thought that he could not lie forward, otherwise the feather arrow would stab deeper, so he barely turned around and lay on the ground.

The moment he lay there, he saw that in order to avoid him, the person behind him jumped over, and his feet passed by, like a large shadow. When the person jumped over him, a larger shadow came and fell from the sky.

The black warrior lying there suddenly contracted his pupils, and one black dot after another continued to magnify in his eyes. He didn't have time to avoid it again. The feather arrow fell, one pierced into his eyes and the other fell into his throat. It seemed that luck was just that bad. Most of the blows like this caused damage without directly killing him. He was hit by three arrows, and both arrows were fatal injuries.

When the black warriors were gradually approaching the city wall, the Ningjun archers no longer shot, but shot at the position where the ladder was. The black warriors carrying the ladder fell at a much higher speed than other soldiers. After falling down, someone ran over to lift the ladder. When they fell down, someone would make up for it. War has always been like this. It would not end immediately just because one person fell down. Sometimes, even one of them admitted defeat.

The black warriors are good at fighting, whether they are fighting in plains or siege cities, they are all familiar with them, but the Ning army is not unfamiliar with them. The pits dug outside the city make the black warriors approach the city wall very slowly. They should pay attention to their feet while running, and when they pay attention to their feet, they will ignore the feather arrows in the sky.

This is an inevitable casualty. If the Ning army had attacked the city below at this moment, such casualties would have not been small.

A cloud ladder was ladder on the city wall, and four or five black warriors held the cloud ladder with all their strength. Someone was biting the scimitar in his mouth and climbing up quickly. The Ning army soldiers on the city wall pushed the cloud ladder with a long scratch hook. The people on both sides were trying their best. The cloud ladder was pushed up and turned over. The soldiers above shouted and fell down heavily.

"Gunpowder pack!"

When the black warriors under the city wall were already dense enough, Xin Jigong shouted hoarsely.

After igniting one by one, the gunpowder bags were thrown down and exploded in the crowd. When a black warrior saw that the gunpowder bags that fell beside him had not burned to his head, he had no other thoughts in his mind. He subconsciously rushed over and picked up the gunpowder bags and threw them back. Then the gunpowder bags exploded in the crowd behind him. The air waves and flames made the flesh on his face move. At that moment, his gaze seemed to slow down. He saw comrades wailing and falling down one by one. Some people were wailed through arrows, some people covered their necks and blood squeezed out from their fingers, some people had several blood holes on their bodies, and some people were ignited by the fire and their clothes rolled all over the ground.

He turned his head and looked at one person after another, mechanically, very slowly, with despair in his eyes.

Then he felt a little cold, and then he lowered his head and saw several small blood holes on his chest. The leather armor was penetrated. The coldness did not come from the weather, but from his body. He sat down slowly and gasped. He didn't know why he felt that Bohai suddenly turned into winter, as if it was white all around. It should be snow. He looked down at his wound again, and then was surprised. He saw that he had also turned white and the blood was black.

"Kill it!"

A burst of shout sounded in his ears, and his comrades held the ladder and ladder again on the city wall. It seemed that this scene had just happened not long ago, and in a short moment it was a cycle of reincarnation. The black warriors holding the scimitar in their mouths climbed up with their hands and feet, while the soldiers holding the ladder looked ferocious, because they were trying their best to suppress the ladder and not being pushed down.

However, the ladder still fell down, and the people on the ladder shouted and fell down. Isn’t this scene really repeating?

The seriously injured soldier had no time to think more. He fell down and his breathing gradually became weaker and weaker. Lying there, he could see Ning Jun soldiers on the city walls exposed one by one. At that moment, he seemed to see demons one by one, with black air emitting on his head.

A gunpowder bag fell beside him. He tried to turn his head and looked at it. Then he saw that the fuze had not burned to the end. He thought that the fuze should be cut off instead of throwing it back into the crowd of comrades. So he tried hard to turn over and try to cut off the fuse, but at this moment, he saw a ferocious companion bent down and picked up the gunpowder bag, and then threw it behind the crowd.

call

It turned out to be a repetition. Is the black warrior who just threw out the gunpowder bag himself?

He closed his eyes, fortunately he didn't have to think about it anymore and was afraid anymore.

Death.

very nice
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