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Peng Yue led twenty thousand men to attack the left side of the wall, while Zhang Er and Zhang Ao led the troops to attack the left side of the wall. The shield-hand was in the front to block the attack, trapping the ladders, the sabre, the axe, and the spear hand in the middle.

With a wave of Xiahou Ying's banner, five thousand archers lined up in front of the formation and shot their arrows at the city walls. The arrows shot out in unison like locusts as they covered the sky with their arrows, enveloping the entire sky above Hangu Pass.

Han Xin waved his banner as well. Zhongli Mei led his troops to the left side and Pu Jie led his troops to the right. Teng Yan and Jing Lei accompanied the main marshal to guard the central city gate tower.

At the same time, a few rows of archers started to wildly shoot at the allied forces outside the pass. In that moment, the two sides's long ranged attacks had already clashed with each other.

As the walls of the fortress were too high, much thicker than the walls of the Central Plains, and the climbing of the ladders was also difficult to climb, the Allied soldiers continued to attack the fortress, shooting arrows and stones, rolling logs and burning oil, powdered stone and poisonous smoke.

The more people there were, the more imposing they would become. The area for attacking the city was limited, the ladders were limited, the space for attacking was also limited, and it was useless for over a hundred thousand people to rush to the bottom of the city together. Only when they were shot and killed by the city guards would they be able to hit a few people.

Usually, smart generals would attack in separate waves, one after the other, and the most important thing was to avoid being used as cannon fodder. Waves after waves of fierce fighting were constantly going on, and the warriors behind the formation could still rest and rest.

There were less than ten thousand soldiers on the defensive wall, and the city guards were being replaced by groups and groups of soldiers. The battle cries shook the sky and the earth, and arrows were being shot out in all directions.

"Kill!" The soldiers who were climbing the stairs had a single saber hanging from their waists, a shield in one hand, and a ladder in the other. They used their shields to fend off the rocks and rolling logs that had been smashed down on them, and some of them could not hold on any longer, and fell down, or were crippled if they did not die.

The archers on the city wall saw that many of the enemy soldiers were using shields to block the rocks in front of them, and as they slowly approached the city, they could not help but shoot a few arrows from the side. The soldiers who were climbing the stairs were caught off guard and fell down, dying on the spot.

But the Allies had no shortage of men. A thousand of them had died, and ten thousand more had rushed up, making the garrison at the top of the city very busy. The moment they were careless, they were pierced by arrows fired from outside the fortress.

"Charge! Quickly charge!" Peng Yue brandished his spear and sat on his command, seeing many of his men killed by arrows or smashed by stones and wood, he was enraged. However, he still couldn't climb up to the top of the city wall to injure the enemy, so he shouted, "Archers, shoot them! Quick!"

Zhongli Mei shouted from the top of the city wall, "Smash them down mercilessly, don't let the Allies climb up the city walls. "Are you all done yet? Hurry up and scald this bunch of bastards to death."

He had gone through hundreds of battles, so he was clear that the key to defending the city wall was not to let the enemy climb up. At the moment, the enemy troops were on top of the wall like fat nailed to a board, and once they swarmed over, the city would be small in size, they would have to fight the enemy, and they would have to stop the enemy below.

Zhongli Mei commanded his subordinates to quickly counterattack, and before the enemy forces even reached the city walls, they killed them without restraint. Each fresh life was turned into sinister and terrifying corpses in their hands, and war was still cruel.

Xiahou Ying saw that the battle was intense, the two sides were fighting, which side retreated first, the situation was dire, with one wave of the order flag, he shouted: "Tian Du, follow my orders, lead 10,000 troops to attack from the front, slam the city gate shut."

"Understood!" Tian Du shouted, holding a long blade and commanding ten thousand Qi Jun to attack from the front.

The first five rows of shield-hand raised their shields to cover the formation behind them, with iron crossbow hands to counterattack, they moved closer with large strides. The Armour s released clanging sounds as they moved in an orderly manner, reducing the number of casualties in the chaotic attack.

"Heh heh …" "Heh heh …" Dozens of soldiers of the Qi Jun were holding onto the long logs of the chariot, using their strength repeatedly and rhythmically.

"Bang …" Bang … "Bang!" The sound of each collision was unusually dull, and the stone foam and dust fell from the doors at the four corners of the city gate and from the top.

The guard in the city had also crowded on the inside of the gate to prevent the enemy soldiers from breaking through it. The soldiers standing on the innermost part of the city leaned against the stone door and shook it repeatedly, causing fresh blood to spurt out from their damaged organs.

Seeing that the city gates were not able to hold on for long, one of the guards, a Academy Officer official, summoned his soldiers to support the city gates from behind with a few long trees. This way, he would be able to withstand the enemy's striking power and would not be able to do anything to anyone for a while.

Long ladders stood high up on the city walls, and the Allies climbed and fell, fell and climbed, dead and wounded, and in less than an hour piles of bodies were piled up beneath the city, their blood flowing in rivers into the sand.

With Xiahou Ying in the back, he had already sent out 50,000 men to attack the city, but had suffered heavy casualties, at least 5000 of them were lost, while the Chu Army only lost a few hundred, most of them were shot with bows and arrows. They were not like the soldiers who were ambushed by the Allies, where there were archers, people who had been shot dead by arrows, people who had lost their footing, people who had died from stones and wood, people who were scalded to death by hot oil, people who had died from blades and axes, people who had died from stabbing spears and so on.

Xiahou Ying really could not stand to watch. Waving the order, he said: "Han Bo listen to the order, lead fifteen thousand men and split them into three sides to advance, left, center, right, and far right. The main goal is to shoot arrows, do not let the defending Chu Army have the chance to show her face."

"Understood!" Han Bo counted fifteen thousand men and divided them into three groups of five thousand men. When the battle reached the city walls, they spread out and lined up into several rows, shooting arrows at the city walls. At the moment, not only were arrows released at the city center from the rear, but many Chu Army s had already been shot like hedgehogs by the arrows.

The Chu Army's defense was slightly weakened, so the Allied Soldiers got the chance to climb up the slanted ladder again.

"Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters …."

Finally, someone climbed onto the city walls and slashed at two of the chuantal apoplexy s. However, he was pierced by a dozen or so spear hand s and fell off the city wall, becoming a meat patty on the ground. Someone had already died a long time ago.

Soon after, over a hundred Allied soldiers were fighting with Chu Army at the top of the city walls, but they were quickly killed by thunder techniques used by the guards who replaced them. At this time, Chu Army was also fearless enough to lift huge rocks and smash towards the cloud ladder, but they themselves were shot into holes, risking their lives to stop the Allies from climbing.

Many of the Chu Bing s knew that it would work, so they stood up to defend and throw stones at Yue Yang. Some of them knew that they would definitely die, so they simply jumped down from the city walls, while others stayed in the air to protect their enemies.

Facing the Chu Army elite who did not fear death, the Allied soldiers started to panic. Their climbing speed and attacking aura had clearly decreased a lot. If it wasn't for the army at the back and the generals leading the way, they might have already run for their lives.

"This is the difference between elite and dispersed soldiers!" If only my Pengcheng Allied Army's Armoured Cavalry was here, I would be able to fight against the Chu Bing head on! " Xiahou Ying was watching the battle from the back. There were not many soldiers and elites, but the opposite was happening now. He had personally led 80,000 members of the army to attack Heaven's Perils and had suffered heavy casualties.

However, before leaving, the lord told him that he could only retreat after two hours. Although he had suffered heavy casualties, it was not the time for him to retreat. He just let him die.

"Dong, dong, dong …" Beneath the city, fifty thousand men in brightly colored armor pounced on the city, and as a batch of them fell, the corpses at their feet became unbearable to look at. There were those with missing limbs, those with brain matter that burst out, and a pile of their intestines flowing out. The cruelty of war was so cruel that if one did not experience it personally, it would be hard to imagine its ruthlessness.

This was also the first time Han Xin commanded his army to defend the city in a fierce battle, seeing the tragic scene of him dying, he heaved a sigh of relief. As a general, everything he had done was destined to become a debt of blood that could not be solved.

He did his best to control his agitated emotions and suppress his surging emotions. He shouted to the sky, "Kill … "Ahh …" This lifetime of shouting had laid the status and foundation of the future generation's War God, Han Xin.