Several county soldiers pushed the heavy winch desperately, and the suspension bridge slowly rose up bit by bit. More people panickedly pushed out the heavy crossbow from the Tibetan soldiers' cave behind the city wall, and rushed to string the crossbow, and moved some rolling stones and pounding wood to pile it out on the city wall.

However, the enemy that was rushing towards him was too fast. Zhou Yue watched the enemy approach quickly, especially the person who ran faster than a horse, as if for demonstration. After the person's running figure, a rolling yellow dragon formed by dust continued to form and dissipate under his feet. The power of a man was like a thousand troops.

"Bound arrows, arrows, all archers, aim at that person, shoot, shoot!" he roared.

His order was issued, but the feather arrows shot out were sparse. On the top of the city, the county soldiers were trembling with their hands and feet on the crossbows, but their business was really not skilled enough, and they were intimidated by the enemy's power. Their hands and feet were trembling. Although the crossbows were pushed out, they could not play any role in the moment.

I was a little desperate on Thursday. At this time, the only thing that brought him a little comfort was that the suspension bridge finally rose higher and higher.

A cold light flashed in front of him. He subconsciously shrank his head. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a thin small sword passing through the air, gently turning a small bend. A thick suspension bridge cable cracked and broke from the middle. In a stunned Thursday, the small sword seemed to have cut off just a tiny thin line, and continued to fly to another cable of the suspension bridge. With a shrill "no" shouting on Thursday, the heavy suspension bridge fell again, and with a loud bang, it fell heavily on the ground.

"Close the city gate quickly!" Someone shouted on Thursday. In the cave of the city gate, the heavy city gate was slowly closing. Several soldiers used their strength to push the city gate several feet thick.

"Peng Zhihai!"

On Thursday, I heard the roar of the man in front of me. Immediately, a horse suddenly increased, and the cavalry suddenly waved his hand, and the heavy mace flew out, and flew towards the cave in the city gate with a sharp roar.

With a loud bang, the mace's head was embedded in the crack in the two closed city gates. The city gate that was about to close was immediately stuck. Peng Zhihai laughed wildly, whipped the horse's thighs hard, and rushed to the suspension bridge like wind.

Yang Zhi jumped up, twisted his body in the air, and stepped on it. The man had already landed on the top of the city, and happened to have a face-to-face touch with the dull Thursday. At this time, Thursday was so scared that he was completely there, without any sense of resistance, but it was precisely because he did not move that he saved his life.

"Coward!" Yang Zhi chuckled, snatched his head forward, and banged, and touched the forehead of Zhou You. Zhou Chuan didn't say anything, and was knocked down on the sky. Yang Zhi did not kill him, but just knocked him out.

The county soldiers holding weapons were not so lucky. Yang Zhi snapped his fingers, and the small sword flying above his head flew over him like lightning. A bunch of blood kept appearing in the air, and the county soldiers fell on the top of the city like wooden piles.

Peng Zhihai rushed over the suspension bridge, reached out to hold the end of the mace, shouted wildly, rushed forward with his arm, and with the help of horsepower, the door was suddenly opened several feet, and the edge was even broken by the mace. He rushed into the city gate, and the mace swung left and right, and several county soldiers on both sides who were pushing the door desperately slammed heavily on the brick wall. While sliding down, blood spurted out from his mouth.

Behind Peng Zhihai, nearly three hundred Ming troops rushed in.

On the top of the city, Yang Zhi flew to the top of the flagpole like a big bird, pulled away the dragon flag of Qi, reached out to his arms, took out a big sun and moon flag of the Ming Dynasty, and hung him up.

The wind suddenly rose, and the sun and moon flag of the Great Ming Dynasty rushed towards the palace, and was blown whistling. Hanging with one hand on the flagpole, Yang Zhi raised his hand to look at the sky, a trace of coldness fell on his face, and he stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the water stains seemed to be there.

"It's raining!" he chuckled.

It's raining! It's raining in the stone forest, and it's getting heavier and heavier, but what makes Yu Qing feel colder than the rain on his body was deep in his heart. In front of him, there were two heads, one was Vincent and the other was Zhou Huaian.

The two reinforcements he was looking forward to have become the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water.

It was obvious that the main force of the opponent was in front of him, how did the two partial divisions be wiped out by the opponent and destroyed? Yu Qing couldn't figure it out. Does it mean that the army's troops were deployed in Izumo County, and they had sent more troops to conceal the situation, but is this possible? Military mobilization is not something that can be easily concealed. They involve all aspects, and Izumo County is a place where the four countries meet, and it is also the place where spy probes are most concentrated, because it can easily hide real identity information.

If there is really a large-scale military mobilization, how could it be possible to hide it from the spy detectives of Qi?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it made a clattering sound on the armor leaves of thousands of soldiers standing silently behind him.

Yu Qing slowly raised his hand, held it on the hilt of the knife around his waist, and pulled out the knife inch by inch.

"Break through!" Two words burst out from his teeth.

Through the dense raindrops, Zou Ming looked at the position of Qi Jun, which seemed a little hazy in the distance, and asked: "Zhang Xuzhi, guess which direction will Yu Qing's breakthrough lead to the main attack?"

Zhang Xuzhi touched the cloth strip wrapped around his neck, and the cloth strip was stained red by the oozing blood. It was left by Zhou Huaian when he annihilated Zhou Huaian's troops. The knife, a little deeper, would he kick his legs and braids. It was not until he finally killed Zhou Huaian and touched his wound that he felt scared.

He whispered softly, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of breaking the wound, and finally stopped the bleeding.

"He will definitely play the connection between the second and third teams. Yu Qing will not attack the rear directly. He knows very well that it must be the thickest place in our defense."

Princess Zou Ming laughed, making Zhang Xuzhi feel goosebumps.

"The heroes have similar views!" He smiled proudly, "I also think that when the other party wants to break through, I will definitely choose that place, so I made some special arrangements. If Yu Qingzhen chose it, there would be surprises waiting for him. Guess what it would be?"

Zhang Xuzhi thought about it and shook his head, "I can't think of any surprises."

Zou Ming laughed loudly, lifted his sword and drew two diagonal lines on the ground.

Zhang Xuzhi stared at him for a while and suddenly realized: "General, the defense line between the second and third waves forms an angle, but it is not obvious from the outside. It will only become narrower the more you move forward. At the narrowest point, you must have arranged a large number of crossbows to prepare to kill them on a large scale."

"There is a future!" Zou Ming smiled and said, "At the beginning they must have felt that it was going well. They really chose the right place to break through, and the more they moved forward, the more they would have more and more resistance, and their formation would become more and more dense, because they would not feel concentrated inward because of our formation. When they arrived at this point, crossbow arrows that were denser than this raindrop would massage them to death. Zhang Xuzhi, guess how much price they would have to pay to highlight this death angle? How many people could break through?"

"There should be hundreds of people? Their combat effectiveness is actually quite good." Zhang Xuzhi hesitated.

Zou Ming stretched out three fingers: "There are still about 2,000 left in them now. When they highlight this angle of death, the remaining ones will not exceed this number. Three hundred people!"

As Zou Ming expected, Yu Qing really chose the death angle he carefully arranged, because from his perspective, the intersection is indeed the weakest place in the Ming army's defense. The closer it gets to his own place, the thicker the opponent's troops, and the farther away, the weaker the enemy's troops. In other words, as long as he rushes out of the front section, the later one will no longer be his own obstacle.

If the rain falls heavily, it will become an obstacle to your breakthrough, but compared with the breakout side, heavy rain will become an effective cover. Your breakthrough goal is very clear. You can fight there and choose it. Heavy rain will make it more difficult for your opponent to deploy troops.

The war drums of both sides were almost beaten at the same time, and the mallet fell down. The roar of the war drums was accompanied by the flying of countless raindrops. Qi Jun shouted and rushed towards the direction they chose to break through. On the other side, Zou Ming waved his arms happily, because the enemy was step by step towards the trap he customized for them.

"War is about using your brain. A general must always be in a state of learning. Past experience can only be a reference. No battle can perfectly copy the classics of the past." Zou Ming raised his head proudly, "Yu Qing knew that I was just a green forest before, and from the bottom of his heart, he looked down on a wild monk like me who became a monk halfway through. He took it for granted that the relationship between the two teams was the weakest, based on past experience, and such experience would kill him." Zou Ming looked at Zhang Xuzhi, "Zhang Xuzhi, remember Luo, there are no certain rules for fighting. Adapting to changes is the king."

"General said it well!" Zhang Xuzhi nodded repeatedly, staring at the Qi army who were rushing towards the road to death in the rain.

The generals of the Ming army had their own styles, but as the head general of the first battalion, Zou Ming seemed to be the least famous among these people. Qin Feng also used him to guard his hometown. In his subconscious, almost everyone thought that his command art was the weakest, because he was not a professional and participated in few battles, but Zou Ming was a very good at learning. Moreover, he was born in the Green Forest and was best at playing fresh tricks in some ordinary places and quietly planting murderous intent in the seemingly ordinary.

It is certain that Yu Qing is not the first person to be fooled by him, nor will he be the last one.

When Yu Qing found out that he had been fooled, he had no way back. In the rear, more Ming troops had already rushed up to block his retreat. He had no choice but to move forward.
Chapter completed!