The battle in Macheng naturally could not be concealed by the Han army outside the city, and Ye Zhao quickly got the news that the chaos in Macheng was on the rise.

"Lord, don't you still take action?" Guan Hai turned his head to look at Ye Zhao while wiping his big knife. This battle was not only a frustrating battle, but also a frustrating battle as the Han army. Although he had the strength to destroy the enemy, he had been firing arrows outside the city. The imagined tragic battle never happened from beginning to end. Sometimes he felt that these Xianbei people were too cowardly, and at least he would come out and leave some heads for them.

"It's almost done!" Out of expectations of the soldiers, Ye Zhao did not continue to delay this time, but stood up, looked at Ma Cheng's direction and smiled: "It just so happens that before digging, I will use Helian to set him a power."

"But..." Gao Sheng, who was standing beside him, said in surprise: "Mr. Qiu hasn't come back yet, what if that Kuitou is unwilling to send troops?"

"He will send troops!" Ye Zhao said confidently: "Now, it's time to say goodbye to Macheng, and order Li Xing to capture the city wall immediately, but don't enter the city without authorization!"

"Here!"

"How many catapult cars do we have now?" Ye Zhao turned his head and looked at Meng Hu on the side.

"Go back to the lord, plus the ones sent by Ning County yesterday, there are 24 aircraft, but they are all a bit old!" Meng Hu bowed and said.

Although there are many wars in the border villages, most of them are defense battles. Large siege weapons such as catapults are rarely used here.

"Everything is carried onto the city walls, one by one, six, one by one, and all the turbid oil sent from each county are also brought up." Ye Zhao took the sword handed over by his personal guard and walked out the door: "Hurry moving!"

"Here!"

"Woooooooooooooo~"

The intense sound of trumpets was accompanied by drums in the wilderness. The Han soldiers from the two camps in the south and north of the city quickly walked out of the city with the sound of trumpets, formed a battle formation, and began to march towards Macheng. However, at this moment, Macheng was already in a fierce war, and the whole city was covered by fighting, screaming, wailing, and cursing. Even the few soldiers who defended the city on weekdays were already involved in the melee. Although the actions of the Han army were discovered, the city was already in chaos at this moment, and it was difficult to convey the news to Helian for a while.

Li Xing quickly got up to the city wall and according to Ye Zhao's instructions, he lifted a heavy catapult cart onto the city wall. It took him two hours. When the sun was already west, twenty-four catapult machines and cans of turmeric oil were all sent to the city wall.

"Leave our army's retreat on the city wall and seal the four gates to me!" Ye Zhao, under the escort of Guan Hai and others, stood on the city wall, looked down at the chaotic city, and indifferent voice, there was an unspeakable sense of terror.

"Here!"

Immediately, some soldiers quickly sealed the city gate with stones and loess. Ye Zhao turned around and looked at Guan Hai: "Use a catapult cart to throw all the turtle oil into the city, don't give me the rest."

"Here!" Guan Hai agreed with a rough voice and began to order.

There were more and more people in the city, including Hu people, Xianbei warriors, and Lian felt a little regretful when they watched the soldiers being dragged off from the horses in the sea of ​​people. If these people were pulled out of the city and fought in the wild, no matter how many people there were in Ma City, they would not be able to stop their charge. The Xianbei cavalry could completely crush these Hu people who did not even have decent weapons.

But at this moment, in this Ma City, the army's advantages were maximized and weakened, and the Hu people in the city could deal with them with the help of the terrain.

In anger, he issued a command to kill. Even if he wanted to take it back, the war had reached this level. Both the Xianbei warriors and the naturalized people in the city were already red-eyed, saying that they were naturalized people. However, before naturalization, they were also tribes on the grassland, and they were all soldiers. At this moment, the behavior of the company made them feel threatened, so they would not be polite to these Xianbei warriors.

Even if He Lian regrets it again, he can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. But when he thinks about this, the Xianbei warriors in the city will wither. How to face the cruel Han army, He Lian feels that his heart is constantly twitching.

"King~"

During the melee, a Xianbei warrior covered in blood stumbled out of the crowd, staggered and fell beside He Lian, and said heartbrokenly: "Han people, Han people are coming in!"

"What!?" He Lian's expression changed drastically when he heard this: "Why was it at this time? What is the situation of the battle?"

"The city wall has been occupied." The Xianbei warrior said with a sad face.

This is nonsense. The city is in a melee. Even if you know, you will never go to help. Ye Zhao has been waiting for this moment!

“Hohuhu~”

Just as He Lian was in a state of despair, waves of howling sounds suddenly came.

"Smack ~"

Clay pots fell into the chaotic city, and the viscous liquid spread among the crowd as the clay pots shattered. Some were unlucky and were directly hit by the clay pots, while others even hit the head and fell to the ground.

A strong and pungent smell began to spread throughout the city. Before people could react, the second batch of clay pots had been projected.

"It's tincture!"

Many people in the crowd changed their expressions, subconsciously stopped fighting, and looked in horror at the direction where the pottery jar flew over.

On the city wall, clay pots were placed in the grooves of the catapult cart, and five clay pots were placed in one groove. Then, with the soldiers shouting angrily, the long support rod swung, and five clay pots broke out of the air, dispersed under the resistance of the air, and sank into the city.

The three thousand cans of tincture oil transferred from the surrounding counties were smashed into the city in just two hours, and the entire Macheng was filled with a pungent smell.

"Rocket, prepare!" As dusk became, under the flying Han army flag, Ye Zhao looked at the crowd that had begun to gather towards the city wall and raised his right arm high.

Clusters of arrows covered with tincture oil were quickly ignited, and two thousand archers bent their bows and put arrows in perfect shape.

"Mr. Ye, we are the people in the city, no!"

There were countless people wailing in the city. At this moment, no matter the Xianbei warriors or the naturalized people in the city, they had no intention of fighting again, and rushed towards the city wall like crazy.

"Let me go!" The raised right arm suddenly swung down, and two thousand burning clusters of arrows rose into the air and landed towards every corner of Macheng.

"Boom~"
Chapter completed!