Red light appeared in the sky. Although the sun had not yet risen from the ground, the light had already enveloped the world. △￠

Seeing that the huge bamboo rack had reached not far away, the iron hook in front was shining with a cold light, as if the minions of a tiger were about to pounce on him at any time, Jia Jirong felt that he couldn't breathe.

"Play stick, hit it! Break this thing for me!"

The soldiers guarding the city also felt their legs were weak, but the host was standing beside him, and he still had the courage to pull the rod and beat the bamboo frame closer.

The stone hanging from the pole hit the iron hook in front of the bamboo rack, making a crisp sound. However, it only made a sound, which did not affect the bamboo rack slowly approaching the city wall.

Seeing the huge iron hook stretched in front approaching the city wall, Jia Jirong felt a chill in his heart, and turned around and said to the soldier next to him: "Splash oil! Light the fire!"

The sergeant held an iron spoon and scooped hot oil from the burning iron pot and splashed it onto the bamboo rack.

The iron hook was extended from the shelf. Although the iron hook had reached the top of the city wall, the shelf was still a distance away. The oil splashed from the city wall could not reach the shelf and was all poured into the city.

Without oil igniting, the torches thrown from the city could not ignite the bamboo rack covered with lead. The torches rolled on the rack twice and fell to the city as well.

Jia Jirong had the illusion that time suddenly became fast and slow. Looking at the soldiers beside him scooping oil and igniteing fire, he felt that time was slow. When he saw the bamboo rack, he felt that time was too fast, and the iron hook suddenly reached the top of his head.

"Bang-kick!"

After the iron hook above the head reached the city wall, it suddenly pounced on the city wall.

This hook is probably not weighing dozens of pounds, and the two soldiers could not dodge. The hook was hooked on the back and pulled it directly to the city wall. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere. It was cracked into pieces in front of everyone.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers on the city panicked and all hindered.

Jia Jirong pulled out his sword with a "choke" and shouted hoarsely: "No one is allowed to retreat. From now on, who dares to take a step back and kill!"

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful Jia Jirong is, he is not as scary as the scene of flesh and blood flying. The soldiers still wince. Look at me, I look at you, and don’t dare to get close to the city wall.

"I'll kill your whole family!"

Jia Jirong raised the steel knife, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, and cut off a soldier's head with one knife.

Seeing that Jia Jirong, who was like a beast, looked at him, the local soldiers finally woke up and finally sucked up their breath and stepped forward again.

"Mu Chuan! One of three people, push this airs away together!"

The huge iron hook in front was placed on the city wall, and the bamboo frame was moving forward significantly faster.

This iron hook is used to grasp the city wall. How can it be possible to fight against the human power of dozens of people? A group of local soldiers held up the twig and stepped forward to hold the bamboo rack. They used their strength to hold their faces red, but they could not push the bamboo rack half a step, so they could only watch as they moved closer and closer to themselves.

The Song army on the other side of the bamboo rack suddenly made a shout of storm, "dong, dong, dong" sounds endlessly. I don't know whether it was a drum beat or a human footstep, but they hit the hearts of the local soldiers in Jiadong.

Lu Fang was a soldier from Shaowu on Fujian Road. He was originally a miner in the silver farm. Because he stayed in the mine hard, he devoted himself to the Xiang army. From Fujian Road, to Jinghu South Road, and then to Guangnan West Road, he had transferred seven or eight state troops over the past ten years. He became a capital in the Xiang army and retired from the service of the sugar sugar business in Yongzhou. He was a small leader in the sugar sugar business. He served as a commander among the village soldiers and led the second commander of the village soldiers.

Zhang Rong was the main general of the siege this time, and Lu Fang was the one who led the siege.

Holding the steel knife in his hand, Lu Fang stared at the bamboo rack in front of him. He had used this kind of scaffolding when he was working in the sugar commerce business, but it was the first time he saw such a huge rack, and he didn't know how effective it was.

"Back to the city wall!"

A shout came from the people pushing under the bamboo rack. In just a moment, with a horn, the sound of drums behind it rang out.

"Kill! Kill with me-"

Lu Fang shouted loudly and held up the steel knife and was the first to board the huge scaffolding.

On the north side, in order to facilitate the soldiers who climbed the city, a slanted city was built. The Song army siege soldiers gathered behind the bamboo rack ran up all the way. When they arrived above the bamboo rack, they saw the busy local soldiers on the city wall. Seeing that there were not even teams of archers, the Song army was greatly boosted.

"Run! First climb fifty taels!"

Lu Fang shouted this in a hoarse voice, dragging the steel knife straight forward.

Jia Jirong was stunned for a moment when he looked at the Song army rushing towards the city like a tide above the shelf.

There were naturally archers on the city wall, but Jia Jirong didn't know when the Song army would rush up, so he didn't ask them to prepare, but it was too late at this time.

No matter how wide the top of the rack is, it is only twenty or thirty steps. The archer prepares here, and the opponent rushed to the front of him without waiting for the strings, and it has no effect at all.

Sighing inwardly, Jia Jirong turned around and shouted, "Let the array and drive the Song army down!"

The city wall is only five or six steps wide, so where can we set up a formation? Moreover, at this time, the local soldiers of Jiadong had no fighting spirit and just arranged a formation in a mess.

Jia Jirong held up a steel knife and said to a leader guarding the city: "You, bring a hundred soldiers and rush the Song army down! If you lose, you don't have to come back!"

The little leader shrank his neck, saw Jia Jirong looking at him with a cold skate look, and said with a stern tip: "My boys, can you protect the city? Here you can kill the enemy with me!"

After saying that, he carried a steel knife and rushed towards the Song army with more than a hundred local soldiers.

At this time, the sun finally came out half of the head from the top of the mountain, and the red light shone on the earth.

In this red light, the swords and guns in the soldiers' hands were also covered with a layer of blood. Before they could kill people, they had already brought a brilliant blood color.

"kill--"

Lu Fang roared, and the steel knife in his hand slashed obliquely, cutting off half of the body of the opposite Jiadong earth soldiers with one knife.

It was like an iron car hitting a dirt wall with a bang. The local soldiers of the Jiadong only resisted less than half a stick of incense and were completely defeated.

Jia Jirong's face was pale, knowing that the current situation was irreversible. He turned around and saw that not only Nancheng, but also the east and west sides were already held by Song Jun's bamboo, and the endless stream of tide was pouring onto the city.

He winked at the confidants next to him, and Jia Jirong took them to secretly get off the city.

Even if you have a strong ambition, you will be a fool if you stick to it at this time.

The three quarts and one quartet, and the net is opened. I know that this is a poison, so I have to swallow it in order to survive. The Jia family has been operating for several generations, and as long as they are left with people, if they can get back, they will still be the king of this area.

Under the trees on the hillside, Tan Hu watched his soldiers climbing up the city continuously and said to Xu Ping, who was standing next to him watching the battle: "Officials, I didn't expect this airs to be so useful! At almost no cost, Commander Lu led his people to the city!"

Xu Ping smiled and said, "Because it is such a small city, the guardian of the Jia family is a waste, otherwise this method is useless. Not to mention a big city like Shenglong Mansion, it is the size of Yongzhou City, with a moat several meters wide outside, so this airfoil cannot be approached. Besides, there is no moat. Anyone in the city has the courage to fight, and sends desperate men out of the city to stop this airfoil. If the people guarding the city prepare carefully, not to mention our artillery, even stone cannons that throw stones, and messy stones will be smashed down, the airfoil will be scattered."

"As soon as the official thought, there were so many ways, but Jiadong was helpless!"

"Yes, there is no way for the world to stop others, but if one commits one's own death, no one can save him." Looking at the chaotic city ahead, Xu Ping also sighed infinitely. "The Jia family has been here for several generations, two or three hundred years, and the result is this scale. Over the years, not to mention anything else, it has been abducted from our Song Dynasty? Where did it go? Without a long-term plan, there must be immediate worries, and they deserve to be defeated!"

Since Xu Ping decided to fight Jiadong, he spent countless efforts and tried his best, afraid that he would not have any accident. Last night, Xu Ping did not sleep all night and discussed the siege with several leaders under him before discussing the siege process, and then practicing.

That's it. Everyone felt that everything was foolproof. Xu Ping still felt worried. He stood here before dawn, feeling up and down, afraid that there would be something he didn't expect.

On the other hand, what about Jiadong? Since the last time Sang Yi led his men to Liangzhou, Xu Ping has clearly shown that he would not let Liangzhou go. They can only strengthen the walls and clear the fields and huddle in the city of the state. Even the reinforcements that had finally been asked for from Jiaozhi did not try to stay on the bank of Qiongqi River, and actually let them go to Luzhou to commit suicide.

God can still forgive evil; he can't live if he commits evil. Since Xu Ping's army went out of the state, Jiadong has simply committed suicide step by step. Today, he has to die.

At the Jiadong Yamen, Jia Jirong rushed into the Houya with a steel knife and disheveled his head.

Jia Chenggui, who was sitting in the living room, held back his cough, looked pale and blood-red, and had his eldest son. He asked weakly: "Has the city been broken?"

"My son is incompetent, and he has implicated his father and the whole family!"

Jia Jirong knelt on the ground with a loud bang and lowered his head.

"What the hell is going on?" Jia Chenggui asked in a deep voice.

"The huge bamboo rack that the Song army got from somewhere was not damaged. The oil was not broken and the fire could not be lit. They just hit the city. They ran to the city! Dad!"

Having said this, Jia Jirong's tears came out after enduring his grievance for a long time.

Jia Chenggui felt dizzy when he saw everything blurred. The hundreds of years of foundation of the Jia family was completely ruined today.

Qiang self calmed down, Jia Chenggui said, "It's time to come, it's useless to say more! Didn't you say that the Song army surrounded three que 1? Since they gave us a way out, let's go. It's better to compromise than the whole family falling into the hands of the Song army. Outside Liangzhou, our Jia family still has territory and industry. I think our ancestors could come in from outside, and we will be able to fight back one day in the future!"

Hearing this, Jia Jirong raised his head and said hatefully: "Yes, one day, I will return to Liangzhou! I will definitely grab what I lost from my hands!" (To be continued.)
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