Neither the Zhao people nor the Zhongshan people had expected that on the first day of the siege, the master father would forcefully attack the city with such a sure win, without any temptation or prelude, but directly pushed the main force and attacked Lingshou with thunder.

On the city wall, countless soldiers and ants from Zhao were attached to it and climbed up to the city heading along the ladder of the city with arrows and stones. The strong soldiers simply put on their upper bodies naked, took off their armor and only had short clothes, held a short knife in their mouths, and climbed up with both hands. Some people kept screaming and falling, but the successors were heading towards them without fear.

On the city and under the city, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and arrows were like feathered locusts.

Under the sharp rain of arrows of the Zhao army, the Zhongshan soldiers on the top of the city kept screaming and falling to the city, which also provided an excellent opportunity for the Zhao army who was driving the city. Finally, the strong Zhao army was able to jump onto the city and fight with the Zhongshan soldiers to form a regiment.

Although the Zhao army was small, they were all carefully selected brave men, each of which was extremely brave. One was ten. Although the Zhongshan army was far ahead in terms of number of people, most of them were hastily formed an army, but they were killed by these Zhao army and retreated repeatedly, allowing the Zhao army to stand firmly at the top of the city. Reinforcements continued to reinforce from the ladder. The situation was as dangerous as the Zhongshan people.

Just when everyone thought that Zhao's army was about to win, a sudden change occurred.

At the city gate, hundreds of Zhao soldiers pushed the siege to rush to the city, shouting slogans in unison, and pushed the sprint to the city gate. The huge bronze city gate trembled slightly under the impact of the sprint, making a dull "creaking" sound, but it never loosened.

Suddenly, a roar came from the bulky bronze city gate, which slowly opened. The Zhao army, who was hitting, could not help but stop their movements, almost unable to believe their eyes, and then a burst of cheers burst out, drawing out swords and shouting to rush into the city, wanting to seize the first achievement of siege.

At the end of the city gate, Zhao Jun, who rushed into the city, stopped his steps and stared forward with a big look in shock.

Tens of meters away, a total of three thousand iron-armored infantry lined up in dense formations, blocking the city gates tightly and suffocating.

Under the tight helmet, the eyes were all coldly looking at Zhao Jun. Every iron-armored warrior was seven feet tall and extremely strong. He was covered with heavy iron armor and wrapped his whole body tightly. In addition, the huge iron rod in his hand appeared in the world like a demon.

This is the world-famous heavy armored infantry in Zhongshan. It is a strong man who was strictly selected from the Chinese people. He was covered with heavy iron armor, able to defend against arrows and feathers, and was not afraid of swords. When encountering the enemy, he used a large iron rod as a weapon to rush around and storm. Everything he hit was broken and everything he rushed to, so it was called "scamping camp".

The general in front of the formation was Wuqiujiu, the brave and powerful general of the three armies.

Wuqiujiu's face looked like iron, and the big stick in his hand slowly flattened up and spit out of his mouth; "Kill!"

Almost in an instant, a thunderous roar sounded, and this terrifying torrent of iron armor began to move slowly. The soldiers gasped and took heavy steps, and continued to accelerate. The huge iron staff in their hands were tightly held in their hands, and they roared and rushed towards the soldiers of Zhao who were already stunned.

Without any suspense, the hundreds of Zhao soldiers who rushed into the city gate were instantly crushed into meat mud by this torrent. Outside the city gate, hundreds of Zhao soldiers who were waiting to enter the city were excited and bumped into the Zhongshan army head-on. Suddenly, they were beaten by the iron staff waving in the hands of the strongman, and their brains burst, almost none of them survived.

This is the advantage of heavy infantry. They are covered with heavy armor, and they are not invaded by arrows and are invulnerable to swords and guns. When light infantry fights against them, there is almost no way to harm these iron-armored monsters. Similarly, compared with their strong combat power, the cost of building them is also amazing. Those who can become a member of the camp must be seven feet tall, with a strong figure and greater strength, and the cost of making heavy armor is also scary. Therefore, although the camp is elite, if it devotes all the power of Zhongshan, it can only create three thousand.

It was these three thousand trap camps that instantly reversed the situation of the Zhao army, which had the advantage.

Most of the Zhao army infantry were light infantry, and they were wearing thin layers of armor to protect the key points. As elite cavalry, they simply wore leather armor to reduce the load. The Zhao army, known for their mobility, was exposed when facing heavy armor infantry in close combat with each other.

The soldiers of the Zhao army were not unafraid. On the contrary, this powerful army that had been fighting in the north for many years and established a country with martial arts was the most courage. The north was cold and bitter, and there were many generous and tragic people. The people fought fiercely and bravely, and they would share their lives with each other if they had any disagreements. Such an army with strong martial arts style never knew what fear was. Even if they encountered a powerful enemy, they would draw their swords and move forward without hesitation.

So when the Zhongshan Army in heavy armor rushed out from the city gate, the Zhao army not only did not retreat, but instead spontaneously blocked the enemy. But soon, the Zhao soldiers discovered that the swords in their hands could not cause any damage to the huge steel monsters in front of them. The long sword slashed on the iron armor, and the recoil force almost made the long sword lose its hand. Then they rushed to the long spear that was stabbed hard, but they could not enter the iron armor. The arrow feathers shot only "dinking" on the thick iron armor.

The huge iron rods in the hands of those strong men who were inaccessible to the arrows could bring casualties to Zhao's army every time they waved them. They either had their brains broken or had their flesh and blood beaten. Almost none of the Zhao army's bodies pushed in front of them were intact.

Wuqiu Jiu took the lead, like a demon god descending to earth, and rushed into the densest crowd of Zhao army, rolling up a bloody storm. He had red eyes, roaring like a wild beast in his mouth, and kept rushing forward. The Zhao army in front of him had almost no opponents for a round, and was all intimidated by his courage. The huge iron rod as thick as his arms was not airtightened by his waving, and it rolled up a storm within a foot of his side. Whether it was a soldier or a war horse, they were killed immediately when they touched it.

A few feet away, a Zhao army commander was anxiously giving orders to gather his subordinates who were dispersed by the Zhongshan Army. Soon, the commander attracted Wuqiujiu's attention, and waved his iron rod and bravely came to him, gradually moving closer.

When he realized that Wuqiujiu's target was him, the captain hurriedly dropped his horse and wanted to retreat. Seeing that he was about to run, Wuqiujiu roared and threw out the iron rod in his hand. The huge iron rod hit the captain's chest like a javelin. The captain screamed and fell off the horse. There was a large depression in the armor on his chest, and blood was already overflowing between his mouth and nose. He lay on the ground motionless, and he could not survive.

Wuqiu Jiu, who was so angry that he did not retreat because he had no weapons, grabbed the chariot not far away, roared and raised the huge chariot, ran wildly towards the Zhao army in the distance, smashing a huge well railing in the distance. Dozens of Zhao soldiers who were shooting arrows on the well railing could not escape, and fell from the sky with screams and suddenly fell into flesh mud. Wuqiu Jiu immediately grabbed the body of the Zhao army on the ground and waved it, using this as a weapon to continuously hit the Zhao army. He really threw the chariot into the car and the people.

Seeing that the main general was killed and the enemy was so powerful and brave, the little morale left by the Zhao army almost collapsed under the attack of the trapped camp and kept retreating.

Finally, the sound of retreating troops came out of the central army's tent. A large number of soldiers broke away from the square formation, abandoned the bulky well railings and cloud ladders, and retreated like a tide. The Zhao army warriors who were fighting on the top of the city either escaped and jumped onto the cloud ladder to retreat, or were entangled by the Zhongshan army and could not escape, and eventually died exhausted.
Chapter completed!