The soldiers of the Trapped Camp charged forward despite the hail of arrows.
Despite the immense difficulty of the process, and the fact that even the chariots could not protect everyone, they continued onward.
The journey to the moat wasn't very long, but countless people died along the way.
Such casualties would never have occurred on a vast plain, but this is a siege, and the attacking side will inevitably pay a heavy price!
In fact, in a normal siege, the attacking side usually needs several times more soldiers than the defending side to break through. However, Qin Ze's siege this time was made possible by these siege weapons and his troops, which gave him a huge advantage!
Comparatively speaking, this is already a very small loss.
The range of the trebuchet was shorter than that of the ballista, and it was being dragged forward by the rain of arrows!
There are not many boulders left on the wooden cart. Only by crossing the moat and throwing the boulders onto the city wall can they be used to their fullest potential!
"Rustling!"
Thick arrows continued to pierce through the air, and flesh and blood were everywhere, the ground almost completely stained red with blood.
There were corpses of soldiers from the barbican, as well as soldiers from the Trapped Camp and the Beiwei Army.
The corpses have rested in peace, while the living still raise their angry faces, roaring deafeningly:
"Charge!"
"Build a bridge to cross the river! Attack Anyang County!"
On the outer city tower, the defending general watched as the moat bridge drew ever closer to the river. His expression grew increasingly ferocious, his face contorted with rage, and he roared:
"Shoot! Shoot them dead!"
Iron-feathered arrows kept flying from the opposite side of the city wall, and the city wall was littered with corpses. Some ballistae were even pierced by arrows!
Even so, the defenders continued to fire their crossbows!
At this moment, both sides are rapidly depleting their forces!
Surrounding this moat, the struggle between life and death becomes increasingly brutal.
A loud "bang" rang out!
It's a moat bridge!
Gao Shun led a team to build a moat bridge across the river!
"Keep building the bridge!!"
"The rest of you, follow me and charge over to the city wall! Slay them!"
One trench bridge was not enough to accommodate so many people, so more trench bridges needed to be built. Gao Shun had already led the Trapped Camp men to the completed trench bridge!
What they had to do was storm the city walls before the battering rammed bridge broke through the city gates!
Led by Gao Shun, a group of soldiers rushed onto the moat bridge, below which lay a cold river ten or twenty meters deep!
Many corpses were already floating in the river, and even the water surface was slightly reddish, caused by people who died during the construction of the bridge falling in.
A fierce wind swept in, Gao Shun's hair and beard were disheveled, countless arrows flew over his head, and his face was covered with blood.
Most of the soldiers in the Trapped Camp beside him were in the same boat. Although the battle had exhausted them, they felt as if they had an inexhaustible supply of energy as they faced the city walls ahead.
The warhorses were neighing, and the soldiers were roaring in fury.
Swords and spears stood like a forest, and the smoke of war raged like frost. At this moment, everyone's blood seemed to boil.
Gao Shun turned around and looked at the thousands of troops behind him—his comrades-in-arms!
Looking back ahead, the enemy on the city wall was still shooting arrows, still killing his soldiers! His comrades!
The city wall was already densely covered with trampling arrows.
At this moment, Gao Shun did not stop.
Not only him, but the soldiers of the Trapped Camp who were the first to cross the moat with him did not stop!
Although their numbers had dwindled considerably by then, each of them was still running forward at breakneck speed.
The city gate was not far from them, very close! It was bought with the lives of countless people!
But no one will back down an inch.
Trapped Camp -
Their charge is relentless, with no intention of retreat; their determination to fight is to die rather than live!
If one is afraid or timid, how can one be worthy of this name!
Gao Shun gripped his Wind-Breaking Spear tightly, his blood-stained face revealing an unwavering gaze. He stared intently at the top of the city wall and let out a long, resounding roar:
"Step on the arrows, follow me to scale the city walls!"
"Come on, brothers!"
"Go up to the city wall!"
Gao Shun leaped forward, landing a foot on the arrow shaft...
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P.S.: I found an AI illustration and got so excited that I ended up using two extra. Please forgive me, everyone! (?_?)
I'm bowing to everyone! >︿<
Goodnight and sweet dreams q(≧▽≦q)
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