When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell, the third wave of enemy attacks was repelled.

On the battlefield, there were broken walls and ruins, and the blood stained the earth red, and then burned by the hot fire, turning into a dark piece. In front of the city gate of Zhu'an City, countless burned and dead bodies were piled up together, covering almost the open space in front of the city.

The pungent burnt smell and the bloody smell mixed together stimulate everyone's nerves.

The number of siege equipment was burned by the fire and turned into pieces of charcoal. It stood in front of the city, with a breeze blowing by, and a little bit of blue smoke radiating.

The enemy did not launch a fourth attack, and the harassment from both sides stopped, as if they had changed their strategies.

There is no real winner in this battle.

The enemy attacked three times, touching at least 8,000 soldiers, several siege equipment, but in the end, they did not take down the city walls of Zhu'an City and returned in vain. At least half of the eight thousand soldiers died in front of the city, and most of the remaining half were injured. I believe that the injuries and self-confidence suffered a deeper damage. After a night of uninterrupted attacks, the walls of Zhu'an City were bombarded by catapults, and cracks appeared, but the tenacity of the soldiers of the East Prince's Mansion was completely beyond their imagination.

They thought they were on the side of justice and had high morale, and were preparing to take back Zhu'an City in one fell swoop and avenge the dead people in Zhu'an City, but they did not expect that the devil they thought was so powerful that it was not as simple as saying that defeating the Eastern Palace.

The army attacked and retreated in scattered ways. No soldier dragged his heavy body, covered his injured part, and kept silent.

The battle last night was tragic, both against Qiu Changcheng's army and against the Dongwang Mansion.

In the first battle, more than 400 soldiers who were replaced in the defense were killed and more than 700 were injured. A fully organized brigade almost lost its combat effectiveness. The reason why the enemy was able to cause such great damage to the strong city defenders was because of their excellent equipment and masters lurking in the city tower.

In order to resist the enemy's masters, six centurions died in battle and died with the enemy. The chief general Ding Jiang was seriously injured, and there were more than a dozen blood cuts cut by the enemy's chest and back, dripping blood.

However, from beginning to end, no one retreated. Ding Jiang never asked any brigade to reinforce. Facing the enemy's catapults and several city-pushing towers, Ding Jiang led the soldiers to fight bloody battles, and the walls of Zhu'an City were still under the control of the Dongwang Mansion.

After repelling the enemy's sergeant who had climbed the city, Ding Jiang immediately ordered the built simple catapult to go to the city wall and aimed at the catapults in the distance of the enemy. The stones that were significantly smaller than the opponent were roaring. The catapults of the temporary components were less powerful and had insufficient range, but they could attack the catapults behind the enemy's phalanx, which immediately solved the urgent problem.

"Bang."

He put the long sword in his hand aside, and after a night of fierce fighting, the edge of the knife was curled up. Ding Jiang spat and kicked the enemy's body down the city wall with one kick.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and hurriedly stood firm with the city wall. After a while, the dizzy feeling disappeared.

He had been in extreme tension just now, and he didn't have time to care about his injuries. Now that he had repelled the enemy, he suddenly relaxed. Ding Jiang immediately felt sore all over his body. No place was not painful, especially the wounds on his body.

When the wind blows, the pain pierces the heart.

Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and wanted to support Ding Jiang. He raised his hand to stop the people coming, looked up at the nearby soldiers, with a smile on his face, and said, "Ha, I thought they were so powerful, but that's it."

Several soldiers around him felt a little relieved when they saw that Ding Jiang had nothing to do, but they still stepped forward and one of them whispered: "General, you should go down and rest first and bandage the wound. Although it is all skin trauma, it is very inappropriate to keep exposing it like this."

Ding Jiang looked down at the wound on his chest. At this moment, he felt that his skin was beating left and right. Every time he beat, the heart-wrenching pain came again and again, and it hurt more and more. It hurt that only hurt. He had a pale face, but there was no trace of expression on his face. He said lightly: "First clean the battlefield, throw all the enemies down, transport the remains of our soldiers to the city, bury them properly, and count the supplies."

"General..." The soldiers beside him saw Ding Jiang's face pale, and knew that he would definitely not feel good, so he had to say something, but he was interrupted by him again. He only heard him say: "The enemy will definitely attack. It is not at noon, but in the evening, they immediately began to clean the battlefield. You have been fighting for a night. Go down and change two more brigades of people to come up."

Several soldiers looked at Ding Jiang and saw that his face was very serious. They did not dare to refuse to obey this. They immediately saluted Ding Jiang, and then retreated to inform Ding Jiang of the various departments of the orders.

After several soldiers left, Ding Jiang let out a breath, bent down, picked up his sword, took steps, and slowly stepped down the city wall step by step.

He suffered skin injuries, but after a night of hard work, Ding Jiang killed countless enemies and was already exhausted. His tired body and dozens of wounds on his body would have been unconscious if he had not been supported by his cultivation.

He stepped down the city wall with heavy steps. Ding Jiang returned to the base below the city, and immediately several doctors stepped forward to treat Ding Jiang's wound. He sat on the stone bench with a big golden knife, his eyes slightly closed. When the doctor sutured the wound for him, he had already entered sleep.

Ye Guan did not see Ding Jiang. Although he was very worried and knew the tragic battle above the city. But he also believed that as a general of war, Ding Jiang had the ability to handle everything. When he appeared at this moment, he might disrupt his arrangements and disrupt the enemy's judgment. Therefore, no matter how anxious he was, he had to be as stable as Mount Tai, sitting in his yard as if nothing had happened.

Ye Guan knew how the battle last night was fought and how Ding Jiang destroyed the enemy's catapult in the end. The fierce battle, hundreds of soldiers from the Eastern Prince's Mansion died, which made him feel heavy. Ruye Ruo climbed the city wall. With Ye Guan's cultivation, even if the enemy came to a few more city towers, he would not be able to make any waves. But if he did this, the enemy would definitely give up the full-scale attack and turn to a protracted war. Once he fell into a protracted war, the entire army would be wiped out, which was only a matter of time.

If he was not wrong, Tianqing City's plan had already begun. At this moment, the mysterious man and the future were looking for him, he would probably do the same thing as the city he had selected and do another Zhu'an City to inspire the hatred in the hearts of the people in the enclave.

When fear reaches its end, it is the anger of liberation. With a little guidance of such a thing, it is an extremely terrifying force.
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