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Weapons, blood, spear points, flames. Under the scorching sun, the fierce battle stretched out near the stone walls outside the Zhujiazhuang. Search: \(?Complete?Book?God?Station) to read high-quality literature for free.
Arrows flew across the sky, piercing into shields, the earth, and human bodies. Shouts and cries merged into one. Those who were shouting the previous moment might turn into corpses the next. Those who tried to climb the stone walls were doused with boiling water, causing blisters all over their bodies, and blood seeped from their skin. Those struck by swords and spears fell from the stone walls, some breaking their hands and feet, others their necks. The villagers in Zhujiazhuang used long wooden poles to push burning rattan balls outward, hitting the heads of Liangshan soldiers who couldn't dodge in time, and then the fireballs rolled away.
Various wounds, gushing blood, severed limbs. On the east side of the stone wall, someone fell from above and hadn't stabilized when the tibia of their broken calf pierced through the skin. Before they could scream and dodge, boiling water poured down from above. Liangshan soldiers hugged the villagers of Zhujiazhuang and leaped from the wall. After landing, the Liangshan soldiers swarmed up and hacked the villager into pieces. Villagers who wanted to rescue them attacked with stones and arrows, and the soldiers below holding bows and arrows shot back upwards.
It was like a Shura's slaughterhouse. Countless similar scenes were playing out around the stone walls. From afar, dozens of wooden ladders hung on the wall, with crowds surging up and falling down. The area around the stone walls of Zhujiazhuang was uneven, and the ladders that Liangshan had made in recent days were crude. Some protruded from the wall and were pushed back by Zhujiazhuang people with wooden sticks. Others were too short, and groups of people crowded around them, shifting their positions. Arrows rained down, leaving behind the wounded and corpses, with blood splattered and flowing.
Whether it was a conspiracy or a stratagem, whether the intellectual battle was upright or absurd, at this moment, there was no difference. Everything would be transformed into the most direct result for verification. All the confrontations under the table were for this moment on the battlefield. When strength finally collided without reservation, all the preparations would truly be transformed into real power.
When more than ten thousand people surged towards the village walls defended by three thousand, the Liangshan side actually exerted their peak strength. Zhujiazhuang was like a precarious reef in a raging wave, frantically washed by the crowd. Although the defending side had a great advantage, the momentum of the initial attack was extremely astonishing.
The surge of the human sea, the onslaught of arrows, ladders carrying malice spreading over. Several Liangshan elites, led by their chiefs, charged desperately. On the other side, there were crowds wielding giant logs, preparing to ram the village gate. The mere two-zhang-high outer wall, the distance of an arrow's flight, was like a thin line stretched in everyone's heart, constantly trembling, as if it might break at any moment.
Even though everyone had doubts and the morale was wavering, no one would easily defect at this moment. As for the individual, perhaps everyone thought, "I won't retreat." Only one person, with regard to the group, thought, "If I don't retreat, will others be fickle?" But in any case, at the first moment of the war, everyone participated with the mindset of having to defeat the opponent.
And the leaders, such as Lin Chong, had reached this consensus. Only by breaking Zhujiazhuang at this moment and killing the villain on the other side, could they possibly seek a chance for Liangshan's future. Therefore, at the first moment, they organized their confidants and launched the most violent attack on the stone walls. Even several leaders with high martial arts skills charged up, only to be forced back down.
In the first moment of ample preparation, Zhujiazhuang's resistance to Liangshan's attack was also the most tenacious. Boiling water, fireballs, stones, and arrows caused huge casualties to Liangshan soldiers in the first moment. Several leaders charged up and were attacked from all directions. Even if they were highly skilled in martial arts, it was impossible to withstand the attacks in this situation. In addition, due to the limitations of the terrain, the most intense attack points were only a few. Luan Tingyu, Zhu Biao, and other tough fighters ran back and forth, with more than forty crossbows firing from the rear. Several small and medium-sized leaders were either injured or killed under the siege, and were forced to retreat.
The injured leaders were sent to the rear, where they gathered with the generals left behind. "White Flower Snake" Yang Chun, "Golden Leopard" Tang Long, "Little Overlord" Zhou Tong, "Long-Armed Ape" Hou Jian, and others were seriously injured in the initial fifteen minutes of the assault. "Arrow-Hit Tiger" Ding Desun was shot by an arrow, and his body was dragged back. Thinking of his nickname, no one could laugh. Only "Brocade Leopard" Yang Lin charged up the stone wall and fought without retreating, trying to buy time for the soldiers behind. He was targeted by Luan Tingyu, and the concentrated fire of several crossbows in the rear allowed Luan Tingyu to smash his head with a staff, and even his body could not be rescued.
Under a large tree, the doctor was examining the injuries of the leaders. Wu Yong sat there, his eyes fixed on the changes on the stone walls. Li Kui, covered in blood, was receiving treatment from the doctor, but even so, he still cursed from time to time.
During the attack just now, he, as Song Jiang's confidant, had charged the most fiercely. A two-zhang-high stone wall with ladders was not difficult for someone with his martial arts skills. However, after rushing up, before he could kill and slash, he was targeted by more than a dozen crossbows. He was only hit by two arrows, but the soldiers who charged up as his vanguard were sniped as soon as they showed their heads. In the end, he jumped off the wall and even crushed one of his own men to death, so now he could only return to treat his injuries in frustration.
At this time, Xi Junyu had also arrived. Wu Yong asked his opinion, but he had no idea at this time. Everything had been forced to the point of seeing the truth on the edge of a blade. Apart from forcefully attacking, there was little room for conspiracy. But... this was actually the situation only for the Liangshan side.
What truly troubled the leaders was not the chaotic battle situation at this time. If the battle could continue like this, the fall of Zhujiazhuang could be expected. What made everyone feel dangerous and irritable was the shouting that constantly came from Zhujiazhuang in such an intense battlefield. At this time, the battlefield was full of voices. From this distance, the sound seemed faint, but as long as you listened carefully, you could always hear the content. The shouting had hardly stopped since the battle began.
It was about Liangshan's repeated setbacks in this battle, about the court having already targeted Liangshan, about the Wu Rui Camp having turned to attack Liangshanpo, and about the death of Red-Haired Devil Liu Tang, and the surrender of a major leader. After shouting these things, they shouted loudly: "Don't you believe this! Think about what's been happening in the camp these days, look at the people next to you..."
"Those brothers who were released! Don't hesitate any longer! The faster you defect! The faster Liangshan collapses! You are beyond saving—"
"If you don't do it, others will! Just now, someone secretly surrendered to us, bringing two heads. See which of your bosses is dead—"
"Kill a Liangshan person, come over immediately, and you are innocent! Guaranteed in the name of the current Right Chancellor, the government will no longer pursue this matter! Kill two! Reward twenty taels of silver! Kill a leader, reward fifty taels—"
One voice after another shouted excitedly inside the stone wall, towards every direction of the battle. In the previous attacks, there were also shouts like "Yang Lin is dead! Yang Lin has been killed! Everyone look!" When Li Kui was injured and forced to retreat, they were also shouting: "Black Whirlwind Li Kui ran away! Black Whirlwind Li Kui ran away! Everyone come and see! Black Whirlwind is running away—" This was the real reason why Li Kui was trembling with anger.
If it had been before, such shouts would not have had any effect at all, and everyone would have found it ridiculous. But at this time, no one had the mind to laugh, only fear and pressure. Because everyone who knew about warfare knew that such shouts would definitely have an effect in the current Liangshan formation. Everyone understood this at the beginning of the war, but when it actually appeared, it could make everyone's heartstrings, like the stone wall, constantly tremble.
The long conspiracies and stratagems never caused infighting before the war. Suspicion could be suppressed by everyone for a while. But war was originally like this. When the choice between life and death was pressed before their eyes, slight shaking could form a chain reaction and determine the lives of thousands. The Liangshan people understood this, and could only gamble with five times the manpower, and immediately dispatch one major leader after another to boost morale. In such a battle situation, both sides were exhausting each other.
Facts and rumors were fiercely spread from Zhujiazhuang. One moment it was "Inspector Guan surrendered," and the next moment it was "The brothers from Erlong Mountain are unwilling to step forward, Liangshan is infighting." Some people rushed up the stone wall, and then their retreat was cut off. Inside the stone wall, more than ten crossbows were aimed at them, and one person held a loudspeaker and shouted: "Killing people can surrender! Killing people can surrender!" The two people who were originally back-to-back glanced at each other. Like the scene of Guan Sheng and Yan Qing on the hillside just now, just a moment of hesitation, one finally waved his knife and killed his companion. The one who killed was at a loss. Inside, they were shouting: "Throw away your weapons, throw away your weapons! You're fine! You're fine!" Xiao Li Guang Hua Rong outside the stone wall drew his bow and shot an arrow, but the arrow was then smashed away by Luan Tingyu, who laughed loudly.
The stone wall, those who could rush up were ultimately few. Those below could see many of these situations. Inside the village, they were shouting excitedly: "You're fine! You're fine! Brother! The government will not pursue your matter, and there are rewards! Come, tell everyone your name... Liang Er! His name is Liang Er—"
In less than half an hour of this battle, such shouts began to sound on the battlefield. This side reported: "Brother, tell everyone your name... Ye Gucheng! His name is Ye Gucheng—"
"...Lu Xiaofeng! Brother Lu Xiaofeng has come to us—"
"...Killing one person can come over! Brothers, kill on the wall! Then hurry in! Nothing will happen—"
"Beware of Hua Rong, the cheapskate, ambushing you—"
Then someone shouted: "Brothers, we can't win! They are fighting each other, infighting... The group under Wu Song's command didn't want to rush up when we charged... They want to wait until Leader Song's men are dead before taking the position of leader... I was forced to, the brothers around me died after coming up—" This voice was hoarse and extremely tragic.
Someone else shouted: "The government has already regarded us as rebels... Brothers, come over, kill the leaders and you can go home and be rich men. We've been tricked. Look at the people around you, everyone knows... Only three days, three days, and they've turned Liangshan into this. How can Wu Yong beat him—"
Not many people were sure whether such shouts were true or false. However, whether they believed it or not, in these three days, everyone's psychology had exceeded the line of unwavering firmness. Those who rushed up the stone wall began to guard against the people around them defecting. In fact, they were guarding against whether the people around them would be forced to wield a knife against them if they were surrounded by the opponent's superior forces. In such a life-and-death slaughter, once they hesitated, their combat power was actually on the verge of collapse.
In the offensive of more than ten thousand people, the plague was still spreading with the constant shouts. One leader after another organized offensives, and also encouraged their confidants: "Think about your families on Liangshan, they are just trying to sow discord among us!" They organized waves of attacks in this way, but the casualty ratio, with the progress of the battle and the shouts from the rear, was constantly tilting.
On this hillside, Song Jiang and others could only grit their teeth and watch this scene on the entire battlefield. They had no confidence in how long the five-fold advantage could last. At this time, once the soldiers reached the wall, their combat power had weakened to an extremely low level. Even if fearless experts temporarily opened up the battle and allowed ten or eight people to rush up, as long as the Zhujiazhuang villagers rushed up, these soldiers would begin to collapse. Some would look back, and if their companions behind were already some distance away, they would immediately jump off the wall.
Some leaders had already begun to ask Xi Junyu for his opinion. With Wu Yong watching, and being completely useless at this moment, everyone began to place their hopes on another strategist on Liangshan. Xi Junyu could only point to a scene in a certain part of the battlefield and signal to everyone.
Not far away under the big tree, Wu Yong sat there, one hand tightly grasping the grass beneath him. Trembling, his eyes were also looking in the same direction.
Occasionally, the defenses formed by those few iron shields would appear on the stone wall.
"Mixed Thunder Hand" Lei Feng, everyone understood that this was the name of the person who had always been behind the big iron shield.
In three days, in a situation of vastly different strength, he had used almost demonic psychological warfare to bring Liangshan to this extent. No one dared to underestimate this person behind the iron shield. He patrolled the battlefield, occasionally coming over to check the battle situation. Some people wanted to rush up and kill him, but the defense of several iron shields protected his surroundings tightly. There were also several experts guarding him, along with more than twenty hand crossbows on the side. They fired randomly at the nearby area on this battlefield, and almost no one could stand it. Once he appeared, relying on one or two ladders, it was impossible to attack.
"But... killing him is the only way to break the deadlock..." Xi Junyu said, looking in that direction.
Over there, Wu Yong sat silently under the tree, waiting in his heart for the appearance of a certain change.
He was not a completely incompetent strategist, but the opponent's plan was impossible to defend against from the beginning. Liu Tang's entrapment and injury did indeed make him wary of the opponent's various tricks. However, when things seemed to be deteriorating, he did bury a dormant chess piece, which he now regarded as the last expectation and hope, waiting for it to ferment...
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