Under Zheng Yuanyun's indifferent and even cold-blooded tactical arrangements, more than 300,000 sword and shield hand troops were continuously deployed on the battlefield.

The river was littered with corpses. The clear water flowed from the upper reaches, but when it continued to flow downstream, it turned into a blood-colored river.

Ning Zhenggang has no intention of not building roads for the other party. When necessary, he will still order trebuchets to attack.

Every time after a round of arrows, the sword and shield troops have no choice but to stop charging and raise their shields. After resisting a round of arrows and about to put back their shields and charge again, the armored troops have the weakest defense.

when.

Ning Zhenggang has already felt Zheng Yuanyun's state.

That is to not worry about consumption at all, even if you sacrifice your lives, you still have to fill a road for yourself to touch Xilong City.

In this case, the effect he has been using to stop and consume the arrow rain will not be too great. After the Qingyang soldiers who rush to Xilong City reach a certain number, even if they are exhausted, they will still attack Xilong.

The city poses a threat.

Therefore, when necessary, deadly weapons such as trebuchets still have to be brought out for use.

Ning Zhenggang's timing was very accurate. He did not let anyone target the sword and shield wielders in the front row, because the soldiers closer to the front would consume more physical energy, and relatively speaking, they would be the least threatening.

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He aimed at the soldiers in the middle and rear sections.

On the one hand, these soldiers were physically exhausted, and on the other hand, they were still in the position where they had just waded across the river, that is, on the side of the river close to the Qingyang Empire.

There, Ning Zhenggang was not afraid that his cannonballs would become stepping stones for the opponent. After all, the river was so wide. If only a small section was widened, it would not be a big problem.

Furthermore, by cutting off the enemy's middle section, he can also effectively prevent the soldiers at the rear from continuing to attack. The only ones he has to face in a unit of time are the sword and shield wielders at the front who consume a lot of energy.

By dividing and attacking in this way, Ning Zhenggang relied on the constant changes of arrow rain and stone throwing to divide the Qingyang Empire's troops into three parts.

The weakest part will be attacked from the front, and those in the middle will be hit by long-range attacks. The troops in the back that have the most intact strength can only clean up the dead and injured bodies, and will no longer be able to charge for a while.

level!

Zheng Yuanyun's ability to adapt to all changes by staying the same gave Ning Zhenggang more room to play, allowing him to develop the best defensive method according to the opponent's formation.

In this way, no matter how many enemies there are, and after so many days of preparation, the city is extremely rich in materials, and there will still be an extremely large number of stones and arrows available for use.

If this guy dares to continue to consume like this, Ning Zhenggang believes that it is almost possible for him to destroy all these Qingyang troops!

Of course, the other party is not a fool. If the situation continues like this, Zheng Yuanyun will eventually have no choice but to withdraw his troops.

Otherwise, no matter how high his prestige is in Anluo Province and how outspoken he is, his soldiers will never be able to stand it.

When soldiers fight, they know that their lives are no longer under their control from the day they join the army. There is nothing wrong with this, but this does not mean that they can truly live without fear of life or death.

Especially the current order where there is no hope at all and we can only rush forward to die. How long can we persist?

There is a limit to a person's psychological endurance. No matter how hard-hearted a person is, when he sees his companions jumping forward and falling one after another, when he sees that there is more blood on the river than the river water coming upstream.

, even dyeing the entire moat red.

Collapse is inevitable!

At that time, mutiny, resistance, struggle, survival, and various situations may break out.

At that time, Zheng Yuanyun will pay the price for his cold-bloodedness. He will no longer have the energy to target Xilong City, but will focus all his attention on the internal riots.

It seems that it goes without saying what the final result will be.

Is this the top coach of Anluo Province?

And defeated General Zhang Chengwang?

Ning Zhenggang shook his head in disdain. He had even lost the ability to make the most correct judgment on this situation. This person's ability seemed to be very questionable.

So what about the defeated General Zhang?

Is his ability still inferior to Zheng Yuanyun?

Suddenly, Ning Zhenggang thought a lot, and even felt a little sad for himself.

Such a person can command an entire province, but he can only hold on to a former main city that has long lost its fighting power. What's the point?

If I had known this, when the province of Nantes was entrusted to me to rule, I guess things like this would not have happened now.

All this is strange...

well.

He sighed silently, only blaming God for being unfair. The truly capable people were excluded, while the people who were just seeking fame and reputation were able to live a prosperous life. What kind of world is this?

This battle is his chance, Ning Zhenggang!

He stared at the battle situation below the city that had not changed. He even began to think about the possibility of counterattack.

Once Zheng Yuanyun is unable to suppress his soldiers and the enemy begins to collapse internally, is there any chance that he can take the opportunity to counterattack them?

Or even... drive these invaders out of the Nantes province in one fell swoop?

After thinking carefully for a moment, Ning Zhenggang smiled.

He shook his head and thought to himself, what was he thinking?

The situation has just become clearer. The opponent's strength is still several times that of our own. Even if the river is full of blood, Zheng Yuanyun's troops can still be said to be crushed.

At this time, he began to fantasize about counterattack. Is it too early?

Just focus on the present!

Ning Zhenggang's face straightened, and he focused his eyes on the river again, but saw that the situation had not changed at all. The soldiers who were cut off were already broken, and the sword and shield troops struggling at the front seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Every step he took was laborious for Gree, and every time he moved forward, he had to withstand the rain of arrows like locusts. He was able to hold on until now, and he can already be called an elite.

But so what?

When they finally cross the moat and climb up the river, that's when they will feel desperate!

All defensive means were ready. What was waiting for them were a large number of rolling stones, a large number of hammered logs, and kerosene that had already been poured all over the city wall. As soon as the enemy troops arrived, they would be transformed into a fire.

Into a blazing wall of fire.

How could he break through his city with these exhausted soldiers?

Ning Zhenggang looked at the situation where he had a chance to win, and for a moment he felt so proud.

He did not see that a figure hidden at the edge of the battlefield slowly stood up and began to dive in the direction indicated.
Chapter completed!