The outer wall of the county town is three feet high, strictly complying with the specifications of "three feet for a small town, five feet for a middle city, and seven feet for a big city".

The city is three feet high, which is about ten meters.

Looking from a distance, I don’t feel anything, I just feel low.

But if you fight to the bottom of the city and look up at the city wall, you will feel a sense of despair.

That's right, the soldiers of the Tang army who attacked the city had this idea.

They braved the rain of swords, guns and arrows, and rolled the wood with gold juice, marching to death every step of the way.

After finally killing the city, Zheng Jun, who was just waiting for work, rushed down and killed him. No matter how brave the soldier was, he couldn't survive.

On the other hand, Zheng Jun had the advantage of defending the city and could rest and recuperate calmly.

"My sons, don't be afraid, the Tang army is not weak."

"In the past few days, you have also seen that we have killed many enemy troops and accumulated hundreds of heads."

"In the future, rewards will be given based on merit, money will be given and officials will be given, it's no big deal."

"Listen up, everyone. The Tang army is going to the city. The pioneers will make Minzhuang consume his energy, and then kill them. Don't forget to behead them."

One of the recruits asked, "Does Minzhuang's head also count?"

The leading general laughed loudly, "Why don't you count it? Don't waste it?"

On weekdays, it is commonplace to kill good people and take credit for their merits, not to mention when defending the city, those local people captured are worthless.

At the wall stacks, a soldier of the Zheng Army noticed the movement and shouted, "The Tang Army is coming again."

The general raised his hand and said, "Don't be confused. Look carefully. How many enemy soldiers are there?"

"One."

The general nodded, "With a thousand men and horses, it seems that the Tang army is going to fight tooth and nail."

"General, there are not a thousand, but only one."

The general was so angry that he slapped the soldier away and said, "Are you kidding me? I want to attack the city alone."

Under the city wall, Zhong Sheng was covered with iron spears, while Li Qingfeng and Monk Min stood on both sides.

"Brother Zhong, you are so strong!"

When they learned that Zhong Sheng was going to attack the city alone, they immediately rushed over to support him.

"Zhong Langjun, if you don't want me to let the young monk enter the city to try, can you surrender the Zheng army?"

"Don't try, it's useless."

Li Qingfeng shook his head. Zhong Sheng had finally convinced General Lu, but the opportunity was fleeting and there was no time.

Zhong Sheng took a deep breath and said, "You two, wait for my good news."

In the military formation at the back, siege engines, trebuchets, and hard crossbows were formed, facing the direction of the city head.

General Lu leads the army and will not place all his hopes on one person.

Zhong Sheng takes the lead. If he is defeated and dies, there are follow-up measures.

The sound of war drums seems to be bidding farewell to Zhong Sheng, and the air is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

"Kill!"

Zhong Sheng stepped forward step by step, and when he reached the bow and arrow range in front of the city wall, his head clattered, and a shower of arrows fell down.

"Shoot him."

Zhong Sheng lowered his head and avoided his eyes, only to hear the constant sound of rain hitting the lotus leaves.

When arrows fall on the body, they are either bounced away by the iron gun or hit the flesh, leaving no trace of scar.

He walked forward step by step, arrows shaking off his body, and his back was filled with countless arrows like dead grass.

"What an unparalleled warrior!"

In the rear camp, General Lu saw him and applauded.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Sheng had arrived at the city wall, but saw that the high wall was flat and there was nowhere to put any effort.

He took off the iron guns one by one and pierced them towards the wall.

One by one, the iron spears were sunk deep into the city wall, forming a series of ascending ladders.

Zhong Sheng held the ancient sword in his mouth, grabbed the iron spears, and leaped as fast as he could, like a monkey climbing over mountains and ridges.

Both the enemy and ourselves looked at this scene and felt it was incredible that the city wall that usually required many lives to be sacrificed was like walking on flat ground in front of Zhong Sheng.

"Hmm!"

Zhong Sheng climbed up the city wall and looked up to see a bed crossbow facing him.

Buzz!

The thick arrow hit the chest.

Zhong Sheng's footing was not stable and he was thrown off the city wall on the spot. His limbs were grabbed randomly, but there was no place to rely on.

General Zheng's army shouted loudly in his ears, "That's a great shot, I'll throw him to death."

If the ten-meter-high city wall falls down, you will either die or be disabled.

Many strong soldiers of the Tang army who had previously attacked the city suffered internal injuries from falling and died of coughing up blood in the middle of the night after returning to camp.

Boom!

The earth shook and the mountains shook, the city wall shook twice, and the bells fell to the ground, like a meteorite coming.

Tang Jun exclaimed for a while, with such momentum, the living people would be reduced to pieces, how could they survive?

General Lu looked regretful. It was a pity that he was only one step away from success.

He picked up his hand and was about to destroy the army and advance when suddenly...

"It's moving, it's moving."

Zhong Sheng turned over and jumped, grabbing the iron gun and climbing up again without losing any speed.

This time when he climbed to the top of the city, he grabbed the ancient sword and waved it.

Blood splattered everywhere, and four or five Zheng Army soldiers had their knees cut off, and they screamed on the ground holding their broken legs.

"I only kill soldiers, leave all the idlers behind."

Zhong Sheng jumped up and landed at the top of the city. The people around him were trembling and kept retreating.

"You are not allowed to retreat. Those who retreat will die."

Another Zheng Army soldier came over with a rolling log, trying to knock Zhong Sheng down.

Zhong Sheng raised his hand, grabbed the rolling log, and threw it out of the wall along with several soldiers like a piece of dead grass.

Screams rang out, and several soldiers fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"Kill him."

The voice of General Zheng's army was trembling. How could the Tang army have such a fierce general? He was simply inhuman.

Only King Garuda's skinned army can rival such terrifying monsters.

"The armored soldiers came out."

A tall and sturdy man came out of the battle, all strong men in the army, wearing iron armor, like a moving iron tower.

This is the elite of the army. He eats meat three times a day and carries dozens of kilograms of iron armor on his back. He is invulnerable on the battlefield.

Every time the siege reaches a critical moment, the armored soldiers will fight, playing the decisive role.

"Ah, oops!"

The young and strong soldiers on both sides who could not dodge were easily squeezed by the armored soldiers, fell to the ground and were trampled to death.

"Tear him to pieces."

General Zheng Jun roared at Zhong Sheng with murderous intent.

Zhong Sheng swung his fist and hit the armored soldier in the middle. The impact was unusual.

"Steel Armor!"

The armored soldier smiled ferociously, raised his steel knife and struck Zhong Sheng on the head, like a lamb being slaughtered.

As soon as I picked up the ancient sword, I held the steel blade, and the blade fell to the ground with a clatter.

The armored soldiers were still stunned. How could a hundred-forged steel knife be broken so easily?

The next moment, he felt severe pain in his chest. He looked down and saw Zhong Sheng's palm piercing the steel armor and crushing his heart.

Zhong Sheng threw the corpse away, swept across with his ancient sword, and cut off the armored soldiers coming from the side.

If we say that killing ordinary soldiers is like cutting tofu, these armored soldiers are just frozen tofu, adding a little resistance.

His steps were neither hasty nor slow, and with every step he took, he would kill someone, like a forest of armored soldiers falling down one after another.
To be continued...