Shuhan

After a short rest for a day, the morale of the Wei army recovered a little, but fatigue was still deeply engraved on the face of every soldier.

The next morning, as soon as the sky turned pale, the military camp was already busy.

The Wei army soldiers cut down trees all night long. The thumping sounds echoed in the silent night like the prelude to war drums.

They used the wood to quickly build towering ladders, and each wooden strip carried their desire for victory.

However, due to the blocked roads, the march was difficult, and other siege equipment such as battering rams and catapults, except for a small number that could be hastily built on the spot, most of them were still trapped in Chenliu, and it was unknown when they could be transported to the front line.

Under the city of Junyi, the Wei army was lined up like a forest. Although their morale was high, they could not hide the fatigue and anxiety in their eyes.

The generals, dressed in iron armor and holding long swords, shuttled between the troops to boost morale. Their voices were hoarse and firm as they tried to suppress every trace of uneasiness in their hearts.

The soldiers were either standing or sitting, some were busy sharpening their swords, while others were silently checking their equipment. Everyone's face was filled with complex emotions about the upcoming battle - both the desire for victory and the fear of the unknown.

In Junyi City, the Han army also faced severe tests.

On the city walls, the guards were on high alert, but their equipment was inadequate.

After days of preparation, supplies for defending the city, such as arrows, rolling logs, stones, and kerosene, were barely enough.

They looked at the dark mass of Wei troops outside the city with mixed feelings.

The generals knew very well that this battle to defend the city would be an extremely brutal contest, and they would probably have to use lives to buy that glimmer of hope.

As the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and illuminated the entire battlefield, the sound of a horn suddenly rang out, long and passionate, like a war horn, awakening the wildness and fighting spirit in the hearts of both sides.

The sound of war drums followed closely behind, pounding on everyone's heart as if to boil their blood.

To the sound of drums, the Wei soldiers, holding shields and carrying ladders, rushed towards the city wall like a tide. Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step was on the brink of life and death.

The Han army defenders had already been ready for action. When the Wei army approached, a rain of arrows poured down like a dense black cloud, whizzing through the air. Accompanied by the screams of the Wei army, the first wave of attack began to show results.

Immediately afterwards, rolling logs and stones fell one after another. Some of them hit the ladders directly, destroying them; others hit the Wei soldiers, smashing them into a bloody mess.

After the kerosene was ignited, it slid down the ladder like a fire dragon, burning the climbing Wei soldiers so that they cried for their parents and wailed everywhere.

However, the Wei army did not retreat. They knew that this battle was a matter of life and death and they had to go all out.

Under the command of the generals, the Wei army constantly adjusted its tactics. One part of the soldiers was responsible for containing the rain of arrows from the Han army, while the other part used shields to cover themselves and continued to charge forward carrying ladders.

Every time the ladders collapsed and every time a soldier fell, it seemed like a test of the Wei army's will, but they never gave up.

Time passed day by day, and the siege entered its third day.

The Han army's city defense equipment had been almost used up, their arrows were gone, and there were only a few rolling logs and stones left.

As a result, the defense of the city suddenly weakened, and the Wei army took the opportunity to intensify their offensive, with more and more soldiers climbing up the city wall using ladders.

On the city wall, the Han army and the Wei army engaged in a desperate fight, with swords flashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Although the Han army was elite and had high morale, their physical strength was gradually exhausted and they suffered heavy casualties in the continuous fighting.

The Han army in the city saw that the situation was becoming increasingly critical, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes.

They knew very well that if they did not retreat now, the entire Junyi City would fall into the hands of the Wei army.

So they quickly organized the remaining elite troops and prepared for a final counterattack.

These Han army soldiers were all wearing heavy armor, holding long spears, and their faces were full of determination and indomitable spirit.

Like an unstoppable torrent, they rushed towards the Wei troops who had already climbed up the city walls and engaged in close hand-to-hand combat with them.

The battle became more and more brutal, and every place on the city wall was filled with blood and killing.

Although the Han army soldiers were brave, the numerical advantage of the Wei army gradually put them into trouble.

Some Han soldiers were hit by the long swords of the Wei army, blood gushing out, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, waving their weapons; some were entangled by the Wei army, unable to escape, and could only watch their comrades fall one by one.

However, even in such a desperate situation, the Han army never gave up.

They supported and encouraged each other, using up their last bit of strength to resist the attack of the Wei army.

Under the city wall, although the Wei army launched a fierce attack, they were gradually shocked by the tenacity of the Han army.

They began to realize that this battle was not just a simple siege, but also a contest of will and courage.

As time went on, the battle on the city wall gradually became more intense.

The figures of the Han army soldiers were looming in the smoke and fire. Their faces and bodies were covered with blood and mud, but their eyes were still firm and bright.

Finally, under the tenacious resistance of the Han army soldiers, the offensive of the Wei army gradually slowed down.

They began to realize that it would not be easy to capture the city in a short period of time.

The Han army in the city also took this opportunity to quickly reorganize their troops and prepare for the next round of battle.

Junyi City has now become a meat grinder and a hell on earth.

On the city wall, there were corpses and blood of both sides everywhere; below the city wall, the Wei army and the Han army were facing each other.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, making it almost impossible to breathe.

However, even so, neither side retreated or showed any fear.

They knew that this battle would determine their fate and the ownership of this land.

Cao Zhen stood on the high ground outside Junyi City, his eyes were as sharp as torches, but he could not hide the anxiety in his heart.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto his armor, reflecting a cold light.

In the distance, the siege was in full swing, but the situation was not going as he wished.

On the city wall, the figures of the Han army guards were as solid as rocks, and every charge of the Wei army seemed to hit an invisible barrier, resulting in heavy casualties.

The deputy general's figure hurried over, breaking Cao Zhen's meditation again.

"General, the losses in the front army have reached 3,000. We have been ordered to retreat and rest."

The deputy general's voice was low and rapid, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Cao Zhen's brows furrowed tightly, as if he could hold back the flying dust.

He was silent for a moment, and the deputy general continued: "The right army lost 2,000 and is currently on standby. The morale is low. The rear army... the rear army lost 4,000 and its organization has been disrupted. It has now been transferred to the central army to strengthen the offensive."

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Cao Zhen's heart.

He knew very well that the accumulation of casualties not only weakened the army's combat effectiveness, but also silently eroded morale.

The joy of winning the first battle has now been overshadowed by the heavy casualties, and even deserters have begun to appear in the army.

This was not only a military failure, but also a test of Cao Zhen's will.

However, Cao Zhen was not someone who would easily admit defeat. He took a deep breath, and as his chest rose and fell, he seemed to be able to hear the roar deep in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Attack the city!"

He said fiercely, his voice was not loud, but full of unquestionable firmness.
"Attack the city regardless of the consequences! I don't want casualties, I just want Jun Yi!"

In order to capture this impregnable city, Cao Zhen tried almost every means possible.

He sent spies into the city in an attempt to undermine the Han army's defenses from within; he sent envoys to the foot of the city to persuade the Han generals to surrender in the hope of defeating the enemy without a fight; he ordered his soldiers to dig tunnels in an attempt to break through the city; he even resorted to fire attacks, hoping to destroy the city walls with the power of flames.

However, Junyi City is like a stubborn reef, standing firm no matter how hard the wind and waves hit it.

The siege lasted for several days, from sunrise to sunset.

Cao Zhen's face looked more resolute due to days of hard work, but his eyes could not hide the fatigue.

His armor was covered in dust and blood, but he still stood straight, at the forefront, commanding every attack.

His voice became hoarse from shouting for a long time, but every command was clear and powerful, as if it could penetrate the noise of the battlefield and reach the hearts of every soldier.

Under the leadership of Cao Zhen, although the Wei soldiers were exhausted, they still gritted their teeth and charged forward.

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Their figures were looming in the smoke and flames, and every charge seemed like a race against death.

However, no matter how hard they tried, Junyi City remained impregnable, like an insurmountable fortress.

Cao Zhen looked at the indestructible city wall and couldn't help feeling an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

He knew very well that if this continued, morale would completely collapse and he would lose his last chance of winning.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with determination and ruthlessness.

"Pass the order!" he shouted loudly, and his voice echoed on the battlefield.

"All soldiers, attack the city regardless of the consequences! No matter if you live or die, you must die under the city of Junyi!"

His voice was hoarse and firm, as if every word contained infinite power.

When the soldiers heard this, although they were filled with fear and anxiety, they still gritted their teeth and rushed towards the seemingly insurmountable city wall.

The siege broke out again, and the Wei army soldiers rushed towards the city wall like a mad torrent, desperately.

They climbed ladders, dug tunnels, threw torches... they used every means possible to try to break into the city.

The Han army defenders were like tenacious rocks, holding on to every inch of land and fighting back the Wei army's attacks with rain of arrows, rolling logs, and stones.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames.

The figures of the soldiers were looming in the smoke, and every charge seemed to be a brush with death.

However, no matter how hard the Wei army tried, Junyi City still stood, as if mocking their incompetence.

Cao Zhen stood on the high ground, looking at the battlefield filled with smoke, his heart filled with helplessness and unwillingness.

He knew very well that this battle had exceeded his expectations and was beyond his capabilities.

However, he could not retreat or give up, because behind him was the territory of Wei and the expectations of the people; in his heart was the persistence and desire for victory.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on the sword.

He looked at Junyi City with a determined gaze and swore secretly in his heart: No matter what the cost, he would capture this city!

And beyond the distant horizon, the Han army in Hanoi, under the astute command of Hao Zhao, had quietly arrived at Suanzao.

The winter wind was as cold as a knife, but an unquenchable flame burned in Hao Zhao's heart.

He knew very well that speed was of the essence in war, especially in this icy and snowy environment. Any moment of hesitation could mean a reversal of the tide of battle.

Therefore, even in this difficult environment, Hao Zhao insisted that the troops march as quickly as possible, taking every step with firm determination, as if they were racing against time.

Hao Zhao had a resolute expression on his face and his eyes revealed an indomitable light.

His beard was a little messy due to the cold wind, but his eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with wisdom and determination.

He was wearing heavy armor, but he did not look bulky at all. Instead, every step he took seemed so steady and powerful.

Under his leadership, the Han soldiers were tired but in high spirits. They knew that as long as they followed Hao Zhao, there would be no difficulties that they could not overcome.

In the snow, the Han army's footsteps were winding and tortuous, like a giant dragon awakening from the sleeping earth and moving slowly forward.

Hao Zhao looked back at the long team from time to time. The longer they could reach Junyi, the greater the chance of victory. For this goal, they would be willing to endure hardships and difficulties.

While on the march, a letter for help from Junyi illuminated Hao Zhao's heart like a ray of warm sunshine in winter.

He carefully opened the letter, and the familiar handwriting came into view. The words revealed Wei Yan's tenacity and indomitable spirit, but at the same time also revealed a hint of imperceptible anxiety.

Hao Zhao frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

He knew very well that the defenders of Junyi were all iron-blooded men. The fact that they had been able to hold on until now proved that the situation was not hopeless.

"Pass the order down and order a small group of troops to escort food and supplies and continue heading towards Junyi." Hao Zhao's voice was low and powerful.

Food and fodder are the lifeline of war and must be ensured to be foolproof.

At the same time, he also realized that relying solely on food support was far from enough. In order to truly turn the tide of the war, he must achieve a surprise victory.

So, Hao Zhao made a bold decision.

He took 3,000 elite infantry and cavalry, quietly changed his marching route, made a big detour, and prepared to attack the Wei army's rear.

This was a risky move, but Hao Zhao was full of confidence.

He knew very well that war was not only a contest of strength, but also a competition of wisdom and courage.

And this time, he will use his wisdom to win a real victory for the Han army.

Hao Zhao's gaze was firm and deep, as if he had penetrated through the layers of fog and seen the future victory.

He tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and the sword blade flashed with cold light, as cold and firm as his determination.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength in this moment.

"My boys, follow me!"

Hao Zhao's voice resounded through the sky. He led the elite infantry and cavalry, rushing towards the rear of the Wei army like an unstoppable torrent.

Their figures were looming in the snow, mysterious like ghosts.

In the snow, Hao Zhao and the elite infantrymen gradually walked away. (End of this chapter)