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Looking at these people who were determined to die, Han Da couldn't help but feel admiration.

"What's your plan?"

The slaves began to talk, mainly about digging pits that were narrow at the top and wide at the bottom in the vicinity, and then connecting them together.

This was used frequently in battles among the Turks.

The Turks also made them dig, so these people all know how to dig this pit.

After listening to the slaves' descriptions, Han Da immediately thought of a description of a "foxhole" in the book Xiao Ce had written for him.

The slaves said that the biggest problem now was that they needed shovels, lots of shovels!

Han Da said to them, "We have shovels, enough for each of you!"

As he spoke, Han Da ordered the soldiers on the city wall to carry entrenching tools!

These small shovels were made by people from the 39 cities of the four prefectures in the northern desert under Xiao Ce's orders, and were considered one of the individual soldier's equipment.

Previously, Han Da didn't quite understand the purpose of this entrenching tool. After all, in combat, it was faster to use a knife to cut people than to use an entrenching tool to hit them.

In retrospect, it really did play a significant role.

Under Han Da's command.

After throwing the entrenching tools to them, the slaves, in a group, raised their shields to block the other side's view.

Those behind the shields started digging holes again!

While they were busy, the Turks on one side of the horse trap were also busy!

Both sides are making intensive preparations.

The Turkic army had now pressed forward in full force and was even helping them cut down trees.

After deploying all their catapults, they did not rush to attack.

Instead, they decided to wait until the road to the horse trap was leveled before launching a full-scale attack.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate for a while, and then it gradually got dark.

These slaves are indeed seasoned veterans. Who would have thought that the hard labor that the Turks forced them to do back then has now become one of their skills!

During the meal, Han Da was not stingy and arranged for them to have the best wine and meat, which were then sent down in a hanging basket.

Han Da watched as the Turks opposite him also set up their cooking pots and prepared meals.

He knew very well that this was likely the last battle for these slaves beneath the city walls.

"Gentlemen, you still have a chance to enter the city! The Turks seem unwilling to linger here any longer; they appear prepared to launch a full-scale attack to decide the fate of the world in one battle! At that time, you will be completely exposed, and facing these iron hooves, you will have no chance of survival!"

One of the slaves, drinking wine and eating meat, said, "General Han! With so many soldiers, will you run away if the city falls?"

Han Da said from the city wall, "Unless I die, I will not let them break through the city! I promised the prince that as long as I live, the city will stand! Even if I die, the city must stand! The tens of thousands of us who defend the city had already written our wills for our families the moment we entered Yanbei City!"

Seeing this, the slaves said, "General Han, we're all going to die anyway! We won't go into the city! We'll hide in this pit and wait for them to come over so we can cut off their horses' hooves! Then we'll come out and catch them off guard! We've been cowards for so many years, let's fight them! Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus!"

"That's right! Those spies we have in the city might cause you trouble. We'll stay outside! Let's fight them! Let's do it!"

Han Da was deeply moved: "Mobei will never forget you!"

...

Less than half an hour later.

Mos Ashina shouted from one side of the horse-trapping pit, "You scum of the Xiao Kingdom on the other side, your death is nigh!"

"Turkic warriors! Turkic eagles, charge!"

At Morse's shout, the catapults started firing.

Huge stones were hurled from the catapults toward the shields outside the city.

Hearing the giant corpse slicing through the air with a piercing scream, the slaves immediately shouted, "Get out of the way of the rocks..."

bang bang bang...

Suddenly, dozens of huge rocks crashed down heavily towards the slaves outside the city gate.

The falling boulder caused a series of violent tremors.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The slaves burrowed underground like moles, getting their mouths full of mud.

Of course, some unlucky ones were buried alive when the ground collapsed due to the impact.

In the second round, they smashed the stones towards the position on the city wall.

While the catapults were attacking and providing cover, their army placed trees on the site of the huge horse trap, and soon after, a wide bridge was built there.

The Turks found that the shields had been shattered by huge stones, and no longer saw any living slaves on the ground outside the city.

Mos Ashina burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Those vermin didn't even leave behind their corpses! They were all smashed into mincemeat! Kill them!"

The shield-bearing cavalry, carrying rattan shields, began to clear the way, followed closely by the main army, a dark mass of Turkic cavalry, like locusts.

Han Da, standing on the city wall, shouted sternly, "All soldiers, fire the fire arrows!"

All the soldiers defending the city launched their fire arrows, which were covered in oil!

The rockets illuminated the entire battlefield in a fiery red glow.

Most of the rockets in this round were blocked by the vine shields, but the vine shields were subsequently ignited.

The Turkic catapults never stopped.

Some soldiers were firing arrows to block the enemy one second, and the next second they were struck by boulders, losing half their bodies...

The soldier who was filling in immediately took the bow and continued.

The shield-bearers charged quickly; as the vanguard, they soon reached a large, pitted plain outside the city.

Before they could react, the slaves who had been hiding in the pit emerged like moles.

He chopped off the horse's leg with one stroke!

The shield-bearer fell off his horse. Seeing this, he used one hand to hold his rattan shield to protect himself from the rain of arrows, and with the other hand, he swung his heavy hammer and smashed it heavily onto the head of the slave who had just appeared.

Half of their heads were instantly smashed off. Just then, another slave with a machete appeared behind them and slashed at the shield rider.

However, as the elite force of the Ashina tribe, their armor was extremely tough; when a blade was slashed at them, the back of the blade bounced off.

The shield-bearer reacted quickly, wielding his heavy hammer and smashing the slave to the ground with a backhand strike.

Such scenes played out repeatedly on the scene, with four or five thin slaves, determined to die, rushing towards the tall, muscular shield-bearer cavalrymen who were as big as giants.

The men on the city wall kept firing at the cavalry charging like a tidal wave from behind, while the men were so caught up in the fighting below that they couldn't launch any effective attacks!

The slaves used their own flesh and blood to hold onto the shield-bearing cavalry, preventing them from attacking the city walls!

"General Han, forget about us! These bastards' armor is too tough! Throw rocks at them! Pour oil on them! Forget about us!" A slave, clinging tightly to the heavy hammer in the shield rider's hand, cried out in pain, his face already dented.

"General Han, don't worry about us! We can't hold them off any longer... We can't die in vain! These shield-bearing cavalry are too tough..."

The slaves were practically begging for Handa to launch an indiscriminate attack!

Because they underestimated the offensive and defensive capabilities of this elite unit...

Even with seven or eight men, they couldn't kill a single shield-bearer. Despite their determination to die, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

We can only slow down their offensive pace.

Some slaves at the rear rushed to the city walls, shouting, "General Han... pour oil on us! We'll fight them! We don't want to die in vain! At least one of us has to die! General Han! Give the order!"

At this moment, Han Da, who was standing on the city wall, was covered in blood. This blood was not his own, but that of the soldiers beside him.

A huge rock just now crashed down, hitting the soldier next to him, splattering blood and flesh all over him.

He listened to the screams of agony below the city walls, and the painful wails coming from the walls themselves.

He underestimated the intensity of the Turkic attack!

His face was grim, and he shouted in a voice that was almost a roar:

"Pour kerosene! Pour kerosene down below the city walls!"