Chapter 363

Catapults are not cannons after all!

The constraints of range and angle are too great, making Lin Yang's tactics unable to be exerted!

Fourth year of Chuping, late September, Yuan army camp.

"Haha, the catapults in the Wengcheng have all been removed, I want to see what else this Lin Ziyuan has to stop me!"

After spending a whole month, Yuan Gonglu's army successfully approached Lin Yang's city!

The catapults in the Wengcheng, Yuan Gonglu used human lives to fill them, and also filled them up!

As for those weird glass shields, Yuan Gonglu had never paid attention to them!

With those few glass shields, moving slowly, as long as his army doesn't attack and goes around that square formation, they can be safe and sound!

"Order Lu Bu, starting tomorrow, the army will attack the city!"

During this period, the refugees in Yuzhou have already migrated to Xuzhou!

The food supply for his army has also had some problems!

"My lord, the food supply for the army hasn't arrived yet, should we wait!"

The army has been attacking Xuzhou City for a month, the soldiers under Lin Yang have suffered heavy casualties, and the catapults have been broken!

Their situation is not much better!

The soldiers are exhausted from continuous fighting, and without meat to replenish their physical strength, it is difficult to maintain combat effectiveness!

"Meat, where do you want me to get meat for them!"

Yuan Gonglu frowned, and a look of anger appeared on his face!

Locust plagues are everywhere, and there is really not much left to eat in Yuzhou!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to fight Xuzhou!

"My lord, there are refugees walking around nearby!"

Yan Xiang on the side frowned and thought for a while, then reminded him!

Just one sentence, Yuan Gonglu's expression became extremely ugly!

After a long time, Yan Xiang secretly walked out of the tent and ran towards a place in the camp!

And at the same time, in Xia Qiu City on the other side.

"My lord, since the fierce battle this month, there are twenty-five thousand six hundred wounded soldiers in the city, and eleven thousand eight hundred and sixty-two dead!"

Listening to the situation in the army reported by Lu Su, Lin Yang also couldn't help but gasp!

He knew that the casualty ratio of this kind of fighting to the death was high, but this was a bit too high, right!

The number of dead and wounded is nearly forty thousand!

"Cough cough, my lord, the dead are mainly those soldiers in the Wengcheng!"

Guo Jia on the side coughed lightly and also said heavily!

Nearly eight thousand people fought to the death in the Wengcheng and did not retreat, killing at least fifteen thousand Yuan army soldiers!

Even until death, those soldiers were still shouting to die for the lord!

Listening to Guo Jia's account, Lin Yang's eyes were slightly red, and a fire of anger surged up!

"Order the three armies to rest for three days!"

"Three days later, fight a decisive battle to the death with the Yuan army!"