The ghost clansmen who rushed to the front without any siege equipment suddenly jumped up and smashed the wooden stick in their hands into the city wall of Longxi City.

However, this did not end there, and the soldiers defending the city were stunned, and then the second ghost tribesman jumped high, and actually jumped on the wooden stick that had just been inserted into the city wall, and then inserted the wooden stick in his hand into the city wall again in the same way as before.

A moment later, there were wooden sticks all over the city walls of Longxi City, like siege ladders, and those sturdy ghost people were even more flat on the wooden sticks.

Standing on the tower, Lin Jinrong frowned when he saw this scene. He thought that the ghost clan's human body was capable of surpassing people, but he didn't expect that the horror was so much, it was only a half-pillar of incense in the world, and the fifteen-meter-high wall was already about to be climbed by the ghost clan.

Seeing that the murderous ghost people were about to ascend to the top of the city, well-trained archers took the place of the siege crossbows, burrowed into the arrows, and shot arrows under the walls, and the sharp arrows rushed down the walls like the screams of death.

Arrows are less powerful, but they do more damage.

Patches of arrows rained down on the city, and many of the Ghost Clansmen fell under the city wall with arrows, but more arrows fell on the strong bodies of the Oni Clansmen and did not seem to cause much damage, they pulled out the long arrows that were shot into their bodies and threw them at the wall, and those soldiers who had not even reacted were hit by the arrows after shooting, and then fell to the ground injured, or fell down the city wall. The Lin family's army finally suffered casualties in this offensive and defensive battle.

At the beginning of the war, the casualties were so great that Shaodian couldn't accept them.

The Oni Clan launched a fierce assault from various positions on the western city wall, and the sky was filled with haze, which was a rain of arrows blocking the light.

The ghost warriors indulge in the primeval wildness that comes from the depths of their bodies. They shouted with all their might, shouted with all their might, jumped on their sticks, and struck at the head of the city without dying.

Finally, the first Oni people climbed the wall.

The smell of blood and the body covered with hair appeared in front of Lin Jiajun at close range for the first time, and those who got close could even see the bloodshot eyes on the miserable white faces.

Like a tiger burrowing into a flock of sheep, its huge body instantly threw the two archers behind the arrow from the wall as soon as it entered the wall, without even giving them a chance to scream.

The Lin family army, who was shocked by this powerful combat power, came back to their senses in an instant, and several Canghai knives slashed into the lower plate of this ghost clansman, and the ghost clan fell on the city wall with a wail, and then was stomped into meat paste.

Lin Jinrong's heart on the tower was torn together, and he breathed a sigh of relief after watching the ghost clansman who pounced on the city fall to the ground.

"It's too fast, faster than I ever imagined. Lin Jinrong's hands holding the railing were tightly squeezed together, and his joints were pale.

More and more ghosts in their prime climbed the city walls. The head of the city instantly became the main battlefield of this war.

Flags fluttered over the city, and defenders from all directions pounced on the place where the ghost people had boarded. And under the city, the dense ghost people who can't see the end at a glance are also flocking here under the cover of the people in the city.

The cultivators finally participated in this war, and they flew through the crowd, knocking off those strong ghost clansmen who could not be solved by the Lin family's army.

Obviously, this time the ghost people used unprecedented power. The black pressed human head covered the wasteland outside Longxi City like ants, like thousands of ants, crawling up densely.

The Oni people concentrated all their energy in one place, vowing to open a gap in the one near the corner.

As a result, in this land with a radius of only a few tens of meters, in just half an hour, hundreds of warriors had already fallen. There are those of the Lin family, and there are also people of the ghost clan.

A small area became a meat grinder, and life kept filling in and bursting out.

Those who come in are all whole, and those who go out have mostly lost the luster of life.

The banner of the Lin family army fluttered in the wind at this moment, and the soldiers ran and shouted angrily, dancing vigorously to raise their last fighting spirit, and swaying the blood and tears under the shadow of swords and guns.

The wails filled all directions, and the strong ghost people opened the gap in the city tower with an irresistible momentum.

Lin Jinrong's brows furrowed more and more, obviously, the strength of the ghost clan had greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Let the people of the Ye Yang family block the road, and don't let the ghost people enter the city. Lin Jinrong still calmly gave the order, and he was fully prepared, of course, he would not be defeated by this strength.

The herald behind Lin Jinrong immediately raised the green flag in his hand, and Ye Yang Shiyi, who had been waiting for orders in the west of the city, received his own order and led the team towards the nearest road.

The shouting and killing there was particularly fierce, and his intuition told him that it was the main battlefield today.

Sure enough, before he entered the road, the soldiers of the Lin family army were torn apart by the ghost clan and thrown out, and a layer of corpses had been laid on the narrow city wall.

Ye Yang Eleven's heart was horrified, this battle had not been fought for long before it had been fought so fiercely, even the ghost clan people seemed to be very different from a few days, everyone seemed to be beaten with chicken blood. This is the Lin family army, known as the number one in the world, defending against the enemy on the city wall, if it was replaced by the people behind him, I am afraid that it would have been defeated long ago.

This was the first time Ye Yang Eleven had seen so many ghost clansmen attack at the same time.

After the Lin family army put the ghost people who broke into the city wall into the road, they no longer cared about them, but tried their best to block the city wall.

The more than 100 ghost clansmen who were put into the Yongdao shouted and rushed towards Ye Yang 11 and the Northern Qin army behind him.

Ye Yang Eleven's body trembled at the loud sound of the ghost clan's feet falling to the ground, and the hand holding the sword tightened.

The Canghua Sword was already out of his body before the ghost people could get close, and he broke away, cutting off his head in the disbelief of the ghost people.

The towering tree-like body collapsed, slapping the dust out of the stone bricks of the city wall, and the blood gushing out from the neck flowed down the cracks in the stone bricks into the distance.

The next moment inside the corridor also became a hell on earth.

The corpses of the cultivator and the ghost clan and the Lin family army and the Northern Qin army were intertwined with blood and water, and the stumps flew sideways, and it was impossible to tell who the arm that flew in the next moment belonged, and the life of a cultivator who was as noble as an ant fly was also as cheap as an ant at this moment.

The war continues in torment.

In the trembling blood light, countless souls rose and jumped, adding a treacherous and murderous aura to this increasingly dim sky.

More than 100 ghost clansmen in Yongdao were finally killed by the Northern Qin soldiers led by Yeyang Eleven.

The corpses of five hundred Northern Qin soldiers were left in the corridor.

The corpses were stacked on top of each other, and there was not even a decent place to put their feet.

Ye Yang Eleven took off the helmet that was still dripping with blood, turned around and looked like a person standing on a high platform, and grinned.

Blood, splashing and dancing in wailing, a desolate and desperate scream, became the last swan song of life.

The battle on the city walls did not end with the end of the local war in the corridors. But it was in a state of anxiety, team after team of Lin family soldiers rushed to the city regardless of life and death, one after another ghost clan young people were not afraid of death and jumped on the city, the war became an unusually real war of attrition, and the hearts of the leaders of both sides were dripping blood, but no one had the intention of giving up.

If Lin Jinrong gives up, the ghost clan will drive straight in, and if Shaodian gives up, the blood of the people who have been sacrificed from the siege of the city to the present will be in vain, and every life of the ghost clan is so precious.