In the middle of the night, when there was silence and only the sound of snoring one after another, suddenly a cannon rang out, as if a thunder exploded on the ground, and the four fields were shaken.

The wild fox opened his eyes suddenly, and heard a loud bang, the earth shook violently, and all the soldiers who had been sleeping soundly also sat up, they knew that this was the Tartar's red-coated cannon that began to bombard the city.

When I opened the tent door, I saw that the surroundings were already in chaos, and I could only hear people shouting in my ears, "The Tartars are coming! Don't sleep! The Tartars are coming......

I don't know who shouted, "Brothers, follow me to the city to kill the enemy!"

As if they had found the backbone, they stopped the noise, drew their swords and bows, and headed towards the source of the sound.

At this moment, although it was late at night, the wild fox suddenly understood what it meant to open the golden scales of the armor to the sun, and saw that the cold light reflected from the blade seemed to converge into a dragon, and swept towards the burning tower.

This was the first time that the wild fox had been on the battlefield, and it was precisely because of this that he was in a trance for a while, and he didn't know how to help.

For a moment, the sound of slashing, bows and crossbows, shelling, rolling wood and stones, and ash bottle cannons all rang out, and the lives of people were ruthlessly harvested like weeds.

Zhang Jue couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw his brothers and robes dying generously, and wanted to raise a knife to kill the thief, but his cheap master stood still and didn't move, so Zhang Jue naturally fell into a dilemma.

The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and after a few breaths, the menacing Qing army had torn a crack in the defenders on the city wall, and the Qing army continued to pour in, and the shouts of killing on the city almost resounded in the sky.

In the end, Zhang Jue could no longer stay calmly behind the wild fox, although he had fantasized that following the wild fox would save him from dying under the sword, but when he was really faced with a choice, he still couldn't watch his former comrades die under the tip of the knife safely.

Although the wild fox is just a cheap master, there is a way to be a teacher for one day and a father for life, so Zhang Jue knelt down on the ground and said: "Master, the disciple is going to go into battle to kill the enemy, you always protect yourself!"

After saying this, Zhang Jue wiped a handful of tears and got up and left, but he couldn't take a step under his feet, as if someone was grabbing his feet and neck with his hands.

Zhang Jue knew that this must be his master Yehu who was making trouble, and just wanted to ask him why he was like this, but saw Yehu give him a reassuring look.

Suddenly, Zhang Jue only felt that the wind between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped, and he knew that this was the silence before the mountain rain came.

After a few breaths, all the crossbowmen in the city felt that the feathered arrows in their hands and the feathered arrows stuck in the quiver were all trembling.

Between the lightning and flint, a fierce wind seemed to be born from the ground, carrying black feather arrows into the sky.

At this moment, everyone in the city looked up at the black tornado that went straight to the sky, and even the Manchu and Han soldiers who were originally fighting on the city forgot their hatred for the time being, and raised their heads to look at the sky.

The tornado is getting bigger and bigger, and all the weapons in the city are swept into the air, and Duodu, who is in the middle of the army's dispatch on the other side, also saw this vision, but the strange thing is that Duodu's face did not show a panicked color, as if the wild fox turned against him and did not pose any threat to him.

Seeing that the boss did not order Mingjin to withdraw his troops, all the leaders around him had no choice but to look at their noses and noses, and only hoped that their sons and daughters would be less damaged, after all, in this troubled world, only the soldiers in their hands can have confidence when they talk more.

On the contrary to the Qing army, the generals of Nanming were extremely excited, laughing and laughing as if the battle had been completely won, and the two Shi brothers were enjoying the respect of everyone at the moment, after all, such a strong immortal reinforcement was invited by his two brothers.

With this credit, the two will definitely be prosperous and prosperous in the future, although I don't know how long this Nanming official can be, but as the old saying goes, when a monk hits the clock for a day, it doesn't matter if he will flood tomorrow.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more weapons wrapped in the wind, and in the end, even the whistling wind can no longer be heard, only the sound of gold and iron made by the weapons colliding with each other, and the sparks from the collision of iron tools will reflect the black tornado into the fire tree and silver flowers, which is very beautiful.

Suddenly, just as the black dragon was bright, the wind suddenly dispersed, and weapons of different forms poured down like a curtain of rain pouring down, and the rain of arrows covered the sky, like a large galloping dark cloud.

The rain of arrows came in an instant, like a storm crashing on the shore under the city, and only the sound of the humming of locusts crossing the border was left between heaven and earth, and the dull sound of sharp weapons penetrating the body.

Under the power of the Huanghuang arrows, there has long been no distinction between the Han people, inside and outside the city wall, all the living beings tried their best to hide under the cover and trembled, those who had no time to find the cover had to pull up a corpse in front of them, and even more shocked directly pulled the living people next to them in front of them.

It's a pity that the flesh and blood can't stop the sharp arrows from piercing through the air, and these people who use corpses or companions as shields without exception all die tragically under the rain of arrows in the sky.

Although the lethality and efficiency of the wild fox are very amazing, and the coverage is extremely wide, but it is a real way of fighting against the enemy and me, those generals who only need to give orders may not hesitate to spare the soldiers under their command, in their eyes, as long as they can stop the Tartar outside this Yingtian City, it is already a Buddha of ten thousand families, what about a dead person?

But Zhang Jue doesn't think so, although these people who died under the arrows have enemies, they also have siblings, and he never wants to agree with this kind of fighting style of injuring the enemy by one thousand and losing eight hundred.

"Master, you quickly collect the supernatural powers, or don't let those feather arrows shoot at your own family!"

Zhang Jue's crying voice pulled the wild fox out of the demon's stunning, since he transformed into a human cultivator and cultivated qi, in order to pay attention to heaven, earth and people, he rarely kills on weekdays, and tonight's killing ring is wide open, which suddenly makes his demons who are deliberately suppressed on weekdays restless, and almost disturbs his mind.

If it weren't for Zhang Jue's voice, I don't know what catastrophe the wild fox will cause after it becomes a demon, and he accepts Zhang Jue as an apprentice, and Zhang Jue wakes himself up at a critical time.

After the wild fox regained his clarity, he also found that his momentum was too great, and he couldn't imagine that this demon was so powerful, and now it seems that it is impossible not to alarm the cicada catcher.

Zhang Jue saw that his eyes were clear, but his eyes were still a little sloppy and he didn't know where to look, so he hurriedly said, "Master, you take care of those arrows!"