As expected, the Turks attacked Jinyong City at nightfall after the rain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The barbarians were so ferocious that they did not intend to occupy the city at all, but smashed open the gates of the city with siege engines and catapults as if they were raiding the borders, and then rode their horses through the gaps in the gates.

The sound of fighting and screaming made Jinyong City like a purgatory in a sea of fire.

"Shut the gates, shut the gates!" The commander on the city wall raised his sword and roared vigorously, he wanted to close the door and beat the dogs of the Turks who entered the city, but this wolf pack entered the sheepfold, how could it be easily expelled? The defenders of Jinyong City fought to the death, but they were defeated and retreated, and the streets that had just rained were covered with blood, and the blood of the stream collected in the ditches on the side of the street, dyed scarlet.

The Turks outside the city were unwilling to be blocked outside the city walls, and pushed the siege carts to the weak point of the Jinyong defenders, intending to smash another entrance to the city walls.

With a cloud-piercing arrow, the Western Liang army, which was hiding in the tunnels of the tomb, was ordered to dispatch. I saw that they were all dressed in patina armor, night clothes, and hideous masks on their faces, and thousands of people seemed to emerge from under the ground out of thin air to surround the rear of the Turkic army, which immediately frightened the Turkic cavalry into a cold sweat.

"My lord, this 。。。。。。 This shouldn't be the evil ghost who is asking for his life out of the underworld!" The Jin Yong guards who fought the city gate also trembled when they looked at the thousands of strange soldiers who were covered in green light, and the defenders in the city suffered heavy casualties, but such ghost soldiers suddenly appeared outside the city.

"Kill me !!!! boss, the one who kills more than ten enemies is the captain, and the one who kills more than twenty people is the team leader, if you go any further, it depends on the ability of the brothers!" shouted a man wearing an evil fox mask. The man's voice was clear and his body was slender, and he was Yan Rin who had been training this new army in the tomb for the past few days.

"Killing !!!!!!" morale is a hundred times, and in the future, they will be an upright army, the system of the army, and conquer the world, which is what Elder Changgong allowed them to do.

The Turkic cavalry was numerous, but it was blindfolded by this sudden and strange change. Looking at those ghost soldiers covered in patina is even more terrifying, this armor looks like it has been some years, and the face armor is covered with moss patina, as if the ghost eyes of countless pairs of copper bells are really staring straight at them.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~h The Turks believe in witchcraft and ghosts and gods the most, and there are many of them, but they are all timid, even though there are only a few thousand people on the other side, they can face such a strange thing, and they all retreated.

"Soldiers, the Yin soldiers of this place are here to help us! Even the king of Yama can't see the miserable situation of our Jinyong City!!!! kill me~~~~~~~ drive these barbarians out~~~~~~~~~~~" The guards on the city gate roared, and the soldiers of Jinyong boosted their morale and fought more bloodily, and beat the Turks who climbed up to the top of the city again. The tide of the battle, which had been turned to the side and almost slaughtered the city, has subtly changed.

"Big brother, it's our people screaming outside the city!" said Amorti as he shot down a group of defenders, carrying a package containing jewels in his hand, and leaned out of the city.

"Hmph, Qi people, this is the end of the crossbow, let's rob what should be robbed, and then go to the city gate and kill it back!

"Yes!" Ama whipped his whip, and the Turks who followed him were red-eyed with the looted money and treasures in their arms.

When Zi Mo led the five hundred iron cavalry of the Qi army to the outside of Jinyong City, the battle was in full swing, and the flames were soaring to the sky. This is the first time that the brothers of Xiliang Mountain have fought, but they are also fierce and fierce. Yan Rin and Che Yan both told him that the bandits in Xiliang Mountain were good at fighting on foot in the mountains, and with a little time, they would be able to become a strong infantry that complemented the iron cavalry of the Qi army. Sure enough, as soon as the Western Liang army saw that the five hundred silver-armored iron horsemen were approaching, they slashed all the way, opening a hole for Zimo to get close to the city gate. The light horsemen were like white horses through the gap to kill the enemy troops who entered the city, and the Turks were outnumbered, and the five hundred iron horsemen were only like scratching the traces of the waves, and as soon as they approached the city gate, they were blocked by heavy enemy troops behind them.

"Guard Jin Yong, open the city gate quickly!" Zi Mo shouted with his horse thrown up.

"Who is coming!!!! The soldiers of Jinyong City are tired of fighting, and the Turkic enemy soldiers in the city have already caused them heavy losses, how can they still let people who come from unknown places in! Moreover, this light cavalry team is very strange, the hundreds of soldiers behind them are dressed as Qi army, but the people leading the army in front are the same as the Yin soldiers of Nadifu. Bronze green and hideous, such a ghost soldier led the iron horse to rush over, which made people shudder.

"General, don't be careless! The barbarians are cunning, they must be pretending to be reinforcements to let us fall for the scheme!" The soldiers on the city gate had scorched faces and were covered with blood, and Jin Yongcheng resisted the 40,000 Turkic army with his own strength, and he was already like a frightened bird, where could he calmly distinguish between the enemy and me.

"I'm Gao Changgong, the king of Lanling, and I haven't opened the city gate quickly, let me enter Jinyong, and destroy the enemy in the city!" Towards the city wall with an angry roar, the war horse was pulled up by the man and stepped on the long air like a rainbow, the long roar of the war horse startled the night turbidity, only to see that the man uncovered the hideous ghost face on his face, showed his eyebrows, and robbed the sun and moon Huashao, just like this bloody wind and blood rain was also intoxicated between his colors, the night fog faded, the moon only looked at it affectionately, leaving some afterglow poured on the man's face, so this battlefield is really like hovering on the border between life and death, even hell, it seems to be through the sky.

Zi Mo's blood was surging, his grief and anger were very high, and his eyes were like cold stars, and his face was tense. He hated the slaughter of the city the most in his life, and the Turks who burned and looted in the city dared to deceive the people in the city and ravage the prosperous Jinyong City to such an extent! The screams of the people were incessant, and how could he not be resentful and full of sorrow when he was blocked out of the city!

The dark purgatory-like night made many people in Jinyong feel so isolated. After being besieged for so many days, Luoyang is also in a situation of defeat and retreat, not to mention this little Jin Yong.

The defenders fought with their backs, and the Turks never left a living mouth to attack the city, so naturally, they had no other thoughts except for the destruction of the boat. It is already an eye-opener for God to have Yin soldiers take advantage of the way to help them, and no one has the luxury of expecting that reinforcements will come as scheduled to save them, who are dying.

The screams were already endless, and the smell of blood and death filled the entire Jin Yong, even so, the soldiers on the city wall, who were covered in blood and couldn't count how many wounds, stared blankly at the face raised high under the city, behind the ghost face of Shura, how could it be such a face that made people indifferent to the pain and forgot the fear of death。。。。。。 It's so beautiful, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it. It is so beautiful, and the hideous mask is like life, and they are the two endpoints of this world. It's so beautiful, so beautiful that the person stands between a sea of corpses and a field of blood, and Qingye is spotless, as if he can make this charcoal creature complete with a wave of his sleeves.

He is the fourth prince of Emperor Wenxiang, the beautiful and brave King of Lanling?!。。。。。。 If that cleansing and shock can also be transformed into shape, it is as if there is an overwhelming force that makes those hard-fighting Jin Yong defenders feel the hope of survival again. It is impossible to experience this indescribable throbbing without standing on the edge of life and death, the struggle of nine deaths and a lifetime, the fear of silently enduring, the Turkic soldiers inside and outside the city, and the desperate situation that the heavens should not be called the earth, all because of this person, this face, like a haze pierced by the sun, gradually disappearing. Perhaps, they will still live to see the sun tomorrow morning! Perhaps, their golden yong is not a place to be discarded and left to fend for themselves. The imperial capital has come to reinforcements, and the prince himself is here!

"Open the city gate quickly! His Royal Highness Lanling has come down to save us~~~~~~~~~~" A loud cry burst out from above the city gate, full of energy that erupted from the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and finally someone came to save them!

The city gate was slowly opened for the man, and the tragic situation inside made the man on the horse frown, bite his lip, and roar angrily: "Rush !!!" raised his weapon and gave the order, five hundred iron horsemen poured into Jin Yong like a tide all the way to probe, and everywhere he went, the unscrupulous Turkic soldiers were like sculptures made of clay were cut down on both sides of the iron horsemen.

The patina halberd was held in his hand, and the knuckles of his fingers were tightened to make his complexion paler. The houses in the city that were set on fire jumped with fire snakes that stained the jade-like faces, and some Turks seemed to be drunk, motionless and stunned in the middle of the road, watching the people who came from the sea of fire rushing straight up, their hands rose and fell, and the red jets splashed, and countless red flowers bloomed on both sides of the peerless beautiful man who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

Zi Mo raised his left hand and covered his face behind the Rakshasa mask again. His hands were stained with blood, and only such a ghost face was suitable for this purgatory. Where the halberd waved, the red lotus bloomed, and the blood splashed, allowing the Turkic soldiers to rush up and surround the ghost-faced man and dismount the horse, but as soon as they got close, they were killed like a cut down miscanthus grass, and no one could live to his horse, and everywhere the halberd reached, there were stacked mountains of corpses and a sea of blood. The souls of the dead are frightened, and they are in awe of the power of the gods and ghosts of the ghost-faced man, the power of the heavens. The Turks have never seen such a brave warrior, and many people dare not step forward to fight again when they look at the ghost face, saying that this is not a human being, this is the Rakshasa of hell, this is the demon that devours people!

In the noisy Jinyong City, there were more Turkic soldiers wailing for help for a while, and many Turks simply stopped fighting, and fled outside the city with the money they had robbed, shouting to return to their hometowns while fleeing. Zi Mo led the troops to follow closely behind, so there were many wonders in the city, a large number of Turkic soldiers fled in front, and the silver-armored cavalry that pursued them behind them was only about a hundred people. The man at the head was cold, glowing with a terrifying green light, as if the evil spirits released from hell were biting the Turks for their lives.

"Shizi! Oh no, Shizi, many of us have been killed! Shaser and they are all so frightened that they fled and went out of the city!" "The two princes of Sida and Ama were looting the treasury with a group of people, and Ama suddenly changed his face when he heard this, and shouted: "Cowardly as a mouse is useless! I have tens of thousands of Turks, and I am afraid of something! It is impossible for the reinforcements of the Qi army to arrive so soon!"

"Shizi, it's not Qi Jun, it's 。。。。。。 They said they weren't human! A rakshasa demon entered this golden city and dismantled many of our brothers into their bellies, leaving no bones left!"

"Fart! Who dares to spread rumors to shake the morale of the army, I will be the first to kill him!" Star turned her head and glared angrily.

"Dashizi, I'm not talking nonsense, more than half of the soldiers who just entered the city have already died! Our army has suffered heavy losses! That Rakshasa only brought 500 cavalry and killed our army to the point that people were turned on their horses and turned over the armor, he, he had a hideous face, a bronze green battle armor, and he had just come out of the ground alive! Many people say that this Luoyang has been a place where the imperial energy gathers since ancient times, and we should not be guilty of slaughtering the city。。。。。。 Before the Turkic soldier who reported the report dared to tell the damnation of God, he was whipped a few times by Star.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll cut off your head!" Starr asked his retinue to wrap up a few eye-catching treasures, jumped on his horse and shouted, "Kill the rakshasa with me, how holy can he have such ability!"

The sound of "killing ~~~~~~~~~~" broke through the sky, and the gate of Jinyong City was smashed open by a catapult, and it could no longer be covered, but the Turks outside did not attack the city, but were forced to escape like the sea water at low tide.

As soon as the halberd picked up, the Turks on the horse were pierced through the air, and like a dead fish, the tip of the halberd was flung lightly and hung on the wall of the golden city! This is already the tenth! No Turkic soldier dared to stand in front of the ghost-faced man anymore, and thousands of pairs of terrified eyes all stared at the ghost-faced.

More than half of the Turkic soldiers were killed and wounded, and some of the cowardly ones had already broken away from the array, abandoned their armor, and fled down the mountain.