The morale of the thieves hit rock bottom. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A long whistle sounded, and the thieves began to retreat slowly.

"Retreat! The thieves are back! The soldiers and the people at the head of the city cheered, and they were full of excitement.

The white-faced young general frowned, watching the thieves slowly retreat, but there was no joy on his face.

Shen Lin's eyes narrowed, and his heart slowly sank.

If the thieves do not retreat, then there is still hope of winning today's battle. Or they retreated in a hurry, which at least means that they have been scared, so they have to retreat.

But the current state is that although these thieves have retreated, they have retreated very calmly and calmly.

They didn't run away, they just took a temporary break.

Sure enough, as Shen Lin expected, after the thieves withdrew seven or eight hundred meters, they rested on the spot and stopped.

The cheers from the city were gone.

"What's going on...... Aren't these thieves still giving up? Someone said.

"Even if you don't give up, what can you do? If you rush over again, you will be sent to death! If they are wise, they should leave now. Another said.

For a while, the soldiers and civilians were talking about various possibilities.

Shen Lin approached the white-faced young general and asked in a low voice, "General Du, what do you think?" ”

The white-faced young general looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "It doesn't matter if the thieves are suspended, I'm afraid it's ...... They were waiting for reinforcements. ”

Shen Lin knew that the thieves would have reinforcements, but what he didn't know was that there was only one reinforcement? Or two dials? Or is it several?

How can the second level of this formation be passed? Isn't repairing the walls an opportunity to solve the problem?

What to do?

Time passed little by little, the thieves stopped attacking, and the soldiers and the people went from initial excitement to doubt, to calm, and finally to anxiety.

A wave of desperation gradually spread across the city walls, and at this point, everyone knew that the thieves were waiting for reinforcements.

……

Finally, in the evening, a large number of thieves appeared in the direction of the northwest corner, and reinforcements arrived.

The vastness is boundless, and at a glance, there are at least seventy or eighty thousand people. In a short time, the whole city was surrounded.

In the center of these thieves, there was a huge golden tent, drawn by four black horses, surrounded on all sides by curtains, so that it was impossible to see the scene inside.

But Shen Lin knew that inside the golden tent, it should be the leader of the thieves.

Could it be that inside the Golden Horde, there is an existence like a white-faced young general, who is the soul of a thief?

The whistle sounded again, and the thieves attacked again.

Countless thieves rushed forward without fear of death.

Those who rushed to the front jumped directly into the moat tunnel dozens of meters deep, filling the big pit with flesh and blood.

In less than fifteen minutes, the large deep pits on all sides of the Iron Plough City were all filled.

The ladder was erected, and the thieves were expressionless, boiling oil and hot water against the flying stone and iron spears above, and kept climbing up.

As soon as the battle began, it was fierce to the point that the sky was falling apart.

Finally the first thief rushed up, was killed by the soldiers defending the city and threw down, then the second, and then the third...... A fierce battle took place over the entire city wall.

Slashing and axes, everyone is immersed in an almost crazy mood, whether it is the defenders of the city or the siege bandits, they are killing each other in the most cruel way in the world.

……

Boom!

Shen Lin smashed the shoulder of one of the thieves with a punch, and then turned around and slammed the flame knife formation, burning the three thieves who were besieging Yuantong behind him to ashes.

Yuantong roared, and with a heavy blow of the peachwood stick in his hand, he picked up a thief soldier who rushed behind Shen Lin.

The battle lasted all night, and the city of Iron Plough was still not lost.

Of the 3,000 people defending the city, less than 1,000 are now left, but they are still frantically, mechanically wielding weapons and fighting with the thieves who are constantly rushing up.

The entire wall of the Iron Plough City is already full of corpses, and it is really piled up.

These 3,000 people burst out with the most powerful fighting spirit and resilience, and they have persevered until now.

Although it is crumbling, it never falls.

Shen Lin felt very tired, he never thought that one day he would kill people to the point of relentlessness.

There were corpses everywhere, stumps and severed hands, blood poured on the city walls, flowing under the walls to form a stream, and human life was the least valuable thing at this moment.

Is this the warfare of antiquity? In the era of cold weapons, the slaughter between human beings was so direct and cruel...... Shen Lin's mood went from intense to calm, to numbness, until now, he had no emotion, and even felt a little used to it.

His mana had been exhausted, and at the height of the battle, he had to use earth control, create obstacles, and raise the walls to maintain the tide of the battle, and thanks to his methods, he was able to hold on a few times when he was about to lose.

But...... It won't last long.

"Immortal Shen Chang, Master Yuantong, please come with me to kill the thief leader, okay?"

Suddenly, the white-faced young general shouted loudly and gestured towards Shen Lin and Yuantong.

Shen Lin glanced back, I don't know when, the golden tent has gradually approached the city wall, and he can vaguely see that there is a tall figure sitting inside, who seems to be looking at the three people fighting fiercely on the city wall with interest.

Shen Lin's heart moved.

Kill the thief!

"Yuantong, let's go!"

Yuantong also seemed to have thought of something, and when Shen Lin shouted to leave, he had already jumped off the city wall with a peach stick.

The white-faced young general had already rushed down, and he rushed towards the Golden Horde first, and no one could stop him for a moment wherever he passed.

Yuantong followed closely behind, killing the thieves who rushed left and right with Tang Yun's sword and flame wheel.

Shen Lin was at the rear, blocking the thieves chasing from the rear.

The three of them formed a line, like a sharp knife, advancing towards the Golden Horde little by little.

One-step...... Two-step ...... Three-step ...... The three of them were like a small boat crumbling in the waves, although they were in danger, they were firmly moving forward.

Advance! Advance! Advance!

The three of them were all injured to varying degrees, but fortunately, Shen Lin was wearing the black silkworm clothes given by the white-faced young general, and there were also self-defense clothes he bought from Heavenly Court outside, and they were not too seriously injured.

Yuantong's immovable gold body is as strong as iron, and with the armor seal armor body, he is not too seriously injured.

On the contrary, he was a white-robed young general, with scars on his body, blood flowing, and he was the most seriously injured.

But this did not affect his speed and skill, perhaps he had already made up his mind to die, but at this moment, burst out to his maximum potential.

Maybe only a few seconds passed, and it seemed like centuries, and the three of them rushed all the way to the Golden Horde.