The cold moon is bright and clean, the stars are dotted, and it is a quiet beauty.

It's a pity that the sound of killing below shook the sky, and the blood flowed like a river, wantonly destroying this peace.

The two armies of Xiye and Fengyang fought until night, and they were all red-eyed and exhausted.

Seeing that the sky was dark, Ye Molan inferred that this side was already well prepared, so he lit the signal tube in his hand with a flint.

I saw a fireworks-like fire soaring into the sky on the middle road of the West Night, and the end of the army immediately responded.

A large area of firelight with a deafening sound scattered in all directions. Some shot straight into the city of Jiazhou, and some smashed and injured the sergeants in front of them.

For a while, the fire rose to the sky, dyeing half of the night, which was shocking and panicked.

What kind of evil path did the West Night use to use such a bizarre method!

I heard a whistling sound, and another round of flint flew into the city.

Those who were unfortunate enough to be hit by a flint stone suddenly turned into a ball of fire and rolled on the ground. He wailed and could not be saved, and was burned alive.

For a time, the army's morale was in turmoil, which caused many people to panic. The Western Night Army took advantage of this opportunity to break through a bloody road.

Luo Feng didn't know what method they used, so he had nothing to do, so he could only watch the Fengyang army collapse and scatter. His heart was indignant and his eyes were torn.

"Close the gates!" Although Luo Feng was full of intentions, he had to take care of the overall situation and give up the scattered soldiers who were fighting bloodily outside.

With this order, the city gate slowly closed. The Fengyang soldiers outside suddenly despaired, their hearts were like ashes, and they no longer had the heart to win.

The Western Night Army struck while the iron was hot, attacked in a big way, and set up a ladder to rush to the sky near the city gate. The soldiers climbed the walls with ladders or with crossbow arrows nailed into the walls.

The morale of the West Night has increased greatly, and they have moved forward bravely. Feng Yang's side was demoralized and retreated.

Luo Feng broke a few ladders with his sword, but the Western Night Army still attacked the city tower in a steady stream. And the large and small stones kept falling from the sky, which also caused the Fengyang army to suffer heavy casualties.

This mysterious weapon made Fengyang's soldiers panic, and their hearts were extremely frightened, for fear that a boulder falling from the sky would cost them their lives.

This time the army's heart is shaken, and we must think of a way to stabilize the army's heart.

Just as Feng Yang fell into defeat, Luo Feng finally discovered the mysterious weapon that caused Feng Yang to suffer heavy losses.

It was originally a few wooden carts pushed by more than a dozen people, and they kept throwing boulders in the rear of the army. I don't know how the boulder ejected it, but the closer it gets, the more accurate it becomes.

At this distance, there are no more scattered flowstones.

"Pass the order and let the crossbowman shoot the wooden frame at the end with all his might."

Archers rarely have a hundred paces through the Yang. It was impossible to shoot a wooden car with a rocket, so one had to hope for the lethality of the crossbow.

I don't know where Ye Molan found such a powerful weapon, and it wasn't revealed until today.

As a general, Luo Feng admires him. But as an enemy soldier, Luo Feng couldn't care about sympathizing with him.

This catapult is only of great use in the current situation, and if it had been known in advance, it would have become the primary target.

Until the critical moment, Ye Molan will naturally not reveal it to others. Besides, the manpower and material resources consumed by this catapult are not trivial, and it cannot be overused.

Not long after Luo Feng gave the order, a giant crossbow burst through the sea of people and shot at the catapult behind the Western Night.

Just as the catapult fell apart and shattered, the second collapsed with it, injuring the soldiers around it.

At this point, it was useless to let the convoy retreat, so they had to move forward and try their best to break it apart.

Breaking the catapult, Fengyang's morale was greatly boosted, and he actually forced the Western Night Army back to the city.

But even so, there is still a rush to the former again.

Even if the corpses that fell from the city wall were about to pile up, they could not scare back the courage of the soldiers.

Feng Tianyue looked at the bleakness in front of her, speechless and choked. Is this the meaning of her hard work? Witnessing thousands of deaths and realizing your responsibility? Where should she go from here? Go?

Ouyang Ming called Feng Tianyue to leave several times, but she turned a deaf ear and ignored him at all. Just staring at the turbulent battlefield of war, wandering out of the world.

Ouyang Ming didn't have a problem with her, and he was very helpless. Tie her up and leave, and I'm afraid of making her hateful. Let her watch here stupidly, and I'm afraid that she will be unbearable.

She was stunned, and she didn't do anything crazy, and Ouyang Ming had to let her.

Ouyang Ming raised his eyes and saw that the battle between the two armies was still protracted. Although Xiye has the lead, Fengyang still has troops in hand, and it is difficult to say who wins and who loses.

This battle can be said to be the most critical battle. Whether Feng Yang can redeem the defeat depends on tonight.

Tonight, destined to be sleepless.