On the city wall, Lan Junyao divided the soldiers into three rows, and the first row used the battlements as a cover to shoot arrows at the enemy mercilessly from the battlements. A few paces behind them was a line of armoured men with shields in hand, half-crouched on the ground, holding their shields firmly behind them, and protecting their companions behind them and themselves.

The soldiers standing in the third row were also archers, and they alternated with the first row of archers to shoot arrows under the tower, leaving no time for the enemy to breathe, and the two rows of soldiers were staggered, and they would not be tired for a while. These men accounted for about sixty percent of the force, and a total of twelve detachments held their hands on the walls on all sides, blocking the enemy's ferocious first wave of attacks.

The rain of arrows that had been piled up like a hill around them was quickly consumed, and along with it, the lives of the enemies under the walls were harvested. Twenty percent of the men were scattered around them, and if a wounded soldier or an exhausted man appeared, they would replace them and give their companions room to rest.

The last two adults were waiting beside Lan Junyao, these people were carrying a clay pot in their hands, and what was contained in it was the tung oil that Lan Junyao had ordered someone to collect early in the morning.

It was not clear in the moonlight, but it was also clear that the casualties under the city walls were not small. The sound of breaking the air came, and at the same time, a little silver was rapidly approaching, but it was a sharp sword shooting straight towards Lan Junyao.

Lan Junyao, who was originally sitting on a pineapple wooden chair, jumped into the air with both hands on the armrests, and the soft sword wrapped around her waist shook out instantly, and the soft sword had the flexibility of a whip and the sharpness of a long sword at the same time. When everyone was still stunned, the sound of gold and iron of "Qiang, Qiang, Qiang" had replaced the sound of breaking the sky.

Lan Junyao held a soft sword in her hand, standing on the back of the chair with one foot, her face was disdainful, as if a fairy above the nine heavens had descended to the mortal dust, and the soldiers who had escaped from danger were actually stunned.

The feather arrow revealing the cold light was blocked by her, wiping the sideburns of a person beside her and nailing it into the window of the arrow tower, the coldness eroded, and the man knew that he had almost lost his life, and at this time, he couldn't help but be grateful when he looked at Lan Junyao.

"Bring the arrows!" Lan Junyao said.

Come and don't be rude, she also has to pay tribute to the third prince with an arrow, just now he just wants to give himself a dismount, but is he really a soft persimmon that everyone can handle?

The four-foot-long bow will reach Lan Junyao's shoulder, lining her body more and more compact, under the gaze of the soldiers around her, she opened her bow and shot arrows, bent the bow and pulled it into a full moon, and the feather arrows flew away from the arrow strings, returning in the direction where the arrow rain had just come.

Arrow after arrow, in the blink of an eye, five feather arrows were shot out by her, and a miserable scream was faintly heard in the noise that stood out, and she handed the curved bow in her hand to the soldiers guarding aside.

Under the attack of the trebuchet, the casualties on the city wall were not small, and the soldiers were more or less colorful. But they gritted their teeth and insisted, as long as they didn't have no combat power, they insisted that the comrades behind them could rest for a while.

The ladder has been set up on the city wall, under the city wall, there are soldiers who are not afraid of death under the cover of their own soldiers, quickly climb up, the two percent of the soldiers defending the city have begun to throw stones under the city, a stone is about fifty catties, they seem to be tireless, and continue to throw down to the city.

A boulder fell, and almost all the people on the ladder were smashed down, but many more climbed up on the corpses of their companions. Both sides have fallen into a battle to the death, and they are both seeking a head start, and they cannot give up for the sake of their companions who are going forward behind them.

Lan Junyao glanced into the distance without a trace, and the palace sounded even louder, and the fireworks array that had already been set up was ignited, and the soldiers guarding the sluice gate of Biyan Lake got the message and worked together to open the sluice gates of their subordinates to both sides.

The precipitation of a lake suddenly roared like a dragon crossing a river and rushed away into the distance, the waves of the water rose a lot high, and even one person could not dodge and was swept into the rushing lake, and the shadow disappeared after a breath. The rest of the people were worried one by one, and they hurriedly ran to the high ground on both sides, until they reached the halfway point of the mountain, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

The river almost can't bear the water of the lake, and some low-lying places on both sides are buried in the water, but fortunately there are no Dongling people living here, otherwise they will leak the wind if they are relocated.

The speed at which the soldiers opened their bows and shot arrows was much slower than that of Fang Cai, and the soldiers on the side of the three princes had climbed the city wall, but their heads were cut off by the soldiers guarding the city waiting at the battlements. I don't know if it was everyone's illusion, but in an instant, the whole earth seemed to shake.

Lan Junyao's face only then curled a noticeable arc, and she summoned the guards who were already waiting on the side, and instructed him to spread the news of Ling Qixuan's imminent return according to his previous instructions.

The two sides were fighting, and an excited shout came from the city wall, "It's the Eighth Prince who has returned, and the Eighth Prince has led his troops to quell the chaos!" Then a few people shouted together, and more and more people began to believe that the Eighth Prince had really returned ahead of schedule.

The sound of the earth shaking like the galloping of thousands of horses cannot be ignored, everyone on the city wall is happy, everyone on the three princes side has a look of food, and some people have even shown the intention of retreating. After all, the name of the Eighth Prince God of War is not in vain, everyone remembers that he has only been back in Beijing for two years, and his face is like a 10,000-year-old frost all day long, which is daunting.

"Resist it all for me, whoever dares to back down, I will make his whole family die well. The voice of the third prince was not as warm as in the past at the moment, and he was fierce with three points of eagerness and two points of domineering, he looked at the arrow tower on the high wall, and his eyes raced over the snake that had just come out of the nest.

Thinking of the wives and children behind them, these soldiers seemed to be aroused to the last beastliness, and the offensive was much more ferocious. Lan Junyao secretly said "not good" in her heart, and a few sweeping steps floated from the arrow tower to the city wall, falling between the first and second rows of soldiers, and the soldiers around her had no time to stop her.

Her figure did not stop, stepping on the shoulders of the soldier to the battlement, and at her feet, a ladder was being erected, and the soft sword in her hand moved towards her, or slashing, picking, or stabbing.

Only then did those soldiers react and shouted, "Protect Lord Xiuyi!" Several people were about to rush forward, but they were stopped by a row of soldiers in front of them, and they could only look in the direction where Lan Junyao was in a hurry.

At this time, the cloud ladder at Lan Junyao's feet suddenly broke from above, and the general stopped in the middle of the city wall, but the position that could not be climbed or lowered made the figures of the soldiers under the city wall temporarily stop.

She turned around and jumped in the direction of the next cloud ladder, the soldiers under the city naturally didn't want her to succeed, the feather arrows were forced into one place, and shot in the direction of Lan Junyao's whereabouts, and the soldiers on the city wall also came with strength, in order to protect this woman who fought with them alone, the bow in her hand was once again full, and someone used her body to protect Lan Junyao.

Lan Junyao destroyed this ladder, and a new ladder had already been erected at the place where it had just been broken. The wood used to make the ladder is an iron plough wood, and Lan Junyao only used internal force to damage it in half, so she will be exhausted sooner or later.

The only thing left for now is to fight the enemy in person, the floodgates have been opened, and it will only be a moment before the place will be flooded. Lan Junyao fixed her expression, but she still had to hold on.

The defenders on the other three city walls were each transferred half, blocking a wall of flesh in front of the main gate, and the enemies who climbed the city wall were constantly swept down the city, and Lan Junyao also waved the software in his hand. The blood stained her dress red, as if it were blooming a large expanse of intense flowers.

The lake rushed from afar with the momentum of ten thousand jun, Lan Junyao looked at the white that appeared in the distance, and felt that her arms seemed to have regained some strength, not as soft as Fang Cai.

Many houses along the way were washed away, and the people at the foot of the city finally realized that something was wrong, and the flood left them no time to think. The raging waters of the lake swept up the soldiers on the ground, and even the ladders that were firmly leaning against the walls were washed down.

The first wave of the offensive stopped at this point, and there were five people standing beside Lan Junyao, and they looked at the mess outside the palace in a daze. Such a method will definitely hurt some innocent people, if they are allowed to do it, it will definitely be the same method, maybe it is not as good as Lan Junyao, once this battle is over, there is no trace of disrespect in their eyes when they look at Lan Junyao.

As Lan Junyao expected, the water came and went quickly, only some people who did not know water lost their lives in this disaster, most of them stood on the ground wet, the blood on the ground was washed away, and they looked at the city wall with fear and hatred in their eyes.

Lan Junyao sat back on the pineapple wooden chair, she was really tired and panicked from the battle just now, and only two hours had passed at this time, and there were still sixty percent of the people under the three princes who had combat power. More than half of the people on the city wall had been killed or wounded, and she blocked the first wave of the three princes' attacks as she said, but the rest could only fight to the death with the remaining forces in her hands.

"Go and inform the palace ladies and prepare to flee for your life. "There is no suspense in this battle, just let these people set fire to the palace when there is no more combat power.

"Master Xiuyi, rest in peace, and the five brothers will take over the rest. The person who stood closest to Lan Junyao spoke, and her actions not only made them admire, but also made them feel guilty.

In the midst of the crisis, the little woman still knows that she has to do her last bit for the peace of her family and country, let alone a seven-foot man like them.

Lan Junyao nodded, she wanted to seize the time to rest for a while, so that she could recover some strength and not fall into the hands of the third prince when she fled for her life later.

Under the city wall, the three princes stood beside an ancient tree in embarrassment, and in a hurry, his subordinates took him to hide on top of the ancient tree, so as to avoid the fate of being washed away, but he inevitably ended up soaking wet.

"Give it to me, if anyone can capture Lan Junyao alive, this king will reward him with 10,000 acres of fertile land, 1,000 taels of gold, and 10 beautiful women. The third prince's eyes were full of resentment, he wanted to tear Lan Junyao to pieces, but he couldn't.