The armor soldiers of the Yanjing Protector Army, although they are not elite border troops and tiger soldiers; But who doesn't have an elder in the family, and which man is willing to be a bad seed hiding behind the old man? Battlefield experience and fighting skills are only tactical flaws; It is not directly related to the dignity of backbone.

As for the prefect of Luo Yuanluo, who was born as a civil official, he will not be half a point weaker than those who are in the army with burning eyes:

"Xiangye's move, doesn't he want those southern barbarians to laugh and be generous? Could it be that I am a great Beiyan, and there is no man who has a heart and gall? Although Luo is a lowly official and a weak scholar, whether it is age or blood, he should go ahead of his predecessors! Even though the Northern Wolf Army is famous, Luo was already famous all over the world when he was young, but after all, it was also ......"

"Qianxi, the old man also took a fancy to your arrogance and talent, so he was willing to make a year-old friendship with you! There is no need to rush to confess what your heart is...... In the first half of his life, he rode horses to defend the frontier for the Northern Yan Dynasty; In the second half of his life, he entered Beijing as an official, and then went to the cabinet to pay homage to the prime minister, and shared the worries and problems of the monarch and the people...... The old man has no children or daughters in his life, and he has never been bound by the love of men and women; Looking back on the years, this life can really be described as happy and happy...... Only! It's just that when I returned to Beijing, I shouldn't have brought these six old brothers of the Northern Wolf Army back from the Northwest Frontier to this Yanjing cage...... My king is the only one who regrets it! Repentance, fallacy!! ”

"Yes...... A certain person and his soldiers were also anointed with blood by the people, and ate the king's Ganlin and rice! Xiangye, look back, the blood in the chests of our Beiyan juniors is now boiling hot......"

"The blood of us old fellows has never cooled down for a day! Shallow Creek, we want a rough horse skin more than the three-foot loess tomb; More than that square and gorgeous bluestone tombstone, we want a broken blade in the hands of the enemy! ”

Luo Yuan could see that Wang Fang's broad back had already trembled slightly; You can also see his arms on the arrow stacks, supporting his body hard...... He could understand the hearts of Wang Fang and the old-timers, but he still didn't want to see these six old men who were already powerless to fight, and went out of the city to die......

"Xiangye...... Anyway, let Luo lead a vanguard to sweep the battle for those seniors! ”

“…… To put it mildly, whether my king releases, Cai Donkey, or even our Majesty, the same...... We are already old, and it is the past of the Northern Yan Dynasty; And you people, who are in the prime of life, are not only the present of Beiyan, but also the future of Beiyan! Shallow Creek, don't be a little girl; Dying on the battlefield is the best destination for every soldier! No one, for any reason, can deprive a veteran of the pursuit of the last glory of this life! ”

At this point, the king turned back, his eyes were already full of blood, and he was full of tears; And the ten old and rough fingers were also unconsciously ground out of a blur of flesh and blood by the bluestone at the battlement of the city wall......

The "witchcraft and demon method" that the Northern Wolf Eight Department will break out of the city, that is, the artillery invented by the Tianji Workshop, with only one shell, will be smashed by the trebuchet into the ruined urn city, and instantly bombarded into a mess of broken bricks and stones......

As soon as Weng City was destroyed, the Worry Relief Army immediately launched a tidal offensive; Those pontoon vehicles that have been repeatedly improved have also shown excellent battlefield adaptability.

Pang Qingshan gave an order, with the suppression of bows and crossbows, and the shielding of smoke and dust, forty pontoon bridges were quickly erected and crossed the Jingnan moat! This "pontoon bridge" is no less dangerous than Huangquan Road for the Northern Yan Army at the end; But for the charging Worry Army, it is their only way to survive......

The offense and defense are wrong, and life and death have their own destiny.

Twenty ladder battalions and eight hundred long shield soldiers quickly crossed the pontoon bridge and stood on the ruins of the urn city; Deputy General Lian Weilian, the technical director, looked at the two battalions of Dengcheng and the pioneer, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and then said:

"There is only one artillery carriage, and there is no room for error! As for the Li battalion, he led the brothers of the pioneer battalion to clean up the battlefield; The Liang battalion is leading the soldiers of the battalion to protect the two wings, and we will also debug it as soon as possible to avoid too much damage. ”

Second General Liang and Li, who had already been frightened by the power of the artillery truck, looked at each other, and nodded in response to the instructions of this "craftsman general". Because the urn city, which was bathed in dust and smoke, had turned into a ruin, the Northern Yan army guarding the urn city was naturally also heavily damaged, and it was impossible to organize an effective rescue operation, let alone defend the city and the river, and counterattack the army to relieve worries!

The soldiers of the Relief Army were already waiting for work, and with the improved baggage bottom car of the Tianji Workshop, the artillery car could still be on the ground on the rubble; Soon, the soldiers of the pioneer battalion used their swords and bravery to clear a path, and safely escorted the trump card of the victory of the Worry Relief Army to a low slope of bricks and stones!

Here, it is less than fifty steps away from the gate of Yanjing Outer City! And the rain of arrows on the city wall is like a fly without a head; If it weren't for the vanguard battalion to change back to the shield soldiers to resist the death, this "blind shooting" of the Northern Yan Army would definitely cause great damage to Lian Wei's department.

"It's just a few broken arrows, don't mess around, the brothers in the Iron Guard Camp are not vegetarians! Everyone did their part, first cooling the barrel thoroughly with clean water, and then carefully cleaning it with a cotton cloth! …… Damn, what about the person in charge of transporting the "thunderbolts"? Let them be quick with their hands and feet, don't they understand the military situation?! ”

Technical director Lian Wei, while pulling his neck to give an order, took out a ruler from the coarse cloth hanging bag around his waist, and lay on the pile of bricks and tiles under the gun truck, carefully calculated:

"Here is two feet and one inch above the ground, and the right rear wheel is suspended and falls three inches and two minutes......"

"General Hui Lian, the baggage battalion has not yet received the order to cross the river, the brothers have used up the water in the pot, and the barrel is still hot, can you ......?"

“…… Raise six points...... It's still seven points! I'm so annoyed, didn't I teach you about this when I was at home? Reloading must not be carried out until the barrel has been completely cooled; The moat is behind you, don't you have a bucket, or don't you know how to pee? ”

"Obey ......"

With the passage of time, the smoke and dust raised by the collapse of the urn city gradually fell; Just after Lian Wei had calculated the correct result and personally adjusted the attack angle of the gun carriage, there was a sound of the city gate in the distance......

Lian Wei turned around and saw a white-haired old man with a shirtless body and a long broad-backed knife on his back, slowly emerging from the gap in the city gate, and holding his head high and stepping on the battlefield of the two armies......

Pang Qingshan, who was on the north bank of the moat and commanded the rear army to cross the bridge, was also completely confused by this situation! Say that he surrendered and defected, but people can carry knives on their backs; said that he wanted to face it head-on, but only an old coffin came out; If you want to compete with military generals, you can also send a young man who can hang meat on his body......

It's confusing.

Pang Qingshan rode forward and looked into the distance; I saw that the white-haired old man had lost weight to the extreme, and it was impossible for him to have the strength to fight; Looking at the specifications of the long knife again, the weight is definitely not light; And today the wind is so strong that people can hardly open their eyes...... This skinny old man walked all the way, and his steps were also swaying left and right, and he was in a dilemma...... It's a dead man's guise that can move!

When the other party barely walked fifty paces away, he used a long knife to crutches the ground, and he could be regarded as holding his footing. He raised his head and gasped a few breaths, and then shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Our general said that the water and soil of Nankang can't grow a man with a handle! He asked me to pick a "rough girl" and follow me back to Yanjing City. There is a little guy in the house who brings tea and water back to his parents' house, who of you will go to the top? ”

This is the most typical and old-fashioned method of calling the formation, and it is also the kind of advanced method that is quite cultivated; Although the old man was shirtless, carrying the guy, and single-handedly into the battlefield, he looked like an old man who was disrespectful to the old man; But his words were by no means dirty, and every word went straight to the opponent's lung tubes, full of darkness.

Pang Qingshan originally wanted to emulate the previous battle and shoot the old man who was called the battle with arrows; However, considering that the gun carriage has been reloaded, it will take a long time to prepare; And as soon as this old man appeared, the archers on the city wall also died down, and the opportunity was rare......

Hitting children on rainy days, idleness is idleness, you might as well get tired of this old man!

"Liang Yingzheng, although there are no young and old on this Huangquan Road, but this old coffin board opposite, since he is looking for death, I bother you to give him a ride in person!"

Liang Yingzheng, who was in the city camp, immediately shook his head like a rattle when he heard that Pang Qingshan was in front of the formation:

"Pang Shuai, I won't lie in front of Mingren. Look at the old man's virtue, I'm really afraid that if I talk too loudly, I can scare him to death! Besides, what good can I do to fight in front of this old guy? If you win, you won't show your face, and if you lose, you'll be even more shabby...... I see, let's let Lao Lian concentrate on his "fried thunder", what kind of strength is it to compete with this old bastard! ”

"A certain general has been ordered, are you going or not?"

"Go, go, go, can't you go? But I don't want to go myself...... Let's pick another head office for you! Hey, old grandson! Your deal is coming! ”

As Liang Ying shouted, a non-commissioned officer with a thief's eyebrows and a lewd face stepped forward with his pants on the side of the gun truck, muttering grumbling words in his mouth......

A moment later, the Nankang sergeant, nicknamed "Old Living Sun", stood twenty paces away from the old man with a straw pole in his mouth and a goose feather knife at his waist......

"The lord is called the old living grandson......

"Wang Shuangshi ......"

The last stone word had just been exported, and the old coffin board and cloudy eyes that looked like they were "dying at any time" suddenly shot out a piercing edge! These two gazes seemed to have a physical quality, and instantly penetrated the soul of the old living grandson, making this skin-like worry-relieving army, like a frightened deer, fall into a state of stupor......