The Great Divine Stick turned his head and shouted to the person behind him:

"Ignition!"

The colorful little magic sticks behind him were waiting for him, and as soon as they heard the order to light the fire, these people couldn't wait to light the torches and stepped forward, almost breaking up their formation.

This group of gods sang some gods chattering, and Lan Ziyi couldn't understand something at all stepped forward, singing and dancing, dancing and dancing, and the lit torches jumped and flickered in their hands, revealing the crazy foundation in the hearts of the fire holders,

Perhaps the people on the wooden frame were still some distance from death when they were tied up just now, and most of them were silent before, but now the approaching torches finally frightened them into emotional breakdowns, some people shouted for help, some people shouted for help, and some people shouted loud insults with hoarse voices, while some people had tears on their faces, making strange screams, and they didn't know whether they were crying or laughing.

The bastard who surrendered was now speechless, just screaming with the last strength of his life, knowing that he was going to die but not knowing when he should die, and that kind of pain would definitely drive people crazy.

The gods knew this, and when they had finished singing, they staggered their torches into the haystack under the wooden rack and marched away.

The torch ignites the hay piled up around it, and after being ignited by the fire, the hay that is added to the flame is then ignited on the top of the wood, layer after layer, the fire increases little by little, and the wood is ignited one by one, but this gradually spreading fire does not make the people on the top layer who are tied to death feel comfortable, because the smoke and heat have risen with the flames, and the slower the ignition is, the longer the people on the top are roasted, and the people on the top can only use their screams to explain the long pain they have endured to the people outside the city.

Lan Ziyi stood at the head of the city and looked at this huge torch, these ignited people were the scum of the forbidden army who followed the bad seed and threw themselves into thieves, they were burned to death It was really relieving and happy for the officers and soldiers in the city, but when the smell of burnt human flesh wafting in the wind filled the nasal cavity, the screams in the ears would struggle unbearable,

Lan Ziyi closed his eyes and pushed himself away from the edge of the female wall, but not everyone was as sentimental as Lan Ziyi, and the defenders who stopped to watch were shouting and cheering for the lighting of the fire, as if the people tied up on the wooden frame were dispensable, and they didn't feel distressed at all when they died.

Looking at these applauding officials and soldiers, Lan Ziyi remembered the ignited monk he saw when he sneaked into the thief camp the night before, what is the difference between these defenders now and the demon believers who set fire to people last night? These defenders just didn't believe in the demon law, if the demon thieves were given enough time to brainwash these officials and soldiers and make them believe in the demon law, they would not hesitate to tie up the living and burn them to death.

Suddenly, Lan Ziyi felt sick in his stomach, these people in front of him were the people of Dazheng? Is it the people of Taisho? The brutal and bloodthirsty temperament is hidden in their bones, as long as there is a spark, these violent qi will tear their honest skin out and devour life, but Lan Ziyi has to believe that the saint's indoctrination will lead them to the right path, does the saint really have such great ability? Has the saint ever seen this kind of scene in front of Lan Ziyi's eyes? Lan Ziyi couldn't help but question himself.

At this time, Gao Yanzong, who was also watching the barbecue outside the city, laughed and said:

"Wei Hou come and see, if you miss this opportunity, you won't have a chance to be so happy!"

Lan Ziyi replied in a low voice:

"I've seen it a long time ago, and I don't want to watch this kind of scene twice."

Tao Zhutu heard that Lan Ziyi's voice was wrong, and turned around and asked:

"Young Master, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? ”

Lan Ziyi replied:

"It's not uncomfortable, it's just uncomfortable looking out of the city."

Gao Yanzong smiled after hearing this:

"Wei Hou was frightened by this burning appearance? The people outside were burned all traitors who had defected to the enemy, and the people in the city could see it and boost their morale. ”

Lan Ziyi glanced at Gao Yanzong, thinking that maybe human nature is to rule chaos and evil, although Lan Ziyi now wants to talk about a large number of sage teachings, so that these inhuman guys in the city will obediently disperse, but if you really want to do this, how can you defend the city?

So Lan Ziyi followed Gao Yanzong's words and said:

"Yes, the thieves burned all the remaining forbidden troops in the thief camp, and those who entered the city will have no other ideas."

Then Lan Ziyi raised his voice, both to Gao Yanzong and to the defenders in the city:

"Look at the momentum of the thieves today, it won't just light a fire to make us happy, the next will definitely attack the city, everyone must be ready!"

When the soldiers heard Lan Ziyi's words, they knew that it was time to work, so they scattered to their respective city walls to prepare to defend the city.

Yesterday, during the day, all the wooden fences temporarily erected on the city were burned by the thieves, and the thieves attacked the city very fiercely, even if the people have been cleaning up the city wall after the end of the war yesterday, the current city wall is still a mess, and there are ashes and blood stains everywhere.

Lan Ziyi put his head to the side, and couldn't bear to look outside the city wall,

Gao Yanzong also seemed to hear that Lan Ziyi didn't like this kind of thing of lighting torches to burn people, so he walked up to Lan Ziyi and said to say:

"How do you think the thieves will attack the city today? Mr. Wen Ruo said that it was impossible for the thieves to have the manpower to build the earth mountain. ”

兰子义 says:

"General Zhulu has calculated, the thieves are attacking the city until today is the third day, before we went out of the city, we learned that the thieves were building siege equipment, and it should be built today.

And the thieves suffered a big loss last night, either they have the courage not to attack the city today, and if they want to attack the city, they will definitely double their revenge on us, so be careful today. “

Gao Yanzong nodded when he listened, and then was about to speak, when suddenly a sergeant shouted:

"What's that outside the city?"

Lan Ziyi thought to himself that these militias gathered in the city were really rare and strange, and wanted to know what was going on outside the city and ask the person next to him who saw the fire just now, is it necessary to shout so loudly?

But then many sergeants also raised their questions loudly, and Gao Yanzong also went to the city to look at the sound when he heard the sound, and also exclaimed:

"What is that thief? It looks like a firebolt. ”

When Lan Ziyi heard that it was a firearm, he hurriedly jumped to the edge of the city wall,

I saw that a number of sandbags had been erected in front of the bandit infantry outside the city, and an incense burner was placed next to each stack of sandbags, and three large incense sticks and two thick incense sticks were inserted in each incense burner.

In the formation of thieves, a number of sturdy men in red cloth shouted trumpets and carried up eight black iron cast pipes with holes from behind, and next to each pipe there were special thieves burning talisman water and sprinkling grains.

The men carried the iron pipes to the sandbags and put them on the pile, and the thieves who followed behind them filled the gunpowder and lead pellets from the Guankou Township.

Lan Ziyi looked at these things like tiger squatting cannons, and like Franco, looking very familiar but couldn't remember what this thing was.

But next to the peach rabbit pointed to the outside of the city and said:

"Isn't that thing the red-coated cannon of the Shenji Battalion?"

Lan Ziyi was clicked by the words of Tao Cha Rabbit, and then he woke up like a dream, and hurriedly scolded the eighteenth generation of Qi Rongxun's ancestors in his heart, you can throw anything when you run away? Do you dare to throw this kind of thing too? A little more of the number of red-coated cannons outside the city, obediently all eight cannons are in the hands of thieves.

So Lan Ziyi hurriedly shouted to the city wall:

"Get down! Get down! Get down! ”

But before the defenders of the city understood what Lan Ziyi meant, the thieves had already loaded all the ammunition, and with a little torch, Lan Ziyi saw smoke from the muzzles of the eight red-clothed cannons lined up, and then there was a roar comparable to that heard when the earth mountain was blown up yesterday.

The deafening roar shook people's heads painfully, and Lan Ziyi just wanted to cover his ears with his hands but his feet were already shaking,

Lan Ziyi understood that the city wall had been shot, and he wanted to stabilize his body and regain his footing, but the shaking city wall was not so easy for him to stand.

The thieves outside the city probably saw the power of the cannon bombardment of the city, and they all shouted loudly, followed by a deafening round of cannons, and Lan Ziyi understood that the second round of thieves and robbers was coming.

The lead shot roared, and the city wall shook again,

Although the forbidden army has seen the power of the red-clothed cannons to fire, but these big killing weapons were used to deal with the enemy before, how can these things be used on their own now, and those militia recruited in Xiang City were even more frightened by this earth-shattering roar and earth-shaking shock, and they ignored Lan Ziyi's orders to flee in all directions on the city wall.

Seeing this, Lan Ziyi stood up angrily and shouted:

"Get down! Let you all get down! What are you doing when you stand up? Want to get hit? ”

Seeing this, Tao Zhutu, who had been guarding Lan Ziyi's side, hurriedly stopped Lan Ziyi and wanted to knock him down, and Tao Zhutu said in his mouth:

"Young master, don't you want to die? Get down! ”

At this time, there was a cannon sound outside the city, and the third round of artillery bombardment of the thieves began, and a cannonball roared from the ground, grazing the top of Lan Ziyi's head.

Lan Ziyi was frightened into a cold sweat by the shell that hit him closely, and he could clearly feel the sound of the wind rolling when the shell rolled.

Although the cannonballs did not concentrate on Lan Ziyi, they concentrated the city gate tower behind Lan Ziyi, and this shelling into the city tower shook the city tower, and the towering city tower seemed to be swaying back and forth as if it were paper paste.

After the city tower was shot, a corner collapsed, sawdust tiles mixed with bricks from the sky, and the soldiers under the city tower squatted down with their heads to avoid the objects smashed in the air.

Lan Ziyi also wanted to squat, but the helmet was hit by a hard object, Lan Ziyi felt a whirlwind of the world, and then fell on the city wall

Next to him, Tao Zhutu almost cried when he saw Lan Ziyi being hit, he shouted and scolded himself, complaining that he was not optimistic about Lan Ziyi, and then bowed his body to protect Lan Ziyi under him.

Lan Ziyi shook his dizzy head, took off his helmet, he reached out and touched it and found that there was a large bag swollen on the top of his head, and then looked at the debris that was smashed just now, fortunately it was just a tile.

Lan Ziyi gasped and said to Tao Zhutu:

"Third brother, don't panic, we are, just a tile."

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