After Liu Zhilan left, the task of supervising the battle and inspecting on the spot fell on Yan Wuji, at this time, the pressure on the city wall was still not weakened in the slightest, Yan Wuji carried his long sword, and began to patrol back and forth on the north wall of Xiema Town under the protection of a group of guards.

"Xiu ......" The arrows shot by Hu Meng under the city to the city were still dense like rain, and there were already several armor that grazed Yan Wuji's flying past, he could only try to lower his body, let the battlements block most of the arrows for him, and told the soldiers along the road.

After a round of inspection, Yan Wuji roughly estimated that there are only about one hundred and fifty longbowmen on the city wall who can still hold on to fighting, and almost a quarter of them have been lost.

Yan Wuji sighed in his heart, these longbowmen were the key to guarding Shema Town next, and the loss of a quarter after a battle made him even more anxious.

"General, the western sector has been broken through by a large number of Humeng, and it is in urgent need of support."

A hundred thousand anxious voices sounded in Yan Wuji's ears, and he didn't care who the person who went to see the report was, and before he had time to rest for a short time, he raised his long sword again and rushed towards the place where the soldiers reported it.

Looking at the tired soldiers in front of him along the way, Yan Wuji knew that the battle had been fought so far, and the competition was perseverance and the courage to persevere.

Walking not far away, sure enough, I saw dozens of Hu Mengbing soldiers in front of me who were fiercely fighting hand-to-hand with the Yan army defending the city, and on the cloud ladder outside the city, Hu Mengbing soldiers were still pouring up, Yan Wuji turned his head and ordered to one of the soldiers beside him: "Go and call the scout team up, let Jia Yu come here to see me." ”

The situation no longer allows Yan Wuji to have any reservations, even if it is a scout who fights when he is not fighting, he has to be transferred to participate in the defense at this time, although he is a little reluctant, but Yan Wuji can't think of any other way at present.

Scouts are the equivalent of special forces, and it takes much more time and materials to train a scout than an ordinary soldier.

After finishing the order, Yan Wuji gently shook the long sword in his hand, and then carried the extreme martial arts around him and began to kill the wolf into the flock.

The addition of an Extreme Martial Cultivator made the battle situation here instantly tilt towards the Yan Army, and a pale yellow Extreme Martial Sword Qi flashed rapidly on the city wall covered with night and firelight, looking at the eyes of the Humeng people in the distance, it was like a god of war, which was depressing.

Temutel looked at this scene on the city wall in amazement, he didn't expect that in addition to Liu Debiao, who had died at his hands before, there was also an extreme martial cultivator in this Xiema Town, just like a hunter had discovered his prey, which gave him a source of excitement.

But excitement was excitement, but his sanity was not diminished by this unexpected surprise, and Temurtel understood what the duty to him was, and had always carried it out respectfully, and his personal interests were insignificant in comparison.

"When we break through Shema Town, we must meet this guy in person." Although Temutel did not know the name of the fellow, he knew that the man was the commander of the defense in charge of the northern wall.

At this time, Yan Wuji did not know that he had been remembered by Hu Meng's commander, and under his strong suppression, the broken western section soon returned to the control of the Yan army again.

A burst of footsteps rushed towards this side, and Yan Wuji looked back and saw that it was Jia Chong, the captain of the scout team he had just summoned.

"General!" Because he was worried that there would be stray arrows passing by at any time, Yan Shuyi asked everyone to squat under the battlements, and Jia Chong hugged his fists to salute, which was regarded as coming to restore his life.

Yan Wuji nodded and asked, "Lao Jia, how many scouts do you have in your hands now?" ”

"Sixty-six intact, and another twelve for you to lie in the Wounded Pavilion." Jia Chong answered Shangguan's question without reservation.

"In other words, this mission cost twenty-two lives." Yan Wuji sighed lightly, as if he was talking to himself, but in the ears of Jia Yu and others, it was extremely uncomfortable, for the sacrificed comrades, but also for the excessive responsibility.

As a specially trained scout, every sacrifice is a great loss.

Yan Wuji, who was born as a scout, of course knew their thoughts, but he didn't intend to say anything comforting, because in his opinion, such a heavy loss was indeed among the failures.

"Lao Jia, you will divide these brothers under your command into three teams to support the defense of the entire Northern Guard, but if there are Humeng soldiers breaking through the city wall, you must suppress them as quickly as possible."

"Order!" Jia Yu, who received the order, immediately and efficiently carried out the commander's order, and soon the excited support force composed of three teams of scouts was on the north city wall, like three patrol mastiffs, as long as they found that an enemy had broken in, they would immediately pounce on it and tear the other party to pieces.

The scout battalion led by Jia Chongduo was very agile, and because of the different types of troops, the weapons used by these scouts were not broadswords and long swords, but light short swords or daggers.

When fighting, they rarely fight with people, but are very dexterous to avoid their opponent's attacks, and then use simple but sharp moves to give the opponent a fatal blow.

So the time it took them to solve an enemy was very short, and it was basically done in three or two clicks, and with their joining, the control of the city wall fell firmly into the hands of Yan Jun again, which also made Yan Wuji feel a lot more relieved.

There was a noise inside the city wall, and Yan Wuji heard Liu Zhilan's voice from it: "Hurry up, hurry up, fill every jar, and then seal the mouth, hurry up!" ”

After a burst of ping-pong sound of clay pots colliding, one after another, logistics baggage soldiers carried pots full of tung oil and walked along the city wall.

"Tell the soldiers that no one can touch these pots without an order." Yan Wuji once again gave the order to the soldiers around him that they needed to pass on, and then returned to his position, looking out of the city from afar, the Hu Mengbing who was not afraid of death made people's scalps tingle.

"Mr. Qian, whew... Call... Whew" Liu Zhilan's voice sounded behind him again, a little panting, probably because he was in a bit of a hurry when he went up the city wall just now, "Tung oil is ready, and the longbowmen are already in place, just waiting for your order." ”

"Good!" Yan Wuji patted the battlements, and he felt more and more relieved about Liu Zhilan, "Order the entire army of the Northern Guard, don't be stingy with the clay pots under your feet, and throw them all down the city wall for me, the farther away the better!" ”

A high-pitched roar roared out of Yan Wuji's mouth, and a deep voice made his orders spread throughout the entire northern city wall, while the Yan army on the other three city walls was waiting, waiting for the result of this move in the north.

Countless clay pots filled with tung oil flew out of the city walls, arced through the air, and then landed fiercely at the feet, bodies, and even heads of the Humeng soldiers, and then crackled and shattered, pouring the tung oil inside all over the land.

Thousands of jars were thrown away in an instant, and before the Hu Meng's soldiers could understand what the Yan army wanted to do, the flaming arrows were held in the hands of more than a hundred longbowmen, and then the bows and arrows were bent and arrows, and under the commander's "release" order, they came out in unison.

The Humeng soldiers under the city had already begun to stir, shouting loudly in Humeng, although Yan Wuji couldn't understand what they meant, but from their voices, he could already feel an emotion called "horror".

Watching those arrows with deadly flames gorgeously slashing through the air, Yan Wuji suddenly had a feeling of schadenfreude in his heart.

"Boom Boom" Flames suddenly burst out in the dense military formation of Humeng, instantly turning the city of Shema into a sea of fire, and the panicked Humeng soldiers instantly lost the courage to continue fighting, and the lives that were engulfed in flames were telling them what kind of purgatory it was.

And because people will unconsciously grasp anything that can be grasped when they are in great pain and panic, Hu Mengbing, who is enduring the pain of being devoured by the flames, can't help but grab the comrades around him who wanted to stay away and extradite the flames to the other party.

Temuter quietly looked at the sea of fire, the expression in his eyes became extremely cold, he didn't expect that the commander of the Yan Army would use this way to break the situation, but he also had to admire, this method was indeed a clever plan.

Flames are always the enemy of the night, Hu Meng wanted to use the night to erode the Yan army in Shema Town, the Yan army used the flames to devour the lives of the Hu Meng people, in the face of this situation, Temutel did not issue an order, because he knew that no matter what he did at this time, it was too late.

Before the commander of Humon could make any reaction, the east, south, and west sides had turned their city into a sea of fire, and the wails and roars of pain formed a purgatory scene under the city of Shema, which was terrifying to watch.

The miserable sound of the horn was like the mournful roar between heaven and earth, and the sound ......of retreat finally came out of Humeng's camp.

In fact, there was no need for them to blow the trumpet, those Humeng soldiers who were panicked because of fear were already scrambling to retreat in the direction of their own camp, and Humeng's law enforcement guards came out to stop them, they pretended to kill several retreating soldiers, but then they were chopped into pulp by the excited soldiers.

The defeat is like a mountain, and under the trend of the times, how can we go against the trend.

"Mr. Yan Qian, the battalion commander ordered you to lead the guards to break through immediately, and you must not come again when the opportunity is not lost!" A personal guard of Qiu Xin hurried over with a surprise military order.

Liu Zhilan, who was standing on the side, was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Qiu Yingshuai to give this order so suddenly, but thinking about it on the other hand, now that Hu Meng's army is in chaos, it is indeed the best time to break out.

It's just that the Humeng battalion on the periphery has not been affected by the chaos on the front line, and the risk of breaking out is still not small.

"That's why he chose to let Yan Wuji go!"