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The first feathered arrows in the city whistled and fell, and were held back by the poles and shields under the city or the cotton clothes drenched in water.

The second batch of feathered arrows fell, and there was a muffled snort from the tide of attackers, no screams, no wailing, and those who were shot could still climb up with difficulty, and those who could not get up for a while were immediately trampled under the feet of countless big feet of their companions, and in a moment they became a puddle of indistinct flesh. No one cared about the muddy flesh under their feet, one by one the brothers turned their faces, stared at the blood-red eyes, silently raised their instruments and held knives and guns, and swarmed up desperately, their goal was only one - the city wall of Mizhi.

The longbowman who is not threatening, no matter whether his arm is sore, no matter whether his brother has approached the city wall, whether his long arrow has caused accidental injury to his brother, he will send one long arrow after another to the city, and every arrow rain blow will be exchanged for a scream and wail above the city, and his brother will be shot and fall down with a muffled sound.

The sky rained down with arrows, and almost every arrow did not miss, whether it was on or off the city.

They could not stop, because their husband told them that this was a decisive blow, and that if they were victorious, their fathers and elders would have a winter of abundance, a well-fed spring, and a good hope, and if they failed, then all the dead and wounded of these days would be in vain, and their fathers, their wives, and their children would die in this cold winter.

Don't abandon, don't give up, their husband said to them.

You are dead in battle, and your wives and children, fathers and elders will be taken care of by this oath, said their husbands to them.

You died in battle, and your name will be remembered by all the living brothers and elders in Woniu Mountain, worship at four o'clock, and enjoy the incense forever, their husband said to them.

If you die in battle, you will be the leader, and if the leader dies in battle, it will be me and the great masters of the Heavenly Star, and they will not give up until they take the rice fat, and their husbands told them that they firmly believe that their military advisors will be able to do this.

They believe in their military advisor, they worship their military advisor, the words of the military advisor are everything, their military advisor is their hope, in order not to shed blood in the future, even if their brother is injured by mistake now, they must grit their teeth and persevere, everyone knows that this is an opportunity in exchange for the blood of countless brothers in the south of the city, and the opportunity is fleeting.

Block these crazy poles, block the decisive blow of these cunning poles, as long as you block it, the rice fat will be saved, and if you block it, the military merit officer will be in hand. Pacifying the people running back and forth, screaming

"Brothers, this is the last struggle of the thieves, if you block it, you will have countless rewards and rewards, if you block it, your family will not be poisoned by the thieves, and if you block it, you will have a lot of money and food to make your family rich, block it-" All the warlords were repeating the slogan of pacification.

"Kill those who retreat, kill those who hesitate, kill those who disturb the morale of the army, kill those who are unfavorable in battle, and kill those who make thieves go to the city, kill, kill." All the soldiers repeated the bloody five-kill order over and over again.

"Elm Spray, quick, Elm Spray turns the muzzle of the cannon and bombards the thief's longbow for me." Zhen Fu screamed, cursing loudly,

A veteran laboriously beckoned a group of his men to move the muzzle of the elm spray, a long arrow whistled and nailed a helper to death at once, the long arrow passed through the chest, and for a moment it did not die, and it writhed and wailed in front of everyone, and the other master just wanted to stand up, perhaps just to avoid the blood in all directions, or to change a place away from this hellish scream, but a snowy knife flashed mercilessly on his neck, and the gang fell on the elm spray with disbelief in disbelief, The blood that spurted out turned into a strange rainbow under this blood-like sunset.

"Quick, come and help push the cannon, hurry." The veteran shouted hoarsely as he summoned his men.

Another master stepped forward, pulled away the corpse of his companion with a blank face, and used all his strength to push the elm spray.

"Alright, ignition." After a period of nervous manipulation, the elm spray was finally put in the right position, and the old soldier picked up a torch and was about to make it to the fire door, when another long arrow flew whistling, passed through the old soldier's body, and nailed him to the huge body of the elm spray, and immediately dyed the white elm spray a blood-red color.

The torch fell, but was quickly picked up by one of the people and stabbed hard at the fire door.

"Boom-"

The mouth of the elm cannon flashed a dark red firelight, and a blazing lead flew out with a whistling whistle, pounced on the longbow array under the city, and in the blink of an eye, the queue of the thief longbowmen rose up a burst of earth mist and more than a dozen puffs of blood, and the array collapsed for a while, but there was still no wailing and screaming, and the broken gap was immediately filled by the substitute behind him, picking up the longbow that could still be used on the ground and continuing to send the longarrow tenaciously into the sky.

After a few earth-shattering cannon shots, all that was exchanged for a brief thinning of the long arrows was there, but they immediately became dense again.

A veteran ran forward, jumped and kicked his helpers to carry the gunpowder and lead, picked up a wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of gunpowder into the muzzle of the elm spray, to see if it was enough to scoop a spoonful, then picked up a piece of broken paper and stuffed it in, let a strong man pound it violently, and then stuffed a bag of lead into it to tamp it, and then poured primer into a fire hole behind the elm spray, adjusted the muzzle, and then waited for the command of the town.

Seeing the dense poles under the city like the rising tide of the sea, the town shouted loudly: "Shoot at the city, at the thieves under the city." ”

Adjusting the muzzle of the cannon again, five cannon shots rang out in succession, and five collapsed craters were created in the sea of people, but the collapsed crater was immediately filled by the crowd of people swarming up behind.

There was no shouting to kill, no screaming, just rushing up so dullly.

"Reload, reload, bombard me." Zhen Fu jumped to his feet and shouted at the slow soldiers: "Bomb them, bomb them." ”

But this time no one moved. When Zhen Fu saw this, he raised the steel knife in his hand high, and howled like a mad tiger: "Why, you pickled things, do you want to disobey and disrespect? Could it be that the Five Killings Order is useless to you? Isn't my steel knife fast? ”

An old soldier was so frightened that he fell to his knees: "My lord, the elm spray can only be fired twice at a time, and if you recharge it, it will overheat and blow up itself, then this section of the city wall will no longer exist." ”

Hearing this, it was difficult for the big knife raised high to fall, and he was not so crazy that he lost his mind, if he really forcibly charged, the elm wood would be blown up, and there would be no one standing on this section of the city wall.

He looked at the big knife on the female wall of the city wall, gritted his teeth and said: "Hurry up and cool it with cold water, hurry up and deal with the embers of the cannon chamber, half an hour, not two quarters of an hour, I must hear the cannon sound again, otherwise I will use your head as a cannon buckshot." Then, ignoring the hustle and bustle of these gunners, he rushed to the next place with his broadsword.

"Oh no, the thief's ladder is up to the city—" one of the signmen shouted, followed by the cry of all the signmen who were dead.

The first ladder, under the rain of arrows like the enemy going crazy, approached the city wall, set up the city wall, more than a dozen men ran forward, dropped the burdensome shield or quilt in their hands, dozens of pairs of firm big hands, pressed the ladder to the death, the sword and shield hand did not need to be commanded, did not wait for the ladder to stick to the city wall, and climbed up desperately.

The rain of arrows in the city did not cause any great damage to the besieging coalition forces due to the water-soaked quilts, but continued to consume the arrows on the city. It wasn't until a series of ladders were carried on top of the city walls that the city began to scream and smash the rolling wood and masonry below.

The quilt is effective against arrows, but it is useless against rolling wood stones, and there are constantly pieces of coalition soldiers who are hit by rolling wood stones and fall down, and blood begins to stain this dry yellow earth, from little by little to piece, and finally begins to merge into a pool of blood, stepping on countless big feet for a while, splashing blood flowers.

But a few people will rush up to fill the gap, a ladder is built on the city wall, another ladder is also set up, more and more ladders are built on the city wall, after a while, the city wall is almost full of ladders, like ants like warriors lose their shields that get in the way, the clothes on their bodies, waiting for blood-red eyes, with a big knife in their mouths to climb along the ladders, and constantly have young people hit by rolling logs and stones, falling down silently, but all people are inspired by this silent tragedy The blood in their hearts is no longer concerned about death and injury, one after the other, upward, upward.

The casualties continued to increase, but the ladders continued to lean against the city wall, and the ant-like crowd continued to approach the city head with difficulty but tenaciously, and the entire city wall was almost covered by an ant-like crowd, and the color of the city wall could no longer be seen.

A ladder was pushed down by the sign on the city with a long pole, and the people above it fell down like dumplings, and fell into the crowd of ants below the city, like knives and guns like deep forests, not dead and wounded, but immediately a strong man with a quilt lifted him up again, leaned against the city wall again, and was covered with the pole that climbed up again in a blink of an eye.

Several strong men on the city wall braved the rain of arrows that were constantly shot up under the city to carry a large pot of hot oil to the battlement, shouting the trumpet and struggling to fall to a cloud ladder, with the fall of the hot oil, the human ladder was the skin and flesh bloomed, and the smell of the demonic human flesh spread throughout the winter battlefield, and a string of seriously injured and immortal poles fell like dumplings, rolling silently under the city wall.

The ladders under the city walls, and the poles that were ready to take over the climbing, were all not damaged by the quilts, and when they saw their brothers falling, they immediately lifted the quilts that were in the way on their bodies, and without hesitation, they held the big knife in their hands, and climbed the ladder again with red eyes.

The city shouted to kill the heavens, but the city was as silent as death, in the silence, in the dull wheezing and heartbeat, but there was a boundless murderous battle intent rising, becoming a strange scene.