When the time agreed with He Renlong came, the fighter plane was fleeting, especially the death of Chen Baowo, which completely aroused Zhang Shifu's young blood.

"Attack-" Zhang Fifteen was on the war horse, in the rumbling war drums, under the gaze of nearly 10,000 pairs of eyes above and below the city, the blood in his body had boiled to the extreme, and he suddenly raised his war knife high, making a decision that he regretted.

When Yang Fan heard the rumbling of the war drum, one of them turned over and jumped up, shouting: "It's not good." He jumped up and threw himself on the wall, his mouth opening in a panic and reaching out of the city, "Don't rush—" He tried to stop Zhang Shoubei's attack.

However, no one looked at him, and no one paid attention to the cries of a hundred households in a small guard.

Yes, the rank of those commanders is countless higher than that of this small hundred households, how can they care about the advice of a small garrison? Looking at the battle formation that had rumbled, Yang Fan just stretched out his hands, opened his mouth, and stood at the head of the city like a wood carving clay sculpture, after a long time, he gave up helplessly, sat weakly behind the female wall, couldn't bear to close his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "It's over, he's defeated." ”

He was defeated, Zhang Cunmeng shook his head helplessly, and then, helplessly, watched his children rush to the battlefield like moths to the battlefield with a young and vigorous garrison.

It is impossible to stop, and at the same time it is not what you should do, and it offends at least three aspects.

First, guard the Zhang family, second, the county honors Master Liu, and third, the governor, such a thing, for the old man, there is no difficult choice.

A group of brothers who followed the Zhang family into battle, although they were maintained by Zhang Yuan with family affection and care on the surface, but they were still a kind of pawns to achieve the Zhang family's own goals, and when they died, the Zhang family may be sad, but their death was exchanged for their loyalty to the court, in fact, it was the Zhang family.

Zhang Yuan is no longer a simple businessman, nor is he the original mind of only wanting to avenge his father and son.

He had already tasted power, and it had burned deep into his bone marrow and melted into his blood. Now he just hopes to use the corpses of his children and the blood of the villagers of the people to change the color of the official robe on his body, the color of blood red, and hopes that the white bones of Lei Lei will put his feet higher.

The county lord can't afford to offend, a seven-grade civil official, kill himself a five-grade general, no one will pity himself, the reason why he is relied on now, this really has to be entrusted to the thief Lu Shi's blessing, so that he still has some use, and when Lu Shi is exterminated, then his fate is uncertain, therefore, you can't offend any powerful boss, this is serious, not to mention the governor of the hunting side.

Seeing that the hairy boy of the Zhang family took his army and gave up the support of the army in the city, he rushed to his big formation with enthusiasm, and in the silence of the waist drum behind the whole team, Geng Kui sat at one end of the military formation, and a smiling flower suddenly bloomed on his serious cheeks. Haha, this kid is defeated.

Lu Shi stood on the high enemy tower, and when he saw that the official army under the leadership of a young and vigorous general began to attack his own military formation, he smiled disdainfully, turned to the two small smiles behind him, patted the dust on his hands, and said: "After the excitement, let's go back, there is nothing to do here, I still have to be busy." After saying that, he took the lead down the steep wooden ladder and went straight back to his big tent regardless of it.

There is no suspense about victory, and some are just reports on how many enemy soldiers have been killed or wounded. This debriefing won't be long in coming.

"Kill—" The wind brought by the charge howled and blew across the young faces of every Zhang Jiajun's children, hot, but the desire to fight and win was not extinguished.

Zhang Jiajun was enraged by Chen Bao's killing, and died in the hands of a famous thief, but he died in the hands of five unknown soldiers, and only one of the five soldiers was injured by Chen Bao, which was an insult and a great shame, Chen Bao's death in battle dealt a heavy blow to the morale of a group of officers and soldiers who had turned into poles, but it also stimulated Zhang Jiajun's fighting spirit.

Snow shame, shame for Chen Baoxue, charged, defeated the opponent, defeated the thief in a dignified manner, and fought shame.

For a dignified battle, they have absolute confidence, because, three thousand against two thousand, the equipment is not different from the thief, the morale should be better than them, if they don't win, there will be no reason.

The earth is shaking, the war drums are roaring, the big array rushing forward, but there is no shouting and killing, each of the Zhang Jiajun brothers who charged with blood red eyes, gritted their teeth and stared at the other party's thieves from slow to fast, and then rushed forward.

Geng Kui sat on his horse, looking at the rolling and murderous Zhang Jiajun, squinting his eyes and silently calculating the distance in his heart.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, arrived.

There was no need for Geng Kui to give an order, and the commander of the firearms battalion dutifully gave his own order. "Tiger Volley."

The strict flag gate was divided, and a mighty tiger cannon showed their hideous huge mouth on the battle array.

As soon as the flag door opened, the tiger appeared, and Zhang Shifu and Zhang Cunmeng, who were pressing the formation behind the formation, had a great change in their faces at that time, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The thief has a longbow, which they know, the thief has an elm spray, they also know, but they never expected that the thief also has a tiger zun, which is a big killer that even the Ming can't cast, and there is not much equipment, it is a combination of countless technical peaks, how can the thief be equipped? And the flag door is open, not only there are tiger statues, but there are so many, row by row, as far as the eye can see, there are as many as fifty.

Fifty, what kind of power is that? It was the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth, and it was definitely something that the Zhang family army could not resist.

Withdraw, this is Zhang Fifteen's first idea, but looking at the large array of Zhang's army that has already run, it is impossible to stop now, and casualties will be inevitable.

Of course, the Zhang Jiajun brothers who were charging forward saw the Tiger Venerable represented by the god of death, and their blood immediately turned cold, cold as freezing point, and their excited and distorted faces were completely distorted by fear.

Stopped, turned around and ran, even if they didn't receive the gong to collect the troops, because in front of this row of tiger venerables, they had no way out.

But damn inertia makes the brothers in the back push them forward, forward. At the same time, the commander of the thief had already raised the command flag, and then slashed it down.

"Boom, boom, boom" The Tiger Zun spewed out the fire of the Grim Reaper, and a puff of fiery lead rushed into the dense enemy formation like a group of smiling Grim Reapers, and immediately brought up a puff of screaming blood.

The rows of Zhang Jiajun who charged forward were like suddenly hitting a copper wall and iron wall, and were bombarded by the hot lead bullet into the fragile body, even if some of the children were equipped with well-equipped iron armor, in front of the lead, the armor was like waste paper, and it broke in an instant. After several heated leads, it penetrated the body, turned into a liquid state and tumbled, tearing the bones, muscles, and internal organs that it encountered, and then dissolving into the enemy's body, and hitting it, almost no longer lucky.

One row fell, the other row was pushed up from behind again, and at the same time, they also saw an opportunity, the blood screams of the brothers' robes made these young people forget their fear again, and only hatred rose, rushing up, stepping on the corpses of their comrades-in-arms and brothers, with red eyes and muffled voices, trying to speed up, they knew that the tiger was extremely powerful, but it would take a while to reload, as long as they seized this time and rushed into the artillery position, then everything was almost over.

However, this extremely short space for artillery fire was immediately covered by the screaming giant arrows of the whistling longbow, layer by layer, endlessly, even the iron warriors, in such an endless huge rain of arrows, would only be mercilessly buried.

It's too much, it's horrible. This was the voice of Zhang Shoubei's heart, and all the people watching the battle in the city and under the city opened their mouths wide, and they couldn't make a sound.

I have long heard that the thief's longbow is extremely powerful, but that is just a rumor, in this Pucheng, almost no one has really understood it, and now, this giant arrow that obscures the sun and suppresses the autumn wind completely destroys the will of almost everyone.

Zhang Cunmeng also opened his mouth wide, he had learned the power of Lu Shi's longbow more than once, but every time he appeared, it gave him a new shock.

The original impression of the longbow firing was just a burst of rapid fire, and then it would stop, because the thieves lacked iron, and the arrow clusters that were three times larger than ordinary arrow clusters accumulated by smashing pots and selling iron were something that Lu Shi thieves could not and did not dare to waste.

And now, it is an overwhelming shot out like no money, one after the other, the huge arrow shadow completely obscured the sun, completely covered the battlefield, and each warrior was honored to receive three or four long arrows that could kill the enemy with one arrow, and some more.

"Lord Garrison, quickly give the order to collect the troops." Zhang Cunmeng grabbed the violently jumping Zhang 15 and roared loudly.

These 3,000 most elite officers and soldiers, there are 1,000 elite Zhang families, non-muddy brothers, and even the children of landlords and officials who have a deep enmity with Lu Shi, this is the foundation of the future confrontation against Lu Shi, and it can't be sacrificed in vain just to boost the momentum.

There was no need for Zhang 15 to order the troops to be withdrawn, and in the face of such a blow, the three thousand children attacked bravely, then slowed down, then feared, and finally shouted, turned around and ran, and in that originally fierce face, now full of fear and despair.

"Run? It's late. Geng Kui laughed, for this kind of easy battle, the mood is very good, at this time, the flag will be raised, the fence on both sides of the camp was knocked down, a thunderous sound of horses' hooves rumbled, and the two teams of Dalang cavalry rushed out, like two huge iron tongs, fiercely clamped towards the Zhang family army that had begun to rout.

"Repeater." Someone saw the weapons in the hands of those flying thief cavalry, and the audience was shocked.

Yes, the crossbows, ten shots at a time, and extravagant steel arrows, like rain and hail, once again covered the Zhang family's army.

When the two teams of cavalry surrounded the surviving Zhang Jiajun on the battlefield, and those cavalry drew their sabers, Zhang 15 knew that he had completely failed, and the defeat was like a gust of wind, gathering and annihilating.

"Retreat into the city." Zhang Cunmeng pulled his horse, turned around and ran: "Don't let the thieves take the opportunity to break the city." This sentence completely reminded Zhang Shifteen, who still wanted to take hundreds of personal soldiers around him to rescue the robe.

Looking at the battlefield, Zhang Wufu gritted his teeth and shouted resolutely: "Enter the city." Without saying a word, the first one rushed across the drawbridge and into the city gates.