The black dome shrouded the entire land, but the city of Xiangyang was brightly lit and noisy, and the surging sound could be heard clearly even if it was several miles away.

It's the end of August, and a small crescent moon hangs above the black dome, and the stars in the sky seem to have disappeared tonight.

It's really a dark night and a high night, killing people and setting fires!

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Xiangyang City, the Mongolian camp outside the city is much quieter. The continuous tents that cover the sky and the sun are still brightly lit, not like the stars, but they are more dazzling than the stars.

In the corners of the endless tents, there are a few dark places that are unknown. A column of stubborn Mongol foot soldiers rushed out of the darkness and disappeared into the thick darkness.

On the head of Xiangyang City, a few torches swayed in the wind, and in the faint yellow firelight, one or two figures could be seen walking on the city wall from time to time. If you look at it a little more, you will find that the heads of those wandering soldiers are basically not looking outside the city wall, but all looking towards the brightly lit and lively place in the city.

A few low curses gradually dissipated into the night through the hot and humid evening breeze.

Xiangyang City in the darkness is like a sleeping ancient beast, silent and majestic. At this moment, if someone could hold an infrared telescope in their hands, then they should immediately find that less than two miles away from the city wall, countless red humanoid figures were quietly approaching the silent city wall.

On the upper floor of the dark city, which is not visible to the human eye, two figures stood in the darkness.

"Seemingly, do you think that Wen Buhua will come to steal the city?"

A low voice rang out in the darkness.

"Hehe, if you don't come, we'll go drink, and when we come, don't we give Meng Shuai more credit?" The speaker paused for a moment and continued: "Actually, I'm just guessing, I hope I don't disappoint me......"

“……”

Meng Heng's expression could not be seen in the darkness, but Jia Yidao could imagine Meng Hui's expression after hearing this.

The two people who spoke were the absolute protagonists Jia Nidao and Meng Heng, who should have appeared in the celebration of the army!

If the meticulous work of Kou Wen Buhua found that Meng Hui and Jia Rudao were not celebrating with the generals of the Jinghu Army in the marshal mansion in the city at all, I am afraid that they would never hand out such a message to Kou Wen Buhua.

"Mongolia's surge is quiet, it's a bit too much! Hehe, Meng Shuai, don't worry, it seems that his mouth is not warm, and he really can't sit still after receiving the news......"

"What's the news?"

“……”

Jia Rudao wanted to say that I won't tell you, but considering Meng Hui's reaction after hearing this, he still gave up and simply chose to remain silent. He didn't expect that Meng Hui, who was decisive on the battlefield, would still have such a fiery gossip heart, which really surprised him.

"Hmph, if that mouth doesn't come to steal the city tonight, Ben Shuai ...... Ben Shuai wants to drink until you can't get out of bed for three days! ”

“……”

What a powerless threat! Jia Yidao seemed to have seen Meng Heng's anxious appearance at this moment, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"How long has it been since the last rocket was fired, Meng Shuai?"

In order to prevent a sneak attack with a warm mouth, Meng Hui thought of a stupid solution, that is, every night, the soldiers of Jinghu guarding the city would shoot a certain number of rockets outside the city every tea time, in order to check if there were any enemy troops sneaking in to prepare for a sneak attack.

"It's only been a long time since I ejaculated." Meng Hui was obviously a little unsure.

"Then give the order to shoot a round of reconnaissance rockets now, I think they should have arrived."

“……”

Soon, hundreds of flaming rockets shot out from the three walls of Xiangyang City in turn, drawing a wonderful curve and falling to the ground, illuminating a large area of open space in front of the city.

"Seemingly, your feeling is not accurate!"

Looking at the somewhat dim bare ground illuminated by the burning rocket, Meng Hui gloated a little.

Jia Yidao, who was holding a telescope and glancing, did not speak.

Could it be that if you don't spend your mouth warm, you will really let such a good time go?

A faint light flashed in the telescope, but it was like a bolt of lightning, which made Jia Yidao feel shocked.

Here it comes!

"Zhao Yi, order all catapults in the city to adjust their range by one hundred and fifty paces and throw thunderbolts with all their might! At least ten catapults on each wall use the fire bombs newly made by the official, quick! ”

Putting down the binoculars, Jia Rudao said in a deep voice.

A figure sprang out of the castle tower and ran towards the city wall.

Meng Hui snatched the telescope from Jia Yidao's hand and looked around desperately, but except for those rockets that were already gradually extinguishing, he didn't see anything that could move.

"Seeming to be the ...... Nobody......"

As Meng Heng spoke, countless sneering and blooming objects of countless sparks lightly crossed the city wall and fell into the darkness.

"Boom, boom!"

In the dazzling firelight, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the thunderous roar instantly resounded across the earth, making the inside and outside of Xiangyang City instantly become a dead silence. Even more dazzling than the sound of the thunderbolt is the dozen or so fireballs that burst like a fiery red storm blooming in the dark, which is sad and beautiful.

Countless terrible howls followed by the thunder, and resounded within two hundred paces of the three walls.

"Phew!"

Meng Hui, who was holding a monocular, clearly saw that in the bursting sparks, there were countless dense figures lying on the ground, who could it be if it wasn't a Mongolian?

After the explosion, more mournful howls were still ringing out. Hundreds of humanoids that had completely turned into fire men were running or rolling desperately in the darkness, igniting large swaths of darkness until they fell to the ground without any life, leaving a humanoid fire burning silently. The terrible sound of the horn in the silence of the night made the listeners feel creepy.

With so many torches, even without binoculars, you can clearly see the countless dense black shadows standing less than two hundred steps under the walls of Xiangyang City.

"Fuck, it's really here!"

Jia Rudao did not answer Meng Heng's words. He knew that if it weren't for the cleverness of the Mongolian soldiers who were preparing for the sneak attack, then today, even if he was prepared, it was estimated that the Jinghu army would suffer a lot of casualties.

If it weren't for the fact that the Mongolian foot soldiers calculated the distance of the rocket shot by the Jinghu Army, and happened to lie on their stomachs at a distance of only ten steps from the rocket, and then the firelight reflected the light on a guy's weapon and was seen by his telescope, it is estimated that it is really possible for them to touch under the city wall.

In the Mongolian camp, he had been staring at Xiangyang City, and when he saw the countless sparks that burst out in the dark night, his face was complicated, and he sighed long. Although it was long expected that it would be a trick to lure the enemy and fail, but after really seeing the failure, it was still a little melancholy.

After all, he was not an ordinary person, and he cleaned up his mood in a blink of an eye, looked at the head of Xiangyang City, which was still dark, and resolutely ordered: "Pass on this king's order, Mingjin...... Collect the troops! ”