Dark clouds rolled overhead, layer by layer above the fortress of the Ten Sun, in the cracks of those brown, tattered flag-like clouds, the obscured sunlight was weakly transmitted, but in the blink of an eye, more dark clouds were swallowed up, and the whole world was like the end of the world, full of darkness, depression, fear and coldness.

The Dongyi attacked.

Hundreds of civilians and slaves who had not yet had time to escape, or who had already resigned themselves to death, came out of their low, damp houses and numbly climbed up the walls to assist the turquoise guards, some of them tying arrows to the backs of the walking wooden dogs, and some rolling logs as thick as human waists on the walls. I still don't want to die, but death has come, and who can hide from it?

The old blacksmith jumped out of the blacksmith shop with a stick, jumped over the broken bluestone alley like a frog, and jumped up the zigzag wall ladder one by one, and a soldier stopped him, signaling that he did not need his help, he waved the stick to scare the soldier away, stubbornly jumped on the wall, stood on a large stone on the wall, put the dry palm between his eyebrows, and tried his best to look into the distance.

There are thousands of people at once, and there is no boundary.

The endless plains were filled with men and horses, and the banner of thorny flowers rolled wildly in the wind. In front of the black oppressive battle array were all kinds of strange siege equipment, the old blacksmith swore that he had never seen such strange siege equipment in his life, some of them were like iron turtles, some seemed to be upright poisonous snakes, and even more like huge monsters kept opening and closing their mouths, and at the moment when they opened and closed their mouths, they revealed their cold teeth, like jagged teeth, which could chew people in two. Behind the siege equipment was a row of chariots, not many in number, but there were twenty of them, and it seems that the Dongyi people were careful not to make a mistake, considering that the defenders might go out of the city to intercept them. Around the chariot were sword and shield men, halberders, and heavily armed knights, and archers shrunk behind. At the end of the battle were rows of huge stone throwers, and the old blacksmith saw that swarms of ants were arching them, and they wanted to arch these behemoths into their intended positions.

"All have to die, all have to die."

Looking at the huge war machine, the old blacksmith let out a dreamlike groan, a cold wind came through, he shivered, and the banner embroidered with the five-clawed golden dragon fluttered on the arrow tower, he looked at the flag and sneered. The atmosphere on the walls was as cold as death, and the defenders in armor stood as if they were not breathing. A young man passed by the old blacksmith and gave him a strange look. The old blacksmith glared at the young man, who he knew must be laughing at him for breaking his leg and running up to the wall.

Idiot, I'm here to see how you died, and how the fortress fell, anyway, the Iron Hill Clan is dead.

The old blacksmith thought so, he knew the young man, these strange fortification equipment on the city wall was made by this man, although he did not know the specific function, but the old blacksmith knew that these things were also murderous without blinking, they were all the same, yes, they were all the same, they brought death and despair to people, but they still thought they were righteous.

What is justice? There is no hope, is there still a need for justice?

The old blacksmith's eyes searched through the crowd, and finally let him find the Lord of the Wind and the Night, the noble queen of Yin, the hereditary first-class marquis, who was being guarded by a group of armor warriors, and the blue-green daze on his back was extremely conspicuous, because there were gold threads on the corners of the daze, this was a mysterious fellow, no one had ever seen his appearance, only that he had a pair of eyes as cold as ice. Even in this situation, his eyes were still cold, as if in this world, no one or anything could arouse the slightest wave in his heart.

However, the old blacksmith knew that this must be pretended, and the old blacksmith knew it clearly, what noble nobleman, what hereditary first-class marquis? Bah, I actually dare to claim the title of King Yin, if it weren't for his ancestors who defected, how could King Yin be so easily cut off by that puppet and take over the world? Although they both belong to King Yin, the old blacksmith is ashamed to be with such a person.

Hatred and despair spread in the old blacksmith's heart, and all his eyes saw was the shadow of death.

"Spring, spring, spring."

The horn of war sounded under the gray sky, and beneath the gray fortress, the enemy army rushed out of the battle array, men and horses in armor, and the heavy hooves of the horses crushed the damp earth and splashed in all directions. The horse's head is covered with hideous visors, and even its ears are covered with sharp horns, like a monster crawling out of hell, which makes people palpitate. The knight galloped to the bottom of the walls, swung the two great plate axes in his hands, and roared. He was answered by a lightning-fast arrow, and under the cold and deathly sky, a man of long body stood on the battlement of the wall in half-length armor, the string of his longbow of human height still groaning.

"Boom!"

The harsh sound of gold and iron clattering penetrated his ears, and the old blacksmith saw the hoplite knight block the deadly blow with his plate axe in the midst of lightning, and ran towards the battle formation. It's really rude, others are here to invite a fair and just fight, could it be that you still want to defend to the end? The old blacksmith muttered in his heart, he recognized the man who released the arrow, a retainer of the light night, as if it was called some kind of wind, and at this time he could no longer distinguish between friend and foe, but felt that the people on the wall, the people under the wall, all deserved to die.

"Roll rolling." A black bird suddenly streaked across the sky.

Under the city walls, there was a slight commotion in the immobile battle formation, and dozens of ragged men were escorted out by the soldiers, who pressed them down in the mud, raised the iron swords in their hands, and did not fall for a long time. Most of the group were civilians and slaves from the fortress, including two soldiers dressed in turquoise curtains. They stared blankly at the walls, the fortress that was supposed to protect them, but now left them on their knees in the mud.

Don't you feel guilty, oathbreaker?

The old blacksmith leaned on a wooden stick and looked fiercely at the man in the gold-rimmed coat.

Suddenly, the man in the gold-rimmed coat seemed to notice the old blacksmith's vicious gaze, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at the old blacksmith. A majestic warrior beside him also looked at the old blacksmith, and after a while, whispered something to him. They must be trying to kill me, the old blacksmith thought, come on, I wanted to die a long time ago, anyway, the Tieqiu clan is dead.

However, the man shook his head slowly, and moved his gaze to the city wall, and at that moment, the old blacksmith's heart jumped inexplicably, and he saw sadness in the man's eyes, which was an indescribable sadness, which had nothing to do with the cruel gaze of the old blacksmith.

At this time, the murderers under the city walls began to kill, and one after another their heads were chopped off and rolled in the mud.

The wind on the city walls stood like a javelin.

Soon, dozens of civilians, slaves, and soldiers were killed, and the killers rubbed their swords on their corpses. My Li'er, maybe that's how they cut off her head, poor Li'er, I can't even get your corpse, the old blacksmith's tiny eyes overflowed with blood-red tears.

"Spring, spring, spring."

Not to be outdone, the horn on the city wall sounded, and Feng Qingye raised his right hand high and clenched it into a fist, and the fist wearing the armor shone with a dazzling silver light, and even the dark clouds above his head could not hide it. The soldiers on the walls roared, their swords striking their shields, their halberds slamming to the ground, their throats roaring like beasts, their eyes shining through their helmets, red as blood.

The high battle intent, the angry roar, at this moment, was ignited by that fist.

"Woo......"

With the sound of long and mournful horns, the stone-throwing machines that were already in place danced wildly, and the stones whistled under the gray sky, drawing an arc of death, and they focused on the two broken walls. "Bump, bump!" "Boom! Boom! "The walls trembled and groaned like death, and the stones and wood that filled the walls were like snow that had accumulated on a snow-capped mountain for thousands of years, peeling off layer by layer. At the same time, the young man of the Mo family was holding a strange tripod made of wood to compare the position of the enemy's stone thrower, and suddenly shouted: "All, take three steps back, move two steps east, and twist seven ways!" ”

"Put!"

As the soldiers shifted the stone thrower, the young man waved his hand violently, and a rain of stones cut through the sky, tearing through the autumn wind, and smashing it at the enemy stone throwers that were dancing wildly.

"Bump, bang." A stone thrower was smashed and shattered like a piece of paper, and the stone continued to pound, plowed a bloody streak in the dense sea of people.

"Retreat, retreat!" An old man standing on the chariot screamed, however, apparently it was too late, and another rain of stones fell, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

As a result, the first offensive and defensive battle of the fortress began.

A flock of vultures hovered in the sky, occasionally struck by the flying stones, but their thirst for flesh was far greater than death, and they danced a shuddering dance on the tip of the knife of life, staring coldly at the flesh-stirring Shura field below. When the stone throwers on both sides were plundered, the stones were exhausted, and all that should have been destroyed was destroyed, the city wall was riddled with holes and scars, the two broken walls were crumbling, an arrow tower fell with a bang, and the soldiers above were smashed into flesh, and the city wall was stained red with blood, and the damp earth was full of pits, and the stumps were all over the wilderness. The vultures were excited, they screamed and circled, but they didn't immediately fly down to enjoy their food, for they knew that this was just the beginning.

The old blacksmith was also excited, raising his hands to the sky, and making a "uh-uh-uh" sound in his throat.

The Great Thorn Flower Banner in the center of the Great Array swayed, and the iron-skinned turtles and upright poisonous snakes were pushed forward inch by inch.

"Spring, Spring......"

"Ho, ho."

The two-foot-long horn cried like ghosts, and the soldiers let out a dull, unanimous roar. There was no sunlight, and the iron armor on their bodies, the swords and halberds in their hands were dim, but they were even more terrifying. When the iron-skinned turtles and poisonous snakes were about to reach the city wall, arrows rained down from the sky, piercing the soldiers who followed them, sticking them into the ground, a sea of people, stubble after stubble, but no one retreated.

This is a contest between life and death.

The living live firmly, and the dead sleep forever.