This is a good opportunity to end the battle, there is no need to think about it, the morale of the Liao army is high, all of them are in high spirits, they don't need the command of Yelu Bodhisattva at all, they also know what to do, brandishing their scimitars, and desperately rushed forward.

"The city is broken! Kill the Nanren! ”

"Kill all the southern people, rob all the men's belongings, and force the women of the Southern Dynasty to suffer!"

"The silk, wine, and women of the southerners are all from the Daliao warriors!"

After the city was broken, all the wealth in the converted city, including the beautiful women, was the spoils of the Liao army, who could not rejoice? Who can not be desperate.

If it falls behind, and it can't even catch the soup, the Liao army will rush forward with all the strength of milk, and must break through the city of Guixin, and everything in the city of Guixin will become Liao's, even if it is land.

The Liao army was crowded, shoulder to shoulder, heel rubbing, crowded, as dense as straw in a rice field, with greedy light shining in their eyes, looking at the Song people on the ice city, just like a hunter looking at their prey.

"Hold on! Resist! ”

Qi Dabao, Huangfu Song, and Zheng Tai roared loudly, commanding the heroes of the Guixin Army, Ding Zhuang, and Qi Yunshe to fight.

"Commander Wu, is it okay?" Zheng Tai asked loudly.

"No, more intensively! The denser the better! Wu Ji looked at the surging Liao army, with a calm and resolute face, without the slightest panic.

The Liao army rushed up, and they were greeted by stones, bows and arrows, and captive swords, and the converted army, heroes, and people on the ice city resisted hard, and the Liao army poured up more and more, and became more and more dense.

"Almost!"

Wu Ji judged the situation and knew that the time had come to use the trump card, so he ordered loudly: "Thunderbolt, prepare!" Throw! ”

At this moment, the heavy task of resisting the Liao army is mainly carried out by the Guixin Army, the heroes of Qiyun Society, and Ding Zhuang, and the matter of throwing thunderbolts can only be handed over to the people. In order not to make mistakes, with the craftsmen of the Wu military industry as the core, they make thunderbolts, and they are particularly familiar with thunderbolts, and they will not make mistakes.

Wu Ji gave an order, holding a torch in his left hand and a thunderbolt in his right hand, lit it, and threw it fiercely at the Liao army under the ice wall.

There were five or six hundred people who were ordered to throw thunderbolts, Wu Qing, Yang Xiu, Ding Zhuang, Qiao Dayuan, and Li Bofu from Wujiazhuang, they were all there, and the thunderbolts in their hands drew a beautiful arc and fell in the Liao army.

Hundreds of thunderbolts streaked across the sky, weaving a beautiful net of fire, which was particularly conspicuous and covered the Liao army.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

One loud bang after another came, and one after another fires flashed, and the earth shook and the earth trembled.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

The screams of the Liao army before they died rang out, I don't know how many Liao soldiers were injured, how many Liao soldiers were killed, only stumps and broken arms, broken internal organs, cracked bones, and shattered flesh and blood...... Splash around. Lifeless limbs dance in the air, outlining a horrific picture from the abyss of hell.

Every time there explodes, several people were killed and injured, and hundreds of thunderbolts exploded one after another, and the consequences were quite serious, and their lethality far exceeded Wu Ji's expectations.

When the explosion stopped, I saw corpses in one place, stumps and severed arms in one place, the ice and snow were no longer white, but turned red, and the surging blood kept flowing, converging into red streams, surging on the ice and snow.

With the blood flowed, there was also broken flesh floating, like a river with weeds and sludge.

This is a strange picture that is extremely strange and shocking, unseen and unheard of. Even Wu Ji, the initiator, had never seen such a tragic war picture, smelling the strong bloody smell in the air that was enough to make people sick, Wu Ji's eyes were round, his mouth was wide open, and he was directly petrified.

It's shocking!

The two warring parties, whether it was the Converts or the Liao Army, all stopped, looked at the tragic scene, and turned into statues.

The Liao army was too concentrated, which was conducive to the power of firearms, and the casualties were heavy, which was shocking, and the originally dense crowd suddenly became an open space, and there were no people, only stumps and broken arms.

Such a strange thing is like a miraculous wave of God's hand, for the Liao army, it is an incomprehensible supernatural force, all of them are dumbfounded, standing on the ground, their eyes don't know how to turn.

"Long live the Great Song!"

The first to react was Wu Ji, although he had never seen such a tragic war picture, after all, he was a modern person, he could understand, and waved his arms and shouted.

As he said, as long as the thunderbolts continued, he would be able to hold the city of conversion. Now, this is an ironclad fact, under this round of explosions, the Liao army suffered five or six hundred casualties, and although the Liao army has a superiority in strength, it can't help but bomb like this.

"Long live the Great Song!"

The Converting Army, the people, and the heroes of the Qiyun Society woke up to Wu Ji's roar, and they were all overjoyed, waving their arms and yelling.

Originally, they thought that the Liao army had attacked the city, and the city of Guixin was about to fall, although there was Wu Ji's guarantee, they were still suspicious and did not dare to believe it, after all, this kind of thing had never happened. Facts speak louder than words, and the scene in front of them proves that Wu Ji's judgment is incomparably correct, how can they not be happy? How can you not be excited?

Everyone's face was full of joy, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement, and they couldn't stop jumping to vent their joy in order to vent their joy.

Contrary to the joy of the Song army, the Liao army's face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror, looking at the people of the city like a devil. They simply don't understand why there has been such an incredible change.

"Wu Ji, what did you do?" Yelu Bodhisattva was bold, his voice trembled, and he asked.

At this time, Yelu Bodhisattva's courage was gone, his face was pale, his body trembled, his speech stammered, his eyes were full of horror, his legs trembled, and he almost peed his pants.

It's not that he's timid, it's that this kind of thing is far beyond his cognition, and it classifies him as a supernatural supernatural event.

Wu Ji saw Yelu Bodhisattva's shocked appearance in his eyes, and couldn't help but think of it, raised his hands up, faced the sky, and prayed loudly: "Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Taishang Laojun, please send disaster to Liaogou and let them die!" Haste as a law! ”

Looking at Yelu Bodhisattva, with a fierce look, he raised his throat and roared: "Liao Gou, listen, I have learned a spell that can cause the heavenly thunder to bombard you to death." Hehe, thunder and lightning mother, quickly rain down the thunder. ”

With a wave of his right hand, he roared: "Thunderbolt, throw!" ”

Wu Qing and Yang Xiuxiu hurriedly threw out thunderbolts, and there was another earth-shattering loud noise, killing some Liao soldiers and pits appeared on the ground.

"Wu Ji, you liar, isn't this a thunderbolt?" Yelu Bodhisattva was a little unconvinced, and boldly inquired.

"Hey, hey!" Wu Ji smiled very sinisterly, pointed at Yelu Bodhisattva and sneered: "Liao dog, you are so stupid, do you know what a thunderbolt is?" Thunderbolt is thunder, and I made it by collecting divine thunder. Look, I've brought in a lot of thunder and killed you all! ”

At that time, the gods were still very believing, the Song Dynasty believed in Taoism, and later Song Huizong was a great Taoist temple. And the Khitan, who is a nomadic people, believes in primitive religion, and respects the gods, Wu Ji's words, Yelu Bodhisattva does not believe in ten points, but also believes in eight points, and keeps retreating, his face is even whiter, and he asks tremblingly: "Really?" ”

"Fake! You try it! ”

Wu Ji's answer made him scratch his head, but he didn't have the courage to try, called Mom, turned around and fled.

"Chase! Close the gates first! ”

Wu Ji ordered loudly and jumped down from the ice city first.

The converts and the people, like roosters, jumped down from the ice city and joined the ranks of the pursuing Liao army.

"Kill all the dogs!"

"Avenge your brothers and sisters!"

The converts and the people roared as they pursued. At the right time, the Liao army thought about good things, to raze the city of Guixin to the ground, to turn the wealth in the city of Guixin into the Liao army, this is only a big fart, but it is the other way around, they only care about fleeing for their lives, and the Song army and the people are chasing like tigers coming down the mountain.

"The southerners will be thunderous, run away!"

"Run away, if you don't run away, you'll die!"

While fleeing, the Liao army roared in horror, and his voice trembled, which showed the uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, the Liao army was like a frightened rabbit, just trying to flee for their lives, and everyone was terrified. The place they wanted to go to was the city gate, which rushed like a tidal wave. Soon, the gate of the city was crowded with people, like headless flies, squeezing out of the city.

"Thunderball, throw!"

At this moment, a voice that seemed to come from hell sounded, and I saw Wu Ji leading the Converts to chase after them from behind, and threw the thunderbolt in his hand at them.

There were too many Liao troops at the city gate, too dense, and after an earth-shattering explosion, the Liao army became stumps, broken arms, and broken flesh and bones.

The city gate was the door of escape, and despite the heavy casualties, the Liao army did not stop at all, and still rushed over.

Mrs. Zheng, Huangfu Song, and Qi Dabao all understand that if they recover the city gate first, and then close the door and fight the dogs, they will definitely gain a good harvest. At this time, the Liao army had broken its guts, and it was a good opportunity for the Liao army to kill the killer, so the people rushed over, and the thunderbolts were thrown all over the place, causing heavy casualties to the Liao army.

There was no need for Wu Ji to give an order, and the Returning Army also knew what to do, Li Mingchu roared, rushed over, came to the city gate, threw the captive knife, and began to push the city gate, ready to close.

The converts rushed over to help, and dozens of converts pushed the heavy gates of the city and gradually closed.

"Quick, take the gates!"

"You can't let the southerners shut it up!"

The soldiers of the Liao army looked at the city gate that was constantly closing, and their hearts were terrified, the city gate was their only way to live, if the city gate was closed, they would not want to escape.

Death and hope can give people infinite strength, and the Liao army waved its scimitar and rushed over, preparing to recapture the city gate. But they were greeted with thunderbolts, bows and arrows, and swords. The bows and arrows were sharp, the swords were sharp, and the thunderbolts were fierce, and no matter how they attacked, they could not reach the city gates, and could only watch the city gates close little by little.

"Boom!"

The city gate was closed, and the last way of life for the Liao army was cut off.

Looking at the closed city gate, the Liao army felt as if the end of the world had come, his whole body was cold, his hands were weak, and the scimitars in his hands fell to the ground.

(To be continued)