Under the half-command and half-oppression of the officers, the militia composed of young men began to carry the oil that had already been boiled to the city wall in vats, and poured them directly from the ladder. Or they threw the stones that had been prepared a long time ago into the piles of people under the city wall one by one. For a time, under the city walls, there were countless wails. But this situation only lasted for a short time. The opponent's wells, the archers in the shield carts, began to concentrate their fire on the militia. The militiamen, without any armor or shields, had little defense against arrows, and for a time, suffered heavy casualties. But under the threat of the swords of the regular army, or the impassioned slogans of defending the homeland and defending the country, the subsequent militiamen rushed forward one by one with their heads covered, taking stones, oil drums, and sasswood. Smashed under the city walls.

Blood, dumped oil, dead bodies, blazing flames, smoke in the sky, arrows breaking through the air, cannon roaring, officers shouting orders, the screams of soldiers on both sides before they were wounded or dying. And the red-eyed, beast-like roar. makes this wall of Tielingwei like a purgatory on earth. Rao is two grandmasters saw and heard, and they were both frightened.

Fierce, extremely ferocious Houjin soldiers. They didn't have so many militias to consume, so they had to hold on to their guns and quickly climb to the city walls. Several teams composed of masters of the Houjin Kingdom, with shields on their heads, took the lead in rushing to the city wall with lightning speed. With their excellent martial arts and fierce momentum, they killed the militia on the city wall, buying a little time for their soldiers, as long as they occupied the city wall for ten seconds, even if it was a few seconds, there would be new Houjin soldiers climbing the city wall.

"Shieldman, hold on." The officers in command hissed and shouted: "Spearman, sprint!" ”

Rows of shield bearers shrank themselves into turtles and headed for the masters who had climbed the city walls. Almost at the same time, the pikemen at the back of the city wall suddenly lunged forward, shouting violently, and stabbed the Houjin men with one shot at the other. The sprint distance is short, but it is usually the case that several pikemen stab one person. Those Houjin masters were also difficult to resist, and several of them were stabbed by spears and fell down.

However, those masters had already bought some time for the soldiers behind them. Another group of elite soldiers, as agile as apes, climbed the city wall. Often, after killing several Da Zhao soldiers, they were killed by spears or bows and arrows. But these Da Zhao soldiers on the city wall were not having a good time, and the arrows of the Houjin archers were still constantly throwing upwards, and then pouring down. The casualty rate continues to soar.

The master group that has been recuperating and preparing for a long time has been waiting for this time for a long time. It's just that the number of people is small, not even twenty people, and they can only assist in guarding a section of the city wall. However, the minimum cultivation among them must also reach the second-grade realm. It occupies the terrain again, the power of numbers. Clearing up the Houjin soldiers who jumped on the city wall, one by one like tigers out of the gate.

The so-called Wang Pin Grandmaster-level master is extremely rare in any country. For example, the Great Zhao Empire, which has 130 million and has a very strong atmosphere of martial arts, is only a mere twelve grandmasters. And the Houjin Kingdom, which has strong folk customs and a poor living environment, can beat Da Zhao so miserably, but it can only come up with four grandmasters. As for the Warats, the Tatars, these once fierce Mongol remnants, a powerful country that has been at odds with the Great Zhao on the border for hundreds of years. Combined, the two countries are only six or seven grandmasters. As for the entire land of Korea, it seems that there is only one grandmaster.

Grandmasters are so rare, but the first-grade and second-grade masters below them are not big roads. A first-class master, the entire Great Zhao, including the rivers and lakes, the imperial court, and the army, will not add up to more than a hundred. And the number of second-grade masters, Quan Da Zhao's current number, will definitely not exceed three hundred.

As for other countries, most of them have strong folk customs and relatively strong collective quality. As for the top masters, they are still a lot worse than Da Zhao. There are less than thirty first-grade masters in Houjin, and as for the second-grade realm, there are probably no more than 100. These people, at least in their own country, were either famous people, or held important positions in the army, or served as guards for royal nobles, princes and generals, etc. It's definitely not the cabbage on the side of the road, and no one wants it on the bad street.

In fact, in any country. If you look at the standard set by Zhao Zhe and Void Zi, a person or soldier who practices martial arts, once he enters the grade, even if it is only a mere nine grades, is already a good resource. Just like this 50,000-strong Houjin army, the combat effectiveness is very strong, but the number of those who are qualified to enter the ninth rank will definitely not exceed 1,500 people.

And Da Zhao's 170,000 regular army, plus 200,000 militiamen, may not be able to make up a thousand Jiupin masters.

It is precisely because of this that this group of teams composed purely of first-grade and second-grade masters, even if they are scattered, occupy a geographical advantage. Killing the Houjin soldiers who climbed the city wall was also chopping melons and vegetables, and it was like a bamboo. Even if some masters who had entered the grade had just climbed the city wall, it was difficult to resist the two or three moves of those masters, and they were ruthlessly killed.

It's just a pity that the masters are strong, but the number is too scarce. Hundreds of meters of the city wall, only a dozen people are assisting in guarding it. Inevitably, some are inadequate. And they are not immortals, although they can defend against most arrows, but they will always miss some tricky arrows. A nun of the Emei faction, a second-grade master, was accidentally shot in the arm by a sharp arrow and was injured. Just flew left and right to board more than a dozen Houjin soldiers, the two sides were clamped left and right, and the nun was hacked to death with a knife before she could escape with light skills. And another first-class master of the Wudang faction, after killing nearly 100 people on the city wall like a wolf, was attacked from behind by an enemy first-class master who pretended to be an ordinary soldier, and hit the Tianling cover with a palm, and died with a headshot.

The battlefield is like this, and no one knows who will die in the next moment. Perhaps, a militia with extremely weak combat effectiveness can survive from the very beginning of the war to the end. But perhaps, a master of the Grandmaster, a little carelessness or bad luck, will suffer a misfortune.

saw that his fellow junior sister had suffered miserably, and was almost chopped into pulp. Jing Xuan, who was fighting the Houjin soldiers in the distance, screamed sadly. The whole person flew up in the air, like a falcon with wings fluttering, flew dozens of meters, and landed at the city wall. The sword in his hand spun rapidly, and for a while, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the heads of more than a dozen Houjin soldiers flew up in an instant. But even if she kills them, she can't save her sister's life.

And the Houjin master who killed the first-class master of the Wudang faction was just waiting to be secretly proud, wondering whether to kill another person to make meritorious service. But suddenly, he saw a blue meteor flash in front of his eyes, and the sharp arrow pierced his chest, and the icy true qi almost froze his heart. But before he could use his luck to resist the cold air, the cold ice true qi attached to the sharp arrow exploded like gunpowder.

That first-class master, he didn't even have the power to scream, so he turned into meat puree. Under the city wall in the distance, the Houjin Sect Master, who was also hidden among the small soldiers, saw this scene from a distance. In those deep eyes, a look of grief and indignation suddenly erupted, suppressing the idea of rushing up to fight with Yun Bingmeng, and swore tremblingly in his heart: "Yun Bingmeng, I will not kill you, and I will not be a man." "The master who was killed by Yun Bingmeng with one arrow is the eldest disciple of the Grandmaster of the Later Jin Kingdom, Ao Bu Yanchuan, and he is also his most proud disciple.

And Yun Bingmeng, although the advanced grandmaster master has not been for a long time. But gradually, her fame began to spread. And she was not a dishonorable person before, and someone who was interested investigated a little. You can know that this new grandmaster of Da Zhao is a person known as a pretty rakshasa in the rivers and lakes.

But although Yun Bingmeng has a cold appearance, he has already killed Yingye at a young age, and when he was still in Yipin, he killed many Houjin barbarians. It is almost impossible to snipe a first-class master from such a distance. The only thing that made her feel a little sorry was the Wudang master who died, although it didn't take long to be promoted to the first grade, but he was a person with great potential. If you can survive this extremely fierce battle and learn so much experience, maybe after ten or eight years, you will have the opportunity to become a grandmaster and become the third grandmaster master of the Wudang faction. The battlefield is always the best place for martial arts practitioners to seek breakthroughs.

After sniping that person, Yun Bingmeng was not idle. A bow in one hand and a sword in the other. Constantly patrolling and flying on the city walls, especially picking on seemingly ferocious masters. In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, the Jiupin master is already a strong man. But in the eyes of a grandmaster like Yun Bingmeng, as long as the number is not on a certain scale, it is no different from an ant, and he may be able to block one or two moves with his instinctive reaction, but it is absolutely impossible to block the third move.

And the master master's move is often completed in a flash of lightning. It's just three moves, that is, just one breath room. Above the city wall, there was a tragedy. After a group of Da Zhao's soldiers died, another group of preparers continued to fill in. And then the Jin soldiers, who were also fierce, fought for every inch of the city wall. Blood, the entire bluestone city wall, soaked through the wet. There are Da Zhao's, there are Houjin soldiers, there are militiamen, and there are masters. The blood of countless people was mixed together, so that the city wall, a piece of blood, and the remains of severed limbs could be seen everywhere. It's really tragic and abnormal.

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(To be continued)