Tengger was about to smash the back of his knife at a Yongshao Bu soldier who dared to splash muddy water on his clean and shiny iron armor, when suddenly, he heard a sound that sounded from the top of the city like a prairie eagle...... He couldn't help but turn his head in astonishment and look in the direction of the city, and saw a large amount of smoke suddenly rising from the female wall battlements on the wall, and then, the kind of eagle-like chirping sounded more and more densely one after another, Tengger's pupils instantly shrank like the eye of a needle, he still remembered that last year, when he was under the division of Yanjing City in the Ming Kingdom, he had heard the same sound, but this sound brought not enjoyment, but terrifying death.

Between the heavens and the earth, it seemed to be filled with clear and lofty chirping sounds, and the arrows overflowing with cold light were like swarms of bees coming out of the nest, spraying out of those launchers in an almost crazy rhythm, drawing a trajectory composed of green smoke towards the dense crowd of ants under the city.

A swarm of more than a dozen cylinders, each containing about seventy-two arrows, in a few blinks of an eye, in this narrow area of no more than a hundred paces, sprayed deadly and powerful arrowheads, easily breaking through the leather shields or armor in the hands of the tile spurs, and penetrating deeply, the hundreds of tile spur soldiers crowded into this hundred steps within a radius felt like they were welcoming a rainstorm of extraordinary intensity, but when these raindrops hit them, they did not make a crackling sound, but only a dull sound of piercing into the flesh.

Tengger even saw the Yongshao Bubu soldier who had fallen at his feet being shot in the chest by the first arrow, and just as he was about to open his mouth and howl miserably, the second powerful arrow ghostly plunged into his open mouth, and then peeked out of the back of his neck, digging deep into the dirt, nailing him to the floor.

Tengger took his shield and tried to get out of the terrible rain of arrows along the banks of the moat, but before he could take the first leg he felt a pain in the instep of his foot, and a sharp arrow with a green tail still smoking, mercilessly pierced his foot and plunged deep into the earth.

The feeling of pain into the bone marrow, the despair and fear that the foot was nailed to the spot and could only wait for death, made Tengger involuntarily scream loudly, pop, this is an arrow that happened to be blocked by the armor of the iron armor, but the huge force made Tengger's burly and strong body stumble forward, and the right foot that was originally penetrated by the arrow had to be lifted off the ground, and on the white arrow shaft, a hideous sauce red was scraped. Then, more arrows fell on him, piercing deep into his torso, which had shrunk in pain, and pierced into a strange hedgehog-like creature.

-------------------- was just a few breaths, the hideous and clear screams suddenly disappeared completely, only the few aftersounds, still rippling in the air with the wind, and the hundred steps in a radius was like a test field that was planted by the farmers in a very short time to mature rice ears, the white arrow feathers were still gently swaying, under the dense crops, there were rag doll-like corpses, only a few still alive soldiers, full of arrows, Moaning in pain and despair...... And just beyond the edge of this rice field, the soldiers were like a group of poor middle peasants who were stunned by Yuan Longping's high-yield experimental field, their eyes were demented, their expressions distorted, and their bodies were as stiff as the sculptures that had made people pour plaster.

"These damn Nanbans actually use such vicious methods, then Song, you idiot, didn't you say that there are not many Nanban soldiers in this Dushikou Fort at all? Didn't you say they were very loose defensively?! When the commander of this army of thorns, who was far away from the range of artillery, saw this scene, he could not help but shout angrily, and as soon as he raised his big hand, the whip in his hand was whipped at one of the captains beside him.

With a single whip, the unprepared captain was thrown off his horse, and his head-carrying dome helmet whipped the horsewhip of the king of Saikan in the face, and there was a hideous and terrifying whip mark on his face.

Na Yue Song clutched his cheeks that had been whipped out in pain, but his resentful gaze only dared to look at the ground, and his voice could not suppress the panic and fear. "The Metropolitan Governor spares his life, the last general will never say half a word, Nanban is clearly bluffing, if not, why not use this kind of weapon in the first place?"

King Saikan snorted impatiently, and pointed viciously at the commander who knelt in front of his horse. "Wait for Lao Tzu to clean you up, now, send me two more thousand people up, before noon today, the Pontus must see a passage that can reach the city, otherwise, the Pontus Governor will screw off your head and use it to make a brand new sprinkler cup."

"Don't worry, the last general will go to personally supervise the battle, if there is no way to pave a road by then, the last general will personally go to the shop." Na Yue Song buried his head and shouted loudly, and then did not raise his head, and rushed straight forward without his horse on the ground, pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and his blood-red eyes revealed the boundless resentment and hatred, he did not dare to face the moody and murderous King Saikan in the slightest resentment, but the resentment in his heart has been breeding and spreading.

He needed to vent his anger now, those slow Yongshao Bubu mongrels were his best punching bag, at least he had to slaughter a few more with his own hands, and see if they dared to stop at such a time and let himself be whipped in vain.

And the generals who rode behind the king of Nasaikan all showed a little resentment on their faces that had never appeared before, and with a trace of hatred or resentment, they all fell on the burly and arrogant back of the king of Nasaikan like needles.

The vast majority of the generals did not belong to the Dzungar Ministry, but the heads and nobles of other steppe tribes, in the past, they were all powerful figures on their own territory, but now, they were all ridden to the head by this damn Dzungar Ministry.

The Dzungar tribe is stronger than people, and according to the rules of the steppe, they are also willing to obey the strong, but since Naye ascended the throne first, the behavior of the Dzungar tribe has become more and more arrogant, and they have become more and more arrogant and domineering, and they have more and more regarded the steppe tribes in their eyes, as if they can't even count their allies away, and they are completely regarded as lackeys and slaves who can be beaten and driven by the Ross clan in any way.

This makes the resentment and resentment in the hearts of the steppe tribes more and more intense, and the tribes who followed the Dzungar tribe with all their hearts at the beginning have begun to have residual worries, because the cruel and murderous behavior has already made them see it in their eyes, think about the loyal followers of the Zhuros clan, and the lord of the Dzungar tribe, Erqing clan.

As a brilliant warrior, Ah Ra couldn't even keep his two most beloved sons, so he was slaughtered by Saikan for no reason.

After --------------------, I originally thought that Na Ye would repent first, wanted to make amends to the Lord Erqing's clan, and wanted to give the position of the Taishi to Ah Ra, but who would have expected that he would suddenly regret it at the last moment, and awarded the position of Taishi to his son as quickly as possible.

At this moment, the hearts of all the tribes couldn't help but be cold, and during this period of time, several tribes had some disputes with the Juros clan because of trivial matters, and as the lord of the grassland, not only did they not deal with the two sides fairly, but even ignored their mistakes, they directly swept away and leveled those tribes on the charge of provoking the royal court.

And today, the Yongshao Bubu Division, which appeared in front of the battlefield as cannon fodder, is one of the unlucky ghosts, which also makes the grassland departments more and more vigilant. I am afraid that one day, I will be divided and swallowed up by the moody people like lambs.

The seeds of resentment and suspicion have taken deep root and germinated in the hearts of the steppe tribes, and no one knows which day it will burst out and destroy this seemingly powerful emerging steppe empire again.

A team of young men of the Yongshao Bu Department used their own flesh and blood and lives to pave the road at any cost, and every step forward, they would pay the price of more than a dozen lives, but the soldiers of the Dzungar Department who supervised the war did not have any mercy at all, and even sometimes directly killed the young men of the Yongshao Bu Department who were afraid and ran in the wrong direction, and the blood plasma they brought up would only bring excitement and trembling to these hideous and crazy executioners.

"It's just a bunch of crazy people. Are all the thorn tartars crazy? Even the Ming soldiers who were standing at the head of the city, as the enemy side, couldn't help but look at each other when they saw this scene. However, their pause provoked the shouts and scolding of the veterans and superiors, and they quickly cheered up, and continued to use the fire guns and bows and arrows in their hands to harvest the fresh lives of these tile-thorn tartars gathered under the city.

The boiling oil of the pot of green smoke poured out from the ground, and in an instant, it would make at least a dozen or so tile spur soldiers open their skin and flesh, let out inhuman screams, and there were bursts of strange meat aroma and burnt smell.

And the torches that were thrown down with it would turn the half-cooked thorn tartars into human-shaped candles, and the rising flames emitted an unpleasant scorching smell, and those human-shaped candles were either burned and curled up, or if they were lucky, they fell into the moat, and the burned bubbles on their bodies were instantly removed by the waves, revealing the red and tender flesh, as well as the terrifying faces that had completely lost their normal appearance.

"Hurry up, pour oil into it again. It's still good to use this kind of fire oil transported from Gansu Wei, and it can be burned after scalding. Standing on the city wall and seeing this scene, the soldiers of the Ming army were full of a kind of revenge in their hearts at this moment, and while muttering, they urged those young men to pour this thick black grease into the cauldron that had poured hot oil.

(To be continued)