The rebels in front were still charging and killing, completely oblivious to the changes in the back row. Only the soldiers near Sun Toyota suddenly raised their weapons as if they were facing a great enemy.

The corpse that fell to the ground was already a silent warning!

The rebels' faces were full of fear, and their terrified eyes were looking around, as if they wanted to find the hidden killer as soon as possible. It was no wonder that they suspected that the distance from Taiping Road to here was hundreds of steps, and even an archer could not shoot an arrow with full power and a tricky angle.

Sun Toyoda's death only proves one thing: the enemy is close to them.

The rebels, who figured this out, became even more nervous, their gaze gradually rising, and they looked around at the rooftop. In addition to seeing the falling snowflakes, I also saw a scene that they will never forget.

Countless flying claws with long ropes were thrown into the sky from the inside of the entire row of houses, and as far as the eye could see, in the wind and snow, beautiful parabolas were drawn in the air of the entire West Street.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Three huge claws made of stainless steel firmly grasped the gray eaves of the house, and the rope instantly tightened—it was the expression of someone pulling hard behind the wall!

The rebels could clearly hear the "banging" of the eaves being pulled by the tight ropes, and there was no doubt that there must be someone behind the house—and there were a lot of them!

The rebels forgot to shout, forgot to charge, and were left with fear.

"This ...... It's ......"

Nie Wancheng's face was full of surprise, looking at those stainless steel claws and unable to speak, he could only look at Dongfang Yuanxing beside him as if asking for help. But what shocked him even more was that for the first time, he caught a hint of panic on the face of the old man, who had always been calm and wise.

Yes, panic.

Dongfang Yuanxing's face was stunned, his slightly rough eyebrows and gently trembling hands seemed to express his dissatisfaction with the variables.

He is always calculating, playing with the world between applause. What he hated and hated the most was what was out of his control.

It was clear that the situation in front of him had touched the nerve to which he was most sensitive.

He suddenly realized that everything he saw was not Qin Tian's hole cards. No wonder those 20,000 people refused to take a step back even if they fought for their lives, biting their army here, because he still had to wait.

And now, the wait seems to have paid off.

As a result, the heart of the Oriental Journey fell to the bottom. But he could only wait patiently, and the stubborn confidence in his heart made his eyes still clear.

He didn't believe that countless days and nights of hard work and painstaking planning would only end up in vain.

For the sake of the emperor's dream, he has already paid too much. The defeat thirteen years ago made him spend every day in fear, afraid that the events of the year would be revealed, and afraid that Qin Tian would learn the truth and he would not die. Because he was afraid that this day would come, he always held the power firmly in the palm of his hand and left himself a way back as soon as possible.

It wasn't until he discovered that Qin Tian had already understood everything and numbed himself with ten years of forbearance that he had no choice but to embark on the path he was most looking forward to but didn't want to embark on. But he always believed that this path that brought him suffering and pain would eventually give him everything he wanted to have.

He has lost two sons and lost his most cherished reputation. How can a person who has nothing lose again?

He can only win, and he will win!

The rebels watched nervously on the rooftop, but unfortunately the archers had already shot empty of the arrow basket in the battle with the Tang defenders, and the remaining rebels clung to their weapons, ready to respond to the sudden crisis at any time.

"Dengdenden!"

Wait for the results. Countless people wearing silver-white armor climbed onto the roof of the house almost at the same time, and at the top of the houses on both sides of the entire West Street, the silver-white warriors were like iron men, and they were connected into a row in just a moment!

In the wind and snow, the armor exudes the light of a cautious person. There were so many of them that it was like two high walls that suddenly rose and caught the rebels in a box. And in their hands, there is an extra huge crossbow. With a loud trumpet, the crossbow. At the same time, the bow was aimed at the dazed black torrent on the street!

"Put!!"

The commander who didn't know where to hide gave an order, and the "whoosh" sound became the main theme of harvesting souls.

One by one, the powerful crossbows passed through the body, and the men in black fell in despair!

The knives and swords in their hands are of no use at all, they want to hide, but there is nowhere to hide! They could only watch the airtight black crossbow. The bow flew through the air, but there was nothing they could do.

They are like sheep in captivity, facing the butcher's knife of the hunter, they can only leave despair in a hurry, and then sacrifice their souls.

I'm afraid there are only four words that can accurately describe their situation: to be slaughtered!

Many of the rebels have finally begun to regret their imminent success. But what's the use of regretting? Everyone has to pay for the choices they make.

Success or defeat may only be in an instant.

In front of the palace gate, the rebels who had already gained the upper hand and the defenders who were close to collapse invariably stopped fighting, and the sudden change on West Street made everyone look dazed.

They turned their heads suspiciously, and they all saw an extremely shocking scene.

Dead person!

They had never seen such a swift rout, and in the midst of a rain of arrows, the black-clad rebels fell one by one like ears of wheat crushed by a strong wind!

Screaming!

Those who are really dead may still be able to be liberated. And those who have been penetrated by the crossbow but have a breath left, but they have to endure the pain of piercing their hearts, and at the same time worry about when death will come. The terrible wail reached the ears and made anyone tremble from the soul!

The rebels' faces were suddenly dead.

After a brief silence, the defenders suddenly felt more relaxed than ever. They knew that they had resisted with all their might, and that it was finally time to see the light of day!

"We just need to remember one thing: we must hold the line of cover and block the enemy on West Street! Because later... Lao Tzu has a big surprise for them! ”

Tang An's words not long ago were still in his ears, and combined with the picture in front of him, the exhausted Chen Buping suddenly understood. The blood-stained and gray Guozi had a sunny smile on his face and shouted, "It's reinforcements!" Our reinforcements are coming! ”

In fact, there is no need for him to say anything, everyone understands the position of this army. They have shown with the lives of countless rebels: they are the army of the Tang Dynasty!

"Da Zhuang, you see I'm right, right? The eldest brother said that if we can win, we will definitely win. In fact, I have long known that big brother will not only pick up girls. ”

Ji Chen said weakly, looking at Li Dazhuang and smiling. Although each of them had a lot of scars on their bodies, they all breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw the scene in front of them.

Ma Shangshu, a small man who was half of his body red with blood, finally let go of the bow and arrow in his hand, grinned and showed a mouthful of big white teeth, sat down on the ground tiredly, and muttered: "Damn, I'm scared to death...... Lord Tang, if I don't marry a daughter-in-law and hang up, I won't let you go if I am a ghost! ”