As soon as the ink shirt hall was prevented from the shells, Xue Manliang ordered people to outflank the left and right, and the five bronze hair guns also followed and approached the left and right, and at the same time asked the artillery to reset and load the three bamboo iron cannons in situ.

He handed the order flag to a personal guard, waved his half-hand sword, and shouted: "Guo Gong has raised soldiers for a thousand days, we must move forward bravely at this moment!"

Xue Manliang charged with a sword, the guards waved the order flag, and a group of soldiers followed with swords, rushing towards the men and horses of the Moshan Hall head-on.

A scuffle began, and the Zhou division fought chaotically, and artillery flew indiscriminately.

Wang Yu and some men, women and children who were about to leave Shencheng huddled under the pavilion at Exit B, many wanted to rush out with their eyes closed, but after trying several times, they were all afraid of the aftermath of Zhou Shu, and some were killed by the flying shells.

The soldiers on both sides slashed and killed everywhere, rushing out rashly, and they would be directly slashed and killed by the people on both sides regardless of 3721, and they would not be able to rush out of the city safely

Those who were killed and wounded were lying on the ground, their emotions were chaotic and tragic, Wang Yu wanted to take his eyes off them, but he couldn't, faintly, through the art of feeling, the mood and pain of the dead and wounded infected Wang Yu.

"Hiss", Wang Yu gasped, he felt an illusory but real pain.

It wasn't until he withdrew his sense technique that he looked away, but it was too late, and the feelings of the dead and injured had inevitably infected Wang Yu's heart, turning a blind eye, but he couldn't erase the empathy of a certain moment.

Wang Yu glanced at the women and children who kept shrinking into the entrance of Area B and the trembling pickers, two pickers looked at the goods that were damaged by the aftermath of Zhou Shu, and scolded in a low voice: "These beasts are reckless by force!"

The panic and anger of these people overlapped with Chai Xiaotang in Wang Yu's eyes.

"You...... It's so good to wear it with strength...... Grab ......"

Chai Xiaotang...... Is this the place she's lived in all these years?

A child who was scavenging for a living wanted to rush out, but a picker grabbed him and shouted, "Don't move!

"I, my friend was there, he was shot!"

The child pointed to a child who had fallen to the ground and was crying a hundred paces away, and an arrow was stuck in the child's shoulder.

The picker gave the boy a brown candy and comforted, "He's unlucky, don't go to death." ”

The child threw away the candy and cried silently, trying to break free from the picker's hand, "He's just like my brother......"

The picker slapped the child, "I'm saving you! Don't be ignorant, this boy, you also come to help, the arrow may fly over, drag this child in a little, he has a lot of strength!"

The picker looked at Wang Yu, Wang Yu nodded, but did not pull the child inside, he turned to the outside.

The picker snorted and sneered, "Hey, another stupid one, he thinks he's Master Zhou?"

Wang Yu reopened his sensory technique, and his emotional lines and feelings resurfaced in his heart, and he walked out of the courtyard of District B.

He pulled out the ring-headed knife at his waist and struck an incoming stray arrow, the blade slicing neatly from the cluster to the feather, splitting one in two.

The two arrows that lost their strength fell to the ground, and as Wang Yu ran forward, countless stray arrows flying around were cut into two and floated to the ground.

The picker's eyes widened as he saw Wang Yu step into the rain of arrows, and those who were close to him were all cut into pieces.

Wang Yu ran to the child's side and helped him up, and the wound made the child let out a heart-rending howl due to the change in posture.

Wang Yu flew an arrow and encouraged: "Bear with it, this is much better than showing the public!"

Then he dragged the child to the second door.

Some soldiers of the Moshantang and the Salt Gang gradually noticed Wang Yu during the battle, and they all subconsciously thought that this was the enemy's Zhou Division.

A sword and shield hand in the Ink Shirt Hall used a giant sword to cut down the brown-clothed Salt Gang disciples, and then swung his sword to cut a copper hair in half, and then he rolled his eyes angrily and rushed towards Wang Yu.

The sword and shield hand was tall and large, holding a large shield two steps high and two steps wide in his left hand, and holding a giant sword with ice condensed on the surface in his right hand, the lake-blue armor shone faintly in the sun, and his charging pace caused the earth to shake, with the spirit of a god descending into the world.

In a hurry, Wang Yu violently threw the child to the second door, launched a rain and electricity, and barely avoided the sweeping giant sword, when the blade shook his cheek, the ice chips and the sword wind left two cold blood marks on Wang Yu's left face.

Energized by the rain, Qi prevented the chill from spreading through the wound to the flesh.

Wang Yu was thinking about countermeasures, but he heard a heart-wrenching cannon sound coming from the ground, and the cannonball from a bamboo iron cannon ploughed a bloody path in the array of the Ink Shirt Hall, and after penetrating several people, it coincidentally flew towards the sword and shield man.

The sword and shield hand moved, grasped the direction of the cannonball, scolded and swung his body, knelt on one knee, the shield pounded the ground vertically, and the Xuanwu runes inside and outside the shield shone brightly because of the infusion of Qi.

After a dull roar, the cast-iron cannonball smashed against the surface of the shield and bounced off to the right with a whirl, hitting the distant wall.

The sword and shield man took five or six steps back, and more than a dozen runes on the shield were discolored and shattered, but this feat of hard resistance to artillery made the spectators on the battlefield extremely shocked.

Wang Yu was also frightened, and then at the moment when the sword and shield hand staggered back, he quickly flashed behind the sword and shield hand, and slashed the back of the sword and shield hand's neck.

The blade, blessed by the lightning of the rain, swung swiftly and deftly into the gap in the back of the helmet, wiping a deep line of blood on the neck.

Both hands lost strength, the sword and shield fell to the ground weakly, and the sword and shield hand turned around angrily and shouted dryly: "Despicable ......"

Wang Yu retreated, and said vigorously: "If you hesitate, you will lose." ”

The sword and shield hand struggled and fell to the ground, and Wang Yu successfully retreated to the second gate.

When Wang Yu threw the child over just now, the picker with a broken mouth hurriedly caught him, and he had already sent him down through the cage to find Lang Zhong for treatment.

The picker changed his previous attitude and praised: "Good skills, young man!"

Wang Yu pointed to the copper magic near the city gate and fought with the flaming Zhou division, "I still can't rush through." ”

The picker looked at Xue Manliang and Zhou Shiyang, who were indistinguishable from each other in the distance.

"Alas, this Yidi and the master of the Ink Shirt Hall are inseparable, and for a while, I can't tell who wins and who loses. ”

"Go down and hide again?"

"Then the rest of my goods may be robbed, this is my hard work. ”

Wang Yu wiped the knife, put it back in its sheath, and helped the picker to retreat him and his goods to the long steps a little behind.

Just when Wang Yu wanted to give up the picker and return to the underground for temporary shelter, he heard a burst of anxious suona sound from the battlefield outside.

What followed was shouting and reporting one after another, Wang Yu immediately approached the exit, and heard a herald on horseback shouting: "The army of Laizhen has been discovered, and it is only three miles away from Shencheng!"

"The flag is bright, and there are roughly five battalions of men and horses!"

"Five battalions, more than 2,500 people? Isn't Laizhen going west after fighting with the imperial court? Why did you come here?"