Firelight, skyrocketing fire!

Under the escort of Wang Yue and others, dozens of Dark Flower Martial Artists scattered to fight their way out of the encirclement, went in all directions, and set fire to the sky.

At first, it was just a few fireheads, and the Yellow Turban Army didn't pay much attention to it, but less than half an hour later, the entire Luoyang City was on fire everywhere, and thick smoke was billowing out! The vast area from the third line of defense to the first line of defense was all caught in a sea of fire, and the ancient capital of Luoyang suffered the disaster of Zhurong again after a few months!

The Yellow Turban Army still doesn't know how much time and energy the Luoyang military and civilians have spent to arrange this fire since Xu Rong decided to fight this street battle. The wood and other flammable items sent by the princes were all taken out, and under the command of some martial artists who were good at arson, they completed a controllable arson belt. With the terrain fully utilized, the fire in each area can be moved independently without affecting the adjacent fire belt.

Both times were man-made arson, but the first time Dong Zhuojun was to destroy Miè, and this time Fengxiang was to be reborn. If it is not broken or established, only by using such a method can it be possible to delay the time of the fall of Luoyang City.

Luoyang City had already been burned to the ground a few months ago, and this sudden fire was not enough to kill all the Yellow Turban Army, but it still caused great trouble to the Yellow Turban Army. The high temperature baked the bodies of the Yellow Turban Army, and many of the "roads" that were previously passable had become dead ends, and the fire cut the attacking Yellow Turban Army, unable to care for each other, and panic was spreading.

The Yellow Turban Army outside the city could not enter, the Yellow Turban Army surrounded by the ring of fire could not get out, and the attacking troops jumped around the fire like headless flies. Some of the unlucky Yellow Turbans were covered in fire and staggered and screamed in the field, adding to the panic of the other Yellow Turbans.

What made the Yellow Turban Army cry even more was that the Luoyang Army, which had been pressed and beaten before and had reached the point of exhaustion, would not give them a chance to breathe.

At the beginning of the fire, despite the stubborn imagination of the defenders, the Yellow Turban Army, which was attacking the last line of defense in Luoyang, all tried to move forward, and only one last step was missing to achieve complete victory. The sparse number of horses were not enough to protect the entire central area of the city, and a small number of Yellow Turbans broke through the defenders' lines, but before they could rejoice, they fell one after another.

At least a third of the yellow turbans died under the silver gun of a delicate woman, and it was Zhao Xue, who was strictly ordered not to leave the "reserve", and she had been waiting impatiently.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the Yellow Turban Army, the counterattack began!

At the most difficult moment of the street battle, on the high platform, Ah Niu personally beat the drum to help, inspiring the Luoyang defenders to block the attack of the Yellow Turban Army. At this moment, Ah Niu beat the marching drum, and the sonorous war drums clearly conveyed a message: attack!

Offensive!

Wang Yue, Li Qi, and Liu Xing took the lead, the palm wind, the sword shadow swept up like a meteor, and disappeared like a meteor, and everywhere the three of them went, the dense Yellow Turban Army was like a wheat, being harvested in a concentrated manner! Behind them was the scarred Fengxiang Martial Master.

Zilong didn't want to continue shooting for a long time, and kept the same action for more than an hour, even if people are not tired, aesthetic fatigue is inevitable. Putting the stringless bow on his shoulder, he quickly jumped over the obstacles, and the silver spear appeared in his hand, "Kill!" ”

The martial artists, troops, and players couldn't hold back the anger in their hearts for a long time, and they fought back like the tide of the Qiantang River, and even when a certain city lord saw Xiaoxue also secretly rushing out, he didn't say anything to stop it. The invincible momentum of the Luoyang Army made the Yellow Turban Army, which suddenly changed from a "hunter" to a "prey", feel the horror, the deep horror!

If the Yellow Turban Army attacking Luoyang is a ferocious wolf pack, then the Luoyang defenders are more like a group of lonely tigers, who have always been on the defensive.

But a tiger is a tiger after all!

When the numerical superiority of the wolves was destroyed by the fire, and the tigers, already besieged and wounded, began to threaten, the bloody, one-sided slaughter began.

Led by a few supreme masters, the autumn wind swept away the leaves and the defenders cleanly dealt with the enemies in front of them, even though they were at least ten times more numerous than the defenders. The counterattacking team was like a stormy wave, and after completely crushing the first batch of roadblocks, they did not stop and went directly towards another target!

Fire after fire, the Yellow Turban Army that has been divided has become lambs to the slaughter, the "butchers" will never be soft, these "lambs" are not harmless, they are now well-behaved, helpless, fearful and untrustworthy, it is they who have killed thousands of Luoyang defenders!

Those who are alive have the responsibility and obligation to avenge the dead robes!

Only by fighting can you solve all your problems, kill each other, or be killed by each other!

Only blood can wash away the shame and vicissitudes of Luoyang!

The remnants of Luoyang's troops and martial artists, the resentment and war spirit that is shocking and crying ghosts and gods, if there is substance. Some of the Yellow Turbans threw down their weapons and shouted "I surrender", but no one would listen to the "goodwill" of these Yellow Turbans and directly solve the problem with one slash.

Wang Yue and the others were born in the green forest, and of course they would not have a good impression of these spineless guys, as if they had not seen anything, and did not stop the soldiers from killing those who surrendered; Zilong frowned, quite unbearable, but when he saw a defender crying bitterly after killing a Yellow Turban, Zilong only sighed, he knew that the defender's brother was killed on the spot, and it was likely that the killed Yellow Turban was the direct murderer. Zilong began to look for those enemies who were still trying to resist.

According to a martial artist who survived the Battle of Luoyang: "Those Yellow Turban troops are too unplanted, they are triumphant when they press us to fight, and they immediately bend their knees and surrender when the situation is unfavorable, how can there be such a good thing?" If you don't chop them up, I'm sorry for those dead brothers! ”

The Luoyang Army does not accept surrender now, and the Yellow Turban Army has to fight for its right to survive, but most of the surviving defenders have extremely high martial arts, and under the leadership of several top masters, the fearful Yellow Turban Army can't wield normal strength at all!

The remnants of the Luoyang Army did not divide their troops to fight, and there were only such a few troops, so there should be no unnecessary attrition.

There is no wind, the fire is not out of control, and the defenders do not have to worry about the fire burning the city center as well, there is only one thing that needs to be done now: before the fire is extinguished, concentrate on revenge!

The screams and cries shook the heavens and the earth, the grass and trees were saddened, the wind and clouds changed color, and the Yellow Turban Army was wiped out in one city after another. The defenders near the city walls tried to rush in to save people, but they struggled to find a suitable entry point, and there was never a shortage of arson experts among Feng Xiang's martial artists.

The cries and the sounds of battle gradually subdued and eventually disappeared.

Three quarters of the unitary hour.

The fire in Luoyang City gradually became smaller, and the fire was no longer an inaccessible forbidden area, but at the same time as the fire, there were about 20,000 lives of the Yellow Turban Army! The 20,000 people refer to the 20,000 people who were still fighting in the field when the fire broke out, and if you count the losses in the street battles in the previous few hours, the Yellow Turban Army lost as many as 30,000 in one day!

It was getting late, and the defenders of Luoyang once again managed to survive until dark.

The Yellow Turban Army, which had just experienced that fire and suffered heavy casualties, was demoralized. The leaders of the Yellow Turban Army have not forgotten the lesson of last night, and the troops have no signs of attacking overnight, of course, it is too early to draw this conclusion, and it is possible that the Yellow Turban Army is waiting for the fire to be completely extinguished.

In any case, the defenders of Luoyang once again performed a miracle, dragging off the crazy attack of the Yellow Turbans in the street battle for a whole day! Even if the Yellow Turban Army attacks overnight, Ah Niu is confident that he will hold out at least until tomorrow morning, in addition to being quite confident in the night combat ability of the martial artist, the fire in Luoyang City has only burned the periphery, and the inner line can still have another small fire if necessary!

The defenders of Luoyang also paid a heavy price, and after the street fighting, only 298 allied soldiers remained, with a casualty rate of 85%; The five hundred martial artists survived 26o people, losing half of them, but the real elite strength among the martial artists, the dark flower, did not break their muscles and bones, and most of the martial artists killed in the battle were junior and intermediate martial artists.

However, the number of civilians did not lose much, thanks to one person: Zilong. When he saw the so-called "militiamen" dying under the butcher's knife one by one almost without reaction, he made a request to Ah Niu and Xu Rong: "Don't let them die, let's let them go if we can't do it!" ”

The players of Dragon Guardian Villa also suffered heavy losses, and even Ah Niu felt shameless to face Zhao Long, Jin Ge Tiema and others, "There is only one sentence, I owe you too much." A certain city lord said.

Jin Ge Tiema smiled, "Since we are friends, we don't need to say too much about outsiders." Ah Niu should think like this: We are not just helping you, but helping Zilong, so you don't owe us anything. In fact, many of our brothers in the gang are proud to have experienced this battle firsthand! ”

A certain city lord understood that Jin Ge Iron Horse was deliberately comforting himself to alleviate his guilt and anxiety.

"However, even if we survive this wave of attacks, we may not be able to stop the next wave of street fighting." Iron Horse said regretfully.

Ah Niu smiled faintly, "After tonight, they won't have a chance to fight in the streets!" (To be continued)

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