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Ladders were set up against the city walls

The radiated rockets did not stop the advance of the ladder, and although it was simple when the Hu people made the ladder, the most basic fire prevention measures were still taken. Not to mention wrapping it in wet cowhide, it is the easiest way to soak the wood in water, and it is impossible to be incinerated by rockets at such a distance.

"Smash, smash ...... me" Zhang Langsheng lifted a boulder and threw it down. To deal with the enemy army that is close to the corner of the city, the bow and arrow are far less than the rolling wood and stones. Because the Hu people are not stupid, everyone is either hiding in the carriage under the ladder, or holding up their own small round shields.

There was a lot of fire oil in Lu Longsai, and this thing was a great weapon for defending the city. But with the evacuation of the infantry baggage, all these precious fire oils have been loaded into the car. Therefore, in the current defense, rolling wood and stone is the biggest killing weapon of the defenders at the head of the city.

Zhu Biao put down the crossbow in his hand, and the dozens of pounds of stones at the head of the city were as light as eggs in his hands, and he was completely aimed at throwing them vigorously, and all the stones hit the most vulnerable ladder body of the cloud ladder, and they could be broken from it in two strokes at most.

In just a few moments, seven or eight ladders were destroyed in his hands.

Looking up at the city wall, counting the seven or eight bodies here, there are already nearly twenty ladders that have been explained, accounting for one-fifth of the total. At this rate, if nothing else, in a maximum of two quarters of an hour, this wave of tentative attacks of the Hu people will be over

However, just when ease had just arisen from Zhu Biao's heart, a sudden mutation on the battlefield came.

There was a long roar like an eagle's cry, and twenty or thirty people in black robes suddenly emerged from the carriage under the ladder. The black robe around him swelled, and it jumped up a foot or two like a balloon with hydrogen gas.

It turned out that all of them were light and strong, standing upright, stepping on the ladder, and the figure of the pause rose again.

Like floating black clouds, the four most prominent of them are even more elegant.

"Celestial Sect Mage!" Zhu Biao heard Zhang Langsheng shouting in surprise not far away.

"This is the mage of the Celestial God Sect?" The memories precipitated in his mind were churning, and he had told him about them as early as when he was a child—Zhu Junguo, Zhu Ruohong—grandfather, and father.

According to the Jiuqu Sword School, the evaluation of the rivers and lakes of the Northern Han Dynasty shows that the mage of the Hu Celestial God Sect is equivalent to the master of the Central Plains human race. For the people of the rivers and lakes, the Celestial God Sect is not only a sect of faith, but also a super martial arts sect.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

"Crossbow, crossbow arrows, shoot, shoot me—" Zhang Langsheng's voice was visibly flustered. I thought it was just an offensive and defensive round, but I actually killed twenty or thirty Hu masters in the middle of the way.

If they are really killed at the head of the city, the soldiers will be lost in large numbers, not to mention that if they see through the truth, the entire cavalry battalion of more than 4,000 will be buried in Lulongsai

"Alert the general and ask for help—"

Zhu Biao suppressed the surprise in his heart and ordered left and right. He drew his heavy sword, his eyes fixed on the black-robed mage who flew up.

The panicked arrows were useless. Some of the arrows hit the target, but they didn't make the slightest difference. The sharp arrow slammed into the mage's bulging black robe, like raindrops on an umbrella, and bounced away, leaving no trace.

Zhu Biao glanced at it and found that the arrows were not a big threat to these mages, and they couldn't penetrate the black robe that covered their whole body. However, there are only a few crossbow bolts that are still effective, and the crossbow arrows that shoot out must at least be blocked by them wielding their weapons.

There were three people coming up towards Zhu Biao, two of them were holding poles, and the other was a pair of scimitars, flying up and down around his body, and several crossbow arrows shot at him were all blocked.

Three feet on the left hand, a mage jumped up to the city first. It was one of the two mages holding the pole, and the half-human-high pole was pressed on a miserable white wolf's head and dry bones, and the junction was connected with four felt hairs, and the rod was black wood, very hard. The swords of the officers and soldiers defending the city were cut up, and the few bells did not leave even a mark.

The wolf's head was white and bone-lining, and a flash of green phosphorescence flashed from time to time in the two empty eye sockets between the waves.

Looking at the weightless rod and staff, it was as light as a straw in the hands of the Hu mage, but when it hit the soldiers of the Han army, it became as heavy as the King Kong giant pestle, and if you touched it, you would die, and if you knock it, you would die.

A corpse of the Han army that was beaten to Zhu Biao was distorted, and the whole chest was deformed and twisted, and Bai Sensen's bone stubble directly came out of his back.

Although the strength of the soldiers under the leadership of Zhu Biao has generally increased, compared to the black-robed mage, this growth is too insignificant.

"Quack ......" let out a series of strange laughs from his mouth, and the second mage holding a pole battle jumped onto the city, and it was Zhu Biao who was wearing the armor of the infantry army Sima and the heavy sword in his hand. Seeing that it was a big fish facing him, the mage didn't think it was a threat at all, and his even more smiling face was distorted.

The body jumped to the top of Zhu Biao's head, and the wooden staff slashed his head.

A sneer flashed on Zhu Biao's face, it was really unacceptable to be careless these days. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flowers scattered, and the sword light like lightning went straight to the mage who rushed towards him.

As soon as Ji Chen made a move, there were twenty or thirty, and the status of this black-robed mage can be seen from this, if even such a character can be stronger than himself, then the entire cavalry battalion will not be wronged at all if he dies in Lu Longseli.

The oncoming sword wind made the black-robed mage's face change instantly, but the move had already fallen, and it was difficult to control it. The wooden staff collided with the heavy sword, how powerful the heavy sword in the army under the "Yin Wind Three Lives Sword" was, although the handle of the mage wooden staff was a high-grade material concocted by the secret method of the Heavenly God Sect, it could be broken under the overwhelming strength of the force.

The mage never dreamed that Sima of the First Han Army, who was regarded as his prey, would have this hand, and the surging internal force was surging in, and the dead soul was in a hurry, turning his palm and abandoning the battle......

But it was too late, Zhu Biao didn't wait for the sword momentum to come to an end, and as soon as he stepped forward, a palm was already heavily engraved on his chest.

The black-robed mage went down again at a speed several times faster than when he came up. Hit the ground hard, and the dead can't die anymore.

Another corpse with a pierced chest smashed straight towards Zhu Biao, although there were murderous sounds on the city wall, Zhu Biao could still hear the whirring wind. With a reflexive sliding step, the corpse landed on the brick, and he looked down to see a bloody hole in the heart of the corpse.

The shattered sternum was exposed with bloody bone spurs, and it seemed that the fleshy heart and lungs could still be seen. The smell of blood......

A fierce color flashed through Zhu Biao's eyes, and his body quickly pounced to the left. You don't have to think about it to know who this masterpiece will come from.

"Give me my life—"

The long sword was smashed, and the sword wind rose out of thin air.

His companion fell, of course, the mage on the left side saw it in his eyes, and the person who practiced martial arts, that was not the one who watched the six roads and listened to the eight directions.

Seeing Zhu Biao rushing towards him, the mage's face changed, and a hint of retreat flashed in his eyes.

But the distance between the two sides is too close, and Zhu Biao's "Moyun Golden Wing Gong" is particularly good at hitting in a straight line, and before the words fell, people had already reached him.  

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