Five days later, on the wall of the Minzhou Fortress, Wanyan Flame looked at the wolf smoke rising from the sky in the distance with a grim face.

Although because of the distance, there is only one thin line in his opinion, but how can he, who is proficient in military affairs, not be able to judge the location of the wolf smoke rising, which is clearly the Acropolis of Minzhou Fortress located in the southeast!

"It's Ganquan City! Ganquan City is attacked!" Wan Yanchi also saw the location of the attacked city, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he said hurriedly, "If Ganquan City is broken, the eastern defense line will completely collapse, and when the time comes, the dark night dragoon of the thieves will drive straight in, and I am afraid that only His Majesty's Sand Demon Army can stop them." ”

As a military general, Wan Yan Chi could see that Wan Yan Flame, who was once a great commander, could not have expected it, seeing that the literary and artistic army really raided the surrounding acropolis, and according to the state of wolf smoke, most of the Wenbang offensive was very urgent, and the Acropolis could be lost at any time.

Turning his head and glaring at the panicked Murong Jiangshui, Wanyan Flame said sharply: "Immediately mobilize soldiers and horses, Wanyan Xiao and Wanyan Sa, the two of you will lead the infantry army to raid the camp of the literary and artistic army, Wanyan is hot and Wanyan is blazing, let the archers and cavalry ride together, and after the infantry army attracts the attention of the literary and artistic army, you will immediately leave the battlefield to support Ganquan City." ”

Wan Yan Xiao, Wan Yan Sa, Wan Yan Chi, and Wan Yan Re all hugged their fists and agreed when they heard this, and were about to turn around and leave, when Murong Jiangshui had already rushed up in a hurry, and said hurriedly: "My lord, don't do it, the thief is cunning, he must have expected that the adult would go out of the city at this time, and there must have been an elite ...... ambush outside the city."

Before he could finish speaking, Wanyan Flame had already kicked out with a hideous face, directly kicking the powerless old Yan scribe to death on the city wall.

Staring at Murong Jiangshui's dead corpse, Wanyan Flame shouted angrily: "One waste, if Ganquan City is destroyed, I will definitely kill all your family!"

Seeing Murong Jiangshui, who had gray temples, falling softly in the corner of the wall, Shen Butian, who had been fighting with him for many years, sighed, and suddenly came out of the crowd and said solemnly: "My lord, please listen to Shen's words." ”

Just kicked Murong Jiangshui to death, Wanyan Flame, who had calmed down a little, immediately felt remorseful, after all, Murong Jiangshui had assisted him for many years, and he had no merit and hard work, although it was okay to kill him in a fit of anger, it was somewhat easy to chill the hearts of his subordinates.

So at this moment, seeing that Shen Butian seemed to want to stop him, although Wanyan Flame was annoyed, his face regained a little calm, and he said lightly: "What advice does Mr. Shen have?"

"Although Brother Murong did delay us in tracking the division of the literary army five days ago, but his last words just now do have some truth, since the literary and artistic army knows that it will attack Ganquan City today, then it will definitely prevent us from going out of the city to support. ”

Shen Butian's face was solemn, and he muttered: "Ganquan City is extremely far away from here, even if the two generals march with all their might, it will take at least half a day to arrive, to put it mildly, by then the battle of Kangcheng has probably come to an end, not only will they not be able to support Ganquan City, but will weaken the troops in the fortress." ”

"What about what do you think?" Wan Yanre was a violent temper, and he didn't have the patience to listen to him explain them one by one, so he asked directly.

"If it was five days ago, it would be extremely stupid to stick to it, but today, ......" Shen Butian hadn't finished speaking, Wan Yanchi had already exclaimed: "Look there!"

When everyone heard this, they all subconsciously followed his gaze, and when they saw the smoke slowly rising from the sky, everyone who knew what the prescription position was cold.

In the early years, it was also relied on Sichuan and Shaanxi to ensure that the food in Ganliang and Xining was abundant, but with the fall of Sichuan and Shu, it was difficult to maintain the civil use of the three places by Shaanxi alone.

Therefore, after the fortress was rebuilt, Wanyan Flame attached great importance to food, and immediately built a granary in Anhua City behind the fortress, which was stored enough to sustain the life of the fortress army for two years.

At this moment, even if it is far away, the billowing smoke that still rushes into Tianyu is terrifying, and it rises from the Anhua City, which is known as the first granary of the Ganliang Southern Line.

"How is it possible?" Wan Yan Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily, "Anhua City has a full eight thousand infantry troops, and there is also a battalion of spirit masters of the Black Lotus Sect, how can it be so easily attacked?"

Wanyan Blaze, Wanyan Chi and others were also dumbfounded, and the granary was burned down, waiting for the retreat of the fortress army.

Even if they defeated the literary army outside the city, they must ask for new grain and grass from the rear for reserves, otherwise with a full 150,000 people in the fortress, the remaining grain in the fortress will last for three days at most.

Seeing that the sky above the granary was full of thick smoke, the corners of Wan Yan Flame's eyes twitched a few times, and suddenly looked at Shen Butian, who sighed and arched his hand: "Please send troops to the commander, only by defeating the thief can we have a chance to survive." ”

Without the mountains of grain reserves in the granary, the rations in the fortress were only enough for three days, and if Wanyan Flame continued to defend, the literary army would only have to wait a few days before they could take down the Minzhou fortress without blood.

Wan Yan Lieyan smiled coldly, and after glancing at Wan Yan Chi and the others, the four of them were shocked, and they all hugged their fists, and then turned around and walked down the city.

Then Wanyan Flame looked at Wanyan silently, the latter understood, and said, "I'll go and prepare the magic circle." ”

Even if it was the prince of the Seven Realms, Wanyan Flame was still respectful to Wanyan Silence, who was in charge of a spirit master legion, and directly bowed: "Mr. Lao." ”

A quarter of an hour later, the three city gates facing the south of the Minzhou fortress opened one after another, and the golden soldiers poured out like a tide, and the two cavalry armies led by them were almost the same, all of them were wearing red armor with people and horses, and the whole body was like a raging flame.

Wanyan Flame's personal guards, Flame Sword Rider!

The strongest cavalry in the Flame Dragon Army, the Flame Dragon Lance Rider!

The former wears armor and hangs swords, the latter spears are like dragons, the two cavalry armies each have 10,000 people, like two cone-tips, and behind them are each followed by 35,000 elite cavalry troops equipped to the teeth, and then there are 30,000 infantry troops behind the palace, and at the same time, there are still 20,000 archers and 10,000 sword soldiers left in the city, plus Wan Yan Xiao and Wan Yan Sa, two six realms sitting in the town, which is enough to deal with any scouts lurking into the city.

Just when the army in the Minzhou fortress rushed out, the camp of the literary and artistic army in the distance was also dusty, this time it was the two heavy armored infantry armies of the Yanhu Army and the Cold Iron Army that took the lead in forming a formation to meet them, followed by the Red Shirt Army and the Condor Army.

As for the night dragoons who had been at the forefront of the charge in previous years, this time they all shrank to the rear of the four infantry armies, completely lacking the bravery of galloping on the battlefield and shouting the slogan "Charging Matchless".

In the large army array, that is, in the area between the Red Shirt Army and the Condor Army, dozens of wrestlers have already built a wooden platform, Xu Xuanrong, Zou Buyi, Song Kai, Wu Xue, Hu Xian and other spiritual masters stand on the platform, Fan Difei, Li Huan, Han Yiqi, Cai Xudong, Gongsun Zhan, Yue Jun, Li Shuyi and other people who temporarily serve as spiritual escorts surround the high platform to prevent the Mandala Organization from sneaking attacks.

Looking at the endless pouring of golden soldiers in the fortress, Zou Buyi shook the fan with his right hand, twisted a strand of hair with his left hand, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it was as we expected." ”

"Wouldn't it have been like this?" Xu Xuanrong frowned slightly, and looked over a little reasonably.

Zou Buyi smiled, while Song Kai frowned and said, "Jin Bing hasn't all come out yet, find a way to delay some time." ”

"I'm afraid it's difficult!" Today's Wu Xue is particularly bright, not only has a vermilion glass hairpin on her head, but even her clothes are fiery red, seeing her with both hands on her back, she pretended to smile profoundly, "I don't think they have any plans to delay us in the later stage." ”

Song Kai frowned, and his gaze at Jin Bing in the distance became more and more solemn.

Indeed, as Wu Xue said, when all the cavalry in the fortress had poured out, Wan Yan Chi and Wan Yan Re, who were riding in front of the battle, had already shook the reins, swept out of the horse, and took the flame dragon spear horse, the flame sword horse and the 70,000 heavy armored iron horse behind him, and killed towards the formation of the literary and artistic army.

Seeing that the sky seemed to be falling apart in front of him, Zou Buyi showed a rare serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "It will take at least a quarter of an hour for them to come over as soon as possible, and the most important thing is to be able to survive this time." ”

A full 90,000 iron horsemen galloped on horseback, even if they had fought with more than 200,000 gold soldiers in Longmen Town, the soldiers of the literary and artistic army still inevitably showed shocked looks.

Cavalry and infantry, this is what anyone with some common sense can know, the Jin Kingdom is famous for its horsemanship, and it is the first to rush over with the Flame Dragon Lance Rider and the Flame Knife Cavalry, even if the Rock Tiger Army and the Cold Iron Army are both heavily armored infantry troops, there is not much certainty that they can block the impact of the entire 90,000 cavalry army.

Facing the Jin cavalry rushing all over the mountains, Fu Feng, who was standing at the head of the Rock Tiger Army, took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "All the Rock Tiger Army, draw your sword!"

A roar, nine thousand swords unsheathed!

In the Cold Iron Army, although his face was already pale, Fu Chaozan still said sharply: "Build a shield wall!"

With the sound of the uniform shield wall erected, the sound of bowstrings in the Condor Army and the Red Shirt Army also resounded on the battlefield like an early spring shower.

The archers of the Condor Army use the split-string method to get the arrows full of explosive power, while the Red Shirts are all strong archers, and the arrows are as powerful as ballistas, although the attack frequency is not fast enough, but the arrows shot are powerful and heavy, even the generals of the Five Realms who are mixed with countless cavalry are unwilling to take these strong bows and arrows.

The Red Shirts and the Condor Army combined were 18,000 people, even if there was no one-time collective attack, but at this moment, the sky was still filled with arrows, and the sky was densely covered with arrows, roaring into the sky, and then falling rapidly at a faster speed, pouring into the Jin State cavalry like a rain waterfall.

Countless arrows fell sharply, forming a sea that seemed to flood the heavens and the earth, most of which were the cracked strings and explosive arrows of the Condor Army, which constituted the tide of the sea, and the powerful arrows shot by the Red Shirts were like a tail ichthyosaur that crossed the sea, dragging out lines of smoke visible to the naked eye in the sky, and crashing to the ground.