Chapter Fifty-Eight: Immortality? The city is broken

Yin Que heard the enemy's persuasion to surrender, there was no expression on his face, and he replied lightly: "Although I am not a Ming monarch, nor have I opened up territory, but I have always been an emperor, even if I die, I will die on the battlefield, and I will be buried under this land of great merchants with all the soldiers, there is no need to talk nonsense, Yin Hates Shui, you yourself have no backbone, don't think that everyone is the same as you." ”

Yin Que is very afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of being ashamed of his ancestors and ancestors, since he is the emperor of the Shang State, he can only die in battle, not surrender.

Yin Que's loud voice spread throughout the battlefield, and every Shang soldier had a fighting spirit in his heart, holding his head high, and looking at his majesty with the same gaze, their sworn allegiance to His Majesty.

These words brought tears to their eyes, they were soldiers of the Shang Kingdom, they were tasked with protecting the people, and now, their majesty would also fight together, how could they not be moved.

Yin Hatshui's face turned dark when he heard Yin Que's ridicule, but he couldn't refute it, after all, it was a fact that he had formed an alliance with the grassland people, and in the eyes of everyone, he had betrayed Dashang, and his nature changed from internal strife to external trouble.

The hatred in his heart could clearly feel that the eyes of the soldiers behind him had changed when they looked at him, if it weren't for the fact that everyone was a grasshopper tied to a body, they would probably have rebelled.

"Attack!" Yin hated the water belt to protect his life, the sword in his hand pointed at the tall city wall that had stood for four hundred years, and launched an attack, he had no way out, the only way was to enter the court, as long as he succeeded, he could sit back and relax, after all, history is written by the victors.

The soldiers behind him shouted and rushed forward, and ladders were lifted up to the city walls.

As soon as these rebels wanted to climb up, hot oil fell from the sky and poured on the heads of these rebels who wanted to climb up, directly scalding some of the rebels to death and falling to the ground, and the rest of the soldiers began to blister in a large area, with red spots, fever, swelling and pain all over their bodies.

The soldiers in the back looked at the miserable situation of their comrades, and a trace of sadness flashed in their eyes, but there was no way, this was their fate, most of them were just cannon fodder, and only a very small number of them could be promoted and become senior generals.

Someone is monitoring behind, if you escape, you will be killed directly, and you can still have a way to survive when you rush to the city wall, but when the deserter is caught, it can only be a dead end.

What's more, their military registrations have already been recorded, if they are found to have escaped, they will not know that he will die alone, and even his family will be beheaded together, so this is the sorrow of the low-level soldiers, and the sorrow of the times!

One by one, the soldiers climbed up on the corpses of their comrades, holding their shields high above their heads to guard against the rolling stones and hot oil thrown from the city walls, but even so, a large number of soldiers fell from the ladder to the ground like dumplings, becoming part of the entity on the ground, even if they did not die, as long as they could not stand up, they would be trampled to death in this battle of hundreds of thousands of people. Endless rebels rushed upward, but none of them succeeded in attacking the tower, and even if they were lucky enough to go up, they would be hacked to death by a few soldiers who united to defend the city.

The Yin Que side in the high place occupies an absolute advantage, and it can be said that as long as the Shanhai Pass is not broken, he will be invincible.

Yin Hatshui looked at the soldiers who kept dying, his heart was like a knife, this was his team, if he was defeated, he would be finished. So he turned his head to Wolf Teng, who was still watching the play, and said: "You can't just let my men sacrifice, you should also take action, and if this continues, I will withdraw my troops." ”

Wolf Teng's eyes narrowed, and he groped through his bosom and took out a crystal skeleton. At this time, it was noon, under the sunlight, the crystal skeleton shone with purple light, and the first time Yin hated the water saw this purple light, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold that penetrated the bones spread from the coccyx of the spine to the whole body.

"This ...... What is it? Yin Hatshui shuddered, and a cloud of white mist came out.

Wolf Teng ignored him, held up the crystal skull, and said in the language of the steppe people: "Great Immortal Heaven, please give us the strength to smash this city gate." ”

As the incantation was pronounced, the purple glow on the crystal skeleton grew stronger and stronger, and the temperature in the surrounding environment dropped rapidly, covering it with a layer of hoarfrost. Shining purple light, an ice pick slowly condensed, the white mist filled, this ice pick became bigger and bigger, and finally it was three zhang long and one zhang wide, with sharp spikes at the top.

The light emitted by the crystal skeleton gradually faded for a hundred years, and finally became dull, losing its color, as if it had changed from a crystal to stone. After no purple light was emitted, the ice picks in the air finally took shape, five zhang long and two zhang wide, like an enlarged version of a battering ram.

Wolf Teng looked at this ice pick with a complicated expression, remembering that the shaman sacrifice sacrificed himself for it, exchanging this crystal skeleton for the great Immortal Heaven. It was also at that time that he saw the immortal heaven for the first time, the figure of great fraternity.

Huge ice cones in the air were filled with cold air, and they flew rapidly under the impetus of a mysterious force, and the target was the city gate.

Yin Que saw that these rebels could not attack the city wall, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Suddenly, a purple light lit up where Wolf Teng was, and a huge ice pick was formed, flying towards the city gate.

The speed of the ice pick was too fast, and in an instant, it pierced through several soldiers who were blocking in front of him, and the splashed blood dripped on the ice pick and instantly froze. The icicle arced through the air, and in an instant it came to the city gate, and slammed it hard.

Bang!

The huge ice pick also collided with the iron gate, and a violent sound erupted, and the entire wall began to tremble, as if to mourn. Shattered blocks of iron and ice were catapulted by the force of the impact, slicing across the battlefield and stabbing into the bodies of several rebels, claiming their lives.

The previously fortified gates were breached, revealing a huge hole large enough for armies to enter and exit.

On the city wall, all the soldiers were shocked by the power of this god and demon, and they were stunned for a while, and their heads were cut off by the rebels who climbed up from the ladder, and more and more rebels successfully climbed the city wall, and the original advantage disappeared, and they fell into disadvantage.

The cavalry that had already been prepared waved their whips, and the sound of horses' hooves resounded throughout the battlefield, raising earthy yellow sand, and the galloping of thousands of horses was not enough to describe this magnificent scene.

All the cavalry slowly spread out in formation, like a bayonet, about to plunge into the flesh and blood of the great merchants.

"It's over!" Yin Que saw that the city gate was breached, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, but fortunately, the eunuch on the side reacted in time and supported Yin Que, so that he did not fall to the ground.

Yin Que watched the endless cavalry rush towards the wind and sand, once they entered the city, tens of thousands of cavalry would inevitably carry out a massacre.

"Your Majesty, let's withdraw first, stay in the green mountains, and don't be afraid of running out of firewood." The guards and officials on the side saw that the general trend had gone, and hurriedly persuaded Yin Que to run away.

"I'm a sinner of Dashang, why do this grassland people have such immortal arts, is it that the heavens are going to kill my Dashang." Yin Que raised his head and cried, unable to imagine that the barbarian he had despised had gained such divine power.

"What about the immortals, are the immortals coming?" Like the last straw he grabbed in the water, Yin Que grabbed the herald eunuch beside him and asked eagerly.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, I have sent someone, but there has been no reply. The herald eunuch said tremblingly, looking at Yin Que's crazy appearance, he was a little scared in his heart.

"It's over, it's over......" Yin Que sat on the ground in despair, as soon as the Shanhai Pass was broken, the big merchants were equivalent to being taken directly from the hinterland, and they no longer had any ability to resist. And the remaining hundreds of thousands of troops are preparing for the siege and slaughter of this group of steppe cavalry and the rebels led by Yin Hatshui, and within a day, the whole army will be annihilated.

A pair of cavalry saw Yin Que who was protected by the forbidden army, and with a shout, a large number of cavalry attacked Yin Que.

"Heaven is going to kill me!"

Yin Que sighed and picked up the sword pinned to his waist, since he couldn't defend his territory, it was better to die on the battlefield, and it was also a destination.

"Your Majesty, don't panic, the poor road is coming!"