My uncle said to implement the second step plan, it seems that this is a good trick.

The soldier pulled out several large wooden boxes from the side, and what was inside. When the box was opened, there were huge urns inside, and smoke was constantly wafting out of them. This smell is oil, and the inside of that big urn is boiling oil.

I only have one thought now, don't be an enemy with my uncle, then I will definitely die a miserable death. However, my uncle did not rush to pour the oil down, but let the soldiers come out with bundles of straw.

"Fill the sulphur slurry, set the straw on fire and throw it away." Bundles of sulphur slurry were poured and ignited, emitting bursts of yellow smoke. The soldiers threw all the straw down, and the billowing yellow smoke immediately covered all the werewolves under the walls.

In the face of the billowing yellow smoke and the pungent smell of sulfur, the werewolf's tears flowed from the smoke, and he couldn't open his eyes. With this momentum, the crossbowmen in the city continued to shoot at the werewolves below, and soon turned the werewolves below into charred corpses. However, the werewolf was not discouraged, and continued to move towards the bottom of the city wall, there were too many werewolves below, so hurry up and pour all the oil down.

"Uncle, pour oil, don't splash it now, when will you wait."

"No, it's far from now." It's not time yet, and the werewolves will climb up to the top of the city in a while. The werewolves over there had already moved a large number of siege ladders, and it looked like they were about to climb up the city.

The werewolf began to erect the ladder, but then a funny scene appeared. The werewolf's ladder is too short, the longest is less than 40 meters, and there is still a long way to go from Ben's 50-meter wall. These werewolves don't have time to make new ladders now, so it looks like we're safe for now.

But the next scene was even more shocking, countless werewolves began to lie under the city wall, and they actually stacked Arhats one by one. Here's what it's about. Werewolves were piled up like hills. I see, they want to make up for the difference in height from the city walls.

Soon, these werewolves were piled up high enough, and a large number of werewolves stepped on their bodies to prop up the ladder, which was enough for now. Don't these werewolves have any feelings, and they don't feel it at all when they are stepped on by their companions.

"Uncle, pour oil now, or they will all rush up in a while." I said anxiously.

"Okay, let's start the third step." The third step, there is even a third step.

All of a sudden, the ground outside the moat popped up countless trapping piles. These traps are made up of stout wooden stakes, all of which have their heads sharpened and are covered with iron sheets of oil.

The werewolves were rushing forward, but the sudden erection of the trap caught them off guard again, turning them all into pieces of meat on skewers.

The werewolves still wanted to rush forward, but the barrier formed by the trap was a hundred meters long and very strong, and it seemed that it would take some time for them to get there.

However, my uncle did not give them a chance, and the crossbowmen on the city wall began to fire a volley, and this time the rain of arrows was several times denser than just now. This dense rain of arrows crushed the werewolf and made him unable to raise his head, let alone take a step forward.

"Uncle, the werewolves are coming up, hurry up and shoot them." I saw that the werewolves were about to climb up, and I couldn't do it in a hurry.

"Look at me, pour the oil down." With a bang, all the urns were toppled down, and the hot oil pounced on the werewolves. I think the oil must be hundreds of degrees, and the werewolves started to smoke after they were poured on it. It's really miserable, the werewolves below are probably cooked, and I seem to have asked about the taste of back to the pot.

"Drop the torches and burn them." My uncle is too ruthless, it's not enough to burn them, do you want to burn them to ashes. You can imagine the torch touching the oil. All of a sudden, the flames were about to be as high as the city wall.

The yellow smoke that had been billowing from the sulphur just now had completely turned into a burst of black smoke, and there was a smell of burning hair. The werewolves below screamed, and the burning oil continued to flow to the moat, and the werewolves who were crossing the river were also burned to the ground.

It seems that these werewolves on the moat can only go down to feed the fish, but they also need to have fish in the moat. However, the water looks calm, so there should be no fish.

"Keep shooting, don't let those werewolves escape." The crossbowman continued to shoot frantically with the arrows that the werewolf had just shot, which was ironic. However, those arrows have a limited range, and they still can't reach the werewolves outside the trapped. There was no way, we could only watch the werewolves outside retreat calmly.

"Keep shooting, don't stop, they might play dead down there, turn them all into hedgehogs for me, don't let them get up again." My uncle is so ruthless, he doesn't want to stay alive.

Soon, the flames below had gradually been extinguished, and all that was left on the ground was a large mass of charred corpses and the dense mass of arrows.

"Alas, the first round of attacks is finally over." My uncle wiped the sweat from his head and sat down on the ground tired.

"Uncle, drink water." I handed my kettle to my uncle. He took a few sips and finally got out of breath.

"Uncle, go down and rest for a while, I don't think they will attack for the time being."

"They won't attack, they really shouldn't attack for the time being, but if I were them, they would definitely attack at night, and it would be more beneficial to werewolves at night." That's right, wolves' eyesight is much better than that of werewolves at night, and it's not a level at all. If these werewolves attack at night, it's really a tricky thing, and when it comes to night attacks, I chose what happened when I was in Tusi Cave, and I don't know if those villagers are living well now.

"Uncle, then you go to the castle tower to rest for a while, and I'll watch it for you." I said with concern.

"You, I'm not at ease, I'd better guard this place by myself." I see that my uncle's eyes are bloodshot, and he really should have a good rest.

"Get water, you go down, I'll guard it here." Qin Wu volunteered at this time, which made me feel that the Qin Wu we were usually familiar with was back.

"Okay, since the city lord has given the order, I'll go and take a rest." My uncle yawned a few times as he spoke.

"Ah, city lord, what am I going to do now?" I'd better be cautious, if I don't call the city lord, I don't know if Qin Wu will clean me up."

"Xiao Yu, you take people down to see if there are any enemies alive, and if there are, clean them all up, understand?" Qin Wu said coldly.

I didn't speak, just nodded, and then led the people out of town. The current Qin Wu is a true king, a high king, a king that we cannot approach. There is a distance between us, between the king and the commoners.

I suddenly felt that all the Cinderella stories were fake, how could two people with such a big difference in status have results. But this topic is a bit out of the way, so I'll go about my work.

I had the soldiers open the heavy gate and pull the fence outside, and a scorching smell wafted towards me.