Besiege!

The drums of war thundered. The people under the city went from a symbolic temptation to a large-scale attack.

The densely packed human heads look like ants one after another from above.

Li Siye sat firmly on the platform at the head of the city, and judging from his current state, his face was obviously much paler than yesterday.

But he still issued the call in an orderly manner, from the bow to the sky a hundred paces away to the cloud ladder and the rolling log at the top of the city. The people at the head of the city, whether soldiers or travelers, were now turning into the teeth of every gear in this war machine, turning in unison.

The smell of blood, the rain of arrows that obscured the sky, the black smoke from the fire oil, human life got its due bloom in this kind of place.

Scarlet everywhere.

After an old man at the head of the city threw down the wall and down the log, he sat down and hid behind the female wall.

He wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and poured hard liquor into his mouth. He'd seen all the killings, but never like this.

Not adapting. As far as the eye could see, there were all dead people. And it's a strange way to die. Hand-to-hand combat between travelers also becomes small in such places.

He looked at another traveler next to him, who was shot in the head by an inexplicable arrow and fell at his feet.

There were quite a few corpses on the city walls, and even more dead people under the walls.

Bai Yunfei stood outside the big tent, he looked indifferently at the corpses that kept falling like rain, the top ones smashed to death, the brazier wood took away one life after another like death, and some even landed at the head of the city, and they were slapped down by a shield again, and were split in two by friendly scimitars in mid-air.

This is the battlefield.

Even with the pigtailed guy next to him showing a heartache on his face, he still had no intention of asking Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

"Archmage."

Hunt Zan looked at the young man dressed as a Tang man in front of him, and he behaved very respectfully, because he was a Bon archmage that even Zampu respected. In a sense, the identity of the person in front of him represents the interests of most of the nobles in Tibet, even the son of his head, Zampu, must listen to him.

"This battle has been won."

Bai Yunfei said, one life after another died in front of him, but an inexplicable light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Instead of holding a metal staff that a normal mage would hold, he held an ordinary longsword, one that looked like it could be bought directly from a blacksmith shop on the street.

More and more people died in the city.

If you look closely, you can find that most of the dead are travelers who were forcibly brought in by Li Siye.

The soldiers under his command were retreating little by little, like smoke rising into the air, and disappeared as soon as the city was headed.

In the end, there were even some powerful passengers who guarded a few openings alone.

Hunt Zan watched suspiciously, as the vanguard he sent out to send him to death climbed up to the tower of the city as far as his eyes could see, a little too easy. Compared with before, the Tang Army's majesty is still unforgettable.

"Report, Lord Liezan, the enemy's western wall has been lost."

He looked at the archmage beside him, as if he hadn't heard the good news in his ears.

The elite soldiers under his command were all lined up in military formation, and they watched the slave army, travelers, and some cannon fodder troops with little combat power on the city, besieging and killing the remaining Tang army that was still resisting stubbornly.

Military merit has always been something that no soldier will be missing.

On the city wall, the old man held a bloody hand axe in his hand. The axe was not a big one, but a small one.

The weapon was carried by him in the hands of the green muscles, exuding a strong murderous aura. Dead bodies as far as the eye could see.

He turned his face to look at the general platform behind him, Li Siye, who was originally sitting on it, had long since disappeared, and most of the Tang Army soldiers were gone.

But he couldn't see clearly, and he pulled out the arrow that had been shot in his right eye.

The axe in his hand had long been unable to swing, and as he watched more and more enemies climb up the city in front of him, his vision flew up and down to the city with a stinging pain. What is on the city walls? Myself?

"Mo Dao Array!"

In front of the General's Mansion, Li Siye roared with full anger, commanding the few troops behind him, step by step towards the travelers in front of him who fled like them.

"Grass! Why can you run and Lao Tzu can't? ”

Incitement was instigated by a staggered passenger at the front, holding a strange firearm that looked like an AK that could be bought for $15 in Africa. Many people who know the goods more or less recognize the origin of this thing. The alchemy firearm of the goblin clan in The Lord of the Rings.

After that guy fired a shot at Li Siye in front of the battle, he directly turned into the ghost of the famous Tang general's knife. He wasn't hurt, and after only dropping a few small fish and shrimp, there was no need to lure the enemy. If it was time to come, it would have come a long time ago.

Cut it in two.

Knife in hand, the army marched through the narrow streets like bulldozers, leaving only corpses and unrecognizable wreckage.

Remain calm.

This group of people waved their knives indifferently, and except for Li Siye, who took the lead, no one seemed to mean to speak. The whole army of a few hundred people is more like a whole. There was a terrible silence. The crossbow array behind him continued to shoot arrows diagonally upward, and the arrows rained down like blood.

Someone in front of him was injured or killed by the traveler's long-range means, and someone in the back row picked him up, and at this moment, all the travelers who were working on the side of the Tang Army felt hopeless.

Raise your hand, swing your knife, and put it away, until the last traveler in this street falls.

Divide-Cut-Line -

"Brother Feng, what does this mean?"

Gao Xianzhi and Feng Changqing were sitting in the hall of the General's Mansion, and he took a sip of tea and asked. But it's not unbearable, it's more like asking the answer to why it's doing it.

"Whew."

The man in black on the other side didn't seem to have the intention of answering immediately, he indifferently blew away a broken leaf in the cup in his hand and looked at the person opposite him.

"My people, dead."

He looked in a certain direction outside the house, as if he could see into the distance through the wall, waiting for someone to pick him up.

"Besides, these people, like me, are just speculators. It's better to increase the rate of rain by a few points. ”

He said that it was like crushing a few ants to death, even though they were coming from the same way as himself. The person who can say that he is a speculator in front of Gao Xianzhi with such peace of mind, I am afraid that there is no one but him.

"This city is a formation for rain, and that's fine. It's just Brother Feng, but there is still something unclear below. ”

"Speak."

"I don't know who you are asking for?"

"The King of Inspiration."

Feng Changqing said, a flash of red light flashing in his eyes.