The ravens of war, screaming.

Hurried, poignant, like the messenger of death laughing wildly.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city, the army opened, and the murderous spirit rushed into the sky. The barbarians, whose faces were covered with totems and tattoos, puffed out their chests and blew their huge trumpets, and the desolate sound of whining resounded throughout the audience, and the frenzied atmosphere was like the tide of the sea, rolling up shocking waves.

The shouts of the soldiers pierced through the clouds and cracked the stones, rolling and echoing through the valley like countless thunderbolts on the ground. The enemy camp was not far from the Acropolis, no more than three arrows away. When such a sergeant attacked the mountain, there was really no room for any loop, and the narrow roads were meeting.

The lonely Acropolis was like an old man on the verge of death, trembling slightly under the rolling iron hooves. The old, low walls seemed to collapse at any moment at the foot of the enemy, and the clatter of debris shook and fell from the broken walls. More than 10,000 troops marched en masse, causing no less than a small earthquake.

Such a shocking feeling is indescribable to others.

The acropolis was quickly filled with guards, and groups of Manichaeans rushed up the walls, staring at the attacking enemy. Their skills are generally good, and they have received far more military training than the martial arts disciples in the Central Plains, but they are still not regular soldiers. The origin of Manichaeism is complex, and it can be traced back to ancient times, but their martial arts are generally inherited from the old people in the mountains.

The old man of the mountains, Assasin, also known as the King of Assassins, followed the path of assassination.

The situation of the Assassins in the face of the regular army, and the fact that they were in an unavoidable position to defend the city, was far less numerous than the other side, and the situation was already extremely pessimistic.

Knock, knock, knock, in the sound of huge war drums. Columns of infantry marched forward in unison with the sound of roaring footsteps.

The infantry was fully equipped. Some carry ladders. Some push arrow towers, arrow towers, arrow towers. The sound of the grinding of the wooden axles kept sounding, and the infantry approached the city wall step by step, looking like they were doing a great job.

And there were more archers, who carried murderous bows and wolf-tooth arrows on their backs. When the commander gave the order, he quickly bent his bow and arrows. The sound of creaking and tightening bowstrings rang out in a row, and it could be heard clearly even from the top of the valley, making the tongue dry.

A commander immediately waved his arms and roared. I only heard a chaotic sound, a murderous aura burst out, ten thousand arrows were fired together, and the stone was shattered. It was like a layer of black clouds that suddenly broke off the ground and flew into the air, bent in the air, and then enveloped the entire Acropolis wall. In an instant, the screams rang out one after another, clanging, crackling, and popping, and all kinds of sound effects were like rain hitting plantains.

Blood immediately became the main theme of the war song.

"Kill!" shouted the infantrymen. Carrying the ladder and rushing to the city wall.

"Kill!" the Manichaean shouted, shooting his throwing knife and hidden arrow. Deal as much damage as you can in a sea of people.

"Kill!" someone pushed the arrow tower, someone destroyed the arrow tower, and someone killed on the city wall.

There was the clatter of weapons, the clatter of sharp blades entering flesh, the death of people and the fall of people from the walls. People speak different languages, although Yang Qi can't understand it, but he knows that they won't shout anything else at this time, it can only be the same word - kill!

Killing, too, immediately became the chorus of the war song.

This siege battle has entered the hottest state at the beginning.

"Oh no!" Fang Hui was anxious, but he didn't know what to do. The huge battle scene in front of her deeply shook her heart, and her fingers clutched the rock next to her, and her knuckles turned white. She suddenly understood what Yang Qi meant by the original sentence of "small fights", compared with this real war that destroyed everything, what was the so-called competition on the Holy Maiden's sacrifice?

The power of the individual is so meager in the face of this battlefield with infinite killing opportunities. "What to do, what to do! The city is about to be broken, and we must go to the rescue!"

"Calm down!" Yang Qi suddenly pressed Fang Hui, who was spinning around, she walked to the front and looked at the battlefield below condescendingly.

Her eyes were like lightning, and she carefully and meticulously scanned the entire warring sides. The wind was blowing, the sky was dark, and her hood was fluttering. The eyes under the hood emitted a sharp light, and the sword-like gaze seemed to see something, and she suddenly pointed down: "It's just a test now, and neither side has any real skills." ”

"How could it be!" Fang Hui couldn't believe it, she felt that this meeting was already scary enough.

"If you look closely, the Mongols have not moved, and the true masters of Manichaeism have not made a move. Under Yang Qi's guidance, Fang Hui also discovered that those cavalrymen with terrifying breaths had not yet moved, and all those who rushed forward were Persians.

It is certain that the cavalry is not good at attacking cities, but those cavalry are not at all like soy sauce fighters. They sat on their horses, staring at the wall in front of them with fierce eyes, as if they had no idea of the obstruction. These cavalry must have a unique ability, and the city wall in front of them may not be able to restrain them.

Even more suspicious were the heavily armored riders, who seemed to have some special behavior. More than 30 extraordinarily stout heavy riders lined up in two vertical rows, each holding a thick iron chain in their hands. Iron chains were attached to something covered in a thick canvas, which was so large and long that it looked like a battering ram.

"No...... It's impossible to ......" Fang Hui couldn't believe her guess, she suddenly felt ridiculous: "How can you use cavalry to carry the battering ram......"

But reality soon slapped her in the face.

As soon as the Mongol officer gave the order, the knights, who were covered with a hideous breath all over their bodies, wrapped the chains firmly around their arms and grasped them in their hands. With a shout, more than 30 riders began to accelerate from slow to fast like one person. Crunch, more than 30 iron chains were tightened at the same time, thick arms were instantly straightened, and powerful iron hooves were digging the ground with all their might.

It moved, it really moved! The battering ram rubbed against the sand, and finally moved from slow to fast.

The knights trot, then the middle run, and finally the madness. The strong wind blew away the covered canvas, revealing the big dick inside. It was a huge log-like sledgehammer, more than one hug thick and more than ten meters long. The two ends were wrapped in black iron. The black and heavy pig iron was pitted and uneven. It's all the marks of the impact -- that's its medal of merit.

The Mongols swept through the countries of West Asia. This sledgehammer does not know how meritorious it is.

Heavy horses galloped, chains were linked, sledgehammers almost flew up, and rushed straight to the acropolis gates. They are not biased, they do not dodge, and even if there are friendly troops in the way, they will run over them all the way. If you are crushed by that sledgehammer, there are really no bones left, only flesh and mud.

This moment. Everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but focus their eyes on this terrifying sledgehammer.

"Hurry, stop them!" Fang Hui couldn't help but shout. It was impossible for the people on the Acropolis to hear her distant shouts, but the reaction was the same. Immediately, some people acted in a panic, and they hurriedly took out countless thick timbers to reinforce the gate, and even shot out one by one to snipe at the Iron Knight.

But all this, it is useless.

"Ahh The huge kinetic energy is poured into the sledgehammer, and even the speed of the iron rider decreases with it.

In the blink of an eye, the black battering ram had slammed into the city gate with a dull whistling sound.

Boom. Everyone felt their hearts pounding, as if their hearts had been hit hard. People widen their eyes and open their mouths. Look at this shocking scene.

They heard a series of clicks and cracks, and the wood of the top door flew, cracked, and sawdust splashed. The gates shook, the debris peeled off, and more than a dozen Manichaeans were shaken out. They spurted blood from their mouths and noses and fell into the dust, and for a time they were tired and dizzy.

When they struggled to get up, they found that the gate had been knocked out of a huge hole. The black siege ram with blood had already stabbed in through the hole, like the inner nest teeth stabbed by a huge hideous alien, which was terrifying.

More than 30 horsemen rode their horses at the same time, turned around, changed hands, and quickly pulled the battering ram away. The heavy armor on their bodies did a good job of blocking the attacks of the Hidden Arrows, allowing them to avoid decisive damage. They galloped all the way and pulled the sledgehammer back to where it had been.

This trip back and forth, both the knight and the war horse were exhausted. But they immediately smiled and handed over the chains in their hands to their companions, and then more than thirty knights grabbed the battering ram and began to exert their strength and gallop. The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth like a beast of predatory.

Fang Hui's eyes were already full of despair when he looked at the thirty-odd horses, who could be such a war monster?

Is this the power of the Mongols who swept thousands of miles of territory?!

Looking at the crumbling Acropolis, Fang Hui suddenly knelt down in the direction of the promised land. She made a gesture of the flame burning with both hands, and held the flame and murmured: "Blazing holy fire, burn my body! What joy is there in life, and why is there any pain in death? For the sake of good and evil, only light is the cause." Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. Have mercy on me, the world is full of sorrows!"

Yang Qi glanced at her, Fang Hui's grief and anger at this time didn't seem to be fake. It seems that the identity of this Manichaean saint did not blow by the wind.

"Manichaeism has been standing for a long time, and it has suffered countless liquidations for thousands of years without being completely eradicated, and it must have its own unique life. Yang Qi looked at the people on the city wall: "If you have any special skills, it's almost time to use them now." ”

At the same time, in the Mongolian army, Tong Qi also stared at the acropolis in front of him with the same deep eyes. He was also waiting, he did not believe that Manichaeism had just fallen.

This is the Land of Promise, the Holy Land of Manichaeism since ancient times. The silver priest himself said that there must be a miracle here, and it must be understood. A trip to the mysterious island frightened them, and they rushed over in high spirits, and fled back in embarrassment. If it weren't for the eighteen scholars with Fang Longtu who messed up the situation, I am afraid that none of them would have been able to escape.

A Wu Jianniang has left an eternal shadow in their hearts. It was precisely because of this incident that they gathered an army of soldiers and horses to come, for fear that they would suddenly encounter some mysterious and powerful enemy.

In the South China Sea, they are weak on the road, but in this Persia they are able to play half of their home advantage. There are many people, which is the only choice for strangulation masters. Without understanding the enemy's situation, the priests would never take matters into their own hands.

"Come on, come on, come out, let me open my eyes!"

At this moment, deep in the Land of Promise, an old man sighed, knelt in front of a huge stone wall and began to pray softly. Mysterious light patterns and symbols suddenly lit up on this huge stone wall, and then some kind of mysterious power was stimulated.

Under Tong Qi's profound gaze, a faint light suddenly lit up on the Manichaean people on the acropolis wall. The light was red, like a sparkling fire. It was faintly almost invisible, and it seemed to be there and nothing under the reflection of the red glow in the western sky, and ordinary soldiers could not detect it at all. But Tong Qi's eyes flashed, and he was sure that it was not an illusion. Because when this glimmer of light was on, the Manichaeans seemed to be infused with mysterious power, and their attacks were fierce.

Buzz, each of the Flame Orders trembled and roared, and those who held the Flame Orders knew that some unknowable mysterious procedure had been advanced again.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, the silver priest looked at the acropolis from afar, and said to himself in a deep voice: "This is the power that this seat is looking for?"

On the mountain, Yang Qi's eyes shot a divine light, she seemed to see through something at this moment, nodded and shook her head again and then exhaled: "Don't look any further, the Mongolian people can't attack it today, and they will retreat immediately." By the way, what's that light?"

"That is the Will of the Holy Fire. Fang Hui looked at Yang Qi with a complicated expression: "I'm here for it, what about you, are you also here for it?"

"It's not. Yang Qi shook his head decisively, turned around and left: "It is indeed very strong, strong and even confusing, but it is not the power I am looking for." The miracle I am looking for is deeper, surrounded by and accompanied by the will of the Holy Fire. And the power that works miracles is about to awaken. (To be continued......)

PS: It's been a long time since I've written so smoothly like I did today, and I've finally found the feeling. This chapter is three thousand seven, barely a big chapter by the standards of the book - well, I know it's shameless to say that~~. I'm not going to pay for it, so I'm going to move on to the second chapter. But after all, you have to get up early to go to work, and you can't write late at night in one go, you can only say how much you can write. If it's not enough, I'll make it up tomorrow and send it out together.