There are too few people who can escape, and they are like lost dogs. At this moment, they are more like refugees than highlanders.

Patrol Steward Zu Hui's feeling was terrible, and his liver and gallbladder were about to jump to his throat.

Over the years, he can do a lot of things by staring at himself, but he has long forgotten the experience of working hard with others.

Now, he was still crouching on the only flying boat left, which made him really happy. And in front of the flying boat, there were four porcupines ...... scolding and panting. These guys are actually running fast, seriously beyond the imagination of mortals. And the short spear of Dong Dong hit the car, and the sharp arrows slashed over his head, which made people tremble even more....

In less than an hour, He Wen saw this subordinate again, which shocked him greatly.

At the same time, he saw the panic and fear in Zu Hui's eyes. This fear is not for him, but for the soul that has been scared away. It wasn't until a crisp slap came down that Zu Hui came to his senses.

If it had been in the past, he would have cut him down. But not now, there are really not many people in his hands who can use it.

If you count those who were killed with He Wu, the six hundred cultivators would be gone. They didn't even survive a stick of incense, and they were all wiped out by these low-level body quenchers, which was a shame.

The people who can be sent out by him first to entrust them with important tasks are all capable disciples who are used to summoning, and there are not many such people.

As the monks in the city flocked here, there were already thousands of people around the third layer of the Great Array. The momentum is there, but it's black, how can it be a messy word?

The combat strength of the mid-level cultivators registered in the city is amazing, but after all, the number is limited. These people are mainly from their own families, and the children of their own families are uneven.

These guys have no heads, no brains, and no hearts, and they are forming small groups according to the distance and proximity of the neighbors. When it was, we had a good chat.

Do you understand? You think this is out to see a meteor shower?

The disciples of the Pei Sect were trying to put them into the ranks, and it took almost an hour. The siege of the Highlanders is also close to a halt, leaving these people who have killed their own brother idle, which is the last thing anyone wants.

Now, there is really not much he can do except frantically consume the rain of arrows. There were a few times when he couldn't hold it back, and he wanted to do something. But these people are his future subordinates, and he needs these rabble to kill now. Who else could he count on if he started to do it to them as well?

He Wen felt a kind of desperate anger, without the teleportation array, even the surrounding Peimen couldn't lend a helping hand. But Luancheng's Wancheng Gate not only did not cooperate, but also added a bit of blockage. That incomparably important transit point is now out of operation. Therefore, the anxious one turned around and cursed.

What made him even more angry was that the chariots pulled out of the storehouse, as well as the heavy crossbows for the garrison, would be useless for a while. Either there is a lack of grease, or the parts are old, and there are few old disciples who can assemble these, and they are all busy going around, but it has no effect.

Those armor carved with exquisite runes have not been maintained for too long, and the leather linked to them is brittle. With a little force, it will fall apart into countless pieces.

Peimen, like too many sects on the mainland, is being rubbed off by the years, they are degrading, and they have been degrading for many years. The people in the township are usually busy, what serious drills do you expect them to have?

It took a lot of effort to put together a chariot that was easy to assemble. Walking crookedly on the road, he also made the sound of a steel needle cutting through the crystal, causing both the eyes and eardrums to suffer. This unfortunate movement is not as good as the fleeing ox cart.

Those pure gold horns were shining, and none of the spirit beasts that could be driven could be found, so they could only reluctantly requisition some beef cattle and grinding cattle instead.

In peaceful years, it is a luxury to feed those hideous gold-swallowing beasts, and the chariot cannot be without them, otherwise, it will look nondescript and its power will be greatly reduced.

I had hoped that Wuthering Heights would be able to pick up this beam, but the slave remnants not only didn't get it, but also put all these idiots in it. Now as soon as he thinks of this, He Wen wants to take out his anger on the Wei family.

Today, if he knew that among these plateau people, there was that kid surnamed Zhao, he would probably be able to really get angry......

Basically, the chariots made by Luan Cheng are divided into two types: crash cars and arrow cars, which are pulled or pushed by fierce power beasts and swift spirit beasts respectively.

The crash is to use the front car to crash into the military formation, and then run over. The sharp horns are in front, and the brute rhino in armor is behind, which is like words. If you pair it with a few delicious cattle, the effect is only a few words.

The arrow cart cooperates with the former to follow up, and the killing effect is best with a repeating crossbow. Usually inside the car, there were honeycomb-shaped crossbow boxes, which were also guarded by halberders.

Now, hundreds of luxury equipment have become decorations, how can this not be distressed. But the chief steward completely forgot that it was he who usually deducted these expenses, and the huge amount of money in those ledgers was all boring. And these cats are greasy, and they all took them to drink flower wine.

But after all, he is the current person here, and he can't let the scene in front of him spread all the time.

In the midst of the chaos, He Wen slowly calmed down. The pain of losing his brother and the bloodthirsty impulse were fiercely pressed in his heart, and the boss of the He family, who had always been yin and deep, returned...

This is not good news for Dumb and them. He had just witnessed the bloody battle in Luancheng, which was a real hand-to-hand battle, so fast that it ended before this master could make a move.

And hand-to-hand combat is usually brutal, and the result of this is not to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and lose 800, and such a victory is not at all to be happy about. There are more than 200 plateau quenching soldiers, almost all of whom are wounded, and less than half of them can still fight.

And the next counterattack of the Peimen Sect will definitely be even more ferocious. There will only be more weapons at their disposal, and they will never make the same mistake again.

Dumb, they need more men, more swordsmen.

Now, he had more bows and arrows in his hand, as well as a certain number of short spears, and hundreds of spears and halberds. That's enough for them to shoot intensively, and they can also make a few effective assassinations. If it is a street battle that cannot be carried out by troops, I believe it can be dealt with for a long time.

However, the situation remains dire. Dumb needs new people and new methods.

Otherwise, they will still not be able to hold here, and once such a thing happens, all the highlanders will be in a desperate .......

And He Wen also thinks a lot, and the exit of Luancheng must be blocked. If you let the highlanders escape, especially those who provoke trouble, you need to be chased to the ends of the earth.

Therefore, this time it will be a thousand people going to Luancheng, and even the killing weapons that have just been installed will be brought with them