First, Xiao Jiajun's firearms were not modern weapons, not to mention modern bullets, and the materials used in the barrel and chamber were still very old, and it was extremely easy to explode in high temperatures; second, because the artillery that Xiao Shizhu originally carried could only reach a maximum range of five miles. Therefore, he has been waiting, waiting for Lai Yueqi to personally transform and supervise the delivery of heavy Franco cannons and solid ammunition to reduce the casualties of the Xiao family's army.

Now that the heavy weapons are here, he and his Xiao family army, like a cat that originally shrunk its claws and crawled on the ground, suddenly stretched out their claws, showing their sharp fangs at the ghost king and his capital defenders.

After several shellings, almost all of the dense houses in the south of Linglong City were left with no tiles, turned into ruins and scattered on the ground. Even the empty bed crossbows arranged in the city are not much left.

And even the Ghost King's Palace on the island in the middle of the lake farther away, the first few palaces were not spared, and they collapsed one after another after receiving more than a dozen solid bullets.

But even so, Xiao Shizhu still felt that it was far from enough. Of course, all the houses in the south of the city have collapsed and become pieces of ruins. However, the sawdust of the sacred wood shattered on the ground can still protect the ghost king army standing on the ruins from the image of the heat.

So Xiao Shizhu asked the soldiers to set up a fire dragon to get out of the water, tied countless jars and jars to it, filled it with water, sealed it, and then aimed it at the ruins.

The fire dragon rushed into the city through the night, and exploded in mid-air before it landed because of the high temperature around it, not only killing many ghost kings, but also the altars and jars tied to the fire dragon's body shattered, and the water splashed out and sprinkled on the surrounding ground on the sacred wood chips. In an instant, the sawdust of the sacred wood stained with water lost its effect of avoiding fire and cooling, and in the blink of an eye, they all turned into rotten wood.

Most of the soldiers of the Ghost King did not die in the shelling, but at this time, because they were too close to the lake, they lost the protection of the Fuso Sacred Tree, and were roasted to death by the high temperature emanating from the lake.

After seeing that the south house of Linglong City was completely destroyed, the Xiao family army replaced the artillery with a sub-gun composed of several catties of lead and iron pellets, and started a new round of artillery bombardment against the enemy troops still guarding the southern city.

This kind of gun is like a shotgun, and as soon as it hits the ground, it explodes into a dozen large pieces, and its lethality is not trivial.

"Xuanshui!" Seeing that the ghost king's army was screaming continuously, Xiao Shizhu, who was full of excitement, pulled out his Moon Destroying Sword, pointed to Linglong City in front of him, and said loudly: "Kill in, hand-to-hand combat to solve the remnants of the enemy." ”。

As soon as the words fell, Xuanshui hung a wooden plaque made of the pith of the Fuso Divine Tree around his neck, and roared towards the city with a roar.

After a few days of observation, Xiao Shizhu found that the ghost king army of Linglong City would hang such a wooden plaque on their bodies when they went out to fight, so that they could leave the house made of divine wood and not be affected by the high temperature. In addition, the Ghost King Army is not equipped with firearms, so there is no need to worry about being injured by the explosion.

Therefore, Xiao Shizhu also came to follow the example, let his soldiers all hang wooden cards made of Shenmu wood pith, rushed into the city with cold weapons, and started hand-to-hand combat with the surviving enemy troops under the shelling.

When Xuanshui led the team to rush up, Xiao Shizhu was not idle, after he stopped the shelling, he let the remaining soldiers, protect the chariot, and took advantage of the chaos to advance three miles. At this time, he was only more than ten miles away from the island in the middle of the lake, and half of the Ghost King's Palace was covered by his artillery range.

Although it is much closer to the shore of the lake, it is protected by chariots made of sacred wood, so it is not exposed to the high temperature. So, Xiao Shizhu began the shelling of the Ghost King's Palace. The only remaining Heavenly Soul Army guarding the palace was unable to go out of the palace to support the battlefield in the city.

Under the roar of the cannon, Xuanshui had already taken the lead in the city, let out a long roar of anger from his mouth, and at the same time waved the blade in his hand, rampage through the ruins, and did not hesitate to raise his sword when he saw the enemy. In less than a moment, several enemy soldiers had already been cut down, and the soldiers of the vanguard of the Xiao family army who followed behind also waved their swords and followed, killing the enemy when they saw it.

Without firearms, the combat effectiveness of the Xiao family army is still undiminished. The results of the sparring training in the past were vividly demonstrated in this battle.

They stepped over the shattered walls, trampled on fallen enemy troops, and pounced on them with the blades in their hands. After the two armies collided, they were intertwined and fused, and in an instant, there was an enemy in the enemy and an enemy in the enemy. In the midst of the smoke and dust, the loud screams were moving, and the wails also rose everywhere.

Seeing that many of their wives, children, relatives and friends had died under the bombardment of the Xiao family's army, the ghost king's defenders went crazy with anger, and their eyes were red like thousands of angry waves hitting the reef, and they rushed towards the Xiao family's army wave after wave, trying to drown the vanguard of the Xiao family's army with a numerical advantage.

However, the Xiao family's army is both offensive and defensive, so the ghost king army has not been able to bargain for the slightest. Although he said this, the Ghost King Army was not discouraged, and the power of hatred prompted them to use the sword in their hands to slash at the Xiao Family Army.

Although the Xiao family army, which was surrounded by enemies on all sides, seemed to be suppressed to the point that it could only fight the trapped beasts, it was also fearless in the predicament, and there were deafening shouts of killing in their mouths, which overshadowed the shouts of the enemy one after another. Infecting each other, motivating each other, adding more courage to the breasts of themselves and their peers.

Both sides did not back down, and the sergeants were all brave and unrelenting. Under the cold light of the flickering sword, they all showed their grinning faces to each other's enemies, howled lowly, and rushed forward without hesitation.

The blades kept clashing, and sparks filled the air. The smoke and dust that filled the ruins in the southern part of Linglong City were enveloped and annihilated by the tragic aura of this primitive fight.

On the barren plains, it is even more slaughtering at this time!

Just when Xuanshui led the army and the enemy army to kill happily, Ying Zhao also led the soldiers of the five major battalions of the Xiao family's army to rush up from behind and join the battle.

As soon as the main force arrived, the morale of the Xiao family army was immediately high. For a while, the Ghost King Army, which was evenly matched with the Xiao family's army, fell into a bitter battle and began to retreat. While struggling to resist the increasingly fierce offensive of the Xiao family's army, they slowly retreated towards the east and west sides of Linglong City.

Suddenly, a loud and crisp horn sounded, echoing over the earth for a long time. At the sound of the horn, Xiao Jiajun did not hesitate to split into two, and after catching up with the enemy, he raised his sword and slashed; their unstoppable footsteps made the arrogance of the enemy disappear.

The mandarin duck array formed by the Xiao family army kept changing with the change of terrain, and the speed of change made the ghost king army smack. Sometimes they were divided into more than a dozen small formations to break through the enemy's improvised defensive line, and sometimes they were scattered from one large formation to more than a dozen small formations, chasing after the scattered enemy troops.

In the midst of the killing sound, the ghost king's army fell one by one. The enemy soldiers who were cut down were expressionless at the moment they fell to the ground, and the eyes that gradually dimmed on their faces showed not the light and shadow of the stars, but the vague figures of their families.

Rushing at the front of the ranks, he saw that the enemy was retreating, but still superior in numbers, so he suddenly took a deep breath, and then flew forward, and in the blink of an eye, he broke into the enemy formation, and shuttled between the enemy troops.

His form was like a storm of wind before a rainstorm, leaving only fleeting afterimages in the land he had spoken, and his elusiveness succeeded in inspiring fear in the hearts of the enemy. The Ghost King's army was stunned to see the afterimages he brought up by his galloping, and they all said to themselves, "What the hell is that?"

As soon as the words fell, many enemy soldiers saw a flower in front of them, and the figure of Ying Zhao flew quickly in front of them. Those ghost king armies were stunned again, and then there was a small sound on their necks, and a bright red hole opened at the time, and it continued to extend and expand to the left and right. The next second, the entire ghost head broke away from its neck, rolled and shot up, and after rotating in mid-air for more than ten times, it slowly turned into a little bit of dust.

As their bodies slowly turned to dust, an empty helmet fell from the sky and slammed into the ground with a clanging sound, causing the hearts of the other enemy soldiers to tremble and their livers to tremble.

"Uh-oh, there it is. In the distance, Wu Zhiqi, who was standing with Xiao Shizhu, clenched his fists excitedly, looked at the galloping Ying Zhao on the battlefield, danced a few times with excitement like a child, and shouted in his mouth: "It is rumored that Lord Ying Zhao learned the divine wind technique from the ancient gods, and the legend is that it is a technique created by the ancient gods, which can make the soul qi in the body quickly travel in the meridians in the body, and instantly increase his speed. ”。

"Really?" Xiao Shizhu naturally also saw Ying Zhao's performance, but for some reason, the speed of Ying Zhao was not so fast in his opinion, and he could even penetrate Ying Zhao's trajectory from the afterimage of the Dao. Therefore, after he just answered casually, he turned his head to look at Wu Zhiqi and asked lightly: "Look at what excites you, is this kind of kamikaze difficult to learn?"

"It's not that it's hard to learn, my previous warrior Lingming Stone Monkey can. But this trick is very soul-consuming, and for the soul, although it can be slowly replenished through eating and resting and other behaviors after consumption, it is limited in a certain amount of time. Wu Zhiqi put away his excitement when he heard this, and when he mentioned his previous subordinates, a trace of sadness flashed between his eyebrows, and he said slowly to Xiao Shizhu: "And this technique is a secret technique that is about to be lost, and after Emperor Xudu became the hegemon, he put away all the scrolls that recorded these mystical magic techniques and stored them in his Six Heavens Palace, and no longer showed them." Among the ghosts in the underworld today, I'm afraid that only Emperor Xudu and Lord Yingzhao will do this. Therefore, this is a rare sight. ”。 As he spoke, he stared closely at the afterimages of those heroic moves, and his eyes flashed with more excitement than before.

"Maybe in the future, I have to teach these to every soldier of the Xiao family's army. Xiao Shizhu saw that he said this technique so miraculously, and saw that the Ying Zhao was indeed unstoppable after using this move, and the enemy was killed by the Ying Zhao before he could reflect it, so he turned his head after hearing the words, and after his eyes turned a few times with the Ying Zhao on the battlefield, he nodded slightly thoughtfully, and said slowly: "In order to improve the combat effectiveness of the Xiao family's army." ”。

"The human soul is too little, and the body is not strong, so I am afraid it is a little difficult to learn. Wu Zhiqi raised his hand and scratched his cheek, and said with an embarrassed face: "Even if you learn it, you may not be able to last for such a long time like Lord Yingzhao." ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Shizhu saw Ying Zhao burrowing into the ranks of the Xiao family's army, and under the heavy protection of the Xiao family's army, he stopped using the kamikaze technique, but he continued to pant roughly. As Wu Zhiqi said, this move is indeed a bit soul-draining.

But he was so troubled by Yingzhao, and more than a hundred soldiers in the Ghost King's army were cut down by him in an instant. Not to mention the heavy casualties, Xiao Jiajun also took the opportunity to press on and beat the enemy army, and the Ghost King Army was immediately miserable. As a last resort, they had no choice but to retreat to the east and west sides of the city.

Xiao Shizhu immediately ordered, and after the remaining Xiao family army escorted the artillery carriage to advance another mile, twenty of the artillery pieces aimed at the area of the palace gate of the Ghost King Palace, and the other artillery continued to target various buildings in the southern part of the palace and continued to shell.

This hand, which was about to rush out of the palace, came to support the defenders in Linglong City, who were losing and retreating, and retreated back to the palace. The 40,000 defenders left by the Ghost King in the capital were successfully separated by Xiao Shizhu, and they were unable to care about each other.

"General, why don't you blow up the bridge?" Yu Rong, who was puzzled, rushed forward and asked: "They can't get out of the bridge if they blow up the bridge, we can save some shells, not to mention, we can concentrate on dealing with the defenders in the city." ”。

"Alas!" Xiao Shizhu sighed, "Don't you see that in that palace, you can see the golden and splendid palaces everywhere? If the bridge is broken, I will not be able to enter." How can the gold and silver treasures in the palace be transported to expand the treasury?"

Hearing him say this, Yu Rong also suddenly realized, and after laughing, he nodded frequently and said yes.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound from the south of the island in the middle of the lake, and under the fierce dust, the main gate of the Ghost King's Palace finally collapsed completely under the fierce shelling.