Ascending the city wall, Yifeng's thoughts were ethereal, he shook his head, and retracted his thoughts, so that he could really take this siege battle into his eyes.

The city walls are all wrapped in large green bricks, and the heavy green bricks are tightly stacked and pressed together, and the connected lime mortar is also mixed with glutinous rice juice, which is very strong.

The battlements are heavily guarded, and the three people rotate, which can effectively use the attack gap, and the rolling wood, oil, and rolling stones are also well prepared, and there are some defensive equipment such as the god beat.

In front of the city walls, there was a large area of enemy legionnaires who had abandoned their bulky halberds in favor of sabers and crossbows, in order to be mobile and agile to maximize the power of their attacks.

There are also some soldiers who carry siege equipment such as flying hooks and claws, carry rope ladders on their backs, and once they attack the city wall, they lower the rope ladder and let the warriors behind them climb up.

There were also many towering ladders that climbed the walls as soon as they approached them, followed by the warriors who climbed up the wooden ladders at high speed.

There were also artillery battalions, which bombarded the walls and attacked the defending monks.

In addition, there were many bed crossbows, and iron crossbow arrows with thick arms were fired at the strong city walls, and shot in a vertical row as much as possible for the warriors to attack and climb the city.

The enemy had many means of attacking the city, but the monks were also very tightly defended.

When the ladder was erected, in addition to chopping the wood in the front section with a large axe, it was also poured with oil on the ladder to prevent the legionnaires from climbing up.

When the bed crossbow is nailed to the strong city wall, the monks wrap the boulder with a huge rope net, and the thick rope is tied to the battlement or stone platform, and from this center, the boulder is pushed down from one end, and the boulder swings with the rope to the other end, like a copper pendulum, knocking the bed crossbow away from the side, and at the same time sweeping away the legionnaires who try to climb the wall.

The attack at the city gate was even more intense, the engineering wooden erection was erected on the big wooden cart, pushed to the city gate, and the soldiers behind it were like hitting the bell, striking at the city gate fiercely, and the city gate was slamming, and even the city tower was shaking.

However, the monks at the gate of the city generally did not let them approach the gate, and when they tried to get closer, they first shot the soldiers pushing the wooden cart with their bows and arrows, and then pushed the stones that had been turned down, blocking the path of the large wooden cart.

Once they had cleared and carried the stones, the monks continued to shoot them with bows and arrows.

If they were to push the wagons to the gates, they would continue to pour oil on them, set the carts and logs on fire, drive away the soldiers who were ready to ram, and burn the carts on fire.

The battle was so tragic that it could not be described as miserable, and the people who were killed by the Rolling Stone God on the city wall were shot down and killed, and the blood stained the city wall and flowed down like a blood waterfall.

Corpses were piled up at the foot of the city walls, and the wailing firemen on the ladder rolled down, setting more people on fire below. The ladder was cut off, and the warrior who fell down fell like ants, and then fell on the stone, and immediately knew whether he would live or die.

They were injured by the ladder or pinned down and unable to move, just waiting for the flames to come and consume him.

Most of the corpses at the gates of the city were killed by arrows, and the corpses were everywhere like weeds covered with bows and arrows.

Of course, the city walls are not immune, not every bed crossbow can only be used to shoot through the city wall, and the battlements that are pierced by some crossbow arrows are so powerful that even the monks behind the battlements are impacted to death.

The continuous artillery bombardment of the city wall, the solid artillery bombarded the broken stone on the city wall in an instant, and the speed was fast enough to shoot through the heads of the monks.

There were also some warriors who were lucky enough to climb the city walls, they were much more experienced on the battlefield than the monks, and their great sabers slashed horizontally and vertically, and in the blink of an eye, several souls died tragically under the sword.

Even though they were immediately killed by the monks behind them, one after another, there was bloody slaughter everywhere on the city walls for a while.

This siege battle can really be described as a splash of blood, wailing all over the field, screaming and roaring to the sky, the war drums on the opposite side are like thunder and resounding, every drumstick has a dead soul to sacrifice to the sky, and every sound has blood flowers flying.

Ichifeng and those elders were staring at the earthly Shura field above the drought-stricken city tower.

It's not that he hasn't seen wars, the war before Mingwang Temple is too tragic, but he was looking at it from a distant mountain at that time.

But now, his wail for those who died under the swords and crossbows, their almost suffocating blood, the sound of their muscles torn by their swords, the sound of their bones being slashed and broken by swords, had never been closer.

It was like a nightmare that could never be woken up, every sight was deeply ingrained in my mind, and every roar of pain was poured into my ears and blocked.

Ichifeng took a deep breath, this is war!

Although he had the blood of thousands of people on his hands, he was in the middle of it, and if he didn't stop them, he might die, and the only thing in his mind was how to stop and kill them.

And now, as he watched from the sidelines, he found that human life was like weeds, and a large piece was cut off in the blink of an eye, which made his scalp numb and his heart cold.

But he knew he would have to face this situation countless times in the future.

He looked up, and at the end of his gaze were the barracks, neatly arranged on the ground, like a gray grave.

Dozens of tents on the far left were burning, and many sergeants were scattering ashes and splashing water to try to extinguish the fire, and some were unfortunately set on fire and fled everywhere.

Looking at it here, it is just waving like a few sparks, and on the other side, there is a living life wrapped in flames.

Even if he had to learn how to be ruthless to the enemy, his heart could not hide his sadness and throbbing at this moment.

He subconsciously clenched his hands tightly, Xuanluan stood aside, her little hand was tightly grasped by Yifeng, her face turned red, and she said softly and hurriedly: "Brother Yifeng, you scratched me!"

Yifeng turned around, Xuanluan was startled, she saw that Yifeng's original black lotus phantom pupils showed a strange blood-red color.

He stared at her with this kind of gaze, which made her angry, and she asked cautiously, "Brother Yifeng, what's wrong with you?"

Yifeng's heart was very uncomfortable, Xuanluan's actions were very reckless, she set fire to the dozens of military camps, which triggered this siege battle, and countless people were burned to death, and blood flowed like a river.

But if you really blame her, you can't find a reason to stand up, after all, the two major armies on the opposite side are here to exterminate them, and if you don't kill them at this time, they will also fight back.

Anyway, it's either you die or I live, and war is so cruel.

Fundamentally, Xuanluan is not a mistake.

But it is precisely because of this that Yifeng is so uncomfortable in his heart, just like there is a force in the dark that has caused many people to die tragically today, and he is powerless, this sense of powerlessness is the root of his discomfort.

He learned to be ruthless on the battlefield, but the price must have been the lives of countless people.

Yifeng slowly calmed down, the bloodshot color of his eyes gradually faded, and he let go of Xuanluan's hand.

Xuanluan hurriedly shook her palm, she knew that she seemed to have made a mistake, but she didn't dare to say that it hurt, she pouted, and looked aggrieved.

Yifeng looked at her appearance, and had no choice but to say: "Xuanluan, without me in the future, you can't be so willful anymore!"

He had never taught a child younger than him a lesson, and if it weren't for the fact that Xuanluan, the little girl, was too naughty, he would not have been willing to reprimand her.

Yuan Yin stood aside, looked at Yifeng, and suddenly remembered when he taught the naughty Xiugu when he was a child, Yifeng was very well-behaved, but Xiugu was naughty.

But Yifeng listened to Aunt Xiu's words the most, even if he knew that he would be scolded, he would still follow Aunt Xiu to mischief, and the result was that both of them were reprimanded by the master and himself.

But I really wanted to reprimand them, but the master and himself watched them put on a grievance look, and they were very reluctant, so they had to make a haha and get past.

Now Yifeng also has his original feeling, and this kind of position reversal is just to make people feel the number of lives and unspeakable in the dark.

At this time, Yan Yinshan, who had been staring at the battlefield, spoke: "No, this attack is just a trial, they may be about to launch a general attack." ”

Yifeng and the others hurriedly looked at the battlefield.