Mo Le Feng changed his mind in an instant.

She turned her head and instructed the nomadic Qing: "Bring oil, pour it on the trench filling truck, and then use rockets to start the fire."

Nomad Qing hurriedly ordered the soldiers to do it.

Mo Lingfeng's gaze swept from the nest car directly in front of him, and there was no flag stretched out in the lookout hole, there must be a pair of eyes staring at the movement on the city tower.

It must be Tang Baichuan, who is watching how to deal with the first enemy attack on the city tower.

A small-scale, uninterrupted attack on a certain part of the city wall is not only a strategy to exhaust the enemy, but also to damage this city wall, and it is also an opportunity to judge the strength of Jeju City, killing three birds with one stone.

Tang Baichuan is more difficult than Jin Yu.

"The elite soldiers will not come out, the heavy troops will not come out, the heavy crossbows will not come out, and the gunpowder will not come out," Mo Lingfeng's eyes were like torches, "Chong Tao has already appeared, there is no need to withdraw, he will take 5,000 people to defend the city in rotation to resist a small group of enemy attacks, Dou Lanhua and Chang Long should not go up to the city tower, and report if there is any change."

"Yes." Nomadic Qing wrote down.

The soldier below lifted the vat of oil and dumped it on the trench truck, and one soldier ignited a rocket and fired it at the truck.

At the same time, one hundred and fifty steps away from the city tower, the wooden plank above it was suddenly revealed, and a head and half a shoulder drilled out, with lightning speed, the bow and arrow, without aiming, shot directly at Mo Lingfeng.

The arrow came quickly and urgently, nomadic Qing stepped forward with a knife and blocked in front of Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng did not retreat half a step, and took the opportunity to look at the archer.

The archer's arms blocked most of his face, and he could only see that it was Zhang Guozi's face, and the red tassels fluttered on his pocket, and he drilled back in the next moment.

The arrow "ding" on the city wall and fell-the city tower and the nest car were separated by a hundred and fifty steps, if it was an ordinary soldier, the arrow could not reach the city wall at all, or it was crooked early, this arrow could shoot impartially, and it was unusual for it to shoot in front of Mo Lingfeng.

Nomad Qing pinched a handful of sweat, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the arrow fall: "General, do you want to fight back?"

Mo Lingfeng's face did not change, and he shook his head and said, "Don't act rashly."

She watched the slab house on the nest car fall, but the person who released the arrow just now did not come out of it, as if he was avoiding her gaze.

She stared at Itaya, "What kind of feather is the tail of the arrow?"

Nomad Qing thought about the wooden arrow he had just seen: "It's like an eagle feather."

Mo Lingfeng's eyes lit up: "Eagle feathers are precious, ordinary soldiers don't have them, the person who released the arrow just now must be Tang Baichuan!"

"He's not afraid of danger, he likes to kiss the nest car," a smile appeared on her lips, "arrange for the crossbowman to be directly opposite the nest car, and use the crossbow to shoot crossbow arrows at the lookout hole as soon as the board house is raised."

"Yes." Nomad Qing's eyes also glowed.

Stepping on the crossbow can shoot more than 340 steps, half an arrow into the elm, as long as there is an accurate head, it can turn the board house into a blood house.

If you are lucky and kill Tang Baichuan, you will win most of the time.

As he spoke, the catapult under the city got closer and closer, and it was close to the moat, and there was a loud "bang", and a large stone flew from the west wall to the west wall.

The Jeju City Wall, like the Kuanju City Wall, is built with rammed earth, glutinous rice juice, white silt, sand, and hydrated lime together, and is rammed layer by layer, with a thickness of two zhang at the bottom and three feet at the top.

Seeing this, Chong Tao did not make much of a move, and ordered the soldiers to take the ring, hold the hemp rope on the ring, and throw out the heavy ring made of wrought iron.

The soldiers below climbed onto the catapult and tried to remove the ring, but the archers fired several arrows and shot the soldiers over, and the catapult was also dragged to the ground.

The city tower immediately cheered, the soldiers retracted the piercing ring, threw it out again, and overturned several catapults with hooks, and Chong Tao scolded at the top of his throat: "Cowardly old thief, take a broken car and pretend to be a pose, and all the military salaries issued by the court are eaten in the dog's stomach? Do something real!"

While scolding, he poured oil down, threw torches, and lit catapults, and the soldiers of the Yongzhen Army saw the fire and hurriedly withdrew with the ladder.

This time the disturbance of the city stopped in less than half an hour, and after nightfall, the Yongzhen army disturbed the city again in Haishi.

Mo Jiajun

Obeying Mo Leaf's orders, he didn't even use crossbow arrows, but only used flying hooks, piercing rings, hot oil, rockets and other objects to drive away.

Tang Baichuan took Zheng Lin again, boarded the nest car, drilled into the board house, and after the board house was raised and stopped, he checked the situation at the head of the city through the lookout hole.

He didn't see the new tricks, but he dazzled the fire on the city, and he had to leave the lookout and raise his hand to rub his eyes—

In the next moment, there was a "stab" sound in his ears.

Before he could put his hand down, the sound had become a muffled "thump", followed by the cracking of wooden planks, and then a "poof".

Between the lightning and flint, an iron arrow was nailed into the center of Zheng Lin's eyebrows behind the lookout hole, and it was not half cut off.

Tang Baichuan's pupils dilated suddenly, cold sweat leaked out of his fur, and his soul swirled against the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The noise of disturbing the city suddenly disappeared in his ears, and his ears buzzed, watching a line of blood slide down from under the iron arrow, and a clear blood stain slipped out on Zheng Lin's face.

After a brief panic, he quickly came back to his senses, stuffed himself behind Zheng Lin, squatted on his knees, and supported Zheng Lin's gradually cool back with both hands to protect himself.

His man and his heart hung on a high place together.

"Collect the car!" His loud roar was drowned out by the sound of the city.

The night was dark, the iron arrows were also pitch black, the board house was high and there was no fire, the soldiers below did not see the crossbow arrows, but they noticed the shaking of the wooden pole, it seemed that the board house above was violently impacted, and hurriedly collected the car.

After the board house was stabilized, the door opened, Tang Baichuan almost panicked, Zheng Lin's body had no support, and smashed on the board wall with a "bang".

In the midst of the exclamations, Tang Baichuan gritted his teeth and looked at the city tower, wishing that he could make the nest car a little bigger, put a crossbow car in, and shoot Mo Lingfeng.

But the nest car can't support such a large board house.

He turned his head to look at the body that had been dragged out, and then at the iron arrow that had been taken down, secretly annoyed.

After he saw Mo Lingfeng, he shouldn't have rushed an arrow to startle the snake, otherwise Mo Lingfeng would not have raised a crossbow arrow to deal with a nest car.

At the same time, he knew that he couldn't get on the nest car anymore - but if he didn't get up, what could he tell from all this waste?

One of the soldiers stepped forward and asked, "Dadutong, do you want the nest car to step back a little more?"

He spat on the face of his own soldier: "What retreat, retreat so far, you have clairvoyance? It's business as usual!"

The pro-soldiers did not dare to stretch out their hands to wipe their faces, so they could only retreat.

It was business as usual, and so was the disturbance of the city, which had no fixed time, day and night, until the twentieth of February.

For a whole month, a sense of impatience floated in Jeju City, and Chong Tao on the castle tower was so tired that he no longer cursed, and the soldiers defending the city were also unable to lift their energy.

The people and governors of Jeju were all nervous.

Time was still ticking, the boats on the docks were moored outside the city, their decks covered by new willow branches, and they were trapped inside the city, and life had stopped.

Jeju Fortress became a huge tomb, and there was a deathly silence in the middle of the night