Wu Jin got up and was about to give up, Cheng Taishan had already rushed into the house, panting and standing in front of Wu Jin: "Go to the city tower!"

He reached out to untie his armor, let the sharp iron piece of his hand cut through, quickly lowered his head and pulled it out, and then raised his hand to touch the rope buckle on his shoulder: "Tang Baichuan used the people of Jeju to attack the city, and General Mo said that it can't be opened before the time comes——"

Wu Jin had a "boom" in his head, and for a moment he almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and grabbed his wrist suddenly: "Attack the city with the people?"

"Yes......"

Wu Jin's face, which was not much blood, faded, pulled his legs and left, went out of the house, went straight to the stable, and led the horse out of the house, but as soon as he left the house, he found himself dizzy - the streets were full of neatly lined up soldiers, and he couldn't ride through.

Cheng Taishan could barely keep up with him, and he caught up when he stopped, and went to get the hood on his head and wanted to buckle it on Wu Jin's head: "This beast surnamed Tang has never had such a thing for a long time......."

His voice sounded like a bell, but Wu Jin didn't hear it clearly, he could only hear his violent heartbeat, his body trembled, threw away the reins, and ran forward decisively.

He passed past the soldiers, his big sleeve brushed over the scabbard, rolled over the spear, and slapped it on the soldier's iron armor, and the soldier looked at his gaffe in amazement, and the usual calmness, easy-goingness, and gentleness on his face swept the floor, leaving only haste.

Rushing to the bottom of the tower, he stepped into the bloody water with one foot, and ran up the tower against the rain that washed down, and when he stepped up the last step with one foot, a severed arm was thrown in front of him.

He paused in his steps, only stopped for a moment, and the blood rushed to his head, making his eyes dark, his legs trembling, and holding the edge of the wall with one hand, barely holding his body.

The fighting on the city tower was fierce, the corpses of the Mo family army and the Yongzhen army were stacked together, and they could only be distinguished by the different armor on their bodies, the arrows were flying wildly, staggered up and down, and gunpowder exploded at any time.

The rain continued continuously, and when it landed, it turned red, and he looked up, full of confusion - Mo Lingfeng was not in the main building.

At the same time, the cry from below the tower reached his ears.

It's the faint cry of a little baby.

Before he could get anxious, there was a thunderous noise from the arrow tower, and the entire urn city shook, and the stone walls of the tiles fell with a bang.

It's a thunderstorm!

He crouched down to avoid the catapulted piece of iron, took off his wide coat, took off his hood, took off his hood from a corpse, put it on, and picked up a long knife.

I threw away my hand and picked up another one, but it was a short knife, which was not cut by the handle, and the tip of the knife was also curled, and it was not sharp.

He didn't have time to pick and choose, so he grabbed the handle of the knife in one hand, stood up and ran towards the smoke-filled arrow tower.

There were corpses all over the urn city, and the fire was everywhere with the oil, and a person stumbled to the main building, and rolled to the ground from exhaustion, coughing up a mouthful of blood "poof".

It's a kind of tao.

He opened his eyes like a gourd, supported the ground with a knife, tried to get up, and twice in succession, his knees were halfway back to the ground, and one hand reached out to grab him and pull him up.

Wu Jin asked anxiously, "Where is the general?"

Chong Tao's face was covered with black ash, gritted his teeth for support, staggered to his feet, and didn't have time to think about why Wu Jin was here, so he immediately replied, "Arrow Tower!"

Wu Jin's heart almost fell into hell.

Arrow Tower?

The arrow tower blown up by the earth-shattering thunder!

Chong Tao carried a knife and limped to transfer troops to the Arrow Tower to defend it, while Wu Jin rushed towards the Arrow Tower.

The four floors of the arrow tower were originally one hundred and ten holes, but most of them collapsed at this time, leaving only half of the stone wall close to the inner city still standing, full of rubble and rubble, and countless corpses were buried in the ash pile, and there was no trace of the living.

There was a "bang", and a ladder came up, and the iron hook was attached to the city wall, and soon a large number of enemy troops would climb up from here to attack the city.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the word "Leaf" back into his stomach - he couldn't shout.

He stood on the ruins, sweating profusely, trying to find traces of Mo Lingfeng in the ruins, but found nothing.

and Mo Le Feng

The nomadic Qing who never left was nowhere to be seen.

The ladder creaked, and an enemy army was climbing up, and it would arrive in the blink of an eye, and the troops had not returned.

Just when Wu Jin was burning, he suddenly saw twenty steps to the west of the arrow tower, a bloody hand climbing on the buttress of the outer wall, his fingers delicate and slender, with all his strength, buckled the edge of the wall.

It's Mo Leaf!

The hand climbed dangerously, the tips of the fingers were bloody and blurry, as if they didn't know the pain, and they were still exerting their strength upward.

Hanging here is indeed Mo Leaf.

Mo Lingfeng's face didn't know whether it was rain or cold sweat, it covered her eyes, her hands were wet and slippery, no matter how hard she tried, her fingers were moving out little by little.

Beside her was a ladder - the ladder was broken in two, the upper end of the ladder frame was not supported by the car base, and it was clinging to the city wall.

The palm of one of his hands was pierced by a rock, making his movements even more difficult.

Mo Lingfeng blinked vigorously, and the fingers of his other hand grabbed the gap in the stone wall, and he was almost unable to hold on.

Wu Jin immediately rushed towards that hand, and at the same time, an enemy soldier climbed up the ladder, and he didn't see Wu Jin who was far away, but first saw Mo Lingfeng hanging on the edge of the wall.

The enemy rushed forward, raised his knife and slashed.

Wu Jin arrived like an arrow from a string, raised his leg and kicked it out of the city wall, and was about to reach for the wind when another enemy ran up the ladder.

Wu Jin didn't wait for him to make a move, and the short knife in his hand quickly slashed the opponent's chest and abdomen.

The blade cut through the embroidered shirt and embedded the iron armor, Wu Jin pushed the enemy out four or five steps with all his might, and then grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, raised his foot and kicked it violently, kicking the enemy down, and the knife was pulled out, bringing out a little bloodstain and falling on his hand.

When the third enemy soldier climbed the ladder, Chong Tao led the reinforcements to arrive, Wu Jin abandoned the knife and leaned in, looked down, and saw Mo Lingfeng looking up, with blood between his teeth.

Below her feet were mountains of corpses.

"Leaf!" He reached out and grabbed Mo Leaf's wrist.

The iron armor on Mo Lingfeng's body weighed forty or fifty pounds, plus his own weight, Wu Jin pressed against the wall with one foot, dragged her with all his might, gritted his teeth and dragged her to the city little by little, and finally pulled it out fiercely, hugged Mo Lingfeng's back with one hand, and the two fell to the ground together.

"Wu Jin." Mo Lingfeng lay on Wu Jin's body, wheezing, and the rain collected on her jaw and dripped down Wu Jin's neck.

"Don't be afraid," Wu Jin quickly got up, picked up the knife, and guarded her side, "I'm here."

Mo Lingfeng looked at the arrow tower that was almost razed to the ground, and then looked at Wu Jin, and saw that Wu Jin's face was as white as paper, and a long shirt on his body was soaked, clinging to his body, and his eyes were shining with tears.

She knew what he had come for.

She is willing to make small concessions for him, and his flesh and blood, her flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood of the Mo family army will all be sprinkled on the ground, paving a way for Li Shu to live.

She stretched out two bloody hands and took him