November 13, noon. Daliang had a total of 180,000 horse infantry troops, and they were stationed five miles east of Bianliang City.

Song Che took a look at the city defense with a telescope, the city gate had been sealed with stones, the waterways, ditches and bridges had been blown up, the city moats were densely packed with Dijon troops, and thousands of dried corpses were hanging on the city walls.

The visual impact is strong!

"Start inflating!" Song Che gave an order. The soldiers arranged the elevated flying towers used for the siege, tied the two corners of the hot air balloon, opened it as much as possible, and then began to assemble stone candles, hanging baskets, spoilers, sandbags, etc.; After everything is loaded, the ignition is filled with hot gas, the balloon expands and slowly lifts into the air, fixed on the ground with a tow rope, and finally loads the fierce fire oil, incendiary bottles, and explosives, a total of 300 catties; Twenty sets of elevated flying buildings, which can prepare ten hot air balloons, divided into five batches; After the fifty hot air balloons were filled, it took nearly an hour, and it is estimated that even the Dijon defenders on the city wall did not know what they were doing;

"It's up to you next!" Song Che patted Fang Qi and the others

The shoulders of the "Airborne Special Forces". Fang Qi patted his chest and promised,

"Don't worry, Brother Song, we have trained many times, and we will definitely complete the task smoothly." The special forces on their backs

The "beggar's version of the parachute bag" is a group of two and two stepping into the gondola, one person is responsible for throwing bombs, and the other is responsible for controlling the direction and height.

"Cut the tow rope and strike from the air!" The towing ropes were cut in unison, and fifty hot air balloons slowly rose into the air, and the driver in charge of maneuvering added stone candles according to the speed, and then floated to Bianliang with the help of the wind.

"My mother, Brother Song, you still say that I cultivate immortals, I think you are a true immortal!" It was so exciting that Jiang Yuntian's scalp was numb!

All the soldiers stood up and opened their mouths wide, shocked by the hot air balloon that passed overhead. Song Che beckoned: "Don't be surprised, when the air raid has almost exhausted the defenders of the trenches, you will launch a general attack, and you must take Bianliang City in one fell swoop." ”

"With such a powerful weapon to help, why worry about the Bianliang not breaking...... To Lao Tzu, march! "The army marched to the city of Bianliang.

When the hot air balloon flew over the moat, the height had reached about 100 zhang, and the Dirong army defending the city was estimated to be even more confused than the Liang army, a nation on horseback, more than anyone yearning for the eagle soaring in the sky, at this moment, these fifty hot air balloons, really like a god-like existence.

"Demon ...... Hexology! This is...... This is the hex of the beams! ”

"The Great Liang army has the help of gods and monsters!"

"What about fairies and monsters? Crossbowmen, shoot these monsters down for me! "There are thousands of arrows in the moat, but they can't reach it, they can't reach it at all.

Black pressed

The "hot air balloon bomber" arrived over the city trench, and the bombardier lit the fire oil and threw it downward-

The fierce fire oil loaded in the porcelain jar of "Boom la la ......" exploded on the city wall, and the sputtering fire instantly spread to the entire moat, but this was just the first bottom, fifty hot air balloons, each carrying three hundred catties of fire oil, alcohol, explosives, a total of 15,000 catties of bombs, and at the same time throwing down, all carbon-based creatures were not spared.

A fierce fire oil cans, Molotov cocktails, packets of black powder, one after another from the air, crowded on the trenches of the Dijon soldiers, in the winter, they are basically wearing animal fur, once contaminated with Mars, the fluff will burn, one by one, not only has nowhere to dodge, even powerless, painful wails, even Liang Jun can't bear to listen to it, those Dijon soldiers contaminated with fierce fire oil and alcohol, screaming and rolling on the ground, some can't bear the pain, have jumped off the wall to free; After the hot air balloon bombarded the city trenches, they followed the wind deep into the city, throwing them all the way, and burning all the soldiers and equipment that Dijon had hoarded in the urn city; When the hot air balloon dropped the ammunition and left, Bianliang Dongcheng was almost a sea of fire, and the fire was spreading in other directions.

Song Che slowly closed his eyes, he really couldn't bear to look at it, he never thought that the oil and alcohol could burn so violently...... Misery of life, sin and sin.

When the fire on the wall and trench burned almost ......, the siege horn and drums suddenly sounded, and the Daliang army pushed the trench bridge, ladders, and rushing cars, and approached the Xuanwei Gate on the elevated road, and climbed the city wall almost effortlessly, and the Dijon army that was burned to the ground almost did not resist, they cried and put down their weapons, and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy;

"Boom!" The sappers dug open the stone seal of the city gate, blew it open with explosives and artillery, and before they could rush in, a group of Dijon soldiers wrapped in flames, howling and rushing out of the city, all jumped into the moat without exception......

"Forget it, give them a ride." The Great Liang army blocked the gate of the city, rushed out and killed one person, and in less than half an hour, the corpses were piled up in front of the Xuanwei Gate.

Xu is God couldn't bear this tragic situation, suddenly the cold wind hit, and the sky fell with goose feathers and heavy snow, and soon, the heavy snow suppressed the fire, Jiang Yuntian led the cavalry into the city, chasing down the fleeing Dijon army.

The city of Bianliang was very large, and Dijon was fortified in many strongholds, and it was not a day's work to clear them. As it got dark, the battle for the East Side was won, and a heavy snowfall was two feet thick, completely covering the fire and the charred corpses.

In other districts, fighting continues, with the sound of fighting and explosions incessant. The recovery of Bianliang was a foregone conclusion, so Song Che found a relatively clean inn in Dongcheng, ready to stay and wait for victory.

"Come out! I know you're hiding down there! The female swordsmen searched the inn, but found movement in a firewood room.

Nangong Yuesan cut down the dry wood with two swords and threw it away, and a secret door in the cellar appeared in front of him.

"Boss, you stand back for the time being, maybe the Dijon soldiers are hiding inside!" Nangong Yue protected Song Che behind her, surrounded the secret door of the cellar with all the female swordsmen, and said loudly: "Don't hide, I just heard the movement, so hurry out if you are interested, otherwise I will burn you to death!" ”

"Don't ...... Other! There was a panic from under the cellar, and then the secret door was gently opened, revealing a pair of eyes full of fear.

Nangong Yue used her sword to open the secret door, and dragged out the person below, who was around thirty years old, and was dressed as a Liang person.

"It's civilians, all put their swords away." Song Che waved his hand, stepped forward to help the middle-aged man, and said softly: "Fellow, don't be afraid, you listen to our accent, you look at what we are wearing, it is a Liang person, not a Dijon person." The middle-aged man looked up at this time, saw that it was his compatriots, and couldn't help but burst the embankment with tears in his eyes, hugging Song Che and crying: "You can count ...... you are here" Yes, this is what all Liang people look forward to.

"Daddy......" There was a childish call from the cellar, and a little girl of six or seven years old, unkempt, crawled out of the cellar, and then another middle-aged woman poked her head out, still holding a baby in her arms.

Looking at the pitiful appearance of a family of four, the guilt in Song Che's heart due to the fire attack disappeared in an instant. Burning the Dijon army, he didn't regret it at all!