In this world, mortals are not as weak as they think.

Some people, although they do not have the talent for cultivation, are better because they have a good chance and can get a spirit animal or a treasure to recognize the Lord.

For example, Deng Chanyu, after betraying Yin Shang, insisted on using the five-light stone to sneak attack Kong Xuan three times, and the dignified quasi-saint was bleeding all over his face, and he was in pain.

Another example is Su Quanzhong, in the original book, when his father rebelled, he was less than twenty years old, carrying a halberd refined from Laojun's furnace, and killed Chonghou Hu's younger brother Chonghei Tiger in a cold sweat.

You must know that Chonghei Tiger studied under the Interception Sect Immortals, if it weren't for the supernatural gourd secretly taught by the master on his back, and he exerted his supernatural powers at a critical moment, he would really be captured by Su Quanzhong.

At this moment, Su Quanzhong was scolding under the Snow Gate:

"The surname is Peng! If you don't dare to fight, what kind of rebellion will you make! Do you want grandpa to order the army to retreat fifty miles to give you this soft egg to give you courage?! ”

"If you don't dare, surrender as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, when grandpa breaks through the snow gate, he will have to pick your pants to see if you have any seeds!"

On the majestic city wall, a bearded general was scolded and his body trembled.

"It's too much of a deception! Get my sword! ”

The soldiers beside him hurriedly stopped him.

"My lord, that's Su Quanzhong!"

"Your Excellency, don't go down to the city!"

"If you die under his halberd, the morale of the army will be in turmoil!"

When Peng Xu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, raised his bow, and shot an arrow at Su Quanzhong.

I saw that as soon as Su Quanzhong raised his hand, he actually caught the arrow stiffly, and after pinching it off with one hand, he spat and scolded:

"Villain!"

"Boom—"

Suddenly, in the sky behind Su Quanzhong, dozens of round boulders roared and smashed towards the Snow Gate Pass.

Just as he was scolding, the long-range siege equipment had already reached range.

Seeing this, he could only give up, and quickly left the city gate with the reins of his horse.

After he left, hundreds of catapults were in unison, and a violent stone rain fell at the Snow Gate Pass, and in an instant, those illuminated bronze mirrors were smashed to pieces.

Before the complete darkness, another round of stone-throwing knocks bombarded the city walls with precision.

A stone could not even hold the three strong men hand in hand, and the defenders were immediately killed and wounded.

However, because he received a death order, Peng Sha immediately asked the body to be carried away, and even thrown directly under the city wall.

Killing cries rang out from the city, soldiers followed one after another, and the army began to attack the city.

…

The endless assault continued until dawn and did not stop until dusk.

The Snow Gate Pass was devastated, and even if it was a majestic pass, it was powerless in the face of such a strong attack.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Su Hu waved his hand and led the tired soldiers to leave the battlefield.

We are tired, and the enemy is even more tired.

The city wall was carved out of one big hole after another, and if it had not been reinforced, I am afraid that it would have collapsed at noon.

In the gate, Peng Xu's face was full of black ash, looking at the wounded who were carried down on the city wall, and couldn't help but curse secretly:

"What kind of battle is this?"

Even if he occupies a high place and uses a ballista to attack the enemy's catapult position, he is like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

One was destroyed, and another was brought up.

As soon as the stone throwing stopped, the siege cart was pushed up, and the brave siege soldiers set up ladders and almost stormed the city wall several times.

Yuan Futong gave him a lot of resources to defend the city, but he now felt that compared to Yin Shang, that little thing was still very poor.

The cultivators in charge of logistics all died tragically, and they didn't even know who did it.

Peng's determination to defend the city began to waver.

"Only 20,000 people! What the hell is Yuan Futong thinking?! ”

Annoyed, he scolded again.

The troops were seriously insufficient, and in the face of the stone rain that lasted all day, the soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and their physical strength and spirit were exhausted to the limit.

This is a pass, not a big city, and there is no other way but to resist.

But what to keep now?

Looking at the soldier who was so tired that he fell asleep, he fell into deep thought.

Yuan Futong said that there would be reinforcements and let him hold on.

But until now, there is no figure on the snowfield.

Thinking of this, his pupils shrank:

"Yuan Futong won't just let Lao Tzu die, right?"

"Get up!"

The adjutant not far away whipped the soldier with a whip and shouted:

"The enemy will definitely attack the city!"

The soldiers of the Northland do not have a high ability to sustain combat, and they are very explosive in the bitter cold, but due to physical fitness, most of the time they pay attention to quick battles.

The physical strength is not comparable, the morale is still low, and this army with serious attrition has become a mourning army.

Peng Xu quietly retreated into the shadows.

A quarter of an hour later, there was no movement outside the city.

Two quarters of an hour later, the scouts, who saw that the Yin Shang army had indeed returned to the camp, returned to Xuemen Pass.

After three quarters of an hour, the rebels began to cook, and someone was already asleep.

Half an hour passed, and the rebels breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had finally had time to recuperate.

Then, the second group of siege soldiers, who had rested for a day and a night, launched a general attack to the earth-shaking drums of war.

…

Outside the big tent of the Chinese army, Bai Yao stood on a high slope and stared at the battlefield.

He didn't care about the wear and tear of siege equipment, as long as he could quickly enter the snow field, Yuan Futong would fall into a great disadvantage.

Wen Zhong's command ability can be called a master of the art of war, he brought 200,000 people to the north to quell the rebellion, in the face of 300,000 rebels plus the troops of other states, he firmly held the land of Sanzhou, so that Yuan Futong could not go south half a step.

Now that Wen Zhong has the advantage of strength and starts to attack, the pressure on Yuan Futong's front has increased several times.

An hour later, like a deduced future.

The walls of Xuemen Pass finally could not withstand the incessant bombardment of stones, and the masonry collapsed, breaking a huge hole.

Su Quanzhong was like a fierce tiger, not waiting for the soldiers under his command, he rode his horse to kill alone.

The overall situation has been decided, and Bai Yao turned around and walked down the hill.

At his feet, Mo Lihai and Mo Li Shou followed him in the soil, and with the help of the Mixed Yuan Bead Umbrella, they restrained the breath of the two.

A moment later.

In the open space five hundred meters outside the evil camp, a hollowed-out golden ball broke through the ground!

I only heard bursts of Zen sounds, and the golden ball flew into the sky, sprinkling brilliant light.

A heavy cavalry of more than a thousand men appeared with the light, they were carrying spears, and they were already in formation.

Without any sound, after they landed, they only paused for a few seconds, and then immediately accelerated, aiming directly at the camp where the inside and outside Baiyao was located!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the earth trembled.

They rushed into the camp of the evil without hindrance.

By the time they all rushed into the encirclement, the leader had already noticed that something was wrong.

The soldiers in the camp seemed to know that they were coming, and they stumbled and repelled horses.

But a heavy cavalry that was charging could not be stopped.

Suddenly, the neighing of war horses sounded from their sides.

Ji Fa had a hideous face, and led the horsemen who had been in ambush for a long time to kill them.

The war horses were like dragons, and the heavy cavalry attacking the camp was suddenly cut off by the waist, and the formation collapsed in an instant.

Not only that, but there was also a horse on the other side, like layers of big waves, completely crushing them who were already crumbling.

Broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

What is surprising is that there are three cavalrymen who survived the ambush and are still charging.

And in front of them were the heavy infantry led by Evil Lai, like an impregnable wall.

Bai Yao stood beside Evil Lai, slightly surprised.

The enemy's will to fight is not ordinarily strong, and there are only three people left.

"What is the deep hatred with me?"

He smiled.

Evil Lai stepped forward, sneered, and threw the double halberd in his hand violently!

"Whew-"

Two heads rose into the sky, and only one of the cavalry who tried to attack the camp was left.

"This one stays."

Baiyao opened his mouth gently.

Then he disappeared like a ghost.

Evil came only to feel the wind blowing in his face, and said in shock:

"Great wish to be able to practice?!"