The enemy's camp was in chaos, and the remaining three-headed dragon monsters were also frightened, and they all flapped their huge wings and rose to a height of thousands of meters, so as not to follow in the footsteps of their own uncle or godniece, and also break their bones and tendons, which is not a joke.

After the first hit, Qi Lang pulled the internal force slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the god-breaking arrow had flown back into the quiver. Although the arrows were taken thousands of meters away by the corpse of the dragon monster this time, the magic effect of the imminent move was not affected, and it seemed that he would not have to go so troubled to fill a whole bag of ordinary arrows in the future.

Seeing the power of Qi Lang's arrow, Ji Meng laughed heroically: "Brother Qi is so majestic, this arrow is coming quickly!" But he verbally expressed his admiration, but he was unwilling to break his morale, and turned back to his warriors and shouted: "Athletes, it's time to show our housekeeping skills, and let those thieves and fanatics taste the power of that thunder group!"

The Saint Venerable Sect disciples were obviously prepared, and when they heard Ji Meng's order, the archers who were hiding behind the bunker suddenly disappeared. When Qi Lang was confused in his heart, he saw them come out of the pit under the wall one by one.

The Saint Sect members were holding a strange thing the size of a wine jar in their hands, round and black, and I don't know what material it was made of, it should look unusually hard and heavy, because those fifteen or sixteen-year-old thin boys needed to join hands to carry it in their arms.

Immediately afterwards, a group of big men launched seven or eight steel vehicles, dodging arrows flying from the opposite side, and at the same time seizing the top of the city wall. The vehicles looked strange, like a huge spoon stuck upside down in a horse-drawn carriage, and a spring the thickness of an arm attached to the body of the cart underneath.

"Shang Jin!" Ji Meng swung his knife and cut the two opponents in front of him into the moat, while shouting and giving an order.

There was a cacophony of iron scraping, and the brawny men shook the iron wheels of the cart with great effort, and the spoons slowly fell down. The strange jar was put in, and the great men carefully lit the fuse-like thing on it with their torches, and then took three steps and two steps to the side—did they make any noise when they had blocked their ears?

Ji Meng smiled and looked at Qi Lang, his eyes were full of pride, looking at his posture, as if those weird devices were the most magical treasures in the world.

"Release!" With Ji Meng's roar, those steel vehicles started!

Bang dang!

The power of the spring's rebound shook the surrounding iron walls violently. The black, flaming jars flew up, whistling through the air, crossing the seven or eight meters wide moat, until they reached the enemy camp three or four hundred meters away.

Seven or eight ironclad horses were hit. The impact of that wine jar was not small, and the war horse and its owner must have fallen hard. But...... Do they want to provoke the villains?

Inexplicably, Qi Lang drew the Sword of Faith, rushed to Ouwu's side in a few steps, helped the strong man block a few stray arrows, and took the time to glance at the opponent's camp a few more times.

However, at this moment, an unexpected scene happened!

The loud sound of the landslide and the earth cracking came out one after another, and the fire was dazzling and dazzling. The jars burst open, and they hit the ground like thunderbolts. In the thick smoke, stumps and severed arms flew in the air, and the screams were endless!

No wonder Ji Meng called those strange things Thunder Tuanzi, their power was indeed not inferior to the Thunder Fury of the Heavenly Gods.

The tiger cavalry army of nearly two thousand people had fallen into chaos, and the seven or eight thunder balls had to injure and kill at least half of the enemy, and Qi Lang even saw a half-cut warrior flying by the side of the moat, with a shocked look on his face, and his hands were groping around to find his legs.

The loud noise shook the steel walls of Yuanping Town, and several severely damaged glass covers on the dome couldn't stand it in the end, and fell down with a clatter, but fortunately, the Holy Sect disciples on this side of the town had already taken precautions against this, and as soon as the thunder sounded there, they each found cover and avoided this disaster.

The soldiers of the Tiger Cavalry began to retreat. Obviously, this was the first time they had been hit by such an unknown blow, and if they continued to stay there and attack, they were very worried that this oriental magic would be staged again, even if they would not approach those strange things that looked like wine jars again, and a few loud noises would completely deafen their ears.

The three-headed dragon monster in the sky was long gone. It is said that their brain capacity is not very large, and after the brutal training of the Otto Empire's trainers, they have developed the quality of a forbidden soldier. But when the thunder of the gods showed its might, their stupid brains also turned around, and with a flap of their wings, they had already flown several kilometers away.

The unfortunate ones were only the stormtroopers who stormed the town, and they were now in a dilemma. Behind him was thick smoke and corpses everywhere, and in front of him were a large group of tough guys with sharp swords. The murderous thugs, who numbered three or four hundred men, could no longer find their former majesty, and were trapped on the stone bridge, which was only five or six meters wide, shouting for the last resistance.

However, the stormtroopers of the Tiger Cavalry are also mostly composed of good hands, such as the two lieutenants in front of Ouwu, whose strength has reached the level of a martial artist, and the heavy swords in their hands are also very powerful. Although each blow of Owu's sword of victory was precise and heavy, they resisted to the death and desperately beckoned the soldiers behind them to attack with all their might.

Ji Meng and Fang Zimo were also entangled by the enemy's masters. It was more than a dozen high-ranking warriors under the cover of shields and spears, advancing regardless of life or death. The strength advantage of the Caucasian race was reflected at this time, although Ji Meng's ghost head knife brought out a dazzling sword with every slash, and the strength was by no means less than a thousand kilograms, but under the joint resistance of more than a dozen people, the opponent still pushed forward step by step.

Seeing that the situation on Ji Meng's side was a little urgent, Qi Lang's mood began to tense again. They are the key to defense, and if the gap is opened by these hundreds of Tiger Cavalry, the whole battle situation will most likely be reversed. After all, the warriors of the Holy Sect are weak in overall combat ability, and once they engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, they are bound to suffer heavy casualties, and the fruits of victory that are about to be handed down may even be lost again.

But the three opponents in front of Qi Lang were equally difficult, although only one of them had reached the level of a mid-level martial artist, but they still had seven or eight crossbowmen behind them, and the continuous arrows always flew over at the right time to force Qi Lang back a few steps when Qi Lang's long sword stabbed into the enemy's throat at a rapid pace.

Qi Lang had to admit that the combat ability of the Tiger Cavalry Army was definitely not inferior to that of the Spiral Front Army, and the long-term campaign made them more experienced in combat, and after the situation of death battle was formed, their combat effectiveness was even more incredible.

It seems that Iglu must be called out, otherwise Ji Meng will not be able to support it!

As soon as Qi Lang had a thought, the scene changed. I saw Fang Zimo suddenly shouted: "Attention, Mengzi, Zimo is returning your favor now!" He poked his spear to the ground, pulled out his whole body, and jumped directly behind the large array of opponents' shields. Then he flicked his spear and threw it into confusion. Ji Meng's opportunity to counterattack came, but he himself was surrounded by more than ten enemy troops. The long sword slashed with thorns, and in the blink of an eye, there were already more than ten blood holes on Fang Zimo's body!

This change came suddenly, and even Ji Meng, who was closest to him, was stunned for a moment before reacting. He yelled hoarsely, "Fuck you, you bastard, I won't let you die!"

With a wave of the ghost's head knife, seven or eight enemies fell to the ground. The enemy's joint attack was broken, and Ji Meng's crazy attack forced all the villains to retreat, and before Fang Zimo was planted in the moat covered in blood, he reached out and hugged his shoulder: "You idiot, open your eyes and look at me." I haven't forgiven you yet, you can't die!"

Fang Zimo vomited a mouthful of blood, and threw the spear in his hand towards the enemy group with all his strength. But he had no strength, and the spear flew only a meter or two away, and it did not have any effect on hurting the enemy.

Fang Zimo's gaze did not avoid Ji Meng, but his eyes were already empty. "I'll go first, Brother Mengzi. He weakly confessed to Ji Meng, "Zimo doesn't dare to expect your forgiveness...... But I beg you to believe that Zimo's wish has never changed......"

He's dead. After saying this, the despicable villain who turned his back on his brother, the shameless villain who took refuge in the devil, died. Ji Meng probably knew what his wish was, but he couldn't tell if it was worth it to realize that wish at such a big price. In short, he is dead, and there is no way to pursue past grievances. He died in battle like a hero, and he died like a patron saint at the entrance of the town, and those two identities will be forever remembered by the townspeople and the Cultists.

Fang Zimo's sacrifice of life and death inspired the fighting spirit of the warriors, and the three or four hundred Saint Sect disciples at the entrance of the town rushed out of the bunker one after another. The sticks were rounded, the stones flew, and even with their bare hands, they rushed forward without care, thinking only of fighting with the invading villains!

It's time for this bloody battle to end!

Both Iglu and Leo roared and pounced on the enemy, Qi Lang's Sword of Faith and Owu's Sword of Victory both flashed with blinding light, and at the same moment, on the other side of the stone bridge, another team also entered the battle!