However, by the time Rongda reacted and spoke to stop it, it was too late.

As soon as the bowstring in the hands of the Hun archers loosened, Rongda watched as a burst of rockets flew across the sky like meteors, heading towards the Chaoyue army on the city wall.

Of course, as before, most of them smashed on the erected shields, and the flames fell towards the city.

The soldiers who were besieging the city were wearing protective gear and were not afraid of being injured by mistake, but when they found that the flying tiger claws they were climbing on were burning, they also began to panic.

The rope suspended under the iron claw is not just copper wire, but is twisted with hemp rope and poured with oil.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger, with a little bit of food aroma, like the smoke curling in the quiet of the years, it is really confusing, the tongue of fire has burned up the hemp rope, and it is still inextinguishable with the churning of the oil and licking/licking the copper wire, and the rope is getting hotter and hotter.

The burning will continue to burn for a while and a half, but the Hun soldiers who climbed into the air really couldn't hold the hot "fire rope", and as soon as they let go, they fell straight down, hitting the people below, and the desire to survive was stronger in the panic, and they reached out to grab it indiscriminately, you pulled me and I pushed you, like a chain reaction, and a series of siege soldiers soon all fell from the air screaming.

The heavy sound of landing was muffled and terrifying.

Within a few moments, the ropes that were still burning were still dangling from the walls, and the corpses were already piled up under the walls, and large patches of scarlet blood were smearing from beneath them.

It was not the Chaoyue Army that lit the rope, but the Huns themselves, who really borrowed a "east wind" from what Tong Zhu'an said.

Rongda was still able to provoke Zhu'an with confidence, and it disappeared in an instant, leaving only stunned, frightened, and even a chill in his heart that he couldn't bear to look at - they might really not be able to get out of this city today.

At that time, the night was no longer dim, and his vision was unknown, and he and the young boy could look at each other from a distance from the morning with dew and killing.

And that young man, as if he was clinging to the city wall, grew into an unshakable mountain, staring at the group of people in the city, killing calmly, with clear eyes, no sorrow or joy.

Rongda suddenly felt a sense of cowardice in his heart.

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However, many times, people want to fight for nothing but one breath.

The Xiongnu people, who began to play a key role in the plan to slaughter the city, have now become a burden.

There is always a difference between dying bravely and being forced to lose your life.

I don't know which timid Hun people, seeing the companion who was still talking, fell into a puddle of mud in front of him without any hindrance in the blink of an eye, and suddenly he was frightened, and he knelt down with his head in his arms and cried.

The cry was terrible, as frightened as if he had hit a ghost, and even repeated "I don't want to continue...... I want to go home".

The cruelty of war is far greater than imagined, and the people are not ignorant of it, but they still choose to be the perpetrators, trying to impose this pain on others.

The soldiers around him all had complicated expressions, and no one scolded him or comforted him.

They all had such fear in their hearts, but they suppressed it vigorously and did not express it directly.

There was a faint sign of a collapse.

Such a cry was like a slap in the face of Rongda.

As an ordinary person, it is normal to be cowardly, but as a general of a country, how can you easily be afraid to retreat on the battlefield.

In the end, after galloping on the battlefield for many years, Rongda really finds it difficult to admit that he will lose in this kind of scheming game of conquering the city, not to mention that the opponent is still a young hairy boy, wouldn't it make people laugh out of their big teeth when they say it?

How can he have the face to go back to see Dugu Wangjun?

This is not only contrary to the morality that the Xiongnu believe in, but also a great shame!

Yes, he is a general, he must not have such thoughts!

But for a moment, Rongda's eyes became firm again, and he kept silently reciting in his heart, as if convincing himself - they must go out of the city and return to the Xiongnu tribe!

He suddenly roared, turned and slashed mercilessly.

The Hun people, who were weeping because of their anxiety, still had tears on their faces, but their heads had been separated from their kneeling bodies, and their bones rolled to the side.

Staring at a pair of tearful eyes.

Until he died, he didn't understand why the general, who was supposed to protect them, turned to him with the murder weapon.

A few blood splashes flew up and splashed on Rong Da's face, his eyes also seemed to be stained with blood, and he stared at the Huns around him who were startled and looked at each other, threw the blood on the blade aside, and said with a fierce light on his face: "Those who mess with the army's heart, behead!"

The Hun soldiers were excited, quickly shook their spirits, and replied loudly: "Yes!"

The thrill of killing can often drive people into madness.

Rong Da clutched his knife tightly, turned his head and stared resentfully at the Chaoyue army on the city wall, and waved his hand, "Go with this general! You must rush out today! Even if you move this city to the level and tear down the city wall, it will be difficult for us Huns to ride it down! Those who dare to retreat will be decided!"

"If you can't attack the city wall, go and bury gunpowder, push me, and blow down the city wall for me!"

"Remember to Lao Tzu, we are the soldiers of the Huns! The wolf spirit will always protect us!"

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The sound of killing was everywhere, the bloody outbreak broke out, and the battle situation was extremely tragic.

Zhu'an ordered the soldiers to set up military artillery to build a defensive line, and the Hun soldiers rushed towards the city wall one after another, as if they wanted to work together to knock down the city wall, wave after wave like a wave, even if they were constantly defeated by the Chaoyue army and the sand bandits, they still couldn't stop the sudden outbreak of the Huns.

I don't know if I was frightened by Rongda, or if I was really inspired to kill, the corpses under the corner of the city wall piled up more and more, slowly piling up a hill, blood flowing everywhere, as if I couldn't tell who the stump and broken arm mixed with blood was.

The pungent smell of blood made everyone's eyes red, and it seemed that there was only one left in their heads - kill, kill, kill!

The enemy used human flesh as a ladder and sunken corpses as a bridge, desperately attacking the city walls.

Stepping on the high stacked bones of his companions, a Hun soldier avoided the artillery and struggled to climb the city wall, and was cut off half of his arm by Chaoyue soldiers, blood spurted out desperately, and the air seemed to be shrouded in a red mist, sticky/greasy to the point of disgusting.

As he fell, he took the opportunity to throw a bundle of ignited gunpowder in his arms into the wall with his other hand, and then fell to the wall satisfied.

The gunpowder brazenly cut through the defensive line on the city wall and landed in the crowd of the Chaoyue army.

Seeing that the lead of the gunpowder was quickly burned out, a sand bandit suddenly pounced, directly hugged the gunpowder, and the whole person jumped down the city and went straight to the Hun soldiers.

The gunpowder exploded, and a short spark flashed, swallowing the sand bandits and a large number of Huns in a huge explosion.

Fight like Kilkenny cats.

Life and death are just a short moment, and it's too late to choke. The raven's eyes were bloodshot, but as if they hadn't seen it, they still commanded their men to continue to bombard the enemy with their cannons.

The huge blast caused the walls of the dock city to shake twice, and half of the steps collapsed.

Holding a longbow in his hand, he constantly found the gap to shoot the enemy, without hesitation of his killing intent, and the city wall shook and did not move, he was like a banner, if he did not fall, the Chaoyue army would not fall, and he would not give an inch, so that the Huns suffered a lot.

The short blow did not extinguish the madness of the Hun soldiers' attack, with the blow of Fang Cai, the Hun soldiers seemed to get some kind of inspiration, and the continuous gunpowder bombarded the city wall, and if they couldn't throw it up, they buried it under the corner of the city wall, and between the booms and explosions, thick smoke billowed and sparks splashed everywhere.

Unable to withstand the baptism of many artillery fires, a corner of the city wall finally collapsed, and several Chaoyue soldiers had no time to escape, and were directly buried under the bricks.

Seeing that the city wall was about to be unable to support it, Zhu'an ordered to retreat outside the dock city after the last wave of attacks.

The blood and bones of the soldiers under the city broke a road to the outside of the city, the bloody rain and bloody wind danced in the shadow of the sword and sword, and the wails of the desperate struggle flew together with the sound of explosions, and all the gunpowder brought by the Huns was used in this battle, and all the places affected were razed to the ground and turned into a pile of ruins mixed with the stumps of the corpses.

The hundred-year-old dock city, the wind and rain, the solemn city wall through the war, quietly gazing at the octagonal cornices in the city and the longing tower, still seem to be guarding the homeland of the people, and then with the roar of gunpowder again...... Fall to pieces.

The building is about to fall, is it just a rout under such a heavy mountain of bloody corpses?

With a loud tremor, the walls of the dock city finally collapsed completely.