There are three masters of the Shangqing Realm attacking the city, and the Snow Country really can't be regarded as an ordinary small country under the cultivation of the Demon Sect.

The city was attacked, and before noon, the barrier of Yanjing had been broken. However, thinking of the destruction of the city, this score has already passed.

The two sides did not entangle too much inside and outside the city walls, and from the time of the day to the present, even if it was just a non-stop shooting of arrows outside the city, the arms of these soldiers were sore.

What's more, among the zombies who are not afraid of death, there are also soldiers of Snow Country who are crazy and storm the city gate, as if they want to vent the pressure of Snow Country staying by the behemoth of Yan Country for so many years.

The gates of the city were broken, but the Snow Lord called back all the soldiers of the Snow Country. A large number of zombies poured into Yanjing City from the city gate dozens of zhang wide, and there were few people in the snow country, so of course the snow lord would not let his warriors go to a broken city to consume. The gates are open, and the enemy's living force is left to these weedy zombies to deal with.

The snow lord himself couldn't imagine what kind of hell scene a zombie-ridden Yanjing City would be.

The procession of the Snow Country swept in from the north, and the royal palace of Yanjing City was also located directly north of the city, but it was the south gate that was broken. One is because there is no gate on the north wall where the palace is located. Again, there was another barrier in the palace that the Craftsmen could not break.

The black-pressed zombies poured into Yanjing City from the south gate like a raging tsunami, and soon flooded the streets and alleys of the south city. Countless people who chose to stay in Yanjing relied on the terrain to fight the zombies here in the final desperate battle.

The city gate is at the southernmost end of the avenue in Yanjing City as the central axis, this main street is extremely wide, and the zombies advancing along this street are naturally the fastest, and on the other side of this street, there is also a pitch-black existence, that is, the last Xuanjia heavy rider in Yan Kingdom.

The Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry was the most terrifying combat power in the field, and even a powerful cultivator could not easily resist at all. However, the armored cavalry was too heavy to run long distances. Moreover, affected by the armor, the flexibility in the narrow area is not as good as the light cavalry, just like in the snow country, a section of muddy road civilization blocks the return of the main force of the Yan country, which is the most obvious weakness of the heavy cavalry. Therefore, in the past history, there has never been a case of street fighting with heavy cavalry.

The biggest problem is that the maintenance cost of a Xuanjia heavy ride is too expensive. A heavy cavalry needs to be equipped with a large number of auxiliary soldiers, the consumption is extremely terrible, and there are also high requirements for the breed of horses. Yan Land has the best war horses in the world, and even the cavalry of the Tang Kingdom also rode horses bought from Yan Country on the ground. Therefore, in today's world, except for the Tang Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom, there is no country that has the ability to organize the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry into an organization.

But the heavy cavalry is called a battlefield heavy weapon, and there is a reason for it, this kind of cavalry has been given only one charge mission since the day it was born, and the front has become a nightmare for countless enemies.

It stands to reason that the city is not very suitable for heavy cavalry to charge in formation, but the streets of Yanjing are long and straight, and since it is a local battle in Yanguo, it is dealing with something fragile and not good at maneuvering like zombies, and the wolf cavalry of Snow Country cannot exert their mobility in this street and alley. This kind of environment can allow Yan Guo Heavy Riding to give full play to its impact.

A cannon shot rang out through the sky and spread throughout the city.

At the northernmost end of the street, thousands of cavalry under the walls of the palace looked up at the sky, their expressions were calm, they already knew the result of this battle, but they were not afraid, they only thought about what they would fight for a while, so that this doomed army could still be remembered in people's hearts.

The general of the forbidden army looked at the cloud of black smoke left by the cannon in the air, and ordered softly: "Attack." ”

The soldiers of the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry silently pulled down their armors, slowly drew their straight knives, pointed obliquely at the black tide in front of them, pointed to the killing sound of Nancheng, and shouted in unison: "Run over!"

The horse's hooves gradually moved, and the heavy horsemen of the heavy armor stepped on the hard ground, as they had done for countless years, and the charge began again, and the earth began to tremble.

The whole city began to shake.

Yan Jun has obviously done many drills and is very skilled.

Suddenly felt the shaking of the earth, some zombies with bad legs and feet couldn't even walk steadily, they subconsciously looked to the north, and then saw those black Xuanjia heavy riders.

The Xuanjia Heavy Rider didn't pay any attention to the weapons raised by these zombies, opened his mouth, maintained the most perfect speed, and continued to charge on the long street with a terrifying momentum, and there were broken bones and tendons everywhere he passed.

The Xuanjia Heavy Rider doesn't have to think about who to cut at all, in the face of these zombies coming on foot, these Xuanjia Heavy Riders are simply bullying children.

Thousands of cavalry ran through it, and there was only a layer of flesh left in the streets for miles, and a few squads cut through the other alleys and sliced the zombies apart.

The main force also took the opportunity to make a big circle from the predetermined route, and when it returned to the street, it was still able to maintain its previous speed.

The second charge began again, like a giant scythe sweeping through it, bringing down miles of zombies like wheat, and it was impossible to count how many zombies had been crushed under the hooves of these heavy riders.

From time to time, there are zombies who were warriors or mages in their lifetimes, relying on some of the combat instincts they have retained, and launch attacks on these Xuanjia heavy horses.

But the cavalry simply raised a shield on their left arm to dissolve the attack, and the high-speed horses soon came to their side, and then the zombies were no longer a special minced meat.

The silver light on the shield flowed, of course, it was not an ordinary color. Even the Xuan family has the ability to create so many magic circle shields, and the dragon scales of the Yan Kingdom may not be able to find them, but it is not surprising that they have saved some belongings over the years. The zombie mage's attack was shared by thousands of shields, as insignificant as rain.

Killing from noon to dusk, no matter how strong the combat strength is, it will be tired. Even if humans can continue to squeeze themselves spiritually, horses can't survive.

The Xuanjia Heavy Rider, who had always held the initiative on the main streets, certainly couldn't clear out more zombies they hadn't set foot in those areas. When the soldiers and citizens who were arranging street battles in these places were all swallowed up by the zombie tide, the zombies pouring into the streets everywhere also put more pressure on the heavy riders.

The general of the forbidden army watched as a squad of heavy horsemen ran out of horses, and the impact was greatly reduced, and finally fell into the siege of zombies. The cavalry that stops has no meaning of cavalry, and a heavy cavalry that stops may not be able to catch up with an infantryman.

It wasn't an accident, everyone's horses were tired after killing for so long. The general of the forbidden army looked at the beloved horse under him, whose mouth was already full of white spit, and suddenly began to untie the heavy armor on his body.

The other cavalrymen had already understood the general's intentions, and all took off their armor to lighten the weight of the horses under them.

On the way to charge, in addition to the sound of vibration that had been silent all along, the song of the Yan people sounded again at this time.

"Break your head, make a judgment of life and death!"

"Once the strong man is gone, he will no longer look south!"

"I'll go first, and you come again. ”

"I'll fight first, and you come again. ”

"I'll die first, and you'll come later. ”

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold. ”

"The strong man is gone, and he will never return. ”

"I'm gone, come quickly. ”

"I have fought, come quickly. ”

"I'm dead, come quickly. ”

"I'm dead, come quickly. ”

In this way, in the end, the main force of the heavy cavalry killed for a while. Suddenly, all the Xuanjia Heavy Riders felt the pressure on their side suddenly lighten.

Zombies are running out?

But then they saw another cavalry on the other side of the street, an equally special cavalry, the wolf cavalry.

There were no more zombies surging up in the vicinity, and the generals of the forbidden army slowly slowed down and finally stopped. The two sides stood at the north and south ends of the avenue in the dusk of the capital, separated by rotten flesh that almost drowmed to their knees.

"Your spirit deserves our respect. ”

The leader of the wolf cavalry said.

"So we decided, as an adversary, to give you a decent home and let you die a well-deserved death. ”

"Phew!"

The general of the forbidden army steadied his trembling hands, pointed to the opposite side, and said.

"Our opponent is only the heavy cavalry of the Tang Kingdom, and you are not worthy. The great name of the wolf cavalry is just the light that he has never encountered the heavy cavalry of the Yan Kingdom. ”

The general of the forbidden army slowly raised the sword and said, "Who wants to accompany me to kill?"

The more than 1,000 remnants of the soldiers behind him responded in unison, without fear, and some were just the pleasure of the last battle.

The battle inside the city continued into the night, and all resistance outside the palace finally disappeared, and the last barrier of the palace was broken by the Snow Nation army and a few strong men.

After a day of fierce fighting, although it was impossible for the thousands of terrifying Xuanjia heavy riders to reappear in the world, the tide of corpses that everyone in the world heard of and changed color actually lost as much as thirty percent.

What was even more shocking was that the wolf cavalry, which was extremely valued as a treasure by the Snow Country, was actually defeated once by the Xuanjia heavy cavalry that had been exhausted from the battle for a long time in the final decisive battle! After the final annihilation of the Xuanjia heavy cavalry of the Yan Kingdom, after counting it again, there were only more than 100 of these thousand wolf cavalry left.

Can such a painful victory really be considered a victory?

The remaining Snow Country soldiers toppled the palace gate of King Yan and led the tide of corpses that had already blocked the city of Yanjing into the palace.

There was no resistance in the palace, and these Snow Country people rushed up to the main hall without hindrance and saw King Yan, who had been waiting for a long time.

This old tragic emperor, holding the jade seal that symbolizes power, sat on the dragon chair as before.

Seeing the Snow Countryman rushing up brandishing a scimitar, King Yan closed his eyes and smacked his lips and said.

"It's a bit of a shame. ”

The snow lord outside the city got the news that the palace was broken, and got up laughing, his long-cherished wish for many years, the behemoth that had been pressed on the heads of the people of the snow country for several lifetimes, finally fell at his feet.

"Prime Minister, come with me into the city and have a look!"

After saying that, the snow lord took the hand of Prime Minister Xiang Kuijun and walked towards Yanjing City.

"Not good!"

As soon as he took two steps, Xiang Kuijun suddenly exclaimed.

"Boom!"

Yanjing City blew up.