On the city wall, one by one the Mojia organs were erected, although they could not all be used proficiently, but the principles of which these soldiers already knew, he believed that after this war, the Mojia mechanism would definitely be able to drive freely.

Under the command of Wang Zhili, three ballista carts on the city wall fired an overwhelming array of arrows, which were as dense as weeds planted on the ground, but they were planted on the corpses of the enemy.

The Mo family even crossbow car, the original shock in all directions, standing on the city wall, like a demon god, each time you flick can release sixty large crossbow arrows at the same time, countless small crossbow arrows, just one ballista is equivalent to the entire bow team, its power can be imagined.

Even if he had already made some psychological preparations, the world-famous Mojia Organ Technique would definitely not be in vain, but he was still shocked after seeing its power.

This kind of attack and killing heavy weapon should not have appeared in the world, these three ballista cars have such power, what kind of scene would it be if the city wall was full of ballistas, this kind of killing, can only be described by heaven and reason.

"What a magic this is, and it has such power. "Where have the coalition forces of the five countries below seen such a scene, only three crossbow trucks have stopped their tracks, and they can't move forward in the slightest.

Finally, in the midst of the arrows in the sky, the torrential rain poured down, as if to add some different charm to this expedition.

The rain did not affect the power of the arrows, but seemed to merge with them, and the arrows borrowed the rain, and the rain helped the arrows, as if there was only a rain of arrows left in the sky.

That's not all, another thing on the city wall has also begun to wield, the Mo family's heavy weapon, the transfer machine.

It was six feet tall, and its stature was not very formidable, but it did not affect his terrifying power in the slightest.

Controlled by two people, placed at the highest point, looking down on the whole situation, the enemy army is in full view, one shoots an arrow and one controls the direction, and the big arrow points to, someone will die.

Its power is comparable to that of the amazing heroes in the rivers and lakes, controlling flying swords and taking people's heads in the air, which is really unguardable.

Of course, it will not be used against those ordinary soldiers, they do not have such honors, only those commanding generals in the army will provoke it to patronize it, and behead the enemy, at that time these soldiers are just flies without their heads, and the dragons are headless, how can they become a climate.

Just imagine, unconsciously, a flying sword broke through the wind, even in the midst of the army, it is still difficult to escape the fate of being crucified, who can not worry about those generals, this is simply their nightmare.

"Retreat, retreat. ”

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, they also lost several leaders, which caused heavy losses to the enemy army who wanted to fight quickly, and they were not able to get close to the city walls, let alone climb to kill.

It didn't make much sense to continue, it would only increase the losses even more, and finally, when the order to retreat was given, everyone was relieved.

Not only those soldiers, but also the generals, seeing that the allies around them who were still talking about their plans had fallen under their horses in the blink of an eye, the blood had not yet dried up, and the eyes were still staring, but they had lost their former brilliance.

How can they not be afraid, maybe the next target is themselves, who wants to die? insects and ants still steal life, not to mention that they are living people.

"Don't stop, keep shooting. Seeing the enemy retreating, Wang Zhili did not intend to rest on his laurels and ordered to continue the attack.

"My lord, we are running out of arrows, and besides, the enemy is out of our range, so it may not be of much use to continue the attack. Beside him, a soldier spoke, and the truth was just as he said.

"Go on. Wang Zhili said coldly, not following the man's advice.

How could he not know, but it had to be so, that is, to let them flee in the wilderness, to make them feel powerless, so that they could be afraid, and plant the seeds of fear in their hearts, so that they would not dare to attack easily.

Murder and heart, if the enemy army really does whatever it takes, even if it has the Mojia organ Quzhou City, it will still be difficult to resist, and in another moment, I am afraid that there will be no more arrows in the city, and at that time, it will be a real bloody battle, and what they need is time.

The arrow stops, there is no sound in the world, only the knock of the raindrops, crisp and moving, arousing reverie.

The ground was densely covered with bodies, and there were arrows stuck in a mess on them, which was the best decoration for them, desolate and tragic, this was all they could carry.

The rain washed away, and the blood on the ground actually gathered into a torrent, crisscrossing and crisscrossing on this land, like a strange picture, desolate and tragic, which was the tone of this troubled world.

"According to preliminary calculations, a total of about 300 enemies were annihilated, three generals were killed, and our army was killed without any casualties. ”

On the city wall, looking at this beautiful scenery, several people stood side by side, Wang Zhili opened his mouth and said, no one answered, they were all thinking silently.

This was supposed to be a happy thing, but looking at those corpses, Wan Er couldn't be happy, killing so many people he didn't know, there was no injustice or hatred, but he could only fight against each other.

No one knows whose son, whose husband, whose father, whose brother, and who can remember them are only the relatives who are eagerly awaited by the family.

Today's night was extremely dark, and the stars and moon were all covered without the slightest light, leaving only the darkness of the sky to cover the whole land.

Under the city of Quzhou, soldiers are busy packing up arrows, this is a good thing, the enemy may come again at any time, and it depends on these arrows to save their lives.

No one paid attention to the corpses on the ground, and in this world, those arrows were far more valuable than these lifeless zombies.

Although there is a lot of use for recycling these arrows, it is not a long-term solution after all, at least fifty percent of those arrows have been destroyed and it is difficult to use them again, and when the actual arrows are dry, that is when the real bloody war begins.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back to fight in ancient times, this is just those generals expressing their feelings, those ordinary soldiers, where do they have the opportunity to get drunk and lie on the battlefield, few people are true.

Different from the tragedy of Quzhou City, some places are still singing and dancing, dancing sleeves, and under the lights, it is a prosperous scene.

Zhao Tianlang is facing the general situation, in the lobby, all the dignitaries and dignitaries push the cup and change the lamp, eat delicious wine and food, and feel uncomfortable.

And his side is much more deserted, chattering with the last seat, no one pays attention to it at all, let alone the toaster, he doesn't care, but ends up idle.

Now he was not in the mood to enjoy such a grand event, and those mouth-watering delicacies were like chewing wax in his mouth, without any taste.

The war in Quzhou was raging, and the people of Li and more than 1,000 brothers in the city were still waiting for him to save their lives, which made him feel at ease, how could he be in the mood to taste those delicacies.