As the number of Zoroastrian priests in the Qiang army array below the city increased, the incantation that summoned Bahram's divine power became louder and louder, and as far as the eye could see, there were translucent wind shields everywhere under the city gates. In the eyes of the people, above the heads of those Qiang troops, there were still swirling eagle feather phantoms from time to time.

Such a picture should have appeared in the summer story of the wild old village, but now it has become a real nightmare.

The reason why the defenders at the head of the city have not yet broken up is because Ma Teng is holding a saber in one hand and standing so straight on top of the city. Beside him, two guards held long wooden poles, on which hung the heads of the defenders who had just dropped their bows and crossbows and retreated.

If it weren't for Ma Teng's strong bullet suppression, the moment the Zoroastrian priests under the city successfully cast their spells, the defenders at the head of the city would have been frightened by this scene and had no will to fight. And these defenders will retreat, then the order above the city will be completely chaotic, even if the chaos is suppressed by Wei Ye's personal guards, just this time will be enough for the Qiang army under the city to transport the ladder over to rob the city!

Speaking of which, Ma Teng is worthy of being a natural soldier, and he is also worthy of being a character who completed the transformation of a fish and dragon into a warlord in an instant at the time of the Liangzhou chaos in the original time and space. He reacts to changes in the situation on the battlefield almost as quickly as he was born.

The crossbowmen at the head of the city were crowded, and in the original plan for defending the city drawn up by Wei Ye and He Ming, in order to ensure that the head of the city continued to suppress the attacking Qiang army, these crossbowmen had to be replaced in shifts. The reason for this arrangement is also to make more efficient use of the defenders' manpower.

But in the face of the visual picture of the enemy army under the protection of the demon god below, the original arrangement can no longer be carried out. Even if the archers in reserve under the walls were brought to the head of the city, it would only cause more panic.

Ma Teng can't talk about any tactics now, he just stares at the defenders at the head of the city - just pull the bow and release the arrows, the bow strength and accuracy, all of which are not required. As long as you guard your respective posts, you are not allowed to shout or retreat!

At this time, although the density of fire on the city is still not low, the lethality is much inferior to before.

In the eyes of some Qiang horse soldiers, such a rain of arrows is no longer to be feared in the eyes of them who are protected by divine power, and even the Qiang people who are at the forefront can grab the feather arrows shot by the defenders of the city with such a big grin!

It was also at this time that the follow-up Qiang siege team also sprinted towards the city with the horse army.

Most of these siege teams were Han-Qiang mixed-race people who were all incorporated into the Qiang household registration by the Liangzhou government, or Han Chinese people who believed in Zoroastrianism and hated to change their ancestral surnames to "Hamid" and "Sailam". After the destruction of the city of Guzang and the fall of Wuwei, such a rare and rare Han Zoroastrian was spared, after all, everyone was a loyal believer of the Maharaja of Bahram, not to mention that for the Qiang people, such Han Zoroastrian people should also contribute to the establishment of a pure and flawless Zoroastrian holy land for the Qiang people.

Therefore, it is simply cost-effective to organize these mixed-race Qiang and Han Zoroastrian into siege teams and use them as cannon fodder to fill the moat of Fanhe City.

For such a cannon fodder team, even the Zoroastrian priests who accompanied the army were too lazy to bless them with protective spells.

These Han Zoroastrian people could only hold the cowhide shields captured from the Wuwei arsenal, barely covering their figures, and charged towards the city.

The feathered arrows from the city rained down on the heads of these cannon fodder teams, and occasionally one or two arrows pierced through the protection of the cowhide shield and pierced the parishioners.

Unlike Wei Ye's extravagant and extravagant style, for these parishioners who are destined to be cannon fodder, the Qiang army does not say double leather armor, but it is a waste to give them thicker clothes. In addition to the tattered clothes on their bodies, the feather arrows that could withstand the shooting from the city tower were the flesh and skin raised by their own mother's father.

Every time I took a step towards the walls of Fanhe Castle, I don't know how many people were hit by the feathered arrows shot by the defenders. However, even though they were covered in blood, they would not take a step back. Everyone's eyes were red, and they endured the arrows on their bodies, but they rushed forward and shouted at the top of their voices: "Ahura Mazda!"

For these parishioners, Wuwei fell, Guzang was burned, although they relied on the "grace" of believing in Bahram and survived, but all of them had already died in ruins, like lonely ghosts.

If a person falls into their field, he will never let go of everything that he can hold in his hands. The only hope for these parishioners today is the kingdom of light that the Zoroastrian priests mentioned in their missions.

The grace given to the believers by the "glorious maharaja" Bahram has become the last thing they can grasp in front of the parishioners who are about to lose in the troubled times!

No matter how urgent the rain of arrows is, it can't stop these parishioners who have been confused by faith and reality!

On the top of the city, you can hear the roars of these parishioners who look like beasts and demons:

"Rush up! Rush up! Capture this demon city and break their demon law!"

"Don't be afraid, run forward! We have the divine power of the Great Monarch to protect us, and we are not afraid of their Han people's demon law!"

"The city is opened, every family is overheated, every household is over-stabber, the oracle of the Maharaja, the boundary of Liangzhou, there is not a single Han left!"

As long as you look down, by the moat under the city, it is these parishioners who are densely approaching Fanhe City. No matter how bad the eyes are, they can see these parishioners who are covered in chilblains, cracked skin, and filth!

These parishioners who only had rags left on their bodies were like a group of powerful ghosts released from the underworld, and they let out such a fierce curse sound against Fanhe City and the children of the Han family who should have been the same Yan Huang nobles as them!

In the sound of ghosts crying and howling, the group of parishioners who jumped off the moat first rushed on the ice of the moat.

However, after only a few steps, the ice cracked, and they all fell into the icy water.

It was a cold winter, and there was no way for the moat to freeze, but how could Wei Ye let this moat not play its original role in city defense? Over the past few days, the people in Fanhe City have been mobilized to dig ice every day. Even if the river surface is frozen tightly, no matter how thick it is, the ice surface becomes extremely fragile, and it is impossible to withstand the movement of so many people on the ice!

Seeing these parishioners who had been used as siege teams fall into the water, Ma Teng shouted: "What are you waiting for, shoot them back!"

The roar of Ma Teng echoed from the top of the city, and he had already raised his giant bow in his hand, drew an extended heavy arrow, and shot it at the parishioners who had sunk into the moat.

The huge bow was opened, the heavy arrows broke out of the wind, and Ma Teng stood at the head of the city, like a large yellow crossbow.

In bow and arrow shooting, the top-down angle can give the arrow the greatest lethality, and Ma Teng's arrow shoots, and the arrow sound brought by the heavy arrow through the air is particularly sharp and loud!

The arrow pointed at the tallest and sturdy leader of the group of parishioners who jumped off the moat. When the parishioner heard the roar of arrows above his head, he instinctively raised the cowhide shield in his hand to block it!

However, as soon as the large cowhide shield in his hand was raised, the heavy arrow had already pierced down. Only a sound of piercing leather was heard, and the cowhide shield had been torn by the arrowhead, and the slag of the elm shield was splashed everywhere. The castration of the arrow shaft is non-stop, and it is going deep into the eye socket of this little boss, straight through the back of the head!

The parishioner didn't have time to make a sound, so he fell into the icy water, red and gray, flowing from under the eyes of the dead body.

With Ma Teng's arrow in front, the defenders at the head of the city finally boosted their morale a little, and they all opened their bows and arrows and shot towards these parishioners under the city.

Under the dense rain of arrows, under the head of the city and on the banks of the moat, although the terrible and strange cry of "Ahura Mazda" was still endless, the wails and cries of the parishioners who were dying by the arrows also sounded!

But in a moment, the moat was already blood-red.

In the era of cold weapons, siege warfare was the most cruel and tragic form of warfare. And driving the church ants to attack the city has become the best choice for the Qiang army. I am afraid that in the eyes of the leaders of the Qiang army, it is better for these parishioners to die under the moat and fill this deep river with their corpses, which is more conducive to the offensive of the Qiang army.

The parishioners who rushed to the front were all annihilated in the moat, but the parishioners who followed closely to fill their vacated positions still roared wildly and launched a new round of charges towards the city of Fanhe.

And these follow-up charging parishioners have long since lost any formation and organization to speak of, and they are just desperately moving forward and forward. Some people stepped through the ice and fell into the river, and the followers stepped on his head without hesitation and continued to run forward.

For a moment, it was even difficult to tell whether it was the defenders led by Ma Teng who caused more damage to these religious siege teams, or whether they caused more casualties when they charged and stamped frantically!

Fanhe is a border county in the world, but today, what it is facing is an army pouring out of hell!

In the fierce attack and defense like a flesh mill, finally among the piles of corpses piled up under the city, several hurried ladders were erected on the city wall. A few things covered in blood, unable to distinguish between humans and ghosts, screaming "ho-ho" in their mouths, climbing the ladder and desperately climbing up!

Behind them, the Qiang horse army, armed with ox horn bows, kept firing at the defenders, providing cover for these siege ladders.

With a roar, Ma Teng rushed directly to the head of the city and kicked a ladder forward.

Under this kick, the cloud ladder fell, but his whole person was also exposed to the eyes of the Qiang army archer, and suddenly several long arrows broke through the air and shot at him.

The guards around Ma Teng slammed him down, and these long arrows shot into the rammed earth of the city wall, and the rammed city wall of wicker loess was hit by the long arrows, and the earth was splashed everywhere.

And at this moment, several more ladders were built up the city wall.

Before the Ma Teng people could stand up, they were already shouting at the top of their voices: "Push the ladder down! Go up the wood! Put the ash bottle on it! And the gold juice and boiling oil! Don't let these traitors enter the city!"

However, at this time, the defenders had gradually fallen behind under the attack of the Qiang army under the city, and the military spirit that he had suppressed began to shake again. At this time, the defenders of the city forgot to do anything other than mechanically release arrows.

Ma Teng was also angry, broke away from the guards who were pressing him, and jumped up to get his giant bow. However, at this moment, someone shouted behind him: "Shoucheng, lie down!"

Before he could tell whose voice it was, he instinctively threw himself on the ground. At the moment when he fell to the ground, a scorching wave of heat flew over his head!

......

.........

At this moment, a red flame suddenly appeared at the head of the city.

In the scorching firelight, the cold light flickered suddenly, and it slashed at the city wall.

In between this stroke, the Qiang army fought a ladder that was built by many people who were cannon fodder, and it was cut off!

Along with them were the parishioners who climbed the ladder upwards.

Only those with the best eyesight can see clearly that the light of fire that flies out of the city and cuts off the ladder in the blink of an eye is a sword.

The sword was scorching red, and although the sword speed was fast, it did not hide its true face at all.

The sword makes fire, the sword in the fire, does not distinguish between each other, does not distinguish between each other, and reappears on the battlefield.

And in the Qiang army, there was also a rare silence.

In their eyes, this fiery sword, not long ago, had attacked the most sacred and noble prince in their hearts. The struggle between the thunder, the earth, the fire, and the frost is a non-human battle, but it is also a symbol of demonic blasphemy.

The dynasty of the world respects loyalty and righteousness, and respects the humiliation of the lord and the death of the minister, whether it is in the East or the West, the monarch and his subordinates regard this as the supreme virtue.

So what should be done to the believers when the gods they follow are insulted?

The first to react were the Zoroastrian priests. The priests, with their heads wrapped in white cloth and white beards, turned over the parchment scrolls they were holding in their hands, and began to read aloud again:

"Radiant Condor, you spread your wings and pleaded to Ahuramazda, the Lord of all, the Essence of Light, the Master of all us. For the protection of the believers, for the unquenchable flame, for the glory of Heaven to be spread to mankind through Zarathustra......"

This spell had just started, and above the city, there was a cold snort: "The spell casting time is too long, and the spell is too verbose!"

With this cold snort, the red light and fire sword shot out, directly taking the Zoroastrian priest phalanx under the city.

On the top of the city tower, the bamboo crown road uniform, not at all like Wei Ye, who was on the way, pointed out.

Under the city tower, in the Qiang army array, in the ranks of Zoroastrian priests, there was a short old man sitting cross-legged, dressed in ochre red monk's robes, half draped over his shoulders, revealing a thin and dry body as a dead tree. In his hand, he held a rosary made of Tianzhu dew trees, and he was moving non-stop.

The fire sword came through the air, and the thin old man's eyes were still closed, and he muttered in his mouth, but he said a word-

The sword in the fire in the empty line,

A poisonous dragon in the sword.

If it is a killing device,

It's all because of the fire.

I have compassion today,

Shebi dews.

A good thing is like it,

You can never afford to hurt your heart.

Before he stopped, the old monk's withered palm shook violently, and the twine that tied the rosary beads broke instantly, and there were a few Buddha beads in the palm of the tree, which catapulted into the air, just like countless green flies, flying around the carrion.

The crimson sword shadow broke through the sky, and wanted to cut down on the heads of this group of Zoroastrian priests, but was hit by the Buddha beads that swirled in the air, and the sword path suddenly deviated!

And at this moment, the praise chant of the Zoroastrian priests also came to an end: "...... Mighty Lord, your wings will bear the wrath of Mithra, King of the Sun. O divine light, shoot the spear of heaven from the clouds to punish the blasphemous demons!"

With the incantation, a trace of spiritual light surged from these priests, and in the air fluctuations, a short spear-like fiery phantom appeared above the heads of the Zoroastrian priests, aiming at the defenders above the city!

Ma Teng looked at the vision surging up on the Zoroastrian priest phalanx, and couldn't help but whisper: "Lord, this-"

Wei Ye snorted coldly, and raised his hand to stop his voice: "My sword hasn't returned yet, what are you afraid of him?"

The sword trick was introduced again, and the peach daughter suddenly slammed the sword above the heads of the Zoroastrian priests, and the sword light circled, turning into a sword wheel, and slashed straight down.

The sword wheel spun and knocked open several Buddha beads that had been disturbed, and then on the sword body, the Dongyang Sword Zhu Root Seal suddenly lit up!

The flames of burning evil spread over the heads of the Zoroastrian priests, and the two incompatible forces intertwined with each other, disturbing the aura of the originally pure priest phalanx.

Several spears of light between the virtual and the real were uncontrollably thrown towards the sword wheel, and then they were twisted into several sections by the hovering sword wheel!

In this instant, the faces of the Zoroastrian priests who did not stop reciting incantations became extremely pale, and many of them fell to the ground softly, spitting blood from their mouths!

It was also the gaps exposed by these fallen priests that allowed Wei Ye to see the short old monk hiding in the priest phalanx at a glance.

"I don't know, when did these Buddhist bald donkeys and Zoroastrian bald donkeys become one and the same?

With a mockery, Wei Ye raised his left hand at the same time: "Attention to all the members of the Golden Altar, enter the firing position, take your places, and prepare-"

With an order, the Dao soldiers he brought to the city head on Wei Ye's side had already entered the battlements, and each of them had a big yellow crossbow, but the arrows on the crossbow were flashing.

It is Wei Ye's improved version of the mass-produced Rokko arrow.

"Put!"

At this sound, the sound of the buzzing crossbow strings suddenly disappeared. In the rain of arrows of the defenders, this runic arrow flashing with spiritual light is extremely eye-catching in the air!

Dozens of rune arrows broke through the air, even the short old monk who had been closing his eyes to urge the Buddha beads and obstructing the peach daughter instantly widened his eyes: "Not good!"

With a bad sound, the Buddha beads in the sky suddenly soared up, wanting to stop him, but what answered him was Wei Ye's sneer: "Old bald donkey, you can't stop it!"

The immortal warlock sword technique urged again, and the peach thousand gold brought up the Dao flames, which burned in the wind, and in the flames, there seemed to be an invisible sword qi rushing out, instantly dispersing the Buddha bead formation.

And at this moment, dozens of Liujia arrows, with the brilliance of the spirit runes, shot down fiercely towards the Zoroastrian priest phalanx!