Li Jinglan exhaled deeply, this was originally a dangerous move, when he and Fu Haiqing and the black-clothed guards could not tell who the third celestial master was, and knew that Wusheng Pass was already an empty city, at this time he felt that it was necessary to leave a way back for his side, so he had the idea of bluffing, he left three god-destroying crossbows and twenty-five soldiers, and the rest of the more than 100 people went straight to Wusheng Pass under the leadership of Fu Haiqing, because these soldiers were originally stationed in Wusheng Pass, so they easily deceived the city gate, and after entering the pass, they took over the city defense with the tokens of the palace and the black-clothed guards。

In fact, Wusheng Pass counts the strength of more than 100 people is about 350 people, Fu Haiqing in the name of the barbarian army invaded the territory, opened the armory, mobilized more than 2,000 people in the pass, stood on the head of the city with armor and weapons, and deliberately stopped the drums, with Li Jinglan riding out of the city to take the lead in seizing people, leading the barbarian army to attack, the only ten eight-bull crossbows in the capital were concentrated on the south city gate, and a salvo was fired, and then with the sound of drums and the old and young women and children in the city stomped their feet in unison to bluff, so that the barbarian army was ancient, and then rested, and then declined, and finally retreated without a fight.

This buffer is very critical, if you let five or six thousand barbarian soldiers break the momentum of the Royal Forest Army and attack the city brazenly, although Wusheng Pass is majestic, with the bravery of the barbarian soldiers, it may not be impossible to fall in one fell swoop, and this battle not only makes the barbarian army have doubts, but also gives the thousands of people in Wusheng Pass a confidence, after all, if the barbarian army really attacks the city, only relying on more than 300 soldiers in the city and more than 200 Royal Forest troops who have returned from defeat may not be able to hold it. This move can be regarded as killing three birds with one stone.

In order to prevent the Venerable Master of Mingyue from returning, one was left in the temporary tent where the prince was seated, guarded by Lu Dingxiu and Fu Haiqing, the weakest of the four, and the other was left at the south city gate, guarded by Li Jinglan and Yi Xiaocian who were on vigil. This is relatively balanced, but Lu Dingxiu still repeatedly told Li Jinglan not to be careless, and when he spoke, his eyes glanced at Yi Xiaocian who was stunned, Li Jinglan understood, although Yi Xiaocia was higher than Li Jinglan in terms of realm and combat power, but first, after all, she was a woman, and she was almost a caged goldfinch, so she naturally did not dare to compliment her adaptability, and second, she had just experienced the great change of the old prince's death, and she was full of heart, how could she ensure concentration at any time. It turned out that he was supposed to stay in the big tent, or guard the spirit of the old prince, but with such a combat power, Yi Xiaocian gritted his teeth and asked for war with revenge, so he could only make this arrangement.

After the discussion, the prince walked up to Li Jinglan's side and arched his hand and said, "Little junior brother, thank you!"

"Senior brother, let's not be so hypocritical!" Li Jinglan rolled his eyes.

"That's the truth, and it's not. Shocking, senior brother is not stupid, just to solve this crisis, you naturally don't need to be like this as a senior brother, but you, like Uncle Li, came out too early, senior brother is very worried!"

"The soldiers are coming, and the water is coming to cover the earth! Senior brother doesn't have to mind!" Li Jinglan scratched his head and replied nonchalantly.

"Okay! Well, be careful!"

"Okay, I'll go to the city first!" Li Jinglan didn't say much, said goodbye to his senior brother and Lu Dingxiu, and gently patted Yi Xiaochan, who was stunned, and Yi Xiaochan stood up suddenly, and also said goodbye to the prince's brother and General Lu. The prince looked at Yi Xiaociao's sad face, and he was also sad, and his eyes turned to Li Jinglan: "Little junior brother, you must take care of Xiaocicada!"

Li Jinglan nodded heavily. The two turned to leave.

The night was damp and cold, and the city could not be lit, fortunately, Li Yi and the two of them had a King Kong and a finger Xuan, and they were not invaded by the cold and heat, but there was no need to pretend to be a big clove of garlic in the confrontation between the two armies, standing at the head of the city as a live target for others, and the two sat at the staircase under the corner tower, silent.

Yi Xiaocian didn't have the heart to speak, Li Jinglan didn't know what to say, so she simply shut up, thinking back to how many times the two had met, there was really no chance of peaceful coexistence like this, but at this moment, Li Jinglan would rather Yi Xiaocian beat him up and let out this breath, which was stronger than this silent pain pressing on her own thin and emaciated body.

In the vast night, there was only the rustle of the feet of the patrol soldiers at the head of the city, and the sound of the wind blowing the military flag.

The two of them were silent all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the barbarian army of Wuyang did not hesitate and returned to the front of Wusheng Pass.

Looking at the people under the city shouting horses, Li Jinglan really has nothing to fear, for him who has been accustomed to seeing the two elite armies of Qin and Cang fight against each other, to be honest, give him two thousand elite cavalry border troops, he is even sure to wipe out this group of rabble, but unfortunately, not to mention that the cavalry is less than four hundred, but at this moment, counting the young and strong residents of Wushengguan at the head of the city and the indiscriminate number of soldiers, they also stood in the dark, and the momentum does not seem to lose the city, after all, the art of war: five times the siege, ten times the attack. Looking at the nearly 2,000 people at the head of the city from a distance, the barbarian army is not good at attacking the city, but they dare not attack rashly, which is where Li Jinglan's confidence lies.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and a red robe swept to the city, and sure enough, it was the shape of a Cangren with high cheeks, deep eyes and a broad nose, and Li Dazhuang on the side snorted: "The dog's dog, the little general, do you want him to taste the power of the Eight Bull Crossbow." ”

Li Jinglan glared at him, and said angrily: "If you can't speak, you cough twice, what is a dog's dog, little general? Are you scolding Canggou, or scolding me?"

Li Dazhuang paused for a moment, thought about it again, and smiled awkwardly: "Little general, I said the wrong thing!"

"The eight-ox crossbow is used to deal with ordinary soldiers, it is too slow, too floating, it is useless to deal with this kind of person, it can only play the role of blocking the enemy. There's no need to waste it!"

At this moment, a voice like Jin Ge sounded under the city: "Amitabha, Lord Yi, Mingyue is here, can you dare to fight?"

The red-robed monks under the city didn't know that Yi Xingkong had fallen, and most of them were testing Yi Xingkong's injuries.

Li Jinglan also spoke out with luck: "Canggou, the old prince has been killed by you, why bother pretending to be a cat crying mouse, if you want to fight, you will fight, and talk less nonsense!"

Mingyue under the city, hearing this, hesitated, the combat power of the two sides has been calculated many times before this, if the old prince has really fallen, then the highest combat power in the city is Lu Dingxiu, who is at the peak of the Xuan, but now the person who is giving orders in the city is just the young man of King Kong Xiaocheng, and the person who faintly points to the Xuan's breath on the side should be the woman who makes the sword, so big, is there a fraud?

And the reason why Li Jinglan said this was to make him suspicious, false and real, and treacherous.

After this battle, the great monk really did not dare to take it lightly, a siege without leakage, even if Yi Xingkong really fell, it could only be regarded as a defeat for both sides, how many celestial masters could there be in the world? But twenty or thirty people! Two died under their noses, and they had to act cautiously.

"Amitabha, the poor monk wishes the easy donor to ascend to bliss as soon as possible, the little donor, since this is the case, the poor monk will not bully the small, let's see the difference in the military array!" The red-robed monk swept back into the formation, whispered a few words to the leader of the barbarian army, and retreated behind the formation with his palms folded.

There was a howl from the mouth of the leader of the barbarian army, and the five or six thousand soldiers were divided into two teams, and the front army shouted: "Hu Lie, Hu Lie (rush, rush!)" and began to run wildly.

Li Jinglan's face did not change, Li Dazhuang spat at the palm of his hand, and pushed away the two soldiers in front of the eight-bull crossbow beside him, "Let Lao Tzu give you some color first!"

200 zhang, 150 zhang, 100 zhang, 80 zhang, 60 zhang......

With Li Jinglan's voice: "Release", ten eight-bull crossbows let out an angry roar, and a row of throwing guns shot out, grinding out blood-colored channels in the barbarian army, but with the experience of the last time, the barbarian army formation has been scattered very wide, and after hearing the "boom" loud sound launched by the eight-ox crossbow, the middle road soldiers also desperately moved to both sides, so only about a hundred or so people who couldn't dodge were killed.

The eight-ox crossbow was followed by a rain of arrows, because there were really too few official soldiers, so the seemingly dense rain of arrows, due to the strength of the arm, only more than two hundred were shot into the distance, and the rest fell halfway. The effect was not great, not even as good as the second wave of scattered arrow rain, after the barbarian army almost fell under the city, it played some role in hurting the enemy.

There are still a lot of simple ladders in the barbarian army, because logging and rough manual work are their strengths, so after losing three or four hundred troops, more than a dozen ladders have been erected on the city wall one after another.

The barbarian army under the city is not good at attacking the city, and the soldiers in the city are real or false.

A strange evenly matched offensive and defensive battle begins.