At this time, although the others were not as fine as Mo Zhongqing, they had already seen that the baffle used to bridge the baffle was originally two feet long and short on the well, and it was actually "heightened" by one foot again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And Mo Zhongqing could clearly see that there were three or two days at the bottom of the well where the soldiers of the Star Army were struggling to shake the rocker bracket, and with each turn of the bracket, the wooden board was raised by half a foot.

In the blink of an eye, the "baffle", which was originally only two zhang long, was five or six zhang higher, nearly double the height of the well before stopping.

Obviously, everyone at the head of the city didn't realize that this well "baffle" could be raised and lowered!

And at this moment, the length of the "baffle" is completely enough to bridge to the city!

"Let's go, let's go......!

"Be careful!"

Before Lu Wengong finished speaking, he heard Mo Zhongqing roar, he was extremely fast, but he could only throw Lu Wengong aside alone.

At the same time, when everyone on the side of the siege crossbow heard this, they felt that their heads were bright before they could be surprised, and when they looked up slightly, they saw several huge "fire bombs" falling from the sky, and one of them had been smashed down!

"Boom!"

Immediately, the fire bomb hit the siege crossbow and shattered on the spot, and Xiao Li and the others in the center were buried in the sea of fire before they could react.

The scattered heat wave was wrapped in countless rain of fire and splashed on the nearby soldiers, but it did not go out, and the pain was so painful that they immediately fell to the ground and rolled to no avail, so they had to wail all over the ground.

Lu Wengong's eyes immediately widened, as if he was about to stare out of his sockets alive!

But he simply glanced at the blackened corpses in the sea of fire, then jumped up, looked at Mo Zhongqing and shouted, "Go!"

"......"

"No, but!"

Lu Wengong vetoed it.

Mo Zhongqing glanced at the soldiers on the ground who were still wailing for a while, and after hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and followed Lu Wengong, and at this time, the soldiers who could still move on the spot at the head of the city also spontaneously followed.

Along the way, at intervals, fire bombs were thrown, and it was evident that the trebuchets at the rear, in order to match the wells, had reversed direction and poured fire on the city.

And the soldiers at the head of the city also quickly turned their heads to join Lu Wengong's team, but at this time, the seven-zhang long "baffle" in the direction of the well had been put down.

The sound of the baffle slapping the city bricks made the bodies of all the soldiers shake violently, as if the huge baffle was not pressing on the head of the city, but on the hearts of every city head soldier!

They're finally attacking!

After Lu Wengong led his soldiers to cut down another "ladder", his eyes were fixed on the baffle pontoon bridge thirty paces away.

At this moment, the pontoon bridge has begun to shake, and at the other end of the pontoon, a fat man took the lead in stepping on the pontoon bridge and walked over.

Yes, he's just a fat man.

This fat man is actually one zhang tall, and his jaw has three layers of fat on his chin, which makes people feel as if he has three overlapping chins, and his solid arms are actually thicker than Mo Zhongqing's two thighs!

And it was such a fat man who was armed to the teeth, holding a mountain axe in both hands, wearing a set of special heavy armor, and walked over like a round iron bucket.

He walked slowly, but steadily, and the arrows of his own flew at him could only make a clanging sound, like a mosquito moaning.

And behind him were several shooters who looked "slim" and armed with crossbows.

Mo Zhongqing could also see that behind them there were a group of "soldiers" with different colors of clothing and even different weapons in their hands.

Needless to ask, this group of people is definitely not the regular army of the Tianxing Army, it should be the group of "martial arts people" who defected to Tianxingzhuang in the early days.

And an elite team composed of such a group of "martial arts people" is really the best candidate to use it to attack the city and establish a "bridgehead"!

Mo Zhongqing frowned when he saw it, and he was about to leap forward, he knew that he was afraid that no one on his side could stop this elite team except himself.

But before his body could go out, he was pulled back by Lu Wengong.

Mo Zhongqing was slightly puzzled, and then heard Lu Wengong shout: "Boy, the old man here is trying to hold back, and you see the empty siege crossbow there, you used that thing to shoot that fat man!"

"But I ......"

"You can do it!"

Lu Wengong yelled again.

Mo Zhongqing looked at Lu Wengong deeply, suddenly nodded heavily, and then stopped talking nonsense, his body was wrong, and the people had already vertically attached the nearest siege crossbow, and the people there had already been killed.

And Lu Wengong did have a way to hold back the fat man's footsteps.

His method is simple and crude, that is, to fill it with his life!

"You guys, get up, get up, hold him back!"

A few young people around him, although there was fear in their eyes, their footsteps did not stop, because behind them was Luoyang City, where their wives and children were there, so this city wall must not be taken down!

Anyone!

The three soldiers, armed with full-body shields more than one person high, rushed onto the pontoon bridge side by side.

Although the pontoon bridge swayed and the enemy troops under the bridge continued to shoot them with bows and arrows, their faces were as if they were at home, and their steps were still as steady as a rock.

"Good to come, courage is commendable!"

When the fat man saw the comer, he smiled and raised the axe, and swept with both hands, and saw that the three of them were cut off on the spot from right to left, like cutting leeks, and the blood mixed with the red sausage flowed all over the ground in a mess, and some hung on the side of the pontoon, like a sausage in the wind.

The three shields that flew out had long been distorted and deformed, and the upper bodies of the three of them did not know where they had flown away.

"Hahahaha!

The fat man laughed loudly, and shouted frantically with his axe raised in both hands, as if the blood of his enemies had made him as excited as a beautiful woman.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a sound of breaking the air suddenly came, and it instantly smashed on the fat man's axe, the fat man was shocked by the powerful thrust, and the axe in his hand immediately fell off the pontoon bridge, and smashed on the head of a large number of Star Sergeants, and immediately burst out of plasma.

And his fat body took a few steps back to stabilize his figure, but the "martial arts masters" behind him were not so lucky.

Some of the masters who clinged to the fat man were caught off guard and were squeezed out of the pontoon bridge, and fell into the crowd below with a terrible scream.

Mo Zhongqing, who saw this scene from a distance, didn't show much joy, because he aimed it several times and proofread it repeatedly, but this arrow finally missed, if it wasn't for the fat man getting carried away and holding the mountain axe high above his head, he might not even be able to catch bird feathers with this arrow.

And at this moment, the fat man eased up, and also saw Mo Zhongqing operating the siege crossbow at the head of the city in the distance, he laughed again, and made a "cut throat" gesture at him.

Immediately after, they rushed towards the city.

This time, he seemed to have learned the lesson of the last time, and gradually accelerated his pace.

Lu Wengong looked at the movement on the pontoon bridge and had not yet given an order, and the two or three soldiers beside him were already anxious, although they were all shooting back with bows and arrows in their hands, but it was really like a mosquito bite.

When the fat man walked to the middle of the pontoon, and the masters behind him also stood on the pontoon bridge one after another, Lu Wengong stood up, and the two young men beside him immediately grabbed him and said, "You can't go to lead you!"

Lu Wengong smiled and said, "Don't worry, the old man won't die easily, you two should go with you." ”

The three of them didn't lift a heavy shield this time, and the two young men only held a much smaller hand shield, while Lu Wengong was simpler, he was just holding a machete, and even the shield was free.

When the fat man saw the three of them come forward, his face showed a little impatience, and he looked at Mo Zhongqing, who was loading a crossbow in the distance, and yelled at the three people in front of him: "Get out!"

With this roar, the fat man actually ran first, and the pontoon bridge trembled violently and creaked, as if it might break at any moment.

Lu Wengong saw the fat man rushing violently, but he did not advance but retreated, kicked his legs, and the person was already head-on like an arrow off the string.

At the moment when one tall and one short, one fat and one thin touched, Lu Wengong's body suddenly turned to one side, although his feet were still on the pontoon deck, but the entire upper body was twisted outside the bridge, and he strangely drew a half-arc back to the bridge deck to "pass by" the fat man.

The fat man was slightly surprised, and he felt that the splicing of the armor on his waist was cold, and then he saw a knife inserted in his waist with a slight pain.

The pain made the fat man's heart even more angry, he didn't draw his knife, and when he turned around angrily, he saw that Lu Wengong had rushed into the group of elites behind him.

And at this moment, Lu Wengong's strange body style also made the martial arts people behind the fat man stunned, and before they could react, they were kicked off the pontoon bridge by Lu Wengong, followed by everyone with their hands and feet, and rushed up, although a few cuts were drawn on Lu Wengong's body in an instant.

But Lu Wengong rushed left and right, and tried his best to avoid the vital point, although he was surrounded by colorful paintings, he fought hard to push the two masters off the pontoon bridge.

Everyone was obviously extremely shocked when they saw this, including Mo Zhongqing in the distance, who was also surprised when he saw all this, he originally thought that Lu Wengong was a sick and dying veteran, and then thought that he was an old man with a certain prestige in the army.

And in the first half of the night today, he followed him back and forth without a moment's rest, and Mo Zhongqing thought that he must have practiced martial arts, and his breath was so long, but he never thought that he would have such skills.

Of course, the lower half of the body is as steady as an awl, and the action of the upper body twisting the waist to dodge is not a profound kung fu.

Mo Zhongqing will, and maybe even make it more beautiful, but Lu Wengong is an old man, he not only used it, but also used it so ingeniously and appropriately, this eyesight alone is enough to make people's hearts excited and awe-inspired.

In fact, Lu Wengong's kung fu is not unusual, but it is the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses, Ye Tianshuo, who cultivated the true qi of the Ye family in the early days, picked some superficial and practical and introduced it into the army.

Yes, kung fu itself is not esoteric and is used for wrestling, but coupled with the Ye family's mantra, the physical fitness of Lu Wengong's group of veterans is far beyond ordinary people, even if he is seriously ill, he is still majestic, and his sword is not old!