Outside the city of Bianliang, to the east, it was farther away from the place where the Jurchens attacked the city wall. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info hundreds of Jianghu people in various costumes fought with the Jurchens.

A Jurchen patrol cavalry team of only about 100 people met Li Wenwen and others, originally they came to look for Bai Ning in Dongchang, but they unexpectedly encountered the Jurchens attacking the city, and they were caught up in it before they had time to withdraw, and it was not so easy to leave at this time.

Hundreds of people from the Wu Dynasty Jianghu entangled and fought with this group of experienced scouts in the forest, without formation and cooperation, but they did not take down the other party in a short time, not to mention, a few photos but lost more than a dozen good players. On the back of the passing war horses, hundreds of Jurchen scouts shot arrows backwards while running, and at an extremely precise angle, almost every two or three arrows someone would be shot and fall, bringing up blood lines and spilling them in the air.

Among the Jianghu people who pursued forward, there were martial artists who knew how to use secret weapons and other techniques to also jump up in the crowd, throwing out hidden weapons such as flying knives and darts, Shu Wanling picked up a tree, and after throwing the flying swallow darts, she shouted in the crowd: "Senior brother, don't let them run out of the woods..... Don't let them run out of the woods.... Beat their horses, knock them down...."

Soon after the sound sounded, the martial arts people over there suddenly understood, and one of the men who made a big knife suddenly burst out with speed and ran wildly on the ground of thick fallen leaves, and went around the side door to the front of the Jurchen scout, which was a horizontal knife slash.

The wide blade slammed into the front hooves of the warhorse, and the huge body of the horse lost its balance at that moment, and fell to the ground, the thick fallen leaves jumped up, and the scout on the horse's back was also thrown off and hit the tree.

The man with the broadsword continued to rush towards the Jurchen scout regardless of it, but then he was knocked to the ground by the war horse, and the rumbling hooves of the horse trampled over him....

Li Wenwen jumped forward on the branches, sometimes his body was low and sprinkled with golden swallow darts, and arrows were shot over, nailed to the branches where he stood, and after the distance was closer, he jumped down at the Jurchen scouts, several spears stabbed obliquely, he grabbed one of the spear heads, crashed into it, and drew his sword-

One arm, the broken spear swirled in mid-air, and the remaining iron spears followed closely to the convergence room. A moment of resoluteness flashed on the face that had faded away from youth and more vicissitudes of decadence, and he remembered the moves he had been taught by the master..... He had practiced moves that he had failed to succeed in countless times....

-- Jin Yan returned to her dream, nine rings in a row.

At the moment when the tip of the spear stabbed over, the sword body in his hand trembled slightly, and it sounded rhythmically, and the speed was extremely fast. The blade of the sword slammed into several gun shadows, countless sparks of ping-pong pong splashed in the air, Li Wenwen's arm continued to change and exert force, and every collision made him hang and stay in the air, a full eight breaths of time, and the last sound, the sword body pierced the Jurchen soldier's Tianling Gai, until the hilt of the sword.

When Li Wenwen collected his sword and landed, there were still seventy or eighty Jurchen scouts who left the woods and hung them from a distance, neither leaving nor attacking, occasionally shooting a few arrows.

"Senior brother, what should I do?" Li Wenwen's junior brother, Qin Mian caught up and panted and looked at the Jurchen scout over there vigilantly.

In response to such a situation, Li Wenwen didn't have any feasible way, he couldn't get rid of the other party, and he couldn't kill the other party, so he kept silent and thought of countermeasures.

.....

There was still some distance from here, and the quietly marching team sneaked past the camp of the Jurchens, and was also observing the siege from a distance, Guan Sheng was sitting on a big rock, discussing things with Han Shizhong, Hao Siwen and others, and then received some information.

"Where are the troops?"

The scout shook his head: "It's not very clear, I saw that there were probably dozens of Jurchens fighting with people, like the people of the Wu Dynasty, but there was also a difference that those people seemed to know some martial arts." ”

"The people of my dynasty know some martial arts. Guan Sheng glanced at each other with Han Shizhong and the others, stroked his beard, and said: "Most of them are people from the rivers and lakes, and between this crisis, they can still contribute to the country, but they are also available." ”

At present, although Guan Sheng knows that the attitude of the Admiral of Dongchang towards the people of the rivers and lakes has always been very subtle, but the current situation is for him, the power that can be used must be used, if he saves this martial arts team and lets them do something, he may be able to relieve a lot of pressure on himself.

"Ordered Xuanzan to attack with a thousand cavalry and take them over. After a pause, Guan Sheng then thought for a moment, "By the way, grab the horse, we are still very short of horses." ”

After receiving the order, the men and horses continued to discuss the matter, and they also saw the siege battle that the Jurchens had suddenly launched in the morning, and the amazing siege scene, even if they thought about it at this time, made people's pores tighten. Han Shizhong saw that the scene fell silent, and couldn't help but speak: "General Guan, it's not a way to stay like this, everyone has seen that scene in the morning recently, so I'm afraid that soon, even if Bianliang can't hold on to any more soldiers, once the Jurchen breaks through the city wall, everything will be over." ”

No one answered this sentence. Guan Sheng stood up and was silent for a long time, looking at the pieces of trebuchet phalanxes, he pestled the hilt of his knife on the ground, "Only by destroying those instruments, so that even if the Jurchens rebuild it, it can be regarded as buying time for the city side to repair." ”

But his tone was unconfident.

Hao Siwen nodded, "But it can't be done during the day, there are thousands of us, and rushing in is a dead end." ”

"Then wait a little longer.... Wait..."Guan Sheng pressed the anxious emotion in his heart and gritted his teeth.

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On the tower of the northern section of the city, Bai Ning sat on a chair and watched Gao Xuannian being dragged up by Yang Zhi and sent to the wounded barracks below, at this time the sky was still bright, and it was only past noon, and there was still a long time until the evening, such a fierce siege had lasted for most of the morning, and several troops were replaced on the city wall one after another, and the disabled ones were pulled down and reorganized, and the new ones had already seen blood and began to have casualties.

Zheng Biao ran on the city wall, and after noon, the Jurchen offensive increased, washed over like a tidal wave, and began to attack frantically on the entire north city wall, even he felt a chill of fear, that frantically surged over like an ant colony, and almost broke the fighting will of the forbidden army of the Wu Dynasty several times, if it was not for the gap to be filled in time, I am afraid that those Jurchen soldiers had broken through the city wall and rushed below.

"I originally wanted to use kamikaze artillery to stay in the afternoon..... Looks like it's going to have to be used now. Bai Ning stretched out his hand and beckoned, and Gao Muen, who was trembling with fright, stepped forward with a bitter face, "Overseer, I see that you are also a little tired, why don't we go home and rest, wash, and sleep." ”

As if he hadn't heard it, Bai Ning continued to order: "Inform Lin Chong and Luan Tingyu to adjust the artillery and push it up." ”

"Yes. ”

Gao Muen replied weakly, and walked down very slowly step by step, like a piece of shit under his buttocks.

"Go—"

"Ah..... Good. Over there, the little eunuch hurriedly rushed down the city tower at a trot.

.....

Under the city tower, a small wooden wheel was installed on the push board, and the Jinyi guards and fans began to push up a cannon, Lin Chong wiped the head of the gun with his armor on his body, and Luan Tingyu directly tore off his clothes to reveal his sturdy upper body, and nodded at the other party.

The two of them rushed out with a part of the brocade guards, and the copper stick in Luan Tingyu's hand was rampant like a dragon, directly smashing the skull of a Jurchen, and with a step, the copper stick flew down, and the Jurchen soldiers who climbed the wall one by one, and the sound of countless bones smashing made a bloody path with Lin Chong.

The high and low wall battlements, the muzzles of the cannons were pushed out, and the torches were raised and moved towards the soldiers who spread like ant colonies.

Luan Tingyu stepped on the wall buttress with one foot, leaned over to take a look, and waved his arm down.

The fuse burned under the flames, extending into the hole in the cannon body very quickly, and the man on the wall stepped back, grabbed the cold thing with both hands, and then turned his head, and heard someone shouting: "Go far!" Immediately, a huge noise came, and the bun was blown away in an instant, and the ears buzzed.

Boom, boom, boom

Fifty cannons erupted in unison at almost the same time, and black, round things fell from the towering city walls into the dense crowd below, and dozens of explosions rang out at almost the same time, and the surging crowd exploded in an instant, and the flames bloomed, and then countless pieces of flesh and blood rose into the sky with fragments of leather armor, dirt, and iron filings of weapons.

The charging waves were stunned in the first explosion, countless people slowed down, and some people saw something fall and smash not far away, and a companion was torn apart by the fire and qi waves at that moment, and the arm with armor fell on his face violently, and suddenly stopped.

Then a second sound fell not far from him, and it exploded, and the same person was lifted, and I don't know whose head and thigh fell to the ground, and the soldier swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and fear flooded his heart for the first time, and then a third..... Fourth Voice..... The successive explosions magnified the fear in his heart infinitely.

Then, when he saw something fall from above, before he could react in his mind, he felt as if he was flying, and in a flash, he saw a severed hand flying.

It seems to be my own......

"Firearms ...... of the Wu Dynasty"

Wanyan Zongwang actually lost his temper a few times in one morning, once upon a time, it only took one hour for the Jurchens to attack Beijing, and it only took two hours to attack Juyong Pass, but the Beijing division of the Wu Dynasty in front of him took more than a morning.

Then, there was a golden sound from the military formation, which was a signal to withdraw the troops.

"Father...."

With a fire in his heart, he rode his horse towards the back of the battle.

PS: I'll write here for the time being today, and I'll have to think about it later, so as not to write quickly and miss the plot, which will be bad. (To be continued.) )