The air in the wasteland grew colder and colder.

The surface of the white lips is covered with dry cracks.

Feather held the arm of the bow handle, shivering slightly in the cold air.

He pursed his chapped white lips, and his original yellowish face was covered with a pale color.

Ignoring his cracked fingers, he forced the longbow to fill its strings.

The tip of the arrow resting on the bow had a dark sheen.

The arrows were facing the siege soldiers outside Ningchuan, who were dripping water.

In the edge of the river that surrounds the slab wall, iron nails and wooden thorns hidden in clear water are exposed in the gray sky.

The foot soldiers who rushed to the front, surrounded by anti-ladder soldiers and broad shields in their hands, did not notice the threat in the water at first.

Until the blood stained the clear water, and the wounded soldiers curled up and fell in the not-so-deep river.

The siege soldiers began to pay attention to the dangers in the water.

The first to rush to the bank of the river, the overseers of each group urged the soldiers who carried the shields to drag away the iron nails buried in the wet soil with the edge of the shield, and provoked the sharp wooden spikes of the pestle in the river with their swords.

The river is getting deeper, the whole body is thick, and the soldiers who shrank their heads into the water are difficult to rely on visual inspection to remove the traps in the water.

Every now and then, someone will still step on a wooden spike or an iron nail.

The screams continued, and people continued to fall into the water.

But no one backed back.

The water in the river channel is even more turbid.

When the soldiers who rushed to the front had reached the center of the moat.

The muddy water reached the waists of many chieftains.

Stand on the edge of the slab wall. The feathers of the bowstring were drawn, and the chapped lips were grinned.

He dissected the yellowed teeth, and his bloodshot eyes revealed ruthlessness and ferocity.

In the fierceness, there is still a trace of hesitation.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With a fierce face and hesitant eyes, he peeled off the feathers and released the bowstring.

Arrows of detachment pierced the wind, stabbing with a sharp sound.

The arrow, which was all black, slid over a distance, and then slashed diagonally above a wide shield.

The arrow landed on the visor. Breathable crevices.

The arrow pierced one of the pawns in the face. embedded in flesh-and-blood bones.

The soldier screamed and fell on his back into the water.

Guarding the board wall, the thousand soldiers who had already drawn the bowstring were all loosened with the feathers.

More than 1,000 arrows. Dense as a torrential rain. Fast as the wind.

The rain of arrows fell on the soldiers walking in the water. Fell to the soldiers who were parked on the shore.

Most of the arrows landed on the broad shield and armor.

A large number of arrows pierced into the flesh.

A large number of soldiers. Fell in a rain of arrows.

No one retreated, and the besieging soldiers followed one after the other in a rain of arrows.

They no longer tried to remove the nails or thorns from the water, but braved the rain of arrows.

Dead people, soon fill the bottom of the river.

The living, stepping on the dead corpses and resisting the wooden ladders full of arrows, rushed towards the board wall.

In two rows of alternate rows, nearly 2,000 archers, the skin on the index finger and thumb of the right hand of the string were cracked.

Standing on the edge of the wall, he kept pulling the bowstring, and no one replaced the feather, and his right hand was already drenched in blood.

After losing nearly 400 soldiers, the siege of the city finally rushed to the bottom of the wall.

After losing 700 soldiers, a slave soldier who resisted the wooden ladder finally rushed to the bottom of the board wall.

After losing nearly a thousand soldiers, a slave soldier finally began to climb along the wooden ladder.

After losing nearly 2,000 soldiers, a slave soldier finally climbed the wall.

At the board wall that was climbed by the slave soldiers, Liu Jun and the slave soldiers began hand-to-hand combat.

More and more chieftains climbed the wall.

The rain of arrows shooting outside the slab wall became more and more sparse.

The river channel surrounding the slab wall was already full of siege chieftains.

In Liu Junzhong, the twenty soldiers guarding the gate lifted the iron lid on the copper-plated bucket.

Twenty soldiers of Liu poured the pitch-black fuel oil from the bucket into the water flowing through the gate.

On the board wall, Peel Feather commanded a thousand foot soldiers with shields and spears, passed through the orderly retreating archers, and pounced on the chiefs who had already climbed the board wall.

Among the retreating bow strokes, except for the five hundred people who had already been screened out and were the most skilled in bow skills.

The rest of the archers threw down their bows and picked up the iron shields and spears that had been prepared.

Above the city tower, Yougen lowered his head and looked at the two sides in the fierce battle, and the fighting gradually became white-hot.

He looked at the feathers in his camp, with a shield in one hand and a steel spear in the other, surrounded by his own guards, rushing to the front.

He frowned, his face worried.

He tightened the shaft of the iron sword, and looked hesitantly at the large number of soldiers in various colors of armor still running towards the wall on the wasteland.

Yougen gritted his teeth and urged Gangyuan in his body.

Brilliant golden flames spread out of his body, crawling all over the brute tiger armor worn on his body, and the red cloak that hung on his back.

Four miles away from the board wall, Xu Ruo, who was standing with a sword, swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

He stared at Yougen standing on the castle tower, and never looked away.

When he saw that Yougen's body was crawling with golden flames, Xu Ruo only felt that there was a huge hand, and he grabbed the weak viscera in his body.

A flush welled up from his face, and the blood stains that had spilled out of the seven orifices were scattered in the cyan wind.

He tightened the spiral hilt of his saber and surged into the sky.

He rushed towards Ning Chuan, rushed to the board wall that was crawling with chieftains.

He was staring at the wall, hesitating, and suddenly heard a hissing in his ears.

His eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at the place where the wind was blowing.

He saw the blue light running towards the board wall, and saw Xu Ruo in the blue light.

He rushed out of the city tower and greeted Xu Ruo.

The golden flame and the blue light met in mid-air.

A sword slashed at Xu Ruo, and the brilliant golden flame surrounding his body suddenly turned into a thousand golden lights.

A dazzling sun illuminated the gloomy wasteland under the dark clouds.

On the Guan knife carrying Jin Yuan, there was a continuous strong knife energy, sweeping away the cold and humidity in the air.

And Xu Ruo, who was facing the strength of the sword and Jin Yuan, did not feel the slightest warmth and warmth.

With a solemn face, he lifted his long sword and held it diagonally in front of him.

The sword slashed at the protective aura curtain that surrounded Xu Ruo.

The aura curtain that Xu Ruo had formed with all his might immediately shattered into pieces.

The blade covered with golden flames landed on Indigo's sword.

The long sword was broken into several pieces, and the offensive of the sword was slightly reduced.

Xu Ruo took the opportunity to retreat.

The blade slashed across his chest first.

Pierced the silver breastplate.

Blood splattered from the wounds, like lava spewing out of the ground, conveys a hot temperature.

Xu Ruo's face was withered, but he clenched his teeth.

The Gangyuan around him collapsed, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

The sound of the fight coming from below became clearer and clearer.

Seeing that Yougen lifted the Guan knife and stood still in mid-air.

The unwillingness in his heart aroused the surge of blood, and a warm current suddenly gushed out of Xu Ruo's body, and the warm current flowed through his limbs.

The green glow that had been dissipated lit up again from his eyes. (To be continued......)

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