This attack damaged Fengyulou's vitality. After retreating again, he failed to organize a second attack for a while.

Xia Ao patrolled back and forth at the person injured by the bomb, suppressing his emotions in his heart and not forcibly attacking him.

He knew very well that after these two attacks, the confidence that Fengyulou had built up was once again completely destroyed.

He raised his head and looked at the top of the long stairs.

Feng Wuyou was still standing there, looking at the war below with a calm expression, no different from every time he looked at her before.

This woman... his eyes narrowed, and once again had a full understanding of Feng Wuyou in his heart.

This woman must die! Xia Ao had the fullest understanding of Feng Wuyou at this moment.

If she does not die, it will become the biggest obstacle for him to unify the world and regain the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Young God Lord..." Seeing Xia Ao walking by, everyone in Fengyu Tower saluted him with difficulty.

Xia Ao has not been here for a long time, but they are both respectful and afraid of this young god.

Seeing him coming at this time, they were afraid that Xia Ao would still ask them to charge in this situation, and also afraid of Xia Ao's own pressure. Everyone was worried.

"Get rest first."

Xia Ao waved his hand and asked them to sit down: "The charge will be left to the next wave of people."

The long steps are narrow, and it is impossible to charge together, so there is naturally a sequence.

After them, there are people who will replace them in the second and third rounds.

"Young Lord, Feng Wuyou has..." The capable subordinates around him expressed their anxiety worriedly.

They all know the lethality of gunpowder jars.

In the wilderness, they use this thing a lot to hunt, or use it to deal with those wild people.

They all know the advantages and disadvantages of gunpowder jars.

Unfortunately, the long-stage terrain in front of you is the best place to exert the power of gunpowder jars.

If not, they wouldn't have used gunpowder jars to open the way.

But I didn't expect that Feng Wuyou could actually figure out a way to resolve the power of the gunpowder jar.

But now Feng Wuyou has this thing in his hands, which is a big bad for them.

Their offensive route is concentrated on the long-range level... The forests on both sides have been blown up in a mess and are not suitable for attack at all.

If they really walked on both sides, just paying attention to their feet would have to spend a lot of energy, and then dealing with arrows shot from above, they would simply send themselves as a target.

Moreover, their number is far from too many to the extent that even if it is dispersed enough, it can pose a threat to the above.

Once attacking from a long-level level, such a dense number of people is simply the best time to use gunpowder jars.

Feng Wuyou's people are condescending, even if they just throw them away, they will probably cause them to be killed.

In this way, wouldn’t it be a dead end?

Everyone in charge of the second wave of offensive was full of charm.

It is their turn to attack, and it is impossible for them not to attack.

But the people above had gunpowder jars, and they were destined to die.

I clearly know that I am dying, but I have to go. This must be the most tragic thing in my life.

Xia Ao walked up to these people and saw what they were thinking.

As soon as he stopped, the people immediately tense up their nerves.

"This attack, I will take the lead in my own hands!"

With just one sentence, the morale was raised in an instant.

All the people from Fengyu Tower looked up, their eyes were filled with a little more spirit, and they all looked at Xia Ao.

Xia Ao smiled slightly, full of heroic spirit: "I am making a bet with you..." "I am betting... They have no gunpowder jar!"

Yan Lin repelled this wave of offensives. Qian Xin and others saw clearly on the top of the mountain, applauding Yan Lin, and laughing at the frustrated appearance of the Fengyu Tower, but suddenly saw that, I don’t know what happened. The Fengyu Tower’s momentum was suddenly boosted, and almost in a flash, they arranged the attacking formation again.

"Empress..." Qianxin suddenly became nervous: "Why did they recover so quickly?"

She thought that after being hit like this, it would take at least an hour for these people to recover.

But now, only about half an hour has passed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Wuyou's eyes.

She looked down at the bottom intently and saw a familiar figure standing in front of everyone.

After nearly two days of battle, Feng Wuyou naturally recognized this figure and knew that it was Xia Ao, the coach of Fengyu Tower, and the only bloodline that Xia Pingning still lives in the world.

Seeing him walking to the forefront of everyone, Feng Wuyou's eyes showed a few admiration: "This Xia Ao is very swaying like a general."

Under such a dilemma, even though they knew they might have gunpowder jars, they dared to lead the way. This courage alone was extremely rare.

Not to mention, his move also cleared the depressedness of the Fengyu Tower after the setback and once again increased his morale.

Feng Wuyou believed that he would do such a thing, not with his temporary courage, but with his clear understanding of the consequences he would have.

If Xia Ao was really born in the imperial family, he would be a good master for the emperor.

It's just a pity... she smiled slightly.

Current affairs in the world are one time, one time, another time.

Now that she is no longer the world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yan Yun, who is also standing on this land, how could she make Xia Ao so easy to ask for whatever he wants?

"He guessed we had no gunpowder jars."

Feng Wuyou said lightly.

As Xia Ao said to the people in Fengyulou, their gunpowder jars were only enough to carry out such a counterattack once.

They didn't catch many jars, and if they wanted to shock the people in Fengyulou and defeat them in one fell swoop, they would have to use them all to cause enough damage to them and psychological suppression on them.

Xia Ao is not only not stupid and brave, but also meticulous.

He is not a leader, nor is he willing to spare his life.

He knew clearly that the people above could no longer cause too much harm to him, so he jumped out to boost morale and to give them another sense of existence in the hearts of these people.

This person's shrewdness is far better than this person's courage.

Qianxin was immediately anxious when he heard this: "What should I do?"

The people from Fengyu Tower have already guessed that they have no gunpowder jars, so wouldn’t it be difficult to fight the next battle?

Thinking of it, I unconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked down.

In fact, she didn't need to stand on tiptoe at all. She could see clearly from top to bottom.

Among so many people, she could tell at a glance which one was Yan Lin.

However, Yan Lin was concentrating at this time and could not notice the gaze behind him at all.

"Worried?"

Feng Wuyou asked with a smile.

"Empress!"

Qianxin stomped her feet. When has it been? Feng Wuyou still had the heart to make jokes about her.

"This game is not easy to fight."

Feng Wuyou said indifferently: "But don't worry, tell Yan Lin that if you can't stop it, retreat to the second line of defense."

The defense line is never used to defend.

If you can't hold on, you will retreat.

If you retreat, it doesn’t mean you have to retreat to the end.

Seeing the right opportunity, it’s time to take it back.

Just like Yan Lin retreated to the second line of defense in the forest before, but when he turned around, he would go back?

Feng Wuyou's understatement easily soothes Qianxin. Although she is still involved in the war, she is inexplicably not as anxious as she seems.

"I ordered people to send a message!"

She immediately called Yun Wei to come over and asked him to convey Feng Wuyou's order to Yan Lin.

"You won't go by yourself?"

Feng Wuyou smiled.

Qianxin gave Feng Wuyou a blank look, looking like Feng Wuyou didn't understand her very much: "My battlefield is right next to the Empress. I will be wherever the Empress is!"

This was what she made up her mind from the beginning.

Compared to Feng Wuyou's safety, everything else is no longer so important.

Feng Wuyou felt warm, and reached out and grabbed Qianxin's hand, patted it gently: "Don't worry, I'm lucky, I won't die so easily."
To be continued...