The time agreed with He Renlong was coming, and the opportunity for the fight was fleeting, especially Chen Bao's cowardly death in battle completely aroused Zhang Shiwu's youthful passion.

"Strike--" Zhang Shiwu was on the war horse, amid the rumbling drums, and under the gaze of nearly ten thousand pairs of eyes on the city, his blood was boiling to the extreme. He suddenly raised the sword high and made a decision that he regretted.

When Yang Fan heard the rumble of the urging drum, he turned over and yelled: "No." He jumped up and rushed to the city wall, and opened his mouth in panic to reach out to the city, "Don't attack--" He wanted to try his best to stop Zhang Shoujie from attacking.

However, no one looked at him, and no one paid attention to the shouts of a small ward office and a hundred households.

Yes, the commanders' ranks are countless higher than this small hundred households. How can they care about the suggestion of a small guard? Looking at the battle formation that had already started, Yang Fan stretched out his hand, opened his mouth, and stood on the top of the city like a wooden sculpture. After a long time, he gave up helplessly, sat behind the female wall powerlessly, closed his eyes unbearably, and murmured in a low voice: "It's over, he's defeated."

He was defeated, Zhang Cunmeng shook his head helplessly, and then he could not help but watch his children rushing to the battlefield like a moth to the flame with a young and vigorous garrison.

It is impossible to stop, and it is not what you should do. Stop, offend at least three aspects.

First, guarding the Zhang family, second, county magistrate Liu, third, governor, such a thing is not difficult for him to make such a worldly sensible.

Although a group of brothers who followed the Zhang family were maintained by Zhang Yuan with family affection and caring, they were still a kind of pawns who achieved the Zhang family's own goals. If they died, the Zhang family might be sad, but their deaths were exchanged for their own loyalty to the court, and in fact, they were even more loyal to the Zhang family.

Zhang Yuan is no longer the simple businessman he used to be, nor is he the intention of avenging his father and son.

He had tasted the taste of power, which had been deeply imbued into his bones and melted into his blood. Now he just hopes to use the corpses of his children and the blood of the rural brave men of the refugees to change the color of his official robe and blood red color, and hopes that Leilei's bones will make his feet taller.

The county master could not afford to offend him. A seventh-rank civil servant killed himself and a fifth-rank surrendered general would not have any pity for him. The reason why he was relied on now is that he really had to rely on the blessing of the thief Lu Shi, which would make him use some use. When Lu Shi is wiped out, his fate would be impossible. Therefore, he cannot offend any capable boss. This is serious, let alone the governor of the hunting and maid side.

Seeing that the hairy child of Zhang family brought his army and gave up the support of the army on the city, he rushed towards his formation with passion. In the silence of the waist drum behind the entire team, Geng Kui sat upright at one end of the army formation, and a smiling flower suddenly bloomed on his serious cheeks. Haha, this kid was defeated.

When Lu Shi stood on the high enemy building, he saw the government army, led by a young and energetic general, and began to attack his military formation, he smiled disdainfully, turned around and smiled at the two little girls following behind him, clapping the dust in his hands and said, "Let's go back. There is nothing else to do here, I'm still busy." After that, he took the lead in going down the steep wooden ladder and went back to his big tent regardless.

There is no suspense about victory, and there is only a report on how many enemies are killed and injured. I don’t think this report will take place for too long.

"Kill--" The wind brought by the charge whistled across the young faces of every Zhang family's son, hot, but he never quenched his desire for fighting and his desire for victory.

The Zhang family army was angry by Chen Bao's killing. It was fine to die at the hands of a famous thief, but it was dead in the hands of five unknown soldiers. Only one of the five soldiers was injured by Chen Bao. This was an insult and a great humiliation. Chen Bao's death in the battle severely hit the morale of a group of officials and military households who had transformed into poles, but it further inspired the fighting spirit of the Zhang family army.

He avenged Chen Bao, charged forward, defeated his opponent, defeated the thieves with dignity and avenged them in one battle.

They have absolute confidence in a dignified battle, because if three thousand vs two thousand, the equipment is not different from the thieves, and their morale should be better than them. If they cannot win, there will be no law of nature.

The earth was shaking, the war drums were roaring, and the formation rushing forward was gone, but there was no sound of shouting for killing. Each brother of the Zhang family who charged was blood red, staring at the opponent's thief with gritted teeth and turned from slow to fast, and then rushed forward.

Geng Kui sat upright on the war horse, looking at the Zhang family army rolling in and murderous intent, squinted his eyes and silently counting the distance in his heart.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, arrived.

Without Geng Kui's order, the leader of the firearm battalion issued his own orders conscientiously. "Tiger Lord's Volunteer."

The tight flag gate was a bit, and the mighty tiger cannons revealed their hideous mouths on the battle formation.

As soon as the flag gate opened, the tiger lord appeared. Zhang Shiwu and Zhang Cunmeng, who were pressing the formation behind the formation, changed their faces at that time. A chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. The sunshine of the autumn tiger, which was originally powerful, instantly became like an ice plate, and the coldness was also sprinkled.

The thief has a longbow, they know that there is an elm spray, they know, but they never expected that the thief has a tiger lord, which is not affordable to cast even the Ming Dynasty. It is a combination of countless technological peaks. How can the thief be equipped? The flag door is open, not only there is a tiger lord, but also so many, rows, and looking around, there are as many as fifty thiefs.

Fifty masters, what kind of power is that? It is the power that destroys the world, and it is definitely something that the Zhang family army cannot resist.

Retreat, this is Zhang Shiwu's first idea, but looking at the Zhang family army formation that had already started running, it is impossible to stop now, and death and injury will inevitably be inevitable.

The brothers of the Zhang family who were charging forward certainly saw the tiger lord represented by the god of death. Their passion immediately became cold, as cold as the freezing point, and their excited and distorted faces were completely distorted by fear.

They stopped, turned around and ran, even if they did not receive the sound of the gongs to withdraw the troops, because they had no way to survive in front of the rows of tiger lords.

However, the damn inertia made the brothers behind push them forward and forward. At the same time, the commander of the treacherous had raised the flag and slashed it hard.

"Boom, Boom, Boom," the tiger lords blew out the flames of the God of Death, and a bunch of hot leads were like a group of grim grinning gods of death, and rushed into the dense enemy formation, immediately carrying a bunch of screams and blood.

The Zhang family army, which was charging forward in rows, suddenly hit a wall of iron, and was blasted into its fragile body by hot lead. Even if some children were equipped with excellent iron armor, the armor broke in an instant like waste paper. The lead after several heating times penetrated into the body, turning into liquid, tearing the bones, muscles, internal organs that they encountered, and then dissolved into the enemy's body. If it hit it, it would be almost unlucky.

One row fell down, and the other row was pushed up by the back again. At the same time, they also saw the opportunity. The blood screams of the brothers' robes made these young people forget their fear again. All they had aroused were hatred. They rushed forward and stepped on the bodies of their comrades and brothers, with red eyes and muffled sounds, and tried hard to speed up. They knew that the tiger lord was extremely powerful, but it took a while to load. As long as they seized this time and rushed into the artillery position, everything would be almost over.

However, this extremely short artillery space was immediately covered by the whistling giant arrows emitted by the whistling longbow, layer by layer, endless. Even the steel warriors would only be ruthlessly buried in such an endless rain of huge arrows.

There are too many, too terrifying. This is the sound of Zhang Shoubei's constant shouting in his heart. Everyone watching the battle in the city opened their mouths wide and could not make any sound.

I have long heard that the thief's long bow is extremely powerful, but that is just a rumor. In Pucheng, almost no one has ever experienced it. Now, the huge arrow that blocks the sun and suppresses the autumn wind has completely destroyed the will of almost everyone.

Zhang Cunmeng also opened his mouth wide. He had experienced the power of Lu Shi Changbow more than once, but every time he appeared, it gave him a brand new shock.

The longbow fire I originally remembered was just a burst of rapid shooting, and then it would stop, because the thieves lacked iron and sold iron accumulated, which was three times larger than ordinary thieves, were something that Lu Shi thieves could not and dared not waste.

But now, it was shot out like a lot of money, endlessly. The huge shadow of arrows completely covered the sun and completely covered the battlefield. Every warrior was honored to receive three or four long arrows, some more.

"Master Guard, please give orders to withdraw your troops." Zhang Cunmeng grabbed Zhang Shiwu, who was furious and shouted loudly.

The three thousand most powerful official troops include a thousand elite Zhang family, brothers who are not involved in mud, and children of landlords and officials who have deep hatred with Lu Shi. This is the foundation for the future confrontation with Lu Shi. You cannot sacrifice in vain to boost your momentum.

Without Zhang Shiwu's order to withdraw the troops, the three thousand children faced such a blow. They used to attack bravely, then slow down, and then fearlessly. Finally, they shouted and turned around and ran away. In those originally fierce faces, they were now full of fear and despair.

"Run? It's too late." Geng Kui laughed. He was in a good mood for this relaxed battle. At this time, he raised the banner and pushed down the fences on both sides of the camp. A sound of horse hooves like thunder came. Two teams of Dalang cavalry rushed out, like two huge iron pliers, clamping hard towards the Zhang family army that had begun to defeat.

"Crosscross." Someone saw the weapons in the hands of the flying thieves and cavalrymen, which shocked the audience at that time.

Yes, the crossbow, ten pieces of a single shot, and the extravagant steel arrows, like rain and hail, covered the Zhang family army again.

When the two teams of cavalry surrounded the Zhang family army that survived on the battlefield and the cavalry drew out their shiny sabers, Zhang Shiwu knew that he had completely failed, and the failure was like a gust of wind, and suddenly became a gathering and destroyed.

"Get back into the city quickly." Zhang Cunmeng pulled the horse and turned around and ran: "Don't let the thieves take the opportunity to break the city." This sentence completely reminded Zhang Shiwu, who still wanted to bring hundreds of personal soldiers around him to rescue the robes.
Chapter completed!