Chapter 202 Who still walks on their feet these days?

"What's going on?! What happened outside the city?!"

Shaharul's face was extremely shocked when he heard the sound.

You know, he is not wandering outside now, but inside the Royal Palace of Bhutan.

Central Asia is a vast and sparsely populated place, so the capital city of Samarkand occupies an extremely vast area. From the royal palace to the outermost city wall, the distance between these two points is at least more than ten kilometers in straight line terms.

From such a long distance, the killing cry could be heard so clearly. How could it not frighten Shaharul?

Because of this intensity of sound, unless there were hundreds of thousands of troops attacking the city outside the city at this moment, it would never have spread so far.

"There is an army attacking the city?! Is it a military remonstrance?!"

Shaharul's first thought was that someone was rebelling.

After all, the Ming Dynasty is so far away, even if he were killed, he would not even think that this was the arrival of the Ming Dynasty army.

The three Red Moon Bishops sitting in front of Shaharu also frowned, obviously they did not expect such a sudden appearance.

They had obviously just teleported the main force to Jiayuguan through secret methods, and now the city was empty.

"Go and ask Tandin what's going on?"

The white-bearded bishop named Philip looked at one of the wizards and said.

"Um."

One of the other two stood up, and his body instantly twisted on the spot, as if it was sucked into the void and disappeared.

This is one of the witchcrafts of the Red Moon Sect, which is to change one's appearance.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. With Paladin Tandin and his Third Order of Paladins guarding the capital, there won't be any problems in Samarkand."

Bishop Philip pinched his white beard and said confidently.

Although he was also surprised by the movement outside, his subconscious did not feel that anything big had happened.

Shaharul glanced at Philip who was calm and composed, and nodded with a smile on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking MMP, and he greeted the nineteen generations of Philip's ancestors seventy, eight, or ninety times.

I want to make fun of your uncle! Just because you said it’s okay, it’s okay? This is not your family! Of course you don’t think it matters! If something happens, why don’t you just throw away your hands and run away?! What will I do?!

At this time, Shaharul felt very nervous and had an intuition that a disaster was imminent.

If the capital city of Samarkand was overthrown, judging from the fate of my lame father at the hands of the Ming army, I, the new Timur of Bhutan, would probably end up no better than the lame man.

Even if the head is not chopped off, the neck wiping procedure is probably indispensable.

Thinking of this, the regret in Shaharul's heart rose again. If he had known that coming to the capital to be a Bhutanese would be so frustrating and miserable, it would be better to go back to the countryside and work in the fields.

At this time.

Samarkand, outside the extremely wide continuous city wall.

There were tens of thousands of artillery pieces, and the artillery fire was in full swing. The overwhelming artillery shells seemed to be free of charge, and they were firing at the city wall of Samarkand without limit.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

"Adjust the rifling for me!"

"Hit his second uncle!"

This time, Tao Chengdao personally followed the Shenji Battalion on the expedition.

I saw Tao Wanhu walking up and down in front of the artillery array, guiding the sergeants of the Shenji Battalion from time to time to ensure that every artillery shell could hit the city wall of Samarkand accurately.

Looking from a distance, there is half an upside-down red light curtain in front of the city wall, blocking the roaring artillery fire.

With each round of artillery fire, the red light curtain trembled crazily.

It is obvious that at this frequency of bombardment, this red light curtain will not be able to hold on for long and will be shattered sooner or later.

At this time, Zhu Di and Lan Yu were riding behind the artillery array.

The horses they ride are of the same type and color, but are slightly different in structure.

Lan Yu is one of the top coaches in the Ming Dynasty at the moment. Of course, the horse he rides is an absolutely top-notch horse, a serious and bloody horse.

However, his eyes were still full of jealous anger. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the 'good horse' Zhu Di was riding, and he felt a resentment in his heart. He made up his mind to ask His Majesty the Emperor to give him one when he returned.

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In fact, Zhu Di himself did not expect that the good horse given to him by His Majesty the Emperor would actually be a winged one.

When he got the horse, the moment he saw the horse spread its wings, his whole body suddenly turned to stone.

It's simply awesome and cool.

It's like when you just go out and someone gives you a car, and then a big guy with scissor doors, Zhu Laosi's mood is similar to that.

"Instruct all battalions to prepare to attack the city."

Zhu Di raised his hand and issued a military order.

At the same time, he did not forget to touch the wings of the horse he was riding.

"Don't move."

Zhu Gaoxu, who was beside Zhu Di, reached out curiously to touch the feathers on the horse's wings, but was directly scolded back by Zhu Laosi with a sharp look.

There was a 'pop' sound.

Then another backhand slap hit the face of the arrogant layman who also wanted to straighten his wings.

The arrogant layman covered his face in confusion, with a look of reluctance on his face, thinking why his second brother was always scolded and I was slapped.

Lan Yu glanced at Zhu Di and his son, curled her lips in disdain, then looked at an adopted son beside her, and also passed on her attack order.

This army looks like a large group gathered together, but it is actually divided into two groups.

One group is composed of the northern army that Zhu Di gathered before and the soldiers who retreated from Jiayuguan, and the other group is the cavalry obtained by Lan Yu integrating the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

When setting off, the two armies were marching together, but in fact the military orders came from Zhu Di and Lan Yu respectively.

Both of them are famous generals in the world, and they can see the current fighting opportunities at a glance.

The inverted red curtain of the capital city of Timur's Empire in front of us is almost unable to hold up.

Once the light curtain is shattered, tens of thousands of artillery fire will be unleashed on the city wall in an instant. Based on the city wall's ability to withstand, it is estimated that it will collapse directly after three to five rounds of bombing.

When the city wall collapses, it's time to launch a general offensive.

After giving the order, Zhu Di looked to the left a hundred meters away, where there was a special team led by Xiao San.

What this team is wearing is not the armor of ordinary soldiers, but they are all wearing the uniforms of Xuantian Prison.

For this battle, more than 170 supervisors who had obtained the power of the world spirit all went to the battlefield.

Of course, they all forcibly refined the first wave of world spirit origins, and their strength basically reached the realm of god transformation, corresponding to the B-level strength of the Red Moon Sect.

Shi Hao, Tang Yi and Ye Fanchen are among them.

This group of people are not here to fight for their lives.

It's more of a trial, to experience what it means to be on the thin line between life and death, so that their potential can be stimulated instead of just talking on paper.

Beside Xiao San, Lin Dong and Han Buli stood half a foot in the air.

"I asked you two, can you be more down-to-earth?"

Xiao San glanced at Lin Dong and Han Buli, wishing he could give these two guys a kick.

Ever since these two people reached the stage of refining the void and were able to walk in the air, whenever they were in front of Xiao San, they had never been seen with their feet on the ground, and they were always half a foot off the ground.

"Who still walks on their feet these days?"

Lin Dong chuckled.

"Yes, walking is too troublesome. People at our level use flying."

Han Buli also laughed.

"You two are just quarreling, and one day I have to hang you two up and beat you up."

Xiao San glanced at these two guys, smiled bitterly and gritted his teeth.

Then he took a deep breath and spoke.

"Thanks to His Majesty's grace, you two are currently the strongest. If someone of equal strength appears in a while, you must hold them back and not let them interfere with the army's attack."

Xiao San said in a condensed voice.

"Um."

When it came to business, Lin Dong and Han Buli also became serious and nodded.

The two of them originally planned to go to the Western World. Since they encountered this battle, they had to finish it first before going.

Both of their eyes were focused on the city wall, where stood a tall man of about two meters tall, covered in bright silver armor and with a full beard, scanning the battlefield.

On the walls of Samarkand.

Paladin Tandin frowned with thick eyebrows, and a pair of brown eyes scanned the entire battlefield back and forth.
To be continued...