Zhang Jin glanced at Zhang Yan and saw that Zhang Yan was fine. He had no time to say anything and threw the charcoal on the already lit firewood. He started reading the novel and then poured a basin of kerosene on it. There was a loud "coax" and a huge roar.

The flames rose, Zhang

Jin got closer, and the fire bloomed in front of her. She quickly backed away, but her entire face was blackened, and the hair on her forehead rolled up. At this time, how could she still recognize a beautiful beauty? A bastard.

The black boy.

Zhang Jin coughed twice and saw that the coal was burning red. He immediately ordered the soldiers to get a shovel and throw the red test under the city wall.

After a burst of intensive shooting by the Hu people, a large number of Hu people had installed ladders on the city wall, and a large number of soldiers rushed up. At this time, the shooting like locusts had stopped.

The soldiers did not dare to hesitate, and immediately followed Zhang Jin's order and threw the red-hot tester down the tower.[

The barbarians below the city were horrified. Before the coal touched their bodies, the scorching heat wave hit them: "Bang, bang, bang!" The coal fell on the ladder and slid down the ladder. When it touched the skin of the Hu soldiers, it suddenly burned.

The soldiers of the Hu army could not bear the high temperature of the charcoal. They trembled and fell from a high place. When they landed on the ground, they touched the hot temptations that fell to the ground again, and suddenly they howled again.

Hearing the miserable howls below the city tower, the panic in the hearts of the Black Mountain Army officers and soldiers slightly subsided, and they became more diligent in transporting coal on the city wall.

Upon seeing this, the eldest prince of the Hu people quickly ordered the soldiers to withdraw. At this time, large amounts of hot coal were continuously thrown from the gaps in the crenellations on the city wall. It was almost impossible for the soldiers to rush up to the city wall. Moreover, the city wall was scratched by the hot coal, and the city wall

There was also a burst of heat, even though the soldiers climbed up to the top of the city

, but could not withstand the scalding heat of the city head. They either fell from mid-air, or fell on the city head and were killed by the Montenegrin army. Especially at the city gate, a large amount of hot coal was thrown down, although there was no

The sky was filled with flames, but the white color emanating from the red color was heart-stopping.

The city gate was covered with a thick layer of dirt, and coal was constantly being thrown down from above. If the army wanted to reach the city gate, it would be impossible to sweep away the coal and then break through the door.

In desperation, the eldest prince could only withdraw his troops.

When the Montenegrin soldiers at the city gate saw the Hu troops withdrawing, they all shouted with joy, and each one of them cheered loudly on the city wall.

Zhang Yan and Zhang Jin also breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distance, Zhang Jia learned that Zhang Yan and Zhang Jin actually made the Hu people return without success, and used the heating objects in the people's homes to repel the enemy, and secretly admired him.

Let us also say that after the Hu prince withdrew his army, he anxiously discussed with the tribal leaders, and the atmosphere in the camp was solemn.

A leader of a small tribe requested that the entire army attack at the same time. With the strongest strength of the Hu people, Yanmen Pass would definitely be captured. As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire camp became more solemn.

In the battle just now, not many Hu soldiers died, but an astonishing 5,000 people were injured. Most of the soldiers suffered from burns, some only had a scar on their body, but many soldiers had large areas of burns on their bodies. At this time, the wounded barracks

The injured screamed in pain, and the morale of the entire army was extremely low.

It is inevitable for a general to die before the battle, but if only a soldier from his own tribe dies, then no one can accept it. However, no one from the Moore tribe died at this time. Even though the tribal generals knew that Molda was not partial, they still felt depressed in their hearts.
Chapter completed!