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Chapter 585 Son, live well

Shenjiaji Wharf.

Fish library.

Countless soldiers were holding shields and swords and guns in a row.

The fight outside was still in full swing.

Hundreds of trenchers tilted turbulence bombs and large stones towards the city wall.

The heavy arrows shot out from the crossbow on the earthen mountain are like meteors that cut through the night sky.

More shot light arrows are dense!

On the top of the city, there was a sound of thunder.

Thousands of bandits have climbed up first.

The lit tincture oil, the hot gold juice, and the huge rocks rolled down.

On the city and under the city, there are casualties and injuries.

Lu Dajiang patted Chen Tiezhu, Chen Tieshan's shoulder, and his face was solemn.

"No matter how lively the fight is, it is a feint!"

"It depends on you to take down Shen Family Ji."

Shen Tieshan patted the iron armor.

"Brother, don't worry!"

"Thirty thousand iron armored soldiers broke into the city."

"We two brothers can't take Shen Jiaji."

"It's better to buy a piece of tofu and kill it!"

Chen Tieshan was not good at speaking, but just nodded fiercely.

Lu Dajiang laughed wildly.

"What are you talking about if you die?"

"Take Shen Family Ji, the three of us brothers will leap on the sea and make the sky fly high!"

"A great day is still coming!"

"Set off!"

"Abide by the order!"

Near the south gate of Shenjiaji.

The doors of a warehouse that emits a strong fishy smell are locked.

The battle is in full swing.

Who is still guarding a broken warehouse?

However, a pile of soldiers in the warehouse had already poured out.

The iron column passing through the tunnel was in a deep voice.

"Eight hundred people have arrived."

“There’s nowhere to be so much in the yard.”

"Tieshan, you will lead five hundred people to the east, and I will go west."

"Take Xiaonan Street first!"

Chen Tieshan nodded and smiled grimly.

"good!"

"Wushan, come with me."

"Bang!"

The thick wooden door broke open from the inside.

The two teams of soldiers ran wildly.

The sermon yelled with a lantern.

"Who are you...?"

"Swish swish swish!"

A row of arrows burst into pieces.

Six patrolmen fell to the ground.

A village soldier who was not dead in the chest held a wooden hammer with difficulty and knocked on the ground-falling gong one by one.

“When… when…”

The third sound was not yet heard.

His head was cut off by Shen Tieshan.

"Hurry up, fight out!"

The sound of warning gongs alarmed more patrols.

"There are thieves who make trouble!"

"Dangdangdang..."

"Go to Xiaonan Street..."

The first batch of iron armored soldiers who entered the Shen family were selected from thousands of choices.

Which of them did not crawl out of the dead?

Ordinary village soldiers are no match for these hell demons at all.

Soon, Xiaonan Street fell.

Xiheng Street was lost.

South Street Avenue was lost half.

Chen Ang on the top of the city immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"This is not a mess!"

"That's the thief, it's the thief who came into the city."

"Quickly, use the reserve army to suppress it!"

Unfortunately, there are more and more bandits and soldiers.

The equipment is no worse than the soldiers in Shenjiaji Township, and the courage is better than that.

Chen Yi, who had just returned to the Shen family compound to rest, walked out of the door.

"What's going on?"

"Xiheng Street? Where did the firelight come from?"

"Report!"

A cavalry came on horseback, sweating all over his head.

"General, there are bandits and soldiers... who break into Xiaonan Street."

“It’s authentic!”

What?

Chen Yi's face turned pale and his body couldn't help but shake.

"Little...Xiaonan Street?"

"Do you know where the entrance is?"

"Report!" The second whistle driver also arrived.

"General, the authenticity is in the fish reservoir of Shen Qian's family."

"The enemy is full of armored soldiers, please transfer heavy crossbows and cavalry!"

Chen Yi took over the war horse led by his personal soldiers and flew up.

"Go away, transfer the heavy rider to the Ministry of Revenue."

The bandits' offensive was very fierce.

All around Xiaonan Street has fallen.

They climbed up the roof and shot arrows from a high place.

Chen Yi's heavy cavalry was also blocked by the opponent's armor-breaking arrows and bed crossbows.

There were considerable casualties.

There are too many streets and alleys in the city.

For the bandits, when they climb over the roof, there are breakthroughs everywhere.

For the defenders, half of their troops were still on the city wall.

As long as the tunnel is clear, there will be continuous entry into the city.

One hour later.

Chen Ang ran over panting.

The bad news he brought made Chen Yi feel like a basin of ice water in his head, freezing from head to toe.

"Brother Yi, the turbulence bomb transportation channel is broken."

"The bandits attacking the warehouse area... are no less than three thousand."

The sulphur bomb is flammable and explosive, so how can it be stored at will?

It’s not OK to get close to the city wall!

The defenders cut off the sulphur bomb, which means that both hands were cut off?!

"Brother!"

A servant came quickly in a wheelchair.

Chen Zhongxin sat upright on it, his face pale and his ambition was stern.

"asshole!"

"What are you still hesitating?"

"Don't you still break through from the North City with all your troops?"

"The attack inside and outside is too small, and the horse is too scarce. Can you defend it? Ah?"

Breakthrough?

Chen Yike never thought of highlighting Shenjiaji.

He had long planned to die with the city.

"father!"

"What's the breakout?"

"My son... was born in Shenjiaji, died... and died here."

die?

It's not your turn, a bastard!

Chen Zhongxin gave Chen Ang a faint look.

Chen Ang understood it, so he took a step forward and lifted Chen Yi's helmet from behind.

"Bang!"

Cut one palm on the back of the neck.

Chen Yi's eyes turned pale and he fell down softly.

Chen Zhongxin walked back in a wheelchair by himself.

"An'er, take the dolls away!"

"The bandits... will not implicate their families."

"What Lu Dajiang likes is the silver in the cellar."

Chen Ang fell to the ground with a thump.

"Uncle II, please come with us too!"

Chen Zhongxin didn't look back even when he was in the face.

"It's enough to have a burden on you, Brother Yi."

"Why do you have to add more me?"

"The bandits dug four or five miles of tunnels, but we knew nothing."

"This matter is unrelated to your third uncle."

"All of you are unfilial descendants!"

"Go, hurry up!"

"Luo Yuan, you get out too!"

"I'll go back by myself!"

The Shen family's mansion is not far away.

When Chen Zhongxin's wheelchair is stuck in front of the ladder.

More than a dozen old hands reached out.

A clan elder smiled bitterly.

"Second, not only the third brother is a sinner."

"We have been all these years!"

"It's too late to regret now."

"A saving of five hundred years is more than 15 million taels of silver."

"What's the point of keeping it?"

The old men worked together to lift Chen Zhongxin's wheelchair.

Another clan old gritted his teeth.

"Yes, it would be better to buy armor from Chen Lin at the beginning."

"The iron-armored soldiers who have expanded his 100,000 to 80,000."

"Where is there any room for arrogance like Lu Dajiang?"

"never mind!"

"We're here."

"If you can't walk, then I'll be with you!"

"Second, what are you going to do?"

Chen Zhongxin laughed.

"I'm in the room, and there are a hundred turbulent bombs piled up!"

"Since everyone is guilty, you might as well make the sin bigger."

"You said, if this ancestral home is burned out."

"Look back, when you get underground, will your ancestors scold us?"

A bunch of old guys suddenly became energetic and started busy.

"Haha, my ancestors only praised us and did a good job!"

"What's this called? Destroy the enemy together, without leaving any tiles, at least it's a bit of character!"

...

The fire suddenly rose.

The surging flames rolled towards the curtains, windows, and roofs...

More than a dozen old men held hands and laughed in the sea of ​​fire.

Chen Zhongxin murmured in tears.

"Son... well... live!"


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