Nowadays, the summer is hot, and I wear very few clothes. Without the protection of clothes, when tung oil is poured on my skin, it feels like it has been boiled by hot water.
A burst of tung oil poured down, and the enemy's attack was quickly blocked. The Black Evil God shook his sleeves, his face gloomy. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would have been lying on the ground wailing like everyone else.
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"Brothers, don't stop, continue to attack the city, don't get together, I want to see how much tung oil they have available!"
The Black Evil God thought he was smart, but the attackers did not get together, and the offensive weakened instantly. What made the Black Evil God even more disappointed was that when the defenders on the city saw that the pressure was not great, they stopped pouring tung oil and began to pour tung oil on the city.
Throw a log below.
Next, once the Black Evil God gathered his hands, the hot tung oil poured down again.
"I can't believe it. A seven-foot man can't step on this broken shoe?"
After attacking the city for an hour, the Black Evil God was disgraced and suffered nearly a thousand casualties, so he had to order a temporary retreat.
At this time, Wang Ziyong was also a little bit stuck. He never thought in his wildest dreams that the small Daizhou City would be so difficult to conquer.
They captured Ningwuguan and Yanmenguan, a thousand-year pass. They overcame the most difficult road, but they stumbled in Daizhou City.
Wang Ziyong did not blame the Black Evil God. He watched the entire siege process from beginning to end. The Black Evil God attacked the city with all his might, but Daizhou City seemed to have been well prepared and commanded by experts.
If there are all the soldiers and horses, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses rush forward, and besieged on three sides, what does the small Daizhou City have to fear? No matter how well-prepared Daizhou City is, it will be nothing more than a chicken and a dog in front of an army of tens of thousands.
It's a pity that those bastards like Li Yangchun insist on robbing some Heavenly Mother jade.
Just when Wang Ziyong was at a loss what to do, two big men in well-dressed attire hurriedly came over. One of them was carrying a steel sword, and the other was carrying a long bow. They both had strong backs and strong waists, and they looked like mighty men at first glance.
They were the most capable generals under Wang Ziyong, Liu Guoneng who broke into the sky, and Li Wanqing who shot down the sky.
These two men were sworn brothers. During the battle, one was responsible for charging, and the other was responsible for covering and shooting from behind. They cooperated very well, so they were also called the "Two Generals of Tuantian".
Wang Ziyong has always relied heavily on these two people. Now seeing their hurried expressions, he felt bad in his heart.
"Leader Wang, just now, Li Yangchun and Zhang Damou got into a fight. Now their people are already fighting together. We need to make plans early!"
Sure enough, Liu Guoneng's first words were like a knife, stabbing Wang Ziyong hard in the heart.
Although they had long thought that those people would start a fight, they always took a chance and hoped that they would understand the general situation. But the development of facts proved that they had been stunned by the Heavenly Mother Divine Jade. It seemed that they were counting on Li Yangchun and others to support them.
It's no longer possible.
If we continue to attack Daizhou City, we might be able to capture it, but what should we do if officers and soldiers rush to help?
After thinking about it, Wang Ziyong unconsciously looked at Liu Guoneng next to him, "Old Liu, what do you think we should do now?"
Liu Guoneng cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, with all due respect, judging from the current situation, it is unlikely that we will clean up Daizhou. The plan for now is to return to Yanmen Pass as soon as possible. As long as Yanmen Pass is in our hands, we will
You can advance, attack, retreat or defend. If you continue to waste time in Daizhou, trouble may arise."
"Hey, that's all we can do, hateful Li Yangchun, son of a bitch Zhang Damou..."
Looking back at Daizhou City, Wang Ziyong felt a deep sense of unwillingness in his heart. He could have easily swept Daizhou, but because of Li Yangchun and Zhang Damou, he ultimately failed and lost nearly a thousand brothers.
Wang Ziyong withdrew as soon as he asked. As for Li Yangchun and Zhang Dashou, he didn't bother to notify them. He was already angry, so what should he do if he informed them? What's more, it would be useless to inform them. Those people no longer listened to Wang Ziyong's orders.
It is said that Wang Ziyu retreated for an hour, and after the army had marched less than fifty miles, he received bad news.
The troops of Datong Prefecture suddenly came out from the west of Shanyin and broke through Yanmen Pass.
This news was like a bolt from the blue, making Wang Ziyong dizzy. Continue to retreat, fight against the soldiers and horses of Datong Mansion, and retake Yanmen Pass?
Wang Ziyong can be regarded as a brave man, but he does not have the courage to fight with the soldiers and horses of Datong Mansion. The soldiers and horses of Datong Mansion and Xuan Mansion are not comparable to those of the guards.
The elite of the Nine Borders are affiliated with the Beijing Camp. These border troops often fight against the Tatars and Oaras, and their combat effectiveness is very strong. If they compete with the Datong Prefecture border troops at Yanmen Pass, they are looking for death.
The road to Yanmenguan is impassable, and there is only one road left, which is through Taihe Ridge.
In this way, more than 4,000 remaining soldiers under Wang Ziyong gave up their rest and quickly turned around and headed towards Taihe Ridge.
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Wang Ziyong's troops fled towards Taihe Ridge. At this time, Li Yangchun and Zhang Damou were also having a hard time. After a melee, both sides suffered heavy casualties.
But just as they approached Qingliang Mountain, a group of soldiers and horses came out from the forest on the high slopes. Then the rolling logs fell, and a large amount of flammable materials piled up into a hill. Almost in the blink of an eye, fires were ignited in front and behind, the fire was strong and the smoke was billowing.
Covered half the sky.
Accompanied by the fire, the ambush troops on both sides came out, arrows rained down, and people kept falling.
Nearly ten thousand soldiers and horses were concentrated on the mountain road less than five miles long. The crowds were crowded like a bloated snake. Facing the rain of arrows, they could only passively be slaughtered.
Dry hay piles were constantly thrown down, and the fire spread little by little. Arrows and fire formed a ruthless killing array.
Zhang Damou was so angry that he saw that the officers and soldiers were too cruel and wanted to burn them alive in Qingliang Mountain.
This is a holy land of Buddhism and the abode of gods, yet the other party dares to do such outrageous things.
No matter how surprised you are, the fact is happening right in front of you, you can’t help but believe it. More and more people were swallowed up by the fire. Li Yangchun roared angrily and looked at the high slopes on both sides with his scarlet eyes.
"Rush forward, we must rush forward, otherwise we will have to wait for death."
Rushing up against the rain of arrows without corresponding protection is almost tantamount to seeking death.
But Li Yangchun didn't have any good options. If he stayed on the mountain road, he would definitely die. If he could rush up, he would most likely survive.
Daizhou is a small city. Since the city needs to be defended, the number of ambush troops arranged in Qingliang Mountain must be limited.
Facts have proved that Li Yangchun was right. When the bandits charged towards the high slopes on both sides regardless of life and death, the ambush soldiers also began to panic. In this way, after suffering huge casualties, Li Yangchun and Zhang Damou's men finally escaped from Qingliang Mountain.
Looking back, looking at the Qingliang Mountain with thick smoke billowing, Li Yangchun and Zhang Damou looked at each other, as if they had agreed upon it, and no one mentioned the Heavenly Mother Jade again.