There was a scream in the city, and the slaves fled in all directions. The bandits standing at the bottom of the bamboo ladder jumped down and ran for their lives. Some of the slaves who reacted quickly picked up the cylinder and threw it around. A cylinder flew straight towards Xiaowazi and his group, bang.
A sound fell a few steps away, and white smoke hissed out from the small hole in the bamboo tube.
A group of boy soldiers screamed and dispersed. The little kid pulled over the upright door panel and lay on the ground, letting the door panel cover his body at an angle.
The continuous explosions were like the densest firecrackers at the end of the year. The roaring sound continuously hit the little kid's eardrums, and the door panel was pounding and vibrating slightly.
The little kid lay on the ground gasping for breath and shaking his head vigorously. The ringing in his ears had just subsided a little, when there was another roar not far away. I don't know which section was bombed again.
There was a scream outside the door panel. The little kid rolled out from under the door panel and looked up. On the left side, amid the white smoke, he could vaguely see a row of bamboo ladders swaying this way and that. There were many servants lying in various places at the base of the city wall.
The ground was rolling and howling, and the remaining bandits on the bamboo ladder were frightened and all slid down the bamboo ladder.
A bamboo ladder in the distance broke with a click on the right side, and then collapsed to the right. The elder at the top screamed in panic, and the round shield and waist knife flew into the air, and quickly hit the ground along with the bamboo ladder, sending the white smoke from that section away.
They all flew apart after being hit.
The black boy was howling not far away. The little boy went over to see his injury, but he couldn't hold him down at all. He called two of his companions back and it took the three of them to hold down the hands of the black boy. His head was still there.
They kept swinging and trying desperately to raise their arms. The three of them tried their best to suppress it.
There were two black things stuck in his face, one of which was stuck in his eye. There was a bloody hole on his cheek. The teeth inside had gone somewhere, leaving only broken gums, which were gurgling from the bloody hole.
Bleeding.
The little boy looked at his body and saw that there were at least two or three wounds. He freed up one hand to grab the tail end of something. The little boy put some force and the thing immediately broke away.
"It turned out to be a nail."
The little kid held the thing in front of him. It was a short iron nail. It didn't look like it could nail anything, because it was too short. If it hadn't hit his face, it probably wouldn't have caused much trauma.
Such short nails may have been specially made for this big firecracker. There were at least dozens of them inside. Only the wound on his cheek should be something of another shape. When the little kid opened the boy's mouth, it was too
Didn't find that thing.
The city was full of writhing bandits, and the servants who had fled were hiding twenty steps away, and did not dare to approach the city for a while.
The people at the top of the city took this opportunity to knock down all the bamboo ladders hanging on the battlements. The first wave of offensive was in danger.
A drum sounded at the position of the yellow flag, and then trumpets sounded from everywhere. A new batch of commanders came with their men. The commanders behind the battle, Gao Zhao, Bao Hongqi, etc., shouted curses and brandished knives and guns to force those who fled back.
Siyang continued to attack the city.
The servants were blocked in the middle, and a ferocious boss couldn't help but slashed the last two servants to death with a knife. The elders drove them away, and a group of bandits had no choice but to rush to the city again.
The bamboo ladders were erected again, but this time the momentum was not as good as before. The bandits who were stepping on the ladders became hesitant. The servants below held up their shields and looked at the city head attentively. As long as something cylindrical was dropped, the people below would immediately
Dispersed in a hurry.
On the contrary, there were far fewer casualties on the side of the square table. The servants here squatted under the table, which reduced the area under attack. Most of them faced the city wall, and the nails were used to attack non-vital parts.
The servants pulled out the nails themselves, endured the pain and continued to dig out the city bricks. One after another, some people ran back carrying two bricks, and the additional servants rushed to the bottom of the city, and the offensive continued.
The fire and thunder continued to be dropped on the city, and each explosion always caused chaos below the city, and also caused certain casualties to the servants under the desk, making their offensive intermittent and the progress of digging the wall slowed down.
"Use the door panel to block the outside."
The little boy shouted to the driver behind him, "That nail can't go through the door panel."
After hearing this, the boss called several servants, lifted the door panel and attached it to the outside of the table, blocking most of the area. As expected, the number of injured servants was greatly reduced. The digging speed of this section of the wall began to speed up, and someone was already carrying the rammer.
When the soil came out, I also received bamboo sticks.
The little boy was still hiding behind the door panel, instead of leading a group of children to set up ladders to attack the city. Bundles of grass were lit on top of the city and thrown down, mixed with fire and thunder, and exploded nearby from time to time. No one under the city dared to attack those people.
There was a bundle of grass, a raging fire on the table, and the water-soaked quilt squeaked.
The servants below were howling and digging frantically. The little boy could already see two obvious depressions in the city wall. As long as they dug in smoothly, a hole in the wall would soon be formed to hide people, and the city would no longer be difficult.
Attack those inside.
When the bottom of the city wall is hollowed out, it will easily collapse.
"Help me, little kid."
After the initial struggle, the black boy was already very weak. There was a spot under his ribs that was bleeding rapidly and there was no way to stop it.
His whole body was soaked with sweat, his face was covered with blood, and the nail in his eye could not be removed. It penetrated the eyelid and was fixed on the eyeball. This boy could only keep one eye open.
"Don't abandon me, I saved you in Yunyang."
Hai'erjun grabbed the little kid's hand and said, "You can kill someone with just a few eyes."
The little boy held his hand tightly, "We are all brothers and will never abandon you. When the city wall collapses, we will go in together and kill them all."
The boy army nodded weakly, and the little boy continued to look at the city. The fire thunder had no effect on the table case. The black pot on the city just came out to investigate again. After a long time, there was no movement. I don't know what they were doing.
Are there any other means?
Sure enough, there was movement soon, and a straight and strong thing appeared on the crenel. From the perspective of the little boy, the thing had diagonal stripes. Someone at the top of the city could be heard shouting slogans in unison.
"What is it again?"
Before the little boy could see clearly, the thing actually started to roll. In the blink of an eye, it rolled out of the crenel and fell rapidly towards the table below.
There was a loud bang, and the four wooden legs of the table broke at the same time. The lime, stones, and arrows piled on the board all flew into the air. The horizontal board broke in the middle, and countless fragments exploded from the crack, flying in all directions.
The door panel that blocked the fire thunder rolled over and fell to the ground.
The four servants below were instantly pressed down by the broken table board, and there was a cracking sound of broken bones.
The servants around him were startled and stopped to look over.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, the table was already stuck to the ground. Several hands and feet were exposed on the edge of the table. One of the hands was still shaking. The four people didn't even scream.
The little boy rubbed his eyes. The thing that hit the table broke into several pieces, but he could still recognize its original shape. It was a millstone. Judging from the size of the millstone, it weighed at least six to seven hundred kilograms.
At this time, the second millstone appeared on the nearby battlement, just above the other meat chopping board.
"run!"
Several servants at the back also saw it and shouted loudly at the people under the table.
After hearing this, the two servants below didn't even bother to take the bricks, and quickly climbed out of the table. The other two moved a little slower, and one of them was taking the bricks. When he realized what he was doing and was about to run away, he was escaped by the third one.
The person who came out blocked it for a moment and was slowed down by a breath.
As soon as he poked his head out, the heavy millstone had already fallen from the sky. After the acceleration of the free fall, the millstone, which weighed seven hundred kilograms, instantly released its energy on the table. The table cracked like rotten wood, and the table board pressed down on the man.
The back of his neck was pressed into the soil.
The servant's face was raised against the ground, his mouth was wide open, his eyelids were blinking a few times, and other parts could no longer move at all. Only then did the murderous millstone fall over with a roar.
The little boy felt it was difficult to breathe, so he stretched out his hand to pull up his collar. Not only were the government officials in Tongcheng powerful, but they also had many tricks to defend the city, but he didn't believe there were many millstones in Tongcheng.
"Look how many millstones you have."
Just when I thought about it, two millstones appeared on the battlement in succession, as well as a long strip of stone, both of which were of extremely heavy weight.
The servants seen outside shouted loudly, and the gangsters under the desks and desks did not wait before they were smashed down, and fled one after another. The heavy objects on top were just left there. How could anyone dare to go to that position again? The other servants under the desks and desks
They all ran away one after another, and who knew when a millstone would fall.
"Why is it so loud?"
The strong black boy suddenly woke up and grabbed the little boy's hand again.
The little boy looked at the city without saying anything, and the boy soldiers behind him stopped making noise at this time.
There was a rapid drum under the yellow flag in the distance, and then there were old battalion soldiers on horseback giving orders all the way. The old battalion soldiers in red put away their arrows, picked up their weapons, and pressed forward.
A boy said, "Little boy, I can't wait any longer, the last of the old battalion's killing squad is here."
The little boy glanced behind him, and saw that the old soldiers were approaching in a menacing manner. Those in front of them, whether they were servants, elders or bosses, did not dare to stop where they were and moved towards the city wall.
To kill the last person is to kill the last person, forcing everyone to attack the city. It seems that Master Eight saw that the method of digging the city wall failed, so he wanted to force these people to attack the city regardless of casualties.
"Put up a ladder!"
The little boy knew that there was no reason to kill the leader of the team, so he hurriedly issued the order.
A group of boy soldiers scrambled to lift the bamboo ladder and lean against the city wall.
The men set up a ladder and people began to climb it. These children were much faster than raising children together.
When the little boy was about to stand up, the strong black boy army grabbed him again and said, "Brother, little boy, don't leave me behind. Take me with you."
The little kid paused for a moment, then squatted down and looked at his face. Blood was pouring out of his left eye.
"Don't worry, brother, we value friendship most."
The little boy patted his cheek and suddenly grabbed the boy's neck. The black boy was extremely weak. He never expected that the little boy would make a move. At this time, he could only raise his hands and hold it.
The little kid's hand and tongue quickly stuck out.
The little boy's lean forearms showed dense muscle lines, and he strangled the man's neck. The boy army burst out with his last strength, and the nails of both hands were deeply embedded in the little boy's arms, and his body was pressed down.
The black boy's right eye widened, he began to roll his eyes, and even the left eye that was pierced by an iron nail was torn open.
After a while, Haierjun loosened his hands and lost his breath.
"We value friendship the most and will not leave you to suffer."
After the little boy said coldly, he let go of his hand and patted the boy's face. When he raised his hand, he saw blood flowing from the wound dug by the nails on his arm.
The little kid looked down at the boy for a moment, then suddenly raised his foot and stepped hard on the boy's face, completely stepping on the iron nail into his eyeball.
The eyeballs of the black boy army exploded, and a mixture of black, white and red liquid flowed out.
The old battalion soldiers behind were not far behind, and a flood of young men and elders were rushing towards the city wall. The little boy looked up at the top of the city, and saw that the army of children he led had already begun to climb.
The little kid raised his arm to his mouth, licked the blood that flowed out with his tongue, took out his sword and walked towards the city wall.