Zhang Tiesheng saw the clues and frowned: "This stronghold is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If support comes, it may be very difficult."
He saw that the feather arrows used by the bandits in the village were not those used by ordinary hunters, but looked like weapons uniformly equipped by the imperial army.
The inside story here is probably very complicated, and he regrets meddling in this matter.
A secret guard appeared, walked to Dongming Ziyu, and reported: "Your Majesty, many people dressed as rioters rushed up the mountain and surrounded us, there are 20,000 people!"
Zhang Tiesheng said solemnly: "There are at least five thousand people in the village!"
Shangguan Ruoli smiled coldly: "Are we going to be made dumplings?"
Dongming Ziyu said calmly: "It's a pincer attack from inside and outside."
Judging from his calm and composed look, he must be confident.
Shangguan Ruoli's heart calmed down inexplicably, as if with him by his side, everything was no problem.
Dongming Ziyu ordered in a cold voice, "Kill!"
I saw a group of men in black rushing out from behind Dongming Ziyu, each holding a porcelain jar in their hands.
The people in the watchtower on the wall originally wanted to order the arrows to be fired, but they were stunned when they saw their strange situation.
Why are you holding a wine jar?
Could it be that they brought them wine?
The moment they were stunned, those people flew up and threw the jar into the stockade.
A bandit's village in a poor ravine is not big to begin with, but now five thousand people live there. Where can they live?
The yard is full of tents and provisions. Now because they are preparing for war, they are all crowded at the entrance of the village, fully armed, waiting to rush out.
When they saw the round jar thrown in, they were surprised and frightened.
He took out his weapon and blocked it. Many jars were smashed in the air, and something like water was spilled out. Different from water, there was a strong smell coming out.
Some jars fell to the ground, shattered, and liquid splashed everywhere.
When everyone smelled it, they thought they might be poisoned, but they didn't feel anything strange in their bodies.
Looking at the water stains on the ground, I was a little stunned.
Before they could recover, a burst of arrows shot out, with smoke and flames rising from each arrow.
"No, Rocket! Be careful!" Someone reacted and exclaimed loudly.
Everyone took out their swords, surrounded the tent, and blocked the rockets.
But when the rocket fell to the ground, a miracle happened.
With a sound of "Boom!", the liquid on the ground started to catch fire.
The rocket fell on them, and because they were splashed with naphtha, they also caught fire.
"Ah, it's on fire!" Those who were on fire rolled around, fled, and set fire to tents and other flammable objects.
The amount of naphtha was so great that almost instantly, the small cottage courtyard was immediately engulfed in a sea of flames, with thick smoke billowing and wailing.
The bandits were shouting and frightened, and they all brought water to put out the fire. Unexpectedly, the fire got bigger and bigger when it was touched by water. After a while, even the house began to burn.
"Run!" someone screamed.
The village door opened, and the bandit ran out with his body covered in flames like the wind.
Because there were too many people and the door was too small, many people crowded at the door, and some were stepped on and went directly to see the King of Hell.
The fire behind them was scorching them. In order to rush out first, they pushed their companions aside and kicked them into the sea of fire. Some even killed their companions...
"Your Majesty is so wise!" Zhang Tiesheng, who had never seen such a tragic scene, looked shocked and admired. "The cottage is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It will be easier to drive them out!"
Seeing the bandits making a mess, Dongming Ziyu waved his hand and said, "Kill!"
While you are sick, I will kill you.
If you block the village gate at this time, you will definitely be killed.
Of course, there is no need for Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli to do this simple thing of harvesting lives themselves.
Because there were already a large number of people coming to kill them behind them. Their attack was very methodical, and it looked like they were well-trained.
And there are many martial arts masters among them, and those masters are directly targeting Dongming Ziyu.
"Stay here and hide!" Dongming Ziyu slowly pulled out the soft sword from his waist.
No matter how high Shangguan Ruoli's martial arts skills are, in his heart she is first and foremost his little wife and the person he wants to protect.
"I want to protect your back!" Shangguan Ruoli naturally refused. He drew out his thousand-year black iron hidden sword and followed him out.
"Obey! There is a guard on my back!" Dongming Ziyu's voice was cold and solemn, and there was no room for resistance.
Shangguan Ruoli didn't want to offend him at this time, so he had no choice but to nod.
A master wearing the clothes of a disaster victim rushed through Mo Wen's defense and stabbed Dongming Ziyu. Dongming Ziyu also swung his soft sword, and blood immediately spattered everywhere.
Shangguan Ruoli was asked to stay in the woods, but when she saw Dongming Ziyu killing people on the battlefield, her heart surged with inexplicable passion.
Every time she saw Dongming Ziyu being attacked and someone rushing towards him from behind, even though she knew he would not be hurt, she clenched her fists nervously, fearing that if he was not careful, someone would chop him down.
This feeling of fear made her walk out of the woods without even realizing it.
Someone happened to be killing her, so she swung her thousand-year-old black iron dagger and rushed into the battlefield.
It turned out that a large number of masters were being killed by Dongming Ziyu and Mo Wen to the point of death. When they turned around, another murderer wearing a eunuch uniform appeared.
Although he looks thin, his cutting speed is no slower than Dongming Ziyu, the god of war.
After a while, Shangguan Ruoli came over step by step to meet Dongming Ziyu.
"Why are you here?" Dongming Ziyu's tone was somewhat reproachful, but his eyes were filled with joy.
"Didn't you say someone was guarding your back? Where is that person?" Shangguan Ruoli waved his black iron sword, and a thief's arm flew out.
Mo Wen and Wang Feng, who were responding to the enemy not far away, said together: "Where are they?"
They were only two steps away, but if someone attacked Dongming Ziyu's back, they would still have time to save him.
Dongming Ziyu raised the corners of his lips, killed a master, and whispered into Shangguan Ruoli's ear: "Whether it's the back or the front, it's all yours."
Damn it! Let’s have some thunder!
Shangguan Ruoli was afraid that this guy would act stupid in this situation, and he would not have come here if he had known better.
"Why are there so many nonsense at this time? Killing the enemy is more important!" Shangguan Ruoli no longer looked at him, but focused on the enemies around him.
Unfortunately, these enemies have found that they cannot get close to Dongming Ziyu with their own strength. Seeing that the situation is not good, they ask for support from their companions.
There are more than 20,000 of them, and they and the secret guards only number more than 1,000, so they cannot stop them at all.
Immediately, many enemies swarmed towards him, rushing towards him like they were desperate for their lives.
Dongming Ziyu's men were surrounded by a group of three or four people back to back, and there were actually some of the enemies who were idle and watching the fun.
It can be seen how tragic the scene of a pack of wolves attacking their prey is.
There were piles of corpses at everyone's feet, but there were only a few who had internal strength after all, and soon there were more and more casualties on our side.