Chapter 133: Shura Hell (please subscribe for the first update)
Glancing at the well lantern thirty steps away, Yue Fei's mouth showed a cold light. After weighing the kerosene jar in his hand, he sneered: "It's better than this."
After saying that, Yue Fei channeled all his inner strength into his hands and threw the kerosene jar in his hand towards the well lantern thirty steps away.
After the fire oil jar drew a beautiful arc in the air, it landed right in the middle of the archer on the well.
The body of the jar is made of pottery, and it shatters when it hits the ground. A beautiful red flame blooms in vain, and immediately devours the archers around it.
"Help, help, I don't want to die yet..."
After being contaminated with kerosene, the Hun soldiers who were burned by the flames kept falling to the ground, rolling and wailing, but this was of no use. Instead, they attracted the fire to others, and even pushed some people down the well.
"Ah..."
After realizing that struggling was futile, the tortured Huns soldiers seemed to have figured something out and jumped directly from the well, and then fell into a pulp.
For these Hun soldiers who were burned by the fire, jumping from the well railing to death was a kind of relief. Falling to death only happened in a moment, but being burned to death by kerosene was the real life worse than death. p>
The defenders who had closed the Yanmen Gate, as well as the enemy troops who were attacking the city, were all shocked when they saw Yue Fei throwing the canister of kerosene thirty steps away, and then landing it in the well with great accuracy. p>
My God, a jar of fire oil contains almost twenty kilograms of oil, and the well is thirty steps away from Yanmen Pass. How much arm strength and accuracy do you need to do this?
After succeeding in the blow, Yue Fei did not show the slightest excitement. Instead, he looked as if he should take it for granted. He turned around and smiled lightly at the two of them: "How about who can throw it farther and who can hit it accurately?" p>
Since the beginning of the war, Qin Yong has been watching others fight, but he can only wait for others to rescue him, but no one came to ask for help. Qin Yong felt extremely aggrieved.
Now that he finally had a chance to show off, how could Qin Yong let it go?
You bastards of the Huns, your dear Grandpa Qin is here!
"I can't command the troops, and you can't do it with strength." Qin Yong laughed and said, "I, Qin Yong, have never lost to anyone in terms of strength despite my age!"
Immediately after Qin Yong used all his internal strength, he quickly picked up two jars of fire oil, took a slight aim, and started smashing them wildly.
"A man can't say no, I'll do it too." Shan Xiongxin smiled and came up, joining Yue Fei's game of throwing fire oil cans.
Huchuquan stared dumbfoundedly at the jars of fire oil being thrown out from the city wall one after another. After just a moment of confusion, Huchuquan suddenly panicked when he saw that all the wells were hit.
God.
"Hurry up, all the people who are still alive, get down from the well." Huchuquan shouted with tears in his eyes. At this time, he couldn't take care of the well anymore, so he could reduce the losses a little.
How could Huchuquan have imagined that Yue Fei would use this method to break his well formation?
Huchuquan also knew that the well fence was most afraid of fire attack, so before the war started, he specifically ordered that all the exposed parts of the wooden well fence be wrapped with non-flammable leather, just to prevent Yanmen from being attacked by fire.
Unexpectedly, the distance between Jinglan and Jinglan was obviously far enough, but Yue Fei and the others used fire attacks with manpower, and the three of them were able to hit each other accurately, and they could hit the crowds on the platform every time.
If all the people inside the well are burned to death, what's the use of having the well? Moreover, there are no measures to prevent fire attack inside the well, so it will only be a matter of time before it is burned down.
Encountering an opponent who was uneasy about playing cards according to the rules, Hu Chuquan felt an urge to cry.
Damn it, how could you throw it so accurately!
What Hu Chuquan didn't know was that Qin Yong and Shan Xiongxin didn't always hit the target, but they threw a lot of them, so there were always a few hits, and most of the direct hits were caused by Yue Fei.
Throwing.
Seeing that the Xiongnu archers had all withdrawn from the well, and that he was burning the well even when he threw it, Qin Yong was very disappointed, and gasped slightly: "Huchuquan actually gave up, I still have fun!" p>
Throwing fifty or sixty jars of fire oil in a row also consumed a lot of Qin Yong. If the Qin family's internal skills and mental methods hadn't focused on endurance, his internal energy would have been exhausted by now.
"Be content, we have burned at least five hundred Huns to death in this round of throwing. Huchuquan is not a fool, how can he continue to fight with us!" Shan Xiongxin laughed, but he admired Yue Fei extremely in his heart. p>
This person is indeed exactly what the Lord said, with a quick mind and both courage and determination!
"Killing the enemy is not the goal, burning the wells is the key. Without the wells to suppress the Xiongnu, it would be difficult to get close to the city wall, let alone climb the tower." Yue Fei smiled lightly, with a bright look in his eyes.
After losing the bow and arrow suppression of Jinglan, the Xiongnu siege suffered another setback. Under the continuous rain of arrows on the city tower, more than half of the Xiongnu soldiers were killed or wounded before they even rushed to the city wall.
It was extremely tragic that he finally climbed up the city tower against thunderous rocks and rolling logs, only to be brutally killed by Qin Hu, Zhang Liao and other generals.
Finally, the sky gradually darkened. After a day of fierce fighting, in which the Huns paid a heavy price and left corpses all over the ground, they still seemed to have no intention of stopping and returning to the camp. Instead, the horns in the Huns' formation sounded in unison, as if a war was brewing.
The next attack.
"Yue Fei, I admit that I have underestimated you this time, but relying on this method is far from enough to defend Yanmen Pass. In the face of absolute strength, any method is useless." Hu Chuquan sneered.
At the top of Yanmenguan City, Yue Fei's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and an inexplicable cold light passed by.
Are the Xiongnu going to fight at night? I will accompany the Xiongnu to the end! Yue Fei sneered in his heart. He would naturally keep reserve troops to defend the city on the first day, and was not afraid of fighting a tiring battle with the Xiongnu.
But at this time, the low and desolate horn sound suddenly began to sound. After hearing it, the Huns soldiers crowded under the city wall finally retreated like a tide.
Seeing the Xiongnu retreating, the defenders on the wall naturally would not miss this good opportunity. They took the opportunity to rain arrows on the battlefield again, and it is unknown how many lives of the Xiongnu soldiers were harvested.
The brutal siege battle has come to an end for the time being, and in the open space outside Yanmen Pass, corpses have piled up like mountains.
Due to the hot weather, a large number of human and animal corpses could not be removed and buried in time. At this time, they were highly decomposed and the strong stench made people sick.
The strong smell of corpses filled the sky above the battlefield, attracting a large group of vultures, which kept circling and flying in the sky, making bursts of human chirps from time to time, which further highlighted the desolation and bloodshed of the battlefield.
On the battlefield where corpses lay everywhere, fat rats were burrowing in and out among the dead, making squeaking sounds of joy from time to time.