Shen Tu Nian stood beside a collapsed catapult, quietly looking at the city in the drizzle.
The Purgatory Mountain God's robe on his body did not allow any rain to enter in the drizzle, and even exuded a scorching breath, evaporating all the rain outside him into white mist.
At this moment, the Dongjing Mausoleum in front of him looked very peaceful. Behind the breaches in the city wall, there were faint green eaves and black tiles, and some mottled white walls, which looked particularly beautiful in the drizzle.
However, as one of the commanders-in-chief of the Seven Da Mang armies and the president-general of all the Da Mang armies gathered outside Dongjinngling City at this moment, he knew very well that there would be countless traps in this peaceful city at this time, as well as many normal
I am afraid that practitioners may not be seen in Zhongzhou City.
Who is the commander guarding this city?
Seeing the city's posture, Shen Tunian's brows knitted together tightly, knowing that this man was the most terrifying opponent he had encountered so far.
A Da Mang general wearing the heavy armor of a demon walked towards Shentu Nian from behind.
Thin raindrops flowed on his long metal cloak, and the extremely fine metal texture on the metal cloak stretched into scale-like shapes.
Shen Tu Nian turned to look at him, stretched out his hand, and made a fist.
"Start now?" The Mang general replied subconsciously.
Shen Tunian did not show any anger, but just nodded, "I understand some of the opponents' intentions. The longer we wait, the more disadvantageous it will be to us."
General Da Mang, who was wearing the heavy armor of the Demon, stopped talking nonsense, turned around, made a gesture, and let out a low drink.
A black and red military flag, covered with holes pierced by various weapons, was raised on a mobile platform in the middle army of Da Mang.
A wave of shouts sounded out among the densely packed Damang army.
The city wall of Dong Jingling suddenly shook, and in many places, many years of dust that had not fallen under the bombardment of catapults fell.
All the Da Mang troops moved.
…
On the sacred tree, Feihe, amidst a wave-like sound that suddenly swept through the entire world, Bian Linghan's face suddenly became very solemn.
She took a deep breath, letting the cold and humid air in the sky make her calmer and more awake.
Because from now on, she is Lin Xi's eyes, and she is Lin Xi's hand that conveys certain instructions.
…
"Boom!"
On the square corner tower, the Yunqin drummers who had been waiting for a long time made a sound at the same time.
This dull and powerful sound penetrated the rain and fog and spread into the city.
In an alley with low-level shops on both sides of the city, Jiang Xiaoyi, who was among a group of black-armored Yunqin sergeants, suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction of the city wall in the distance.
Among the reverberating drums, he heard a grunt and the sound of a Yunqin soldier beside him swallowing his saliva.
He turned his head, and what caught his eyes was a short, stocky Yunqin soldier with an ordinary face. He exhaled a breath to relieve the tension in his heart, and then casually asked the short, stocky Yunqin soldier, "Are you
Where are you from?"
The short Yunqin soldier swallowed again, tightened the cloth belt with the long knife on his hand, and hummed: "Yunqin people."
With a bang, the surrounding Yunqin soldiers burst into laughter.
At this time, these Yunqin soldiers seemed to feel that there was nothing to be afraid of. One of the Yunqin soldiers laughed and laughed: "Yu Tiezhu, who doesn't know that you are from Yunqin? Lord Jiang asked you who are from Yunqin?"
Who are you from, but you say you are from Yunqin? Are you trying to make people laugh to death?"
This short and stocky Yunqin soldier was a little annoyed, and said in a rough voice: "Anyway, I am from Yunqin, which is not bad, I am a Yunqin person."
With this exit, the street suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Xiaoyi smiled slightly and said, "Yes, we are all from Yunqin."
"Yes, no matter where we come from, we are all from Yunqin!" Many people shouted.
…
Tang Chuqing was standing next to a defensive crossbow on the city wall.
He had already handed over the city he had arranged to Lin Xi. From now on, he only had to act like an ordinary soldier and an ordinary practitioner, accepting the orders conveyed by Lin Xi and fighting.
So at this time, he had completely put down his burden and became very free. He had enough time to come and see Da Mang's army on the top of the city.
Looking at the old, tattered black military flag that was raised in Da Mang's army and was extremely thickly soaked in blood, with only blood stains remaining over the years, a trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the man next to him.
More than ten people are in charge of this aircraft
Sergeant Yun Qin, who was guarding the city's crossbow, said: "What age is it? How many years has it been since Nanmo Kingdom was destroyed... You actually took out the military flag that Nanmo Kingdom used to attack Falling Star Tomb, and used such an ancient grudge to boost morale?
This is really boring."
The Yunqin sergeants beside him did not know his identity. When they heard what he said, several sergeants snorted loudly and agreed: "Indeed, there is really nothing that these savages can do. They are even so embarrassing."
Take out everything."
Tang Chuqing looked at these lovely Yunqin soldiers, smiled, and said seriously: "When the order for you to retreat from the city wall is issued, you must run faster."
These Yunqin soldiers did not respond, and I don't know whether they didn't take it to heart or had no time to listen to his words.
Because at this time, Da Mang's army had already begun to advance in an orderly manner from all sides of Dong Jingling.
"This is somewhat interesting."
Looking at the densely packed army that seemed to fill the gloomy world outside, Tang Chuqing narrowed her eyes slightly and muttered this sentence to herself.
At this time, the ones at the forefront of Da Mang's army were not the heavy armored troops or heavy cavalry troops that were most commonly used in sieges in the past, but ordinary sword and shield infantry.
These infantrymen formed a line of three, with a certain distance between them, front, rear, left, and rear, and their advancing speed was not that rapid.
"Just want to occupy the city wall before dark?"
Tang Chuqing thought for a while, whispered to herself, then held an umbrella and walked along the city wall towards the next turret.
The sacred tree flying cranes were flying rapidly around the city wall of Dongjingling.
Dongjingling Tomb is so huge that even a flying crane flying from a sacred tree can be several times faster than a galloping horse and cannot circle the entire city at once.
"laugh!"
A crimson arrow shot out from Wuweiguan, and accurately nailed a simple wooden watchtower four hundred steps away.
A black-armored Yunqin general pulled out the arrow nailed to the stake next to him as quickly as possible, untied the small roll tied to the arrow, took a look, and immediately waved several flags and began to shoot.
Raise a semaphore.
The flag message was transmitted to several high places in the city very quickly.
A lieutenant general on the sacred tree Feihe who always held up a brass eagle eye loudly conveyed Lin Xi's order to Bian Linghan in the roaring wind and rain: "Master Lin ordered you to follow the directions of the Mang troops approaching the city wall on all sides.
Speed up and arrange the retreat of the city wall defenders!"
"That's it?"
Bian Linghan blinked hard, squeezed out a drop of rainwater that fell into her eyes, and said in her heart. Her eyes at this time were calm and extremely cold... She just thought that according to Lin Xi's previous agreement with her, unless she saw
Practitioners above the peak level of Grand Master, or seeing the opponent's commander, would allow her to use Daikoku... In this case, it would be best if the opponent's commander could enter her line of sight, so that she could use Daikoku with all her strength and fire an arrow.
…
Da Mang's army is getting closer and closer to the city wall.
More and more figures appeared larger and stood out in the drizzle. The Yunqin defenders on the city wall even began to faintly see the nervousness, anxiety, fanaticism and many other emotions on the faces of these Damang soldiers.
The sound of military drums has already sounded rhythmically.
The many war drums on the four walls all have the same rhythm. Every sound shakes the world and makes people's hearts skip a beat.
The giant Yunqin catapult behind the city wall has begun to roar, throwing out large rocks as big as half a house, shattering the rain, and with the roar of death, smashing into the vast formation, each large stone falling,
It can more or less splatter some flesh and blood stumps.
There were more than 30,000 Da Mang infantry approaching the city wall from all sides in a loose and dense manner.
At this time, most of the 30,000 infantry troops have already entered the range of the defensive crossbows and most of the fixed crossbows and bladed vehicles on the city wall. However, there is still deathly silence on the city wall, and there is still no one.
The crossbow arrow fell.
Among the long-formed Da Mang army, a Da Mang soldier suddenly couldn't bear the huge pressure from the city in front of him and from the silent city wall. His face suddenly turned pale, he dropped his weapon and was about to turn around.
escape.
But before he could turn around, a Da Mang warlord behind him with two green flags tied to his back instantly took five steps in a row. With a flash of his long knife, he directly beheaded the Da Mang soldier.
There was still an expression of fear on the face of this Da Mang soldier. His head turned in the air, but the blood in his neck rushed higher than his head.
"Those who are timid will die!"
The Da Mang governor who beheaded the Da Mang soldier with a single blow raised the still bleeding sword in his hand expressionlessly, speaking indifferently and with indescribable power.
There are sentient beings on the battlefield.
This is just a very small picture of all sentient beings.
However, it happened to fall into the eyes of a black-armored Yunqin general guard on the city wall.
"Old Cheng, are you sure you can shoot that General Da Mang?"
The black-armored Yunqin general spoke coldly and asked an elderly sergeant with gray hair and a slightly stooped body on the crossbow next to him.
"It should be possible...do you want to do it?" The gray-haired old sergeant smiled and answered with a thick accent from northern Yunqin, his forehead covered with wrinkles.
"Let him die in battle quickly!" General Yunqin in black armor sneered, "He seems arrogant at this time, we should be more arrogant than him."
The gray-haired old sergeant did not hesitate. He passed the sight on the crossbow and immediately began to quickly turn several handwheels to adjust the crossbow. The crossbow, which was originally aimed at a gap in the city wall, felt a smooth metallic friction.
Sound, rotation, positioning.
At this time, there were only about 2,500 Yunqin soldiers on the city wall, including watch guards and drum masters.
However, facing the densely packed 30,000 Damang infantry advancing forward, all the Yunqin soldiers beside the crossbows appeared unusually calm, unusually arrogant, and arrogant.
"Death!"
The gray-haired old sergeant waved his hand vigorously and shouted with a thick northern Yunqin accent.
"Click!"
A metal hammer in the hand of a prime-year Yunqin black-armored sergeant who had been prepared for a long time fell down, knocking off the pin that controlled the winch on the crossbow.
The crossbow machine, which had seemed calm during its movements just now, suddenly made a shrill sound, as if it was about to unleash all the fighting spirit and anger accumulated in the chests of all these Yunqin soldiers.
Amidst the sharp sound of metal hinges vibrating and the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, a crossbow arrow as thick as a child's arm was shot out along the set trajectory.
The great warlord had just put down his bloody sword and was continuing to move forward. Before he could make any dodge, this huge crossbow arrow seemed to fall from the sky, piercing through his body and engulfing his entire body.
The man was carried backwards five to six meters, and then accompanied by huge blood flowers, he was nailed to the ground!
"Well done, adjusting so quickly and shooting so accurately must be Lao Cheng's handiwork." Yunqin soldiers in many places on the city wall saw this scene, including a black-armored Yunqin soldier in the distance.
The school officer sighed in admiration, glanced at the gap in the city wall nearby, and nodded, "That's almost it, let's get started!"
"Click!"
Just as his voice fell and his hand was raised, several crossbows beside him roared simultaneously, and each crossbow arrow, with the sound of death, crashed into the vast wilderness in front of the gap.
In the formation, a puff of blood mist was brought out.
These crossbow arrows kicked off the show.
On the entire quiet city wall, the sound of metallic vibrations instantly turned into a huge wave, and countless crossbow arrows shattered the rain and fog, appeared in the air, and fell.
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