In this world, mortals are not as weak as they think.
Although some people have no talent for cultivation, they are lucky enough to have good luck and can obtain spiritual beasts or treasures and recognize them as their masters.
For example, Deng Chanyu, after betraying the Yin Shang Dynasty, used five-light stones to sneak attack Kong Xuan three times, beating the holy saint until his face was covered with blood and he was in great pain.
Another example is Su Quanzhong. In the original work, his father was less than twenty years old when he rebelled. He carried a divine halberd refined from Laojun's furnace and killed Chonghou Hu's younger brother Chong Heihu in a cold sweat.
You know, Chong Heihu was a disciple of Immortal Jie Jiao. If he hadn't carried the magical gourd secretly taught by his master and used his magical power at the critical moment, he would have been captured alive by Su Quanzhong.
At this moment, Su Quanzhong was shouting and cursing under the Snow Gate:
"Peng! Why are you rebelling if you don't dare to fight! How about grandpa ordering the army to retreat fifty miles to embolden you, a weakling?!"
"If you don't dare, surrender as soon as possible!"
"Otherwise, when grandpa breaks through the Snow Gate, I will take off your pants to see if you have any seeds!"
On the majestic city wall, a mustachioed general was scolded so hard that his body trembled.
"This is too much! Get my knife!"
The soldiers beside him hurriedly stopped him.
"My lord, that's Su Quanzhong!"
"My lord, you must not go down to the city!"
"If you die under his halberd, the morale of the army will be shattered!"
When Peng Sha heard this, he was relieved in his heart. He picked up his bow and shot an arrow at Su Quanzhong.
Su Quanzhong raised his hand and caught the arrow. After crushing it with one hand, he spat and cursed:
"Villain!"
"Boom——"
Suddenly, in the sky behind Su Quanzhong, dozens of round boulders roared and smashed into Xuemen Pass.
Just as he was scolding the formation, the long-range siege equipment had reached the range.
Seeing this, he could only give up, gently pull the reins of his horse and quickly leave the city gate.
After he left, hundreds of catapults came into action, and a violent rain of stones fell at Xuemen Pass. In an instant, the illuminated bronze mirrors were smashed to pieces.
Before complete darkness, there was another round of stone-throwing, accurately bombarding the city wall.
Even three strong men holding hands could not hold a stone, and the defenders immediately suffered heavy casualties.
But since he received the order to die, Peng Sha immediately had the body carried away and even threw it directly under the city wall.
There were shouts of killing everywhere in the city. The soldiers rushed forward one after another, and the army began to attack the city.
…
The endless attack continued until dawn and did not stop at dusk.
Xuemen Pass is devastated. Even if it is a majestic pass, it is unable to face such a strong attack.
Seeing that time was almost up, Su Hu waved his hand and led the tired soldiers to leave the battlefield.
We are tired, and the enemy is even more tired.
One big hole after another was dug into the city wall. If it hadn't been reinforced long ago, it would probably collapse at noon.
Inside the pass, Peng Sha's face was black and gray. He looked at the wounded being carried off the city wall and couldn't help but cursed secretly:
"What kind of battle is this!"
Even though he occupied a high position and used ballistae to attack the enemy's catapult positions, it was like a worm shaking a tree.
One was destroyed and another was raised.
As soon as the stoning stopped, the siege engines were pushed up. The brave siege soldiers set up ladders and almost attacked the city wall several times.
Yuan Futong gave him a lot of resources to defend the city, but now he feels that those things are still very poor compared with the Yin Shang Dynasty.
All the practitioners in charge of logistics died tragically, and we don’t even know who did it.
Peng Sha's determination to defend the city began to waver.
"Only 20,000 people! What on earth is Yuan Futong thinking?!"
Really annoyed, he cursed again.
The number of troops was severely insufficient. Facing the rain of stones that continued all day long, the soldiers suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted physically and mentally to the limit.
This is a pass, not a big city, so there is no other way but to resist.
But what should we do now?
Looking at the soldiers who were so tired that they fell asleep, he fell into deep thought.
Yuan Futong said there would be reinforcements and asked him to hold on.
But until now, there are not even half a person in the snowfield.
Thinking of this, his pupils narrowed:
"Isn't Yuan Futong just asking me to die?"
"Everyone get up!"
The deputy general not far away whipped the soldiers and shouted:
"The enemy will definitely attack the city again!"
The Northland soldiers' continuous combat ability is not high. They are very explosive in the severe cold. However, due to their physical fitness, most of the time they focus on quick battles.
Their physical strength is no match and their morale is still low. This severely attrited army has become a mournful army.
Peng Sha quietly then retreated into the shadows.
A quarter of an hour later, there was no movement outside the city.
Two quarters of an hour later, the scouts who saw that the Yin and Shang troops had indeed returned to camp returned to Xuemen Pass.
Three quarters of an hour later, the rebels started cooking, and some people were already asleep.
Half an hour passed, and the rebels breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they finally had time to repair.
Then, the second group of siege soldiers, who had rested for a day and night, launched a general attack amidst the earth-shattering sound of war drums.
…
Outside the Chinese army's tent, Baiyao stood on a high slope and stared at the battlefield.
He didn't care about the loss of siege equipment. As long as he could quickly break into the snowfield, Yuan Futong would be at a huge disadvantage.
Wen Zhong's command ability can be regarded as a master of military art. He brought 200,000 people to the north to suppress the rebellion. Facing 300,000 rebels and troops from other states, he firmly held the three states and prevented Yuan Futong from going south. Half step.
Now that Wen Zhong had the advantage of troops and started to attack, the pressure on Yuan Futong's front increased several times.
An hour later, it was like the deduced future.
The city wall of Xuemenguan finally could not withstand the non-stop bombardment of stones, and the masonry collapsed, leaving a huge hole.
Su Quanzhong was like a fierce tiger. He rode his horse to kill without waiting for his subordinates.
The overall situation was decided, Baiyao turned around and walked down the hillside.
At his feet, Mo Li Hai and Mo Li Shou Dun were following him in the earth, using the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella to restrain their auras.
After a while.
Five hundred meters outside the Elai camp, a hollow golden ball broke out of the ground!
Just listen to bursts of Zen sounds, the golden ball flies into the sky, and sheds brilliant light.
A heavy cavalry of thousands of people appeared with the light. They carried long spears and had already formed an array.
There was no sound. After they landed, they only paused for a few seconds, and then immediately accelerated, aiming directly at the camp where Baiyao was located, a few miles away!
The rumble of horse hooves sounded and the earth trembled.
They rushed into the evil camp without any hindrance.
By the time everyone rushed into the encirclement, the leader had already noticed something was wrong.
The soldiers in the camp seemed to know that they were coming, and there were endless ropes and stakes to stop the horses.
But it is impossible for a charging heavy cavalry to stop.
Suddenly, the neighing of war horses sounded from their side.
Ji Fa looked ferocious and led the owl cavalry who had been lying in wait for a long time to kill them.
The war horses were like dragons, and the heavy cavalry attacking the camp were immediately cut off at the waist, and the formation collapsed in an instant.
Not only that, there was an owl cavalry on the other side, as if one big wave after another completely washed them away.
Broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.
What is surprising is that three cavalrymen who survived the ambush are still charging.
What stood in front of them was the heavy armored infantry led by Eilai, who were like an iron wall.
Baiyao stood next to Erlai, slightly surprised.
The enemy's fighting will is not generally strong, and they will not stop even if there are only three people left.
"What hatred do you have against me?"
He smiled.
Evil stepped forward, sneered, and threw out the two halberds in his hands!
"laugh--"
Two heads rose into the sky, and only one of the cavalrymen who tried to attack the camp was left.
"Keep this."
Baiyao spoke softly.
Then it disappeared like a ghost.
Badai only felt the strong wind blowing against his face, and said in shock:
"I wish you could practice cultivation?!"
