Cheng Ting howled and hiccupped, and was about to continue crying when the carriage was knocked hard. Shi Yuan's voice was mixed with the rain and became less clear: "Cheng San, come out."
"What... hiccup... what?" Cheng Ting stretched his neck and asked Xu Huiran to clean his face. His eyes were swollen with only a crack left, and asked Xu Huiran to go home first. , he jumped out of the carriage without an umbrella, and came to Shi Yuan's side.
Shi Yuan dragged Cheng Ting to a secluded place. There were several houses on the side of the road that were crushed by snow last year. They were in ruins. Only a cowshed built at an unknown time could still provide shelter from the wind and rain. The two of them got in together. At the same time, he raised his hand and wiped his face.
There were no cows in the cowshed, but the smell of cow dung was still there, and the two of them breathed carefully in unison and spoke slowly.
Shi Yuan said: "Yin Bei can't come out."
Cheng Ting raised his feet and looked at what was on the soles of his shoes: "Give me the letter."
Shi Yuan approached him and lowered his voice: "There are only a few words, please listen carefully - death is suffering, life is also suffering."
Cheng Ting opened his red and swollen eyes and opened his mouth wide. The expression on his face changed from puzzlement to dullness, and then from dullness to confusion. His eyes were full of puzzlement.
He watched Ye Shuhuai, the dean of Tunan Academy, float past outside the bullpen with a look of anger and resentment on his face. He also watched Mi Yingzong, the dean of the Prefecture Academy, running past with heavy splashes in the water. He couldn't help but step forward. I would like to ask the two deans to explain this Zen mechanism.
After just one step, he stopped and slapped himself: "Idiot."
You can't ask anyone for help. These few words are both life and death, and may be related to several lives.
He had to unlock the secret to prevent Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng from regretting it.
However, the more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became and he couldn't grasp anything useful. He even untimely recalled a sentence that Zhao Shiheng had asked when he was still alive.
"The thing that scratches all things is the wind. What is the wind?"
What is the wind to him?
He must have been as confused and stupid then as he is now.
If Ye Feng were here, he and Wu Jin would definitely be able to go together soon.
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At this time, Mo Lingfeng stood on the female wall of the fortress, looking at the golden captives below. Every hundred steps, a catapult was placed. The catapult was loaded with huge stones. Dozens of people pulled the ropes and lifted the stones. Throw.
Huge boulders hit the city wall sharply, like thunder, crushing into Mo Lingfeng's ears.
After the boulder fell from the stone wall, it rolled into the moat. Within a moment, the moat was filled.
Zhong Jiaqing raised his hand, waved the flag vigorously, and shouted: "Kill the thief!"
The soldiers around him shouted: "Kill the thief!"
On top of the parapet, several catapults, heavier than Jinlu, were erected along the city head. At the same time, stones tied with hay and soaked in oil were loaded inside. The soldiers lit the flint and launched them outward.
Thousands of stones were fired together, and the Jinlu catapults were smashed one after another. One batch was destroyed, and another batch was pushed up, set up outside the range of the fortress, filled with gunpowder, and launched onto the city head.
Jinlu's gunpowder was not very sophisticated, but there were a lot of it. When it hit the stone walls of the city wall, it exploded one after another.
Feng Fan ran towards Mo Lingfeng amidst the fireworks and rubble: "The west wall is cracked!"
A piece of gravel flew up to the top of the city and passed by Mo Lingfeng's hand. Blood immediately appeared on the back of his hand.
Mo Lingfeng remained motionless and said decisively: "Let the thunder shake the sky!"
Zhong Jiaqing had no time to think. He waved the flag wildly and sent the order to the soldiers. The soldiers immediately loaded the remaining dozens of thunderbolts into the catapult, ignited the fire line, pulled the rope, and projected the thunderbolts.
The fireball fell to the ground with a sound like thunder, and the sky shook and the earth suddenly shook. Within half an acre, it was razed to the ground. The golden catapult was smashed, and the fire penetrated the iron armor, killing anyone who touched it.
Just as Feng Fan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that Jin Lu was not at all disturbed. Groups of archers stepped onto the scorched black ground, holding ten stone bows and pulling bows and arrows. They were arranged in darkness, and there were heavy crossbows placed at the rear.
The commander of the army shouted loudly, and the archers immediately drew their bow strings, opened their heavy crossbows, and rained down thousands of arrows towards the city.
On top of the city, the soldiers raised their shields to block the attack.
Arrows, but the arrow clusters were densely packed and difficult to resist. Walls of people fell one after another.
After a wave of sharp arrows, the Jinlu archers retreated without hesitation, followed by siege vehicles and ladders, and began to climb the city to fight.
Facing the Jinlu who came from all over the country, it became more and more difficult for the fortress to defend the city. The archers shot down rounds of arrows, threw paraphernalia, and used winches to lower the mace to defend the city wall. However, the Jinlu's pockets were extremely strong, and they could only hold on to the city wall. With his eyes exposed, he is invulnerable, and the tide rushes up the wall.
On top of the city, Mo Lingfeng raised his knife and plunged it into the enemy's neck. The blade penetrated the weakest connection of the armor, and the tip of the knife emerged from the back of the neck.
She raised her foot and kicked the man off the city wall. When Jin Lu rolled down, blood splattered everywhere, even on her face, which was quickly washed away by the rain.
Before she could take a breath, a golden prisoner jumped up to the top of the city, drew his seven-dou bow, and shot a six-inch long short arrow straight at her.
Although the Qi Dou bow and arrow clusters are short, the arrows are extremely sharp and shaped like chisels. Once they are embedded in the body, they cannot be taken out.
Yin Nan drew his sword and swung it away. He heard a loud sound in the heavy rain, and the arrow hit the sword twice. A cluster of flames shot out twice. The arrow cluster fell down, and Yin Nan's sword also broke.
When Jin Lu missed an arrow, he was about to fire another one. Nomad Qing raised his sword to kill, turned around, raised his kick, and kicked Jin Lu's breastplate on his chest. There was a "dang" sound immediately. , Jinlu fell down.
"Girl!" Yin Bei led dozens of people and ran to the top of the city. He threw a long iron knife with sesame and snowflakes in his hand to Yin Nan. Yin Nan took the knife, turned around and killed the Jinlu who was sneaking up on him.
The iron sword is extremely sharp and can be used to defeat the heavy armor of Jin Lu by blowing the hair in the wind.
It's a pity that the number is not large, and the total number is less than fifty.
"Gunpowder! There is gunpowder!" Yin Bei also pulled up a bag of Bamboo Fire Harriers, "Quick! Throw it down quickly!"
The small amount of gunpowder alleviated the attack. After only a quarter of an hour, Jinlu made a comeback.
There was a bloody storm on top of the city, and the rain could not wash away the blood. The human wall tactics of the fortress gradually became unsustainable. Jinlu saw that victory was in sight, and more and more people climbed up the ladders and climbed bloody.
A Jinlu jumped up to the top of the city and threw in a ignited caltrop fireball.
The caltrop fireball was small and small. When it exploded, the iron caltrops placed in it flew away and shot at the soldiers. A piece of iron sliced past Mo Lingfeng's ear. She didn't notice any pain, but hot blood kept dripping from her neck. , and gather together with the rainwater.
There was no gunpowder in the fort, and they didn't even have enough arrows to face such a powerful enemy.
We can only hold on.
Feng Fan's face was covered with blood and he ran to Mo Lingfeng again: "General! Half of the west wall has collapsed!"
There was a thunder in the sky, and Mo Lingfeng stepped back suddenly, almost subconsciously raising his knife. After knowing that it was thunder, he shouted to Feng Fan: "Fix!"
She turned to look at Yin Bei: "Go to the back camp to carry stones to mend the city wall!"
"yes."
Mo Lingfeng then ordered Chang Long: "Lead all the people and go to the west wall to cover!".net
"yes."
This offensive and defensive battle, like the rain, has become longer and more difficult.
