With another arrow, the general dropped his feet and roared to drive away the soldiers who came to put out the fire. Chang Siguo stopped Wei Zhongyu from lighting the third bottle and said: "Brother Wei, let's go and burn a trebuchet."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's almost done here. Lao Mu, hold up a bottle and if you see someone who is not afraid of death and dares to get close to the burning trebuchet, you can scare those bastards and burn them for another ten or twenty breaths. That trebuchet is completely useless.”
"Haha, I'm good at scaring people. Don't worry, leave it to me."
Mu Shuangquan saw the power of this gadget and wished he could offer the bottle of fire as a treasure. How could he be willing to waste it?
He quickly took the bottle from Wei Zhongyu's hand and agreed without hesitation.
Seeing Hei Wa and Mr. Wei hunched over to prevent being discovered by the Beirong soldiers in the distance, they ran to the west and hurriedly called to the commander with a sinister face, "Five sons, go quickly and search for two stones in the rolling stones." Come, scare the Beirong thieves, you have to throw something real."
After catching the stone that the man had found and putting the bottle down carefully, Mu Shuangquan said with a lot of bragging: "Fifth son, how is my brother's archery skills?"
"A sharpshooter! So awesome! One arrow is accurate!"
"Haha, that goes without saying. Let me tell you, one time, we were on a mission to patrol the border together. Hei Wa was not a body refiner at that time. We were unlucky and bumped into a group of Beirong cavalry sentries. A total of ten The cavalryman, with a stalking flat hair flying above his head, must die, right? What happens next, guess..."
Chang Siguo and Wei Zhongyu ran twenty feet away, took the fire bottle from another team leader, and cooperated to kill a trebuchet again, but this time they did not burn the soldiers. When they saw the fireball flying in the air, Beirong The soldiers were alert and fled in advance.
For the sake of safety, the Beirong people had previously fixed the trebuchet firmly in the snow with stakes and wooden pegs to prevent the trebuchet from moving. At this time, they were attacked and could not get rid of it in their haste.
More than twenty trebuchets became targets for the body refiners on the city wall to attack with fire bottles.
If the accuracy is good, two fire bottles will do the trick. If the accuracy is not good, if you throw all six fire bottles, you will always hit three or two.
A fire bottle can explode even if it is dropped on the snow. The fire oil will burn wherever it splashes. Under the pressure of the leader, the Beirong soldiers stepped forward with their shields and tried several times. The shields were burned, and their exposed feet were also burned. Make a fuss.
In less than half a word, there were only more than twenty huge burning flames left in the distance.
When the flames were extinguished, the trebuchet burned to pieces and turned into half-charred black charcoal.
Wei Zhongyu only burned two trebuchets, and there was no target to attack. It was very unsatisfactory. He complained to Yi Shangyan, who was running with his bow on his back, "Old Yi, why don't you go to the west? There are only four trebuchets. What's the point?" Are you fighting over it? Hei Wa and I won’t mind having a few more fights.”
"Haha, I won't compete with you later, just take your time and play."
Yi Shangyan was in a good mood and said to Chang Siguo: "Brother, let's go to Dongcheng. It's tight there. Can we help?" As a body-refining archer, he has great freedom with permission from his superiors, so he went there a few days ago. Other city leaders help.
Chang Siguo simply said one word: "Let's go!"
Wei Zhongyu shook his head regretfully and watched the two archers running east together, but he couldn't leave.
He is currently the only body refiner in this 80-foot-long city. Even if there is no war, the Beirong people will be unable to organize an attack in a short time. He must guard it and cannot leave without authorization. This is a military order.
The fighting in the east of the city was extremely fierce, with soldiers from both sides fighting at the top of the five-mile-long city.
The Beirong soldiers spread out across the board, along more than 20 filled passages, braving arrows and rolling stones, and climbed along the ladders and siege vehicles to the top of the city with their lives.
Twenty feet away from the bottom of the city, rows of Beirong soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows to provide cover.
Arrows rained like rain, smoke billowed, and the sound of fighting was loud. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.
The soldiers at the east end of the north city, who shared the same hatred of the enemy, rushed to the corner and used bows and arrows to help Paoze in the east of the city kill the enemy.
Yi Shangyan shook his arm, slid the big bow to his left hand, and grabbed an arrow with his right hand. As he ran, he nocked an arrow and shouted: "Heiwa, follow me, shoot the leader of Beirong first, and when you meet Beirong, Rong Lianjian, I will go up to fight you, and you will find an opportunity to attack and kill him!"
His biggest impression of Hei Wa was his ability to shoot him at close range with a bow and arrow.
As he spoke, the arrow had already been shot. It hit a Beirong leader wearing light armor who jumped up to the top of the city twenty feet away and swiped his sword fiercely. He only fired half of his bow and shot through the light armor. It was enough to shoot the man off the top of the city. .
Chang Siguo said "Okay" and at the same time shot an arrow, shooting down a leader who was climbing a ladder twenty feet away.
The two of them were nimble on their feet, avoiding the injured corpses under their feet. They moved forward almost in tandem, taking arrows and setting them on the strings at extremely fast speeds. The two bows made a continuous "boom boom" sound. Every time the strings sounded, a life would be taken away.
Relying on his senses, Yi Shangyan used his bow to shoot down random arrows thrown in the air from time to time, protecting himself and Hei Wa beside him from stray arrows. He was worried that Hei Wa was not experienced enough to cope with such a complicated fighting scene.
With the two people joining in, they immediately suppressed the ladder twenty feet away.
An uncle whose light armor was dyed bright red shouted to the two sharpshooters who were running towards the city to shoot arrows: "Thank you." Then he turned around and shouted: "Cover me!"
Two wooden shields filled with arrows stretched out to the top of the chief's head. The chief dropped the curled knife, leaned against the city wall, grinned, took out the fire folder and candle from his arms, and shook it several times with his right hand. , lit the fire stick, holding the candle in his left hand, like a chicken pecking at rice, his hands were shaking so hard that he couldn't light the candle. He was so angry that he yelled: "Help me hold it steady."
Yi Shangyan swung his long bow and swept away a few random arrows. He arrived just in time. He stretched out his right hand and gently took out the candle from the uncle's hand. He saw that the uncle's left arm had been stabbed, blood was flowing, and his hand was full of blood. How can you not tremble?
He put the candle to the fire and quickly lit it. He casually inserted the candle into the snow in the gap between the walls.
A very ferocious smile appeared on the uncle's blood-stained face, and he shouted at the back of the figure who was charging forward: "Thanks, brother."
Yi Shangyan took the time to raise his left hand and waved his big bow back, indicating that you were welcome.
The uncle leaned over and took out a bottle from the blood-stained snow beside the wall. Blood was dripping from the cloth strip, and he muttered: "Can this damn thing still be used?"
Reluctantly, he touched the cloth to the fire, and boom, the flames burst out, almost lifting his messy beard and eyebrows.
The uncle quickly lifted the fire bottle further away and laughed loudly: "What a baby, it's still burning like this!"
He rushed out of the protection of the wooden shield and slammed the fire bottle into the ladder stand three feet away diagonally below.
"Bang", a ball of fire exploded and burned in the middle of the ladder. The splashing oil droplets burned the nearest Beirong soldiers who climbed up. Several people hurriedly rolled and climbed down to escape.
The uncle was very happy. This thing worked so well. It burned a large area. It was much more powerful than before. He was relieved to use the oil. He shouted to his men who were about to raise their shields to protect him: "Quickly, give me another bottle and burn that annoying ladder completely." Burned."
He remembered that three fire bottles were delivered, but he did not use them. The soldier who delivered the fire bottles repeatedly told them that they were good things.
Yi Shangyan and Chang Siguo had already killed more than ten feet, and their arrows were all fired. They kept shooting at the soldiers who climbed up to the top of the city. They quickly reversed the situation and made the soldiers who were fighting at the top of the city very morale. Vibrate.
"Here comes the sharpshooter."
"Brothers, reinforcements are coming, kill them."
Yi Shangyan suddenly noticed two figures running from below the city along the moat at extremely fast speeds.
He raised his hand and shot an arrow, but the man dodged him and shouted: "Hei Wa, be careful, a master is coming, let's block it."
