"hey-hey!"
Mu Shuangquan saw the invulnerable giant man with two crossbow arrows stuck in his back, especially the second one, which penetrated the giant man from his back to his chest. He let out two weird laughs in relief, but slowly sat down.
The scorched face was as white as paper.
"Boss, boss, you can't die."
Wuzi, whose face was full of flesh, grabbed Mu Shuangquan, who had lost his left arm and lost too much blood, and shouted in a tearful voice.
"Fart...fart, I just...have no energy left."
"Oh, oh, I'll wrap you up tighter. Boss, you have to hold on. Master Heiwa is here to save us."
Wuzi sat on the ground, hurriedly tearing another piece of clothing and wrapping another layer on Mu Shuangquan's broken arm.
Mu Shuangquan's consciousness was a little blurry. He remembered something and muttered in a low voice: "Five sons... fire bottle, throw the fire bottle... throw them all away, burn those idiots..." The voice gradually dropped to nothing.
"I'll throw it away, I'll throw it away now... Boss, don't say anything."
Wuzi supported Mu Shuangquan, who was unconscious, and sat up against the crossbow seat, preventing him from lying down to prevent the soldiers from behind from stepping on him when they came up. He lay in the blood, dragging his broken leg wrapped in black cloth. , and climbed hard to the pile of rolling logs on the right.
The sand bucket is under the wooden board next to the wall. There are fire bottles, fire breakers and candles in it.
The giant man threw himself on the pile of corpses, staggered and stood up again, causing a cry of exclamation, is this not going to kill him?
Baba, a Beirong leader, ran forward to please the giant man, but was slapped several feet away by the unconscious giant man. His muscles and bones were broken, and he fell into a bloody gourd on the ground.
"Set the arrow, shoot the arrow, shoot him!"
Someone in the crowd of defenders shouted at the top of their lungs, and a hail of arrows shot at the giant man who had lost his axe.
The giant man took a breath, his whole body muscles bulged, he covered his eyes with his left hand, and strode towards the outer city. He didn't even bother to turn around to pick up the fallen axe, and the arrow shot through the thin leather armor on his body. , pierced the back and body, and while running, the arrows fell one after another, only hurting the flesh.
The giant man ran rampant, knocking over countless unlucky soldiers in just a few steps.
He was seriously injured, so he relied on a mouthful of real energy to support him for the time being. He was worried that there would be another wave of indiscriminate close-range crossbow attacks from some crazy guy, and he couldn't afford to waste time.
An arrow roared from a distance. The giant man recognized it and opened his right hand to block it.
"Dang", the arrow stuck in the palm of his hand and was blocked by the bones. The giant man kicked off his feet, jumped over the city wall without hesitation, and fell outside the city with a body of arrows and crossbows, which once again caused a burst of exclamations.
Chang Siguo shook his head slightly. This was the first time he had seen such a powerful cultivator.
He was so seriously injured that he still dared to jump from a high place into the city. His body was too strong. I admired that guy's decisiveness and decisiveness.
It's a pity that he doesn't have much free time at this time, otherwise he would have chased to the top of the city and rewarded the giant man with two more arrows.
He took an arrow and stretched his bow, and shot at the fast-moving man named Le. Yi Shangyan stood in front of him with his sword. He was looking for an opportunity five feet away, always ready to give the man named Le a fatal blow.
The man named Le was not ready to let him go, and he had no intention of letting him go either.
Yi Shangyan had long ordered the soldiers to retreat and clear out this area of the city. If it were delayed for a while, the nearby body refiners would probably arrive to help with the siege.
One arrow after another was fired, forcing Lemo to dare not use up all his moves. Yi Shangyan also used defensive moves such as unloading, belting, wrapping, and swinging to deal with the white-robed man, trying not to achieve merit but to avoid fault. , forcing the man who wanted to break through to retreat again and again.
Chang Si tried several times to find the feeling that his body and footwork were in harmony, but because the two were so entangled, he was worried about accidentally injuring Yi Shangyan, and the opportunity was fleeting.
The three of them were in such a weird stalemate at the top of the city, like an eagle catching a chicken, they were all looking for a sure kill.
More than twenty feet away, more and more soldiers poured out from the siege vehicles. Like ants, they stepped on the burning pile of firewood and gradually extinguished it one by one in the snow. The Beirong soldiers killed the guards at the top of the city. Retreat to both sides to expand the occupied territory.
A man whose face was covered with blood and whose true appearance could not be seen lay lying in the turbid dark red snow water, turning a deaf ear to the sounds of shouting, screaming and dying, and finally fumbled for a small bucket from under the wooden board.
His eyes went dark, his whole body became cold, and a tired smile appeared on his gray lips.
With his left hand trembling, he picked up the bamboo tube half buried in the sand and shook the sand off. With his right hand, he struggled to unscrew the bamboo cap and blew twice on the fire stick inside. Such a simple action made him sleepy from exhaustion. heavy.
He took out a fire bottle, panted for a while, endured the pain and reluctantly sat up leaning against the wall, and put the fire fold on the cloth strip.
The flames hit the man's face with a bang.
The man had a messy short beard, unidentified eyebrows, and wet hair that was rolled up with a burning smell. The man felt the burning pain, and was stimulated by the bright flames, which gave him some energy.
He threw the burning bottle of fire towards the crowd five feet away.
That's where the Beirong traitor jumped down, and the boss asked him to throw away all the remaining fire bottles.
"Bang", the bottle of fire hit the city wall and exploded, suddenly like poking a hornet's nest. Whether it was on fire or not, the Beirong soldiers ran wildly outside, and the firewood on the ground rekindled.
The man grinned, grabbed a fire bottle again, lit it and threw it at the siege vehicle that showed its opening.
Unfortunately, his hands were weak and the fire bottle hit the wall again.
The wall that was more than ten feet wide immediately burned into a wall of fire. Some kerosene splashed into the siege vehicle with the cotton curtain open, and burned scatteredly, looking a little shabby.
"There, there!"
"Stop him, don't let him set fire!"
"Quick, kill him!"
The man grabbed a fire bottle in each hand, lit them together, and waved them at the Beirong soldiers who were coming to kill him.
The Beirong soldiers who were so frightened that they were not afraid of death turned around and ran away in panic. No one wanted to be burned alive, and they all shouted: "Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow quickly!"
Seeing the fire, the soldiers guarding the city saw hope one by one, and ran towards the man with shouts.
"Brother, throw it quickly, throw it hard and accurately."
"Burn the siege engines!"
The man bit his tongue fiercely, raised his upper body, grabbed the fire bottle in his right hand, and threw it at the siege vehicle.
"Puff", several sharp arrows hit the man's right arm, chest and abdomen.
The man saw a ball of fire wrapped in thick smoke coming out of the siege vehicle, and grinned. He could no longer feel the pain of the arrow, and blood overflowed from his mouth. In a daze, he heard various strange screams, and his hands The body was so limp that he no longer obeyed his orders. When he fell down, he tried his best to push the fire bottle in his left hand forward.
The fire bottle fell more than ten feet away, smashed and splashed, burning in the snowy water without burning anyone alive.
"Quick, there's a bottle of fire in that bucket."
"Fight the fire."
"Kill, drive the Beirong traitors down, their siege engines will be burned."
"We can't let them put out the fire, stop them!"
"Grab the bottle!"
The defenders and Bei Rong soldiers on the top of the city suddenly fell into madness, roaring and yelling. The two sides collided and charged to death within a radius of five feet. They fought one after another, killing blood and flesh everywhere, just to fight for the small wooden barrel.
Such an abnormality naturally alarmed the three people fighting in the distance.
Le Mozhi looked back and saw the flames soaring into the sky, but did not see the figure of the giant man standing out from the crowd. He almost lost his temper and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Only a few moments later, that idiot Barbarian Tiger had ruined the great situation that he had managed to capture at the top of the city. Even the siege vehicles were set on fire. Why didn't he die? !
