Ohubali instinctively drew his knife to block it, and felt a strong force coming from the knife along his arm, making him lose his center of gravity and fall backwards. The two Suwei sergeants beside him, Then he rushed forward with his long spear in hand, and stabbed the nimble fat man who had just landed on the ground.
Fatty Wang threw the big shield hard at the two sword-wielding sergeants. They instinctively raised the point of the sword that was originally stabbing Fatty Wang to dial the shield, but unexpectedly, a round meat ball came out. In this way, it came through the legs and feet of the two people, and its speed was as fast as lightning. The expressions of the two people changed. They wanted to change their bodies and hit them, but it was too late. They saw a flash of sword light and a sudden burst of blood. Now, the legs of the two people were separated from their bodies, and they fell to the ground screaming, holding the broken leg where blood was gushing out, and howling miserably.
Fatty Wang flew forward and swung his sword twice. A red streak flashed across the two people's throats. Then, the severed heads rolled to the side like watermelons. Fatty Wang's body was covered with splatters. The blood of these two people, even their faces, were full of blood beads, and they looked fierce.
Ohobaal struggled to get up from the ground to fight. Four or five Helan tribe soldiers wearing mail ran past him like lightning. They raised their swords and roared loudly as they rushed towards Fatty Wang who just killed someone.
Fatty Wang yelled: "Well done!" He took out something from his arms and threw it at these people. They raised their knives to block them, thinking it was some kind of hidden weapon, but after raising their knives, It was like hitting something, and then, the pungent smell of sulfur penetrated their noses, and their bodies were suddenly sprinkled with yellow sulfur powder and white saltpeter, all of which were used to ignite the fire. things.
The leading soldier immediately reacted and shouted: "No, it's a brimstone bag, get out quickly!"
However, it was already too late. Fatty Wang smiled and picked up a fire stick and scratched it on his belt. Suddenly, a blazing fire burst out and he shouted: "Go to hell." Let's go!" He threw the fire stick hard at the leading soldier who was turning around and trying to escape.
The smell of roasted human flesh suddenly filled the nearby city walls. The leading soldier suddenly became a burning torch. The severe pain and fear made him try to grab everyone around him for help, and followed The four people next to him were also touched by him. Wherever he touched, flames rose. One human flesh torch suddenly turned into five, and the sound of frightened screams was accompanied by these five. The individual's running spread throughout the entire city wall.
A burning man screamed and rushed towards Ohubali. He was still so surprised that he forgot to get up just now and lay on the ground like this. It was not until the burning man rushed towards him that he realized what he was doing and reluctantly He rolled a few steps to the side and left the road where this man was running. He felt a wave of heat pass through the back of his head, and with the howling wind, he even felt that the hair and helmet tassels on the back of his head were burning. , and in the blink of an eye, he saw this burning body, Xingzhi jumped off the top of the city, and smashed into the attacking Jin army under the city wall.
Ohubali secretly thought that he was lucky. If he had been met by this person just now, he would have become a burning man now. He looked at the direction of the burning man jumping off the city wall with lingering fear. At this moment, he had already More than ten dwarfs, like Fatty Wang, climbed onto the city wall.
On this not-so-large city tower, only a few steps wide, on these rubble fields strewn with rocks and debris, the advantage of these people's flexibility is clearly evident, and they can often escape with just one drill and one jump. The big swords and long swords that greeted them above their heads could often dodge the attacks from the three directions with just a roll.
The place where the sharp blade stabbed was often the enemy's waist, abdomen or even calf. The weak point of the mail protection was often the broken leg in the cave. Whether it was the Suwei sergeant or the soldiers of the Helan tribe, they were all struck like this. Fallen, assassinated, more than twenty people fell immediately, and a steady stream of such dwarfs continued to come to the city.
The Jin troops below the city let out bursts of cheers, and even started to look normal. The ordinary sergeants who had just been unable to climb to the top of the city also rushed up, and correspondingly, the Yan troops came one after another. The armored soldiers were constantly being transported to the top of the city. As soon as the door of the compartment was opened, a group of armored warriors screaming strangely would rush out and fight with the Jin army close at hand.
Ohobaal gritted his teeth and jumped up from the ground. He looked around to find the fat man who was the first to rush to the city. He claimed to be a fat man. This person who got there first was the enemy's number one. A warrior, only by killing him can he demoralize the enemy. He understands this.
But wherever he looked, the fat man was looming, burrowing in and out among the crowds and piles of rocks, and from time to time he would slip between the people fighting, and every time he turned around, he would be picked up. There was a shower of blood, and the Yan army soldiers who he dodged often had their legs broken or their stomachs broken. In just a moment, six or seven people fell under his sword.
Ohoba stamped his feet with great strength. He picked up a crossbow that fell on the ground. He squinted his left eye and aimed at the running Fatty Wang. Now he could see clearly what Fatty Wang was running towards. The place he was heading towards was exactly where a wooden carriage ascended to the city. It seemed that his goal was not to fight at the top of the city, but to destroy the wooden carriage that ascended to the city!
Ohubali's eyes widened. Fatty Wang was clearly running in zigzags, dodging his arrows. He gritted his teeth and calculated the direction in which Fatty Wang was running. Near the inner wall, a man was turning. Less than ten steps away from the arm-thick iron hinge wheel axis, he pulled the trigger hard and shouted: "Go to hell!"
Fatty Wang was still running towards the wheel axle at high speed, and beside him, a short sergeant who was fending off two machetes coming from the left happened to turn his head and saw the arrow. He shouted: "Fat brother, be careful. !" Regardless of the two scimitars in front of him, he rushed forward and blocked the direction of the arrow!
With a "pop" sound, the crossbow hit him directly in the heart, and then there was the sound of two knives hitting his shoulders and neck. A huge gash was opened in his neck, and blood spurted out of his mouth. It was obvious that He couldn't live anymore, but there was a smile on his face: "Fat, fat brother, hurry up, hurry up!"
With tears in Fatty Wang's eyes, he swooped down to the chain. He quickly took out a bottle from his arms, raised it high, and threw it at the chain, which was as thick as an arm. His roar: "Get off here!"
