Many bandits have gathered outside Zijun City, which makes the defenders inside the city extremely nervous.
Mr. Hong stood on a hillside, where he could clearly see the battle situation from here to Zijun City. He looked down at the team that had already gathered below, more than 3,000 people, and the remaining half were still on the way. It would take some time to wait for them all to arrive.
At this time, the already very chaotic bandits below were already ready to move, and things that did not obey orders often happened. If no measures were taken, I am afraid that they would be in chaos before the team could attack the city.
Several leaders discussed together and decided to send a team to harass the city first, and the number of people did not need to be too large. If it succeeds, that's the best. If it fails, it doesn't matter. It won't affect morale.
Mr. Hong looked around and asked, "Which leader is willing to take the lead?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a silence in the audience. At this time, the defenders on the city were at their peak energy and momentum. Leading a small team to attack the city was extremely risky, and it was no different than seeking death.
The cannon fodder soldiers who go up to attack will never come back, but the leaders who attack with the team have special skills, and the chance of survival is very high. This requires each leader to have a clear understanding of his own capabilities.
After a while, two people from the team came out first. Mr. Hong recognized them. They had a high reputation in the green forest, and their skills were considered to be top-notch among the bandit leaders. They were indeed good candidates.
Mr. Hong stepped forward and patted the two of them on the shoulders and said: "I'll leave it to the two leaders. If nothing can be done, just withdraw. Don't lose your life in vain."
"We will go through fire and water to serve your lord without hesitation."
"Let me go down and explore the enemy's depth for the army."
The two men went down the hillside, each led fifty troops and went straight to the city gate.
The guard general in the city is a descendant of an aristocratic family in Zijun City. His surname is Chen Mingli. His officers and soldiers are all trained by his own family. Each of them is an elite, but the number is quite small, only about a hundred people. The remaining few hundred people to assist in the defense are all officers and soldiers made up by the government, and their combat power can basically be ignored.
Chen Li stood on the city wall and saw the other party leading a hundred people from a distance and rushed over. He knew that the other party was testing him, but he really underestimated him.
"Brothers, these bandits are really arrogant. A hundred people are going to attack the city. They look down on us so much, so we have to show them how powerful they are."
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
The soldiers of the Chen family shouted in unison, the sound was like a drum, which made people passionate and diluted the tense atmosphere.
This was the strategy Chen Li had in mind.
Not counting the division of troops, the number of troops attacking the North City Gate in front of them was 3,000. It would be a fool's errand to rely on more than 100 of their elites to hold the city gate. The shouts in the formation can inspire the soldiers' courage the most. If the enemy is driven back, these hundreds of ordinary officers and soldiers will no longer fear fighting, but can cooperate with the Chen family sergeants to hold off the battlefield.
So a hundred men from the other side attacked, and Chen Li only used a hundred men to resist.
Although the bandits had a supply of weapons, they did not have much armor. In addition, there were no siege equipment. This wave of attacks was indeed a bit hasty.
By the time they arrived at the city wall, they had already been shot with two rounds of arrows by the defenders, leaving more than a dozen corpses behind. They then stared at them without further action.
The two bandit leaders were anxious when they saw that they could not attack the city. One of the strong men was even more impatient and could not bear it anymore. His name is Zhang Deng, and he holds a fire and water stick in his hand. He uses the shadow-burning holy technique inherited from his family. It sounds powerful, but in fact it is just a mortal martial art. After he became an adult, he went out to study with a master and learned some strange arts. With his martial arts strength greatly increasing, he gained his current reputation.
"Brother Zheng, I can't stand this kind of birdiness. Let's go up together and kill the officers and soldiers. There are only mortal troops on the left and right, and they can't stop us."
The man surnamed Zheng was tall and thick, not much worse than Zhang Deng. He carried a broken gold knife. He was famous in the green forest and was known as Zheng Er. Rumor has it that he was chased by his enemies, fell off a cliff, and picked up a sword with a method of practicing it. He practiced under the cliff for less than three days before stepping on the sword and escaping.
He looked ferocious, but his mind was clever. He thought to himself: "This raid is just for show. It is impossible to capture the city gate. But if we just go back like this without doing anything, with thousands of people watching behind us, we really can't do it." Explain."
Thinking of this, he nodded and agreed to Zhang Deng's suggestion.
Zhang Deng was secretly happy when he got the affirmative answer. Even though he said it easily, he actually didn't know what he was saying.
The two of them had made up their mind to use their body skills to climb up the city wall. They were both famous martial arts masters, so this couldn't stop them.
Chen Li watched the two men climb up. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers behind him dropped the rolling logs and thunder stones that had been prepared, and smashed them and the bandits who were motionless below the city.
It turned out that most of these leaders were from martial arts backgrounds, had never attacked a city, and were not familiar with some conventional warfare methods. They thought that there would be no danger if their soldiers rushed under the city wall, and they did not prepare archers to suppress the defenders above. They were being caught by this. Rolling wood, thunder and stone hit him hard.
For a moment, there was a lot of wailing and screaming at the foot of the city wall, and the remaining seventy or eighty people were wiped out. Only two leaders were left who relied on their own martial arts to resist.
Zhang Deng was forced to fall down the city wall first. He picked up a rolling log with the water and fire stick in his hand, and blocked all other things that hit him. Seeing that the attack on his head was gradually subdued, he immediately flew away a few thunder stones, used his body skills, and jumped onto the city wall with his feet on the thunder stones.
The gold-breaking knife in Zheng's second hand was very sharp and could cut everything that hit him in two. When he looked up and saw Zhang ascending the city wall, he inserted the gold-breaking knife into the city wall, stepped on it and jumped up. , flew up to the city wall, and with a move of his hand, the broken golden knife automatically flew away from the city wall and returned to his hand.
All the elites of the Chen family were waiting on the city wall. They reacted quickly and took out their crossbow arrows and shot them. Zhang Deng danced a water fire stick like a wheel and blocked all the crossbow arrows. Then he scratched the two ends of the stick on the shadow on the ground several times, and a string of black flames appeared out of thin air and burned on the stick.
It looked like a flame, but it was strange and had no temperature. He brandished a water and fire stick and rushed towards the defenders. The black flames were invincible wherever they passed. Once the defenders came into contact with the flames, the life in their bodies was immediately sucked away and they died on the spot. A dozen people died at once.
Chen Li felt distressed, separated from the crowd, grabbed a spear from the officers and soldiers around him and took it directly from Zhang Deng.
Zhang Deng Ling Ran was not afraid and stepped forward, but the all-conquering black flames suddenly failed. Not only was Chen Li unaffected, but he became more courageous as he fought.
Chen Li is a foundation-building monk. No matter how powerful Zhang Deng is, he is only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training. The magic in his hands is more effective for people with lower levels than him, but it is useless against higher-level foundation-building monks.
If the two of them were to compete in martial arts, they would be evenly matched, but Zhang Deng's methods were ineffective and he panicked, so he couldn't resist the defeat and retreated, shouting: "Brother Zheng, come and help quickly, or you won't be able to leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Er's golden-breaking knife flew over to help Zhang Deng gain some breathing time.
Zheng Er was never confused about this kind of life-related matter, but he had to be mentally prepared to fight with a monk at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The Broken Gate Knife could barely be regarded as a magic weapon. Chen Li did not dare to be careless. He reached into his waist and took out a stone seal. He threw it in the air and slowly grew in size. When it turned into the size of a millstone, it collided with the Broken Gate Knife. , gold and stone collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the two magic weapons flew back one after another.
Both sides looked down and saw that the broken golden knife had broken off its edge, and the stone seal had also been knocked out of the gap. Zheng Er was heartbroken, but Chen Li didn't care and threw out the stone seal again.
Zheng Er hesitated for a moment, but finally reluctantly sacrificed his magic weapon for the sake of his own life.
This time, given enough time, the stone seal completely expanded and took shape, the size of a hut, and was pressed down.
Zheng Er and Zhang Deng were overwhelmed by the power. Unexpectedly, the broken golden knife collided with it. Although it broke in a few places, it shook the stone seal, and a crack slowly spread from top to bottom. It emerged that this magic weapon was obviously useless.
The two of them laughed endlessly for the rest of their lives. They saw Chen Li taking the stone seal back into his hand. Before he could laugh, they saw Chen Li swiping his palm on the stone seal, and the scars on the magic weapon disappeared immediately.
With a casual throw, the stone seal the size of a latrine appeared again. Zheng Er saw that the opportunity was not good and shouted, "Eat me with a knife." But he ran very fast on his feet, leaving Zhang Deng alone in the same place.
Zhang Deng kept cursing and had no choice but to place the water and fire stick under the stone seal to support him, but he could not resist and was crushed into a pulp.
Shiyin killed one person and flew up again, aiming at Zheng Er who had not escaped far.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zheng Er bit the tip of his tongue and squirted out a mouthful of blood on the Broken Gold Knife. His whole body immediately shriveled up, but the Broken Golden Knife was full of energy and flew away with Zheng Er, bringing with it the sound of breaking through the air. .
Chen Li couldn't catch up, and was secretly angry. After this battle, he lost seventeen soldiers, nearly one-fifth of his soldiers, but one of the opponents escaped. If this continues, the Chen family's elite will probably be exhausted here.
Opposite Zijun City, a group of leaders also looked solemn. The one hundred people who attacked were all wiped out. Even the leader only returned one, and it seemed that he had lost his fighting power in a short period of time.
The bandits at the foot of the hillside also took the fight into view and finally stopped making noise.
If the only one who was satisfied was Mr. Hong, he just wanted to calm down the bandits. The result was just right. Even after witnessing the strength of the defenders, their morale was not greatly affected. They should be able to obey now.
"Dear leaders, the defenders here are tenacious. Let's wait until the follow-up troops arrive before making any plans. I have a wood attribute practitioner who can control trees. When the time comes, I will rely on him to use magic to make ladders, siege vehicles and other tools to attack the city. The process may be faster.”
"Then just wait."
The people present naturally had no objections. Otherwise, if they had attacked the city and died, no one would have stopped them.
