The tung oil or spirits on their bodies ignited when exposed to fire, instantly burning them into flames. The people behind looked at each other and did not dare to step forward. Unfortunately, they still could not escape the fate. There was a "whoosh" of wind above their heads, and countless torches fell from the sky.
"flutter…"
"flutter…"
………
If the torch falls on the firewood, or directly hits the bandit, the firewood will catch fire, and the bandit will catch fire. The fire will take advantage of the wind, making a "whooshing" sound, sparks flying, and burning the entire camp.
Screams resounded throughout Wengcheng.
"The surname is Luo, Zhu Zi. If you have the guts, come down and challenge me in a duel!"
Zhu Chong's eyes were all cracked, and he pointed his sword at the city wall. What responded to him was a torch, and he hurriedly knocked it open with his sword.
"Brother, move closer to the middle area. There is no fire there."
In the chaos of the army, military advisor Zhu Chongshui finally found a way out and quickly reminded Zhu Chongjiu at the throat.
The area of the urn city is not small, and the middle area is far away from the city wall, making it difficult for tung oil and spirits to be spilled, forming a large safety island.
Zhu Chongjiu struck the horse's butt with the big knife in his hand. The horse suddenly felt pain and ran wildly. In an instant, the men and horses jumped into the middle of the urn.
The surviving bandits followed suit one after another. Some of the bandits who were on fire but not burned to death also wanted to hide in the safe island, but were kicked away by other bandits and left to burn to death.
The urn city was filled with flames, smoke, corpses everywhere, screams, and the smell of burnt flesh, making it a purgatory on earth.
"Luo Wenpeng, I have to chop you to death. No, I want to light your sky lantern..."
Zhu Chongjiu, who had taken a breath, cursed angrily again, showing his anger.
"boom"
A loud noise drowned out his voice.
The ground shook, and countless bandits who were not burned to death were blown to pieces. Zhu Chongjiu was knocked off his horse by the air wave caused by the explosion. He lay on the ground, looking for Zhu Chongshui.
"Second brother, what's going on?"
"boom"
Another loud noise drowned out his voice.
A bloody head fell in front of him, staring at him with dead eyes. It was Zhu Chongshui he was looking for.
He was so frightened that he closed his eyes and pushed it away.
After two loud blasts, there was silence under the walls.
On the wall, the county soldiers and soldiers, including Luo Wenpeng, were frightened by the loud noise. Some of the timid ones peed their pants; some of the bold ones looked up at the sky and murmured to themselves: "Oh my God, what the hell?" Did it come with thunder?"
Under the wall, the bandits, dead or alive, all lay flat on their backs. The dead were completely dead, while the surviving ones were stunned and stunned.
The Fang sisters quickly woke up from the shock. They thought of Zhentian Lei and the disappeared Kong Fang. But Zhentianlei is too sensitive and they dare not speak out.
Kong Fang looked down and saw the raging fire lighting up the entire Wengcheng. There was not a single person standing in the Wengcheng.
"Is this done?"
He was very surprised, and he couldn't figure out for a moment whether it was because the new version of Thunder Thunder was too powerful, or whether it was because Zhu Chongjiu was not as good as Wu Mazi.
He put away the remaining three thunderbolts, walked out of the darkness and found Luo Wenpeng.
"Captain Luo, it's time to clean up the battlefield."
Luo Wenpeng woke up from a dream and quickly ordered the county soldiers to clean up the battlefield.
"Dear county soldiers, the bandits are very cunning. Please be careful of them cheating death. You two work together and look after each other. No matter life or death, you have to hit them!"
Kong Fang reminded loudly.
Sister Fang Shiqing also followed the county soldiers down to Wengcheng. They took a look at the corpses of the bandits. They found that their death conditions were worse than those of Wu Mazi's group of bandits.
The limbs were mutilated, the body and head were separated, the chest and abdomen were burst, blood stained the ground red, internal organs were scattered everywhere, and the complete corpses were covered with iron beads of different shapes and sizes.
The smell of blood and burning filled the entire Wengcheng.
"vomit……"
Many county soldiers were vomiting wildly, and even the soldiers who had been on the battlefield felt like their stomachs were churning. They had never seen such a tragic battlefield. It was simply hell on earth, the world of Asura.
"Sir, you read a lot, can you tell me what happened just now?"
On the city wall, Luo Wenpeng was just stunned.
He observed the sky countless times and found no sign of thunder. The origin of the two thunders was very strange.
"If I say that we moved God, sent thunder from the sky, subdued demons and eliminated demons, and eradicated the evil bandits in Litou Mountain, would you believe it?" Kong Fang copied Zhu's theory.
"Send thunder from the sky to destroy demons..." Luo Wenpeng lowered his head and chanted repeatedly.
"That should be it."
He nodded suddenly, feeling as if a stone had fallen to the ground. Kong Fang was confused.
What a bear, so easy to fool? Should he be tricked into becoming one of his soldiers?
But in order to never have green grass grow on his head, and to take precautions before it happened, he decisively gave up this idea.
"Ah... ghost..."
A sudden cry for help interrupted their conversation, and there was a commotion under the urn. Then I heard Zhu Chongjiu's violent voice, "Haha, I'm not dead! Luo Wenpeng, why don't you come out and die!"
Looking closely, I saw a stupid man holding a big sword in his hand, mad as a demon, which scared the county soldiers and retreated in panic.
Luo Wenpeng looked bad.
Kong Fang is the commander in chief of this battle, and he planned the plan to burn the bandits on fire. What do you mean by shouting at me to kill me several times?
"Evil thief, suffer death!"
Fang Shiqing scolded him. He rose into the air like a golden phoenix and leaped over the heads of countless county soldiers. The sword in his hand was like a beam of lightning and it was directed at the enemy. The sound of the sword was like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss.
Zhu Chongjiu's eyes widened in anger, and he blocked with a "hu" wave.
"Ding"
The tip of the sword was nailed to the broadsword's surface, Fang Shiqing's offensive stopped, and Zhu Chongjiu's feet moved slightly. He grunted, pushed the blade sideways, and the sword broke away.
He danced the sword wildly, the sword wind roared, and it rolled towards Fang Shiqing crazily. Fang Shiqing's figure was elegant, and he swung his sword to meet the enemy, and the sound of metal clashing was shocking. Luo Wenpeng shouted that it was not good and jumped from the city wall.
Kong Fang lay on the wall and looked down, feeling dizzy because the wall was too high.
He quickly turned around and hurried down the steps of the city wall.
The soldiers were all veterans with rich battlefield experience, and Kong Fang reminded them that they led the county soldiers to kill the bandits whose bodies were still intact, regardless of whether they were dead or not.
After mending the sword, everyone gathered in a circle, surrounding Zhu Chongjiu at the core.
Kong Fang squeezed into the crowd. Fang Shiqing and Zhu Chongjiu were fighting fiercely. Sometimes she was like a startled giant, sometimes like a weak willow, and her figure was erratic. The sword in her hand sometimes looked like lightning, sometimes like a gust of wind, and her moves never left Zhu Chongjiu's vitals.
Zhu Chongjiu was tall and looked like a black-faced demon under the smoke and fire. He was powerful and heavy, and the sword in his hand whirred to block Fang Shiqing's sword.
He had put away his arrogance and his face became more solemn, but his face was dark and the light was dim so no one could see it.
In fact, he regretted not escaping quietly just now, but showing off instead.
If you escape, you may still have a chance to survive.
Now I want to escape...it seems I can't find the chance.
"Hiss..."
He was distracted for a moment, and Fang Shiqing's sword broke through the blockade of his knife net, slashed across his arm, tore through his clothes, leaving a wound, and blood instantly flowed out of the wound.
Zhu Chongjiu was furious, raised his knife and yelled: "You stinky bitch, go to hell!"
