When the bandit suppression army was repairing, there was another exception, that was the monkey. This guy never stopped to rest from scratch. For him, the time when the Yan army had not climbed up was the time when he showed his skills. When the bandit suppression army was raising their strength one by one, he kept shuttled through the city like a ghost, and he occasionally popped up his head out of the city, and the arrow was shot without any loss. Each arrow would take away the life of a Yan soldier. Moreover, this guy's favorite thing was to kill the Yan army in armor different from ordinary soldiers. In his opinion, as long as the armor of ordinary Yan soldiers was different, it would be a different identity. No matter what, he was a sergeant!

"Use strong tinder and smash it for me." Huang Chengzhong roared when he saw the Yan army climbing upwards.

Qingzhuang, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately lifted a pot of boiling hot oil and was poured down the ladder by Qingzhuang along the cloud ladder.

The hot tinder was boiling, and a little bit of oil splashed on the skin would make a big bubble. Yan Jun, who was climbing, looked up and saw the hot tinder oil coming towards him. Before he could react, he was poured all over his body. Suddenly, many blisters were burned on his face and hands, and his whole body was burned out of recognition. He screamed and fell to the city.

A torch was thrown off the top of the city, and it swung several times in the air and hit the moat directly. A layer of oil had already floated in the moat. As soon as the torch fell, a raging fire ignited the entire moat. The rolling smoke made the Yan army climbing cry, and they could not climb with their eyes open. They could only close their eyes and gritted their teeth and climb up with their feelings. However, the Zhao army at the top of the city was aiming at them and smashing stones and shooting archery feathers.

A dead soldier in Yan army looked up at the city wall, because he found that the smoke was not so uncomfortable. But before he climbed up the city wall, he saw someone pouring a large pot of liquid down above his head. He knew it was burning hot tinder oil, and his mind suddenly broke. He saw many companions being so tragic. Before the boiling oil fell on him, he jumped down from the ladder. However, the city wall was so high that it jumped directly, and there was a sea of ​​fire below. If it fell, it would definitely be dead or not.

Fortunately, the other places were the city gates, which were the focus of Yan's offensive and Mochen's defense. Yan's army used a big tree as thick as a bucket to hit the city gate. The suspension bridge outside the city gate had already been burned to ashes. But Yan's army tied several trees together and directly built the moat as wooden bridges. Because it was wet, the rolling flames in the moat actually burned the wooden bridge for a while.

"Hey Yo"

"Hey Yo"

The Yan army at the city gate shouted slogans and kept hitting the city gate in the raging fire. Each impact made a dull sound.

"Attack, attack, pour me down with hot turmeric." Huang Chengzhong shouted on the top of the city. Although his calf was injured, as the county magistrate of the Lower Capital, he was still commanding the soldiers at the top of the city.

Mochen was not very worried that the city gate would be knocked open, because he had already asked someone to put the city gate in sacks and block the city gate tightly. Although he could not enter and exit the city gate in this way, it was better than the Yan army breaking open the city gate. If the Yan army wanted to attack through the city gate, someone would have to clean up the sack full of soil from the city.

A soldier suddenly ran over and said anxiously to Huang Chengzhong: "What should I do if the county lieutenant is there? There is no hot turbulence."

"What? The fierce turquoise oil has been used up? Why can it be used so quickly? Without the fierce turquoise oil, use rock-rolling wood to smash it. If it really doesn't work, use people to smash it. You must not let the Yan army fight. The battle is not over yet!" Huang Chengzhong roared.

"Yes, county magistrate." The soldier came and went quickly, and disappeared into the crowd.

Mo Chen was not far away, and he felt bad when he heard that there was no strong tincture oil. Fierce tincture oil was a powerful weapon to defend the city! He immediately stopped attacking and trotted to Huang Chengzhong and said, "What's wrong? Uncle Huang."

Huang Chengzhong sighed with a long sigh and said with a doubtful look on his face: "Xiao Mo! The soldiers came to report just now that our fierce tincture oil is gone. Fierce tincture oil is a powerful weapon to defend the city! Without strong tincture oil, the Yan army would have even more scruples to attack the city."

Mochen thought for a while and said, "Since that's the case, Uncle Huang might as well collect the cooking oil in the city. Although the effect is not as good as the hot turbid oil, it is also of some use."

Zhou Rutong instinctively said, "No! All the oil in the city has been taken over, and the people in the city will have no oil!"

When Mochen heard this, he almost ran out with a mouthful of old blood. When was it time? He was thinking about the issue of the people in the city eating oil. He was really the conscientious parents of the people! But this is also a matter of time! The city is broken, and the people will choose the guy who eats oil, and their heads may fall off! The heads are all gone, so what's the use of leaving oil?

"Master Zhou! I'm not thinking about eating oil now! I'm doing what I have to do now to protect the capital. As long as I go down to the capital without breaking it, are you still worried that the people will not eat oil in the future?" Mochen said without thinking.

In fact, Zhou Rutong also knew the situation at this time. She just wanted to answer instinctively. After all, he always focused on the lives of the people. As soon as he said it, he realized the mistake. Now that he heard Mochen's words, his face turned red. As a parent official, he was now taught a lesson by a yellow-haired boy who had no hair, and it was very reasonable.

"Captain Mo Camp Yes, I am confused. This makes people collect cooking oil in the city." Zhou Rutong said.

After saying that, he directly found a few yamen runners and asked the yamen runners to ask the women and children to find all their cooking oil.

When the women and children heard that the hot tincture oil was gone, they rushed to use cooking oil, and they immediately ran home in a hurry and filled all the oil in the house, including lamp oil.

Buckets of solidified cooking oil were poured into a large pot and started cooking. The cooking oil was different from the hot tin oil. The solidified cooking oil was not ignited, and it was burning hot. Only when it was poured on Yan Jun was lethal.

Before the cooking oil was boiling, the aisle at the top of the city was boiling. Someone in the crowd shouted: "Come on everyone! The Yan army is coming, and you can defeat the Yan army!"

A dead soldier in Yan army was very lucky. He avoided the splash of hot tinder, avoided the shooting of arrow feathers, avoided the smashing of rocks, and climbed up to the wall. As soon as he climbed up the wall, he was immediately energetic and could finally meet the Zhao army. He looked up and saw a young and strong man wearing people's clothes rushing towards him, but in his opinion, these people were just a group of people, and they didn't have to take it seriously. Even if the people were weapons, they were still a group of people waiting to be slaughtered. As an elite soldier of Yan State, he rushed into the group of sheep with a knife, and he was not going to kill all directions.

Just as he took the long knife from his mouth and was about to jump into the aisle at the city wall, he felt a stomachache. He looked down with difficulty and saw a man in armor sitting under the wall, leaning against the wall, now he was laughing at himself. The other party was holding a silver-white shiny long knife in his hand. The long knife was inserted into his stomach at this time, and blood kept flowing down from the blade and dripping directly on the other party's face.

Yan Jun was so cruel! He was careless. His attention was all on the young and strong people when he came out. He didn't notice that there were still people under the wall! Seeing the other party's clothes and expressions, he knew that this must be the elite of Zhao's army, otherwise there would be such a strong and bloodthirsty gaze in his eyes. But such an elite soldier actually hid under the wall and attacked him shamelessly. This guy was so shameless that he really angry. As a soldier, he should fight openly.

Looking at the other party's sinister smile, the Yan army knew that he was caught, but as an elite dead soldier of the Yan army, he had already put life and death aside. Even if he died, he would take this hateful guy away with him to bury him.

The person with a smirk was Gouzi, but the Yan army really blamed Gouzi wrongly. Gouzi didn't intend to wait for him somewhere, and his elder brother, Mochen, asked them to lean there to rest and wait for close combat with the Yan army.

Seeing the young and strong people around him fighting bravely, while the soldiers could only lean on the city wall to rest, they were already hungry and thirsty. When he heard the young and strong people shouting that the Yan army had attacked, he was happy. When he saw the young and strong people rushing towards him, he was even more ecstatic. When he looked up, he saw that this guy was standing on the wall on his head. There was still a chance to let go. He just took a knife and stabbed the Yan army's stomach directly.

The Yan army had just raised his hand and was about to kill the damn bastard, but the Yan army found that the other party obviously realized his motive. The smile on the other party's face still remained unabashed, but he saw it in the other party's eyes, disdain, and disdain. Then before he could cut it down, the other party twisted, and the silver-white long sword rolled directly in his stomach, cutting off his intestines.

The Yan soldier felt another swelling of pain in his stomach, and blood spurted out of his mouth. Then he did not breathe, but he died and fell straight out of the city.

The dog wiped the blood from the sword in his hand, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes, saying, "Good brother, it's finally our turn to appear, let's kill us."

At this time, another Yan soldier's head appeared on the walls above the city of Xiadu, with an excited joy on his face.
Chapter completed!