From being stimulated by silver at the beginning, to being in a difficult situation in the middle, to being hysterical at present, every soldier has forgotten their original dream.

Now, they have only one wish to fight and strive to survive.

Teams of soldiers walked past the mountain of silver piles under the wall, but no one glanced at the blood-stained silver. Everyone's eyes were numb. When the sound of war drums and shouts sounded, their numb eyes immediately turned into excitement.

There were several clangs, and it was the sound of the ladder leaning against the city wall again. The soldiers on the wall rushed up shouting. Some used push rods to push the ladder out, while others picked up the boiling water behind them, splashing it down regardless of the thirty-seventy-two-one. At first, they used oil, but now they had used up all the feces. Then they used boiling water to boil feces, but now there was nothing left, and only boiling water was left.

Some raised the rocks, rolled the wood, and threw it down.

The pole and nail slap that were originally arranged on the city had been damaged by the rebels' repeated attacks and could no longer be used. Now they can only rely on these things.

From time to time, soldiers just raised their things in their hands and were pierced by feather arrows and fell down with terrifying cry, but there were more screams coming from the city.

"Lying down!" Jian Fang pushed the child beside him down, and he lifted the knife. From yesterday to now, he always let the child lie in a dead body on the ground to pretend to be dead. When he was fighting with the enemy, the child lying on the ground used the crossbow arrows in his hand to plot against his opponent. The crossbow in his hand was not big, but the structure was very exquisite. It was much more lethal than ordinary military crossbows. It was easy to pierce armor and bones. This was a gift from Xiao Zhenggang to his grandson when he was alive. The gift from soldiers to his children was always beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Like Jian Fang, when his son was ten years old, he gave him a sharp dagger.

I don’t know that Xiao Zhenggang got this thing from there, but in the past two days, with the close cooperation between the two, they have already killed them. No, it should be said that they have plotted against more than ten rebel generals. None of these people had worse martial arts cultivation than Jian Fang. They didn’t understand until they died that they were plotted against by a small child.

Of course, it is precisely because of Jian Fang's actions that the child has survived to this day.

A half-grown child with a dirty face was lying among the dead bodies on the ground. No one would notice that he was the incarnation of the god of death at this moment.

Mrs. Xiao was standing on the city gate tower, and the city tower behind her was burning. The flames reflected her white hair and white clothes, which looked even more heroic.

A man covered in blood came over. The original white filial piety uniform could not be seen at this moment. He walked under the city gate building and looked up at the old lady Xiao above, "Mom, the third brother is gone, you are the only son left!" After saying this, he burst into tears.

"As long as Xiao is not dead, there is no need to cry. If he dies, there is no need to cry. Howl, kill the enemy!" Old Mrs. Xiao's voice was extremely cold.

The man wiped his tears and howled and threw himself into the battlefield again. Old Lady Xiao raised her head. She did not cry, but only a trace of blood oozed out of the corners of her mouth. The mother and son were both her own children, but now, she could not even shed a single tear.

Huang Hao rushed up again. With a bandage wrapped around his head, he was covered in blood. He had fought with the Qi people and the Qin people, but he never expected that he would fall into a big fall in a small county like Longyou and did not take down Longyou County as scheduled. This was a big setback for Luo Yishui's overall plan. In the past few days, Luo Yishui's face has been as gloomy as night.

He once again rushed to the top of the city when he fell.

With his angry shout, the sword slashed at a general in front of him. He had been paying attention to this place for a long time. On this small wall, he had damaged more than a dozen lieutenants. There should be a master hidden here, and he must take action himself.

Jian Fang also roared and greeted him. Once upon a time, generals such as Huang Hao were the objects he admired, but now they are fighting with him in life and death.

However, the two martial arts cultivations are quite different. Huang Hao is already at the peak of level 8, but he is just an ordinary level 8 cultivator. With two swords touching, he is already unstable and stumbles backwards.

Seeing the child lying in the pile of corpses behind Huang Hao, Jian Fang was raising the crossbow arrow in his hand, but he was anxious in his heart and turned around and pounced on him, but shouted wildly: "Don't move, don't move!"

He knew in his heart that only when he could stop his opponent would the child's plot be effective. Facing a master like Huang Hao, he could not restrain himself at all. The child's plot would only put him in extreme danger. Huang Hao could take his life with a casual knife.

The child was very smart. When he heard Jian Fang's roar, he immediately lowered his raised arms and continued to curl up and pretend to be dead. Huang Hao naturally didn't understand Jian Fang's meaning, and he sneered and didn't move. It was a joke.

Some soldiers hugged Jian Fang and rushed towards Huang Hao with him. However, in the face of the huge martial arts cultivation gap, in the messy obstacles on the city, they could not form a joint force at all. In a blink of an eye, Jian Fang became a bare pole again.

He swung his sword, rushed forward, injured. He rushed forward, injured again, and repeated several times. Jian Fang had become a bloody man, with blood all over his body. More importantly, behind Huang Hao, more and more rebels had already surged from this gap.

"Oops!" Jian Jian shouted in his heart.

The white skirt suddenly flashed in front of me, and a man stopped Jian Fang, with a jingle sound, and the weapons were touching each other, and the sound was not loud, but this time Huang Hao was beaten back.

It's Mrs. Xiao! Jian slowed down and took a knife on the ground, holding a big mouth. In the past few days, this old man with white hair has been rescued countless times in the city walls.

Before he could breathe evenly, Jian Fang waved his knife and rushed forward. The child was already overwhelmed by the rebels who rushed up. As long as people find out that he is a living person, they will die immediately.

Swift your sword and storm the rebels.

Huang Hao and Mrs. Xiao fought several moves and realized that this old woman was not something she could stop. Looking back, the soldiers who attacked were also killed and retreated step by step. He understood that this time he failed again.

"Retreat!" he roared angrily.

Where did the rebels come from and where did they go? Following the ladder they climbed up, Huang Hao stood on the wall, desperately blocking Mrs. Xiao's attack. He didn't notice that there was a small gap among the pile of corpses on the ground, and a small crossbow was aiming at his body from that gap.

With a sound of lightning, the crossbow shot into Huang Hao's hips. He screamed, and a backfired green onion planted it down from the city.
Chapter completed!