At this time, the defenders in the barracks had already climbed to the top of the city with their defense equipment, picked up the hammers, and smashed the stones down, causing the enemy troops attacking the city to fall like rain.

But more and more infantrymen rushed to the city, clinging to the ladder like ants, climbing up quickly.

The defenders moved oil barrels and poured the viscous and flammable liquid down. The fire masters in the army popped up flames to ignite the kerosene.

The flames mercilessly devoured the enemy troops attacking the city, and raging flames were ignited under the city wall, with billowing smoke rising. The scorching heat and thick smoke made those enemy troops who were lucky enough not to be splashed with kerosene to suffer.

Fu Qingyang watched this scene indifferently.

As a high-ranking scout, he was used to seeing this kind of scene, but Lingjun, Tianxiaguihuo, Zhao Chenghuang and Xiahou Aotian had never seen such a scene where their lives were like a piece of grass, and they were shocked.

Their profession determines that they will never be able to appear in large-scale war copies.

"call out!"

A shrill whistle came, and an arrow passed through the battlefield at an unimaginable speed and shot towards Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang stood still, raising his hand to catch the incoming arrow.

Among the enemy troops, a burly figure rose into the sky, attacking like a cannonball, and laughed wildly:

"Yang Ce, I didn't expect that a drunkard from a noble family like you has some skills. You haven't had enough fighting during the day. Let's have another fight."

This man is wearing a blood-colored armor, has dreadlocks on his head, a big face, a flat nose, and single eyelids. He is a typical Northern Dynasty person.

It is none other than Wanyan Batian, the right commander of the Juque Army.

Wanyan Batian was still in the air, with two blood runes appearing in his eyes. The defenders around Fu Qingyang held their heads and screamed, their veins protruding, and they slaughtered each other irrationally.

At this moment, from the city head on the other side, a golden red light shot out, hitting Wanyan Batian in the middle.

The burly general, who was covered in fat and muscles, froze up, and the spiritual energy in his body was violent, and he stagnated in the air.

Fu Qingyang shook his wrist and threw out the arrow in his hand, hitting Wanyan Batian's forehead. There was a sharp "ding" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. The arrow containing sword energy only broke through the flesh and failed to damage the bones.

"Leave this guy to me." The Demon Eye King, who was already impatient, bounced with a "bang" and hit Wanyan Batian from the side.

The collision between the two ancient gods of war was like the ringing of bells in an ancient temple, long and violent. Wanyan Batian smashed into the cavalry regiment beneath him, killing and injuring all the men and horses.

The two ancient gods of war were caught in the midst of thousands of troops and fought against each other. Sometimes they attacked the city walls, and sometimes they fell into the Northern Dynasty's army. Wherever they passed, the real men and horses were shattered.

The level of Demon Eye King is lower than that of Wanyan Batian, but the bewitching eyes give him the upper hand, almost overwhelming the output of level eight Wanyan Batian.

However, the ancient god of war, with his bronze skin and iron bones, is invulnerable and has a tenacious vitality. There are blood packs everywhere around him. When his strength is low or he is seriously injured, he can just pick up a soldier and drink his blood essence, and his injuries can be fully restored.

As the two armies were locked in a stalemate, high-pitched drum beats came from the rear of the Northern Dynasty.

A division of tigers and wolves wearing blood-colored armor finally joined the battlefield.

Giant Que Army!

At the same time, a pressure from high-ranking people came, and the soldiers, middle-level generals, and senior generals on the battlefield were shaking uncontrollably.

Even as the coach, Fu Qingyang, the muscles all over his body were unconsciously tense, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Fu Qingyang's expression was solemn as never before.
Chapter completed!