Because of the formation, it is difficult to leave any traces of time on the walls of the Great Wall of the North.
After the blood of the monsters splashed on the city wall, it began to slide down. From a distance, it looked like a waterfall.
It's just that the smell of blood is too strong.
The crossbow arrows were shot out one after another, just like the heavy rain that never stopped.
It seems impossible to exhaust those crossbow arrows with a terrifying aura, creating another pass at the top of the city.
Although those powerful monsters are getting closer to the top of the city, so far, none of them can really reach the top of the city.
In fact, even if some of them were lucky enough to reach the top of the city, the powerful monks on this northern Great Wall would immediately take action and kill them.
In fact, both sides knew very well that at this time, the demon clan was spending some of their lives to do two things. One was to find a flaw at the top of the city, and the other was, in the simplest way, to consume the crossbow arrows of the divine crossbow at the top of the city.
If we don’t talk about the first thing, the second thing is actually very difficult. After we had known that the Monster Clan was going to move south, everyone in Daliang was very interested in the northern border defense. Over at the Ministry of Industry, the old minister was captured by Chen Chao.
They are grinding to make dragon blood armor, but that is the trump card of Daliang Dynasty. In addition, the Ministry of Industry has been rushing to make ordinary ordnance, especially this divine crossbow arrow. In these days, it has been
One hundred thousand pieces were made in a hurry!
In addition, the Northern Territory would have a certain amount of divine crossbow arrows produced by the Ministry of Industry in previous years. In fact, the current crossbow arrow reserves in the Northern Territory are quite impressive.
If the demon tribe wants to use up all the divine crossbows of the northern border troops, they will have to attack the city non-stop for several months.
So in fact, the truth is very simple, that is, as long as the demon clan does not appear a few big demons and demon kings, let alone tens of thousands of demon clan strong men in front, even if it is a hundred thousand, it will be difficult to do anything to the city.
threaten.
But what the demon tribe lacks the most are those big demons.
When it comes to monks in the world, the human race is absolutely unable to compare with the monster race in terms of the number of monks or the number of strong men.
Therefore, every time a war starts in the north, the monster clan can freely throw away the lives of a few big monsters here, but Daliang needs to be extremely cautious every time, because every time one Wangyou monk is missing,
This means that in the next few years or even ten years, the Liang Dynasty may not be able to fill this vacancy.
Ning Ping looked at the city. The general stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching everything on the battlefield. As the general of the northern border, he must appear here at such a difficult time, otherwise the morale of the army will be damaged.
damage.
However, his own martial arts realm is also very strong. If he wants to die on the city wall, unless several demon kings join forces and there are no others to rescue him, he will not die so easily.
As another batch of crossbow arrows were fired, another group of monsters fell from the air, but a few monsters appeared at the top of the city, but what greeted them was a dense batch of crossbow arrows.
To get here, they had to dodge more than one batch of crossbow arrows. After dodging several batches of crossbow arrows, they were naturally exhausted. At this moment, they could not dodge this round of crossbow arrows at the top of the city.
.
So naturally what awaits them is death.
Under the city, in the monster army, and everywhere, there are monsters who have been observing the situation at the top of the city. They are holding pens and ink, and are constantly recording something. After filling a piece of paper, other monsters will write these things down.
The things were taken away and gathered into the core center of the monster army. There were also many monsters gathered there, constantly making calculations based on the papers sent back.
For more than two hundred years, the human race has been constantly strengthening itself, and the demon race has naturally not stopped. They have also been paying attention to the divine crossbows and crossbow arrows on the Great Wall of the North, and they have also made calculations. Among them
The intervals and landing points are all what they need to do.
A middle-aged, skinny demon general with a sad look stood near the demon clan who were constantly immersed in their calculations. He hesitated several times, but in the end he didn't say a word and just swallowed all his words.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a gray-haired old demon finally stood up, holding a piece of paper full of words in his hand, and looked at the middle-aged general with some bitterness.
"Follow me last time
When we came to the city to compare, the human race improved the frequency of their crossbows. Now the frequency of the crossbows is almost perfect, and no flaws can be found."
The old demon tribe has always been responsible for calculating the frequency of the divine crossbows on the Great Wall of the North. It can be said that in the past few decades, he has participated in every siege. Because of this, he feels afraid.
Over the years, the human race has made such great improvements in crossbows alone.
From the initial material to the subsequent range and frequency, every time he found it difficult to find a better way, but who knew that the human race would be able to create possibilities in those impossible places.
Now, the crossbow arrows have been improved to almost perfection.
The middle-aged general looked at the old demon tribe, his face didn't have a very good expression to begin with, but now after hearing these words, his face became even more ugly, "In this case, we will die a lot more people."
The old demon tribe was silent. He naturally knew what the result was, but he couldn't change anything.
In fact, many things are like this, and there is only nothing we can do and nothing we can do.
It's just that in the past, things like this actually fell on the human race, and there were very few times when the demon race felt powerless.
The middle-aged general stopped talking, just took the piece of paper and strode away from here and went to the chariot.
He handed over the paper, lowered his head and repeated what the old demon clan had said.
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord stretched out his two fingers, held the piece of paper between his fingers, squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I told you before, they never want to be ants, but you just think that they are ants no matter what."
No one wants to be stepped on all the time.
Once things like integrity and blood spread to the entire nation one day, that nation will become very scary.
"It's almost done. According to the human race, the cold dishes in front of us are almost served. It's time to serve the main course."
The Red-Sleeved Demon Lord just smiled and spoke, then released his fingers and let the piece of paper be blown by the wind.
In the distant sky, dark clouds
Rolling, dozens of powerful auras gathered here.
The real evil spirit is flowing.
Ning Ping raised his head and looked at the sky, saying nothing.
Somewhere at the top of the city, the old swordsman Gantang, who had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, opened his eyes.
This old swordsman had a good reputation in the early years, but he had been silent for many years. He originally thought that this would mean that he would never be able to make a name for himself in the world again. Who knew that in the last war between the monster race and the human race, apart from that woman, he was as good as ever?
Besides surprises, the most unexpected thing is that this old swordsman killed the demon commander Liu Xiang with his sword.
After that day, the old swordsman Gantang once again became famous in the world, and was jokingly called the old tree blooming by many younger swordsmen.
At this moment, the old swordsman Gan Tang looked at the sky in the distance, feeling the terrifying evil spirit, but he didn't feel much about it. This old swordsman, who was not young for a long time, had actually been with another swordsman surnamed Gan earlier.
Immortal, there is a saying from Ergan.
The other one was actually Gan Yong. He was blind for many years and finally died in a battle with Emperor Daliang in the north. However, it is said that he also used the sword of the Great Sword Immortal before his death, which was regarded as a life well spent.
And Gantang, who is as famous as him, although he can be said to be the first person under the Great Sword Immortal, he has never stepped into that realm. In fact, it seems that he is a step behind.
Gantang suddenly turned to look at a middle-aged sword cultivator on one side and said slowly, "Qingshan died in front a few days ago."
The middle-aged swordsman nodded and said softly, "Senior Brother Qingshan's realm is not as good, but he has a good apprentice."
Gan Tang smiled slightly, "Now I think I should accept disciples earlier, but it's too late."
The middle-aged sword cultivator shook his head and said, "Uncle Gan, I didn't say I was going to die at the top of the city. Seeing that the situation is not good, can't I run to the south?"
Gantang didn't say a word, just took out his flying sword, put it in front of his knees, gently brushed the sword body, and said to himself, "A great swordsman named Li once said that although the world is big, I only
One sword. Since then, countless sword cultivators have kept this sentence in their hearts. Since they remember this sentence, is it really possible to run back? "
The middle-aged swordsman smiled dumbly, but said with some regret, "It's a pity that I didn't live ninety thousand miles!"
This chapter has been completed!