"Immortal Lord, please use tea!"

A young and tender little beauty knelt beside Yang Feng, held a steaming teacup in front of him, and whispered softly.

Li Yao snorted coldly beside her.

This is Yelu Shiding, who knew that the Immortal Lord liked to practice dual cultivation, specially selected him to serve the Immortal Lord. His name is Xiao Lianer. It is said that it has something to do with Xiao Yanyan, and of course it has a long relationship. Yelu Shiding was originally developed by playing loli, so he was proficient in all the skills of black tea for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was definitely unparalleled in color. But at this time, he had to bear the pain of giving it to the Immortal Lord...

Uh, enjoyed it.

"Can you blow it?"

Yang Feng asked with a teacup and smiled.

"Disciples can blow."

Xiao Lian'er said shyly.

"Play according to this score!"

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he handed her a music score. The latter lowered his head and looked at it with concentration, and quickly raised his head and said, "Disciple can give it a try!"

"Okay, come here!"

Yang Feng rolled his sleeves and said.

Li Yao put a guqin on the desk in front of him, and Xiao Lian'er also brought a hole Xiao next to him. Then he saw the immortal priest brewing a little emotion, and then began to whip the strings of the piano. The melodious sound of the piano immediately sounded. Xiao Lian'er looked at the music score nervously, tentatively playing it, and soon entered the state. The music played by the zixiao ensemble was accompanied by the lonely moon and cold stars in the cold night wind, lingering around the city covered with torches. In the swaying of the fire, Yang Feng sang loudly...

"A laughter in the sea, the tide on both sides of the strait..."

Well, he still sang the Wuma version.

In the strange singing and music, countless soldiers on both sides held weapons, stood proudly behind the battlements, staring motionlessly outside the city. The barracks were closely connected in the wilderness outside the city. The dense tents were as vast as a long river. The stars of fire light reflected in them, and the neighing of war horses was vaguely discerning. This long river composed of tents and fire lights almost surround the entire Gaocheng, and there was even a long earth circumference that was being built overnight. Countless lights could be seen on the Hutuo River in the distance, and there was also a busy figure that was also vaguely discerning in the lights. It was building an embankment on the Hutuo River, preparing to intercept the river water to irrigate Gaocheng.

This small town is surrounded.

In fact, the second day after Yang Feng captured it, the 60,000 army led by Wulianghetai arrived, but the Immortal Lord ignored it and let the army surround Gaocheng. On the third day, Shi Zhao led 40,000 Han troops to join the siege. On the fifth day, Lian Xixian led 30,000 Mongolian troops to arrive. At present, a total of 130,000 armies surrounded Gaocheng.

However, they did not attack, and in fact, they could not attack without siege equipment.

Of course, I may not dare.

In short, after they surrounded Gaocheng, they siege the small city, and at the same time built a soil siege outside the city to block the attack in the city. In addition, building a dam on the Hutuo River to prepare to irrigate Gaocheng, which should be said to be the most reliable and effective siege tactic. In this era, the Mongols had not used Xiangyang cannons, and there were no artillery. The siege was nothing more than a siege tower. However, in addition to Yang Feng, there must be more than 10,000 defenders in the city, most of which were elite. In this case, the hard attack would definitely be heavy losses. So the best way is to siege. When the food in the city is exhausted and unable to fight, the dam was almost completed. After the river was forced out, the hard poured down the city wall, and then crushed the defenders in the city with an absolute advantage of more than ten times. This is a very wise method of siege, but unfortunately...

This is useless.

The reason why Yang Feng watched them surround him and did not take action was just because he felt that the killing was not enough to be satisfied before he arrived.

Now he is very satisfied.

"The country laughs, the mist and rain are far away, the waves are turbulent, and the world knows so much..."

In the singing, the Immortal Lord suddenly popped up a string of high notes. Almost at the same time, the familiar meteor in the sky fell, and all the soldiers on the city wall suddenly raised their chests, and the pride of loyalty to the gods arose at this moment. However, what puzzled them was that this meteor did not fall one after another as before, but there was only one. But this one was particularly eye-catching and spectacular because it was at night. All the soldiers were watching the place where the meteor fell, waiting for the dazzling flames.

"This monster, can't he change his style?"

Alahan, the Mongolian general who escaped from the sea of ​​fire on the banks of the Daqing River, looked at the meteors dragging fireworks in the sky and said with grief and anger.

"Still calm down, those who dare to be in chaos will be killed!"

A middle-aged man beside him shouted at the soldier who was beginning to be in chaos.

This is Lian Xixian.

Kublai Khan's confidant, a man from Gaochang, was precisely soy milk, but he was not a believer of Muge. At this time, the greening had not yet reached Gaochang. After all, Gaochang was covered by the Western Liao Dynasty. On the contrary, this guy was a famous Confucian believer under Kublai Khan, especially Mencius, who was particularly respected by Mencius. He was known as the Mongolian court as the imperial envoy of Jingzhao Sichuan, and pacified the supporters of Ali Hague in Longyou for Kublai Khan. It can be said that it was one of Kublai Khan's arm. He was just appointed as the Minister of the Secretariat, the Deputy Prime Minister, and then he had to rush to Hebei to deal with Yang Feng.

It is obvious that he has a very high prestige.

Amid his angry shouts, the soldiers who began to be in chaos immediately stabilized.

After all, even if this meteor falls, it will not hurt a few. Moreover, most of the soldiers here come from Guanzhong. They have not experienced the burning of the sky fire on the banks of the Daqing River. Many soldiers who saw this spectacle for the first time were still staring at the meteor with interest.

But soon they panicked because the meteor was almost coming towards them.

As the soldiers retreated panic, Lian Xixian pressed the hilt of the knife and stared at the sky motionlessly, then turned down as the meteor fell. Almost at the same time, the meteor smashed in front of him with flames, instantly flattening a tent and causing a splash of soil, making a huge sound. But the legendary flame did not explode, but accompanied by the splash of soil, like a falling bucket, countless splashes of water splashed around with yellow-green mist, and then fell on the ground and turned into yellow-green thick fog and floated over with the wind. More thick fog surged and drifted with the wind.

Lian Xixian looked at Alahan with inquiring eyes.

"It wasn't like this before."

Alahan said with a confused look on his face.

Lian Xixian glared at him speechlessly. At this moment, a faint yellow-green mist was blown by the wind, just blowing on his face. The spicy smell hit his nostrils. He immediately started to cough, and the same spicy feeling also stimulated his eyes. His tears instantly surged. As the fog arrived more and more, his cough became stronger and he could even feel a significant burn in his body.

He immediately screamed in pain.

At this moment, his eyes were blinded by tears and became more and more unclear. He looked around with his remaining eyesight. The faint yellow-green mist had already covered the surroundings. Everyone around him was coughing desperately like him, and even bent down to kneel down on the ground with coughing, as if he was about to cough.

His legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

"This, this fog is poisonous!"

While he was coughing desperately, he kept spitting out foamy, slightly pink and thick phlegm, he said intermittently.

Unfortunately, no one heard it.

The yellow-green fog was spreading the entire military camp under the night wind. All Mongolian soldiers under the fog fell to the ground, tearfully spitting out the bloody phlegm after the alveoli ablated by hydrochloric acid, and some even coughed out burnt lung tissue...

But these are not visible on the walls of Gaocheng.

The soldiers looked at the Mongolian military camp outside the city in confusion. It was obvious that they did not see the flames exploded, which made them a little confused. They could indeed see the fog, but they could not see what the enemy in the fog looked like. Liu Sijing, Yelu Shit, and Li Chengjian would turn their heads in a daze to look at the immortal master who was playing the piano and singing.

The Immortal Lord smiled indifferently.

He suddenly blew the strings of the piano, and then a second meteor in the sky fell.

A ton of liquid lv tanks falling from a height of one thousand meters, with the flames burning from the outer paint, under the action of gravity, fell one hundred meters away from the first liquid lv tank in a blink of an eye. The force of falling from high altitude caused the tank to deform rapidly. The internal pressure, which had risen rapidly after being burned by fire, reached the critical point in an instant due to compression. Then the entire tank exploded like a bucket, and the liquid lv inside flew around, and under normal pressure, which turned into a deadly air, spreading towards the Mongolian barracks with the wind. At this time, Lian Xixian could no longer climb up. He, shrouded in the deadly poisonous fog, fell to the ground in pain and twitched, his eyes that had been burned by hydrochloric acid, stared empty, and lay on the ground like a bug, wriggling and coughing out burnt lungs. His life had begun to count down.

At this time, the entire camp behind him was completely collapsed.

As the poisonous fog spread, countless Mongolian soldiers were awakened from their sleep by the ablation of the respiratory system, and then rushed out of the tent with screams and then fell into the poisonous fog. They had no ability to resist. As long as they inhaled the poisonous fog, they would be finished. The ablation of hydrochloric acid in the lungs would destroy their respiratory system in a very short time and let them fall down in a violent cough. Then they would never have the chance to get up again. The continuous poisonous fog that kept pouring out would constantly destroy their lungs and eyes, until they became blind, until they coughed out their lungs, they could only lie on the ground and wait for the arrival of death.

Those who reacted quickly ran desperately in the direction away from the poisonous fog.

The war horses that were far away from the sense of smell were even more sensitive than humans, and they broke the ropes and ran away like those soldiers, constantly stomping over a tent. The bonfires brought up ignited these tents. The raging fires were constantly igniting as the people and war horses ran and even trampled on each other. In this doomsday chaos, the spreading poisonous fog was still moving forward, swallowing more and more people and war horses. All the people and war horses were trapped in the poisonous fog, and fell down in the ablation of hydrochloric acid generated by the lv qi in their bodies.

He coughed desperately, spit out bloody phlegm, spit out burnt lungs, and looked up at the sky with their equally burnt eyes.

Then the killing of the second liquid lv tank began.

At this time, the generals and soldiers on the walls of Gaocheng were already stunned by the chaos of the enemy camp. They stared at the gradually spreading fog, and the enemy running wildly in front of the fog. Although they still didn't know what was going on there at this moment. But they knew that the Immortal Lord had started to do it, and the Immortal Lord had begun to harvest the enemy's life. They looked at the floating figure of the crane flapping in the flames with awe.

Yang Feng's hands were still brushing the strings again and again, and Xiao Lian'er was playing more and more skillfully beside him.

"A laughter in the sea, the tide on both sides of the strait..."

Yang Feng's singing kept echoing in the quiet night sky. Amid his singing and piano, the flames of meteors around the castle were falling down for a moment at a distance of hundreds of meters. Because the time interval was too short, a ring-shaped meteor shower even formed, standing in the black night sky like a fence between heaven and earth, looking extremely spectacular. The fall of each meteor was a blow-out of a one-ton liquid tank, and the rapidly generated lv gas was spreading in all Mongolian barracks outside the city, and even the upwind was not spared. Their barracks and Gaocheng were still more than a mile away. Even if the poisonous fog floated over, there was no threat, not to mention that this thing was heavier than the air, and it was difficult to cross the city wall nearly nine meters high.

But the 130,000 Mongolian troops on the open plain outside the city were almost completely submerged by poisonous fog.

In all the military camps, as the poisonous fog rose, they were all trapped in the fear of doomsday. In that strange and terrifying death, in the fear of Yang Feng, all the soldiers, both Mongolian Semin and Han army, were running away from their military camps, and then were constantly swallowed by the poisonous fog. Rising fire spread in all the military camps, and running war horses trampled on their masters, poisonous fog, fire, and trampled on each other. All of this caused the 130,000 Mongolian army to completely collapse. Countless warriors who were invincible on the battlefield fell into their military camps before they could see the enemy.

This is their end of the world.

In a world they didn't know, one hundred and fifty liquid lv cylinders created this terrifying killing.

When the last liquid lv tank fell, Yang Feng finally stopped singing. He pushed the guqin in front of him forward and sighed with a sigh: "A heartbreaking song, where can I find a soulmate in the world? If an enemy escapes here, just shoot it to death. If someone smells a spicy smell and feels discomfort, retreat to the city. This thing kills people without discrimination. Also, the cavalry is ready to go out of the city to pursue. When I order to go out of the city to pursue, it is enough to kill directly. Even if this thing is injured, it is a waste. God has good fortune. Let's give them some fun!"
Chapter completed!