Yanyizhou, Wuxin City.

Since the failure of the attack on Wuxin City that day, the Black Turban Army on the opposite side has become much quieter. They no longer insist on capturing the city within a few days, but spread out, sending scouts to the upstream and downstream, from all directions.

Slowly close up, surround and monitor this mountain-side city.

The defenders in the city were naturally aware of it, but their strength was originally smaller than that of the Black Turban Army outside. However, there were many mountains in Yanli Island, and they fought in the forest. Those agile Black Turban Army obviously had an advantage and were more flexible.

, so in the end I could only watch and occasionally use the city's artillery to bombard some small strongholds, or send a small group of elites to deal with the scouts on the westward avenue.

The two sides remained in a stalemate for several days. The defenders were waiting for support, and the Black Turban Army was also waiting for support.

This continued until five days later, when finally there was a change.

A team of about sixty people came from the south, and even the defenders in the city could hear the heavy sound of hoofbeats on the other side in the distance.

"What's going on over there?" the team on the city wall was asking.

"Looking at those coming from the south, could they be some special masters?" Ordinary people would usually think of this.

"Quick, take a closer look." As he said that, the team was looking at the soldiers on the watchtower.

"Yes!" The soldier began to fiddle with the copper telescope in front of him, adjusting it to the camp in the distance.

Against the background of dark woods, dozens of tall visitors rode giant black bulls and walked on the road by the river.

These people are tall, about three to four meters tall, with dark skin but with a metallic luster, giving them an extreme copper color in their hearts. Only a little dark gold can be seen. They wear rough-style armor, shoulders and legs.

Their heads are exposed, and their hair is mostly grey-blue.

When being spied on, one of them suddenly turned his head and saw a flash in front of his eyes. The soldier on the watchtower covered his eyes and fell to his knees, rolling over.

"It hurts so much, ahhh!"

"No need to look." On the other side of the city wall, an older veteran came over.

"Those are Lei Xiaze's descendants of the God of Thunder. I didn't expect them to find more than sixty people. Aren't these people all extinct long ago?"

In ancient times, there lived a group of tall giants in Leixiaze. Their skin was as dark as copper. They were good at using lightning and wielding giant snakes. They were a powerful local tribe and the surrounding monsters did not dare to invade them.

It is a pity that such a powerful race has never been in large numbers. Then with the advent of the Phoenix, the human race migrated and expanded in all directions from the coast of the Yellow Sea, and encountered this powerful local tribe along the way.

After the two sides met, they fought several battles, and then the population of this tribe decreased, and then gradually declined.

Originally, there was a huge city in Lei Xiaze, where nearly a million people gathered in ancient times. After the war, this huge city sank into the swamp. Since then, the descendants of these Thunder God tribes have gradually disappeared, and there are fewer and fewer.

Some of them are of mixed blood, and are not as powerful and special as their ancestors.

After getting rid of the spies of the defenders on the city wall, the group of more than 60 people walked into the Black Turban Army's camp. They didn't even bother to look at the wooden fence around them, and they looked at some of the soldiers around them as if they were fragile chickens.

"This is it, Huanggu." The young man in black who was walking at the front got off his horse and spoke to the tall figure leading the way behind him.

"Yeah." His voice was rough, and then he turned around and gestured to the tribesmen behind him.

Afterwards, these people got off the huge black bull and sat cross-legged on the ground to rest. They didn't talk much. Only the occasional electric sparks on their bodies could tell that they were refining their magic power and practicing.

Wu Xingkui opened the door curtain and walked into the big tent in the center, while Huang Gu behind him also bent down and walked into the big tent with his head lowered. Fortunately, the height inside was enough, so he didn't have to keep lowering his waist, which was still too high.

Everyone in the big tent had to look up at this tall descendant of the God of Thunder.

"Everyone, this is my eldest brother Huang Ku." Wu Xingkui introduced everyone, and then there was an intermittent sound of welcome in the big tent.

It is obvious that although this person is powerful, many people in the big tent are afraid of him. If this person suddenly rises up, they will be unable to stop them, and they will feel that they are no longer safe.

Fortunately, this descendant of the Thunder God named Huang Ku had a very calm personality, and he slowly made everyone feel relieved.

After that, the topic turned to the main problem we had to face now, which was how to capture the city on the other side of the river.

"Prepare a big shield for me, and then five thousand people will follow me." After the discussion, Huang Ku slowly opened his mouth and spoke in a straightforward manner, as if he were breaking a branch on the roadside tonight.

"The shield... I'm afraid it's a little difficult to make temporarily now, but you can use rivets on the wood to tie it together with other shields. I don't know if Mr. Huanggu can accept it."

"Can."

"That's good." Then everyone discussed the issue of siege.

"Is 5,000 men a bit too small? Last time we attacked with a total of 30,000 men, we still lost."

Huang Gu shook his head and looked down at the people below, "Five thousand elite soldiers are enough, any more will be damaged by firearms."

Being too densely populated is indeed detrimental to firearms. Everyone nodded thoughtfully, but then they thought about it. The defenders in the city were superior to them in terms of discipline, equipment and training. Could they really defeat them without a numerical advantage?

"Five thousand troops in front, we will look at the situation and support later, what do you think." This should be safer, everyone thought this way.

"Can."

After some details were explained, it was completely dark outside. By the time everyone in the big tent walked out, a fire had already been lit for cooking outside.

Hundreds of huge iron pots were cooking food in the camps on the river bank, supplying the black scarf army of about 130,000 people. Many soldiers danced and sang around the fire. The folk songs were loud and clear, venting the backlog accumulated during this time.

dull and depressing.

Unlike the soldiers of the Plantagenet Dynasty, most of these black scarf warriors came from the mountains and rivers of the Qi Lei Seven Continents. They were not soldiers who had been trained for a long time, so they also retained many customs and habits of the clan. They could speak the local language with an accent.

, and then use strange-shaped musical instruments to relieve irritability. Although it lacks the uniformity of the dynasty, it also has the unrestrained and unrestrained beauty of the ancient times.

Many of these black scarf soldiers also have white or red and black paint on their faces, which resembles war patterns or some kind of prayer. After hundreds of years of dynastic education, these local religions have filtered out a lot of blood and ignorance, but

Some forms are still retained.

When he walked into the lively night camp, Huang Ku's tall figure immediately attracted everyone's attention. The descendants of the Thunder God who were originally sitting cross-legged and resting outside also stood up.

"Let's rest here tonight and someone will arrange a place for us later."

"Yes, Chief!" They answered in unison, which surprised many people in the camp. Some were even prepared to gather around to watch. Fortunately, it was a barracks after all, and there were some rules, so they didn't move around randomly.

Afterwards, Wu Xingkui, Huang Gu, and a group of senior military officers sat around a huge bonfire to enjoy dinner.

Beast meat and grilled fish were skewered on thick wooden sticks and placed beside the fire to roast. A small low table was placed in front of each person, and then soldiers filled the Tao Wan with rice.

Put it on the table, and then put down a small pot of rice wine, and the faint fragrance wafted out.

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The alcohol content of this kind of wine is not high, and you won't be too drunk when you drink it. In addition, the resistance of extraordinary people is not low, so it is considered a ration in the army.

"Come, let's offer a toast to Master Huanggu first." Soon after the ceremony started, someone toasted the tall figure sitting on the ground.

In response, Huang Ku just shook his head and said, "I don't drink."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the fire, and soon a soldier brought the roasted animal meat.

After that, the general held the barbecue and ate it one bite at a time, and also ate a lot of rice. Then he asked someone for tea to relieve his tiredness.

Seeing that he was very talkative and introverted, everyone gradually stopped disturbing the general and turned to other things.

"The father-in-law of King Huainan, the Wang family of Dongshan mobilized many ships on the Yellow Sea and went to Hedaizhou to support King Huainan. The Beifu army was not good at water warfare, and many people were blocked by the river and the beach."

"This King Huainan is really lucky. The emperor really found a good marriage for him back then." Many people lamented.

"The Dongshan Wang family has produced many capable people in the past generations and has been running the four continents of Yunmen for hundreds of years. It has a profound foundation. It is estimated that it can be compared with some big sects. With their full support, King Huainan wants people and money, and he also has food reserves.

Sufficient and stable in the rear."

"It seems that King Dai is really not as good as King Huainan. He has not heard any news since his attack on Luojing and his defeat."

"In his early years, King Dai had good relations with many noble and aristocratic families in Luojing. Unfortunately, the new king took over Luojing first, and those families would not be able to continue to side with King Dai."

"Well defeated! Hahaha, that King Dai is bullshit. He still wants to claim the throne and make the world laugh."

It can be seen that even the people in Qi Lei Qizhou do not have a good impression of King Dai. The death of Ying Lixing, the head of Xuanyi Palace in the early years, was inseparable from King Dai, and now this newly established one has

Many officials in the Xin Kingdom came from Xuanyi Palace, so they naturally hated King Dai.

After listening to other people's chatter, Wu Xingkui sat down next to Huang Kui with a wine pot and barbecue.

"It must be difficult for me to bring my eldest brother here this time." He spoke first.

"It doesn't matter." Huang Gu shook his head and continued eating meat.

"That year, I just ran away from home and participated in Lei Xiaze's competition. I was very excited and proud. Later, I was very happy to meet Brother Huanggu, and that boy Ying Canxiao. Oh, by the way, Sister Nanlian was the same, but

I haven’t seen her and Jia Lan for many years." He talked about the past while drinking.

"Ying Canxiao was originally the grandson of the leader of Xuanyi Palace, but instead of going to Xuanyi Palace, he worshiped under the Yanxing Sect, which made all the elders of Xuanyi Palace extremely angry, haha." He laughed a few times.

"But now, this kid should be the most skilled among us."

"One of the core members of the Hanshan Yanxing Sect leads several floating giant boats to roam the North Sea, traveling to and from the Northern Elf Country. I feel like me running to find him now would be a bit high-spirited." He put down the wine bottle and shook his head.

.

"No, Ying Canxiao is not that kind of person." On the contrary, Huang Ku, who had always been silent, commented this way.

"Oh, why do you say that?" Wu Xingkui was slightly drunk, with his eyes half-open and half-closed.

"He will do it and will not break his promise easily."

"It turns out that this is the image of him in my brother's mind. It seems that I am used to joking with him while drinking." Wu Xingkui leaned on the wooden table beside him and looked at the bonfire in front of him with half-open eyes.

"After I left Lei Xiaze, I went to the extremely prosperous Luojing. I experienced the kind of luxurious scenes that were written in books when I was a child."

"It's a pity that Luojing is not a place where people like me can get ahead. There are too many wizards and experts. In just the few years I was at Jixia Academy, I got to know five or six geniuses who were no less than my own age.

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To be continued...