Li Chi had so much blood on his body that he would sprinkle the blood beads in every move.

The black force in front of him was taller than him, but under his absolute violence, it was hard to stop a blow.

Li Chi blocked a siege ramp, Xiahou Zhuo blocked one, while the generals of the border and Ning army fought to block the other three.

At this time, the blood on the ramp was flowing down like a river, and the ramp that was dozens of feet long was flowing.

"The tincture is here!"

Someone behind Li Chi shouted in a hoarse voice: "Please return, King Ning!"

After hearing the shout, Li Chi kicked the black warrior in front of him, and turned back with the help of this kick.

As soon as he landed, the personal soldiers behind him smashed the oil tank onto the ramp.

One by one, the oil tanks were smashed on the ramp, and the tinder mixed with blood flowed downwards.

A black force chasing Li Chi reluctantly, waving his mace to almost step onto the city wall. Li Chi reached out and took an oil tank and directly smashed it on the face of the strongman. The clay pot exploded on his face, and the tinsel spilled all over the man.

Countless pieces of the clay pot were stabbed into the face of the black warrior by this violent buckle.

Li Chi kicked the black warrior out with another kick, and the huge body of the black warrior rose from the ground.

"ignition!"

Li shouted.

The rocket and torches kept releasing the ramp. The black warrior who had just been kicked out by Li Chi, relied on his thick skin and was not seriously injured. He struggled to get up. A rocket flew over and hit his eye socket.

The fire burned on his face, and the fire in his eyes was the most eye-catching.

After a moment, the black warrior turned into a fireman. He was so burned that he turned around and wanted to run back. Wherever he ran by, his footprints burned and he soon ran out of a line of fire.

The black warriors on the ramp were gradually engulfed by the fire, and the people behind them did not dare to get closer.

"arrow!"

Li Chi shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

Ning Jun archers took this opportunity to release the feathered arrows densely. The twisted black warriors in the fire were overturned by arrows.

As the tincture oil flows downwards, the fire is also spreading downwards. Those who have never seen this scene may never understand what a flowing fire looks like.

Outside the city wall, in the middle army of the black warriors, Zhimoran frowned at the sight of this situation.

He thought of the ramp method and thought he could break through Beishan Pass in one fell swoop, but the determination of the Central Plains people to resist and their will to fight to the death made him move.

When the war reaches this point, it is actually impossible for both sides to have any way out.

"Continue to attack."

Zhimoran shouted: "Our siege ladder has shields on it, their fire will not burn the ladder!"

He looked at a general under Jing Luofu, whose name was Chek, and he was a brave general in the Nanyuan camp.

Some people are born handsome, while others are born warriors.

Chek is a typical black warrior, with a tall and majestic body, a bloodthirsty and violent personality, and this natural divine power.

Under Stanley Liuli's tent, he was one of his most capable subordinates.

Because of this man's courage, Mo Ran was worried about the dangers in the war, so he specially transferred him to his side as a personal guard.

"Chick!"

Zhimoran shouted: "Take people up there, take off your clothes, and take everyone up a bag of soil and put out the fire with soil."

Chik immediately agreed.

A warlike man like him could not wait to go up, especially when he saw that the general who used to treat him was killed by Luo Fu, his murderous intent could hardly be suppressed.

He wanted to fly up and cut all the Central Plains border troops who should be killed with one knife.

At this moment, when he heard Zhimoran's order, Chek rushed out with great strides.

He took his team and took off all the leather armor and the jacket inside. The people held the soil in their hands, quickly used their clothes to cover the soil with their clothes, and then accelerated to the other side of the ramp.

"Get out of the way!"

Chik roared and pushed away the black warrior who was blocking the way in front of him.

With such strength, almost all the people who were pushed away flew horizontally, and fell to the ground for a long time but couldn't stand up.

And the one who was pushed out was actually a magnificent and tall black warrior.

The people Chek led to rush up the ramp and poured the soil covered by him on the ramp. There were many people, so they forced the fire to suppress the fire in this way.

"My shield soldier comes up!"

Chik shouted loudly.

Behind him, a group of soldiers holding a man with a huge shield immediately formed a formation, and they formed a shield formation to attack the Breaking Road.

The giant shield could completely block their bodies. The soldiers in the middle of the queue raised the shield to block the top of their heads, forming an array like a long armored dragon.

Ning Jun's rockets hit the shield and crackled, sparks flew everywhere, but they could not break the shield formation.

Li Chi turned around and shouted, "Rolling the wood!"

The soldiers turned around and lifted the rolling wood placed at the corner of the city wall and rolled forward along the ramp.

But there were too many corpses on the ramp, and the first piece of wood that was rolled out was stuck there before it went far.

"continue!"

Li Chi kept ordering to continue to put down whether the rolling wood could be put down.

Although Rolling Wood cannot break the black warrior's shield formation, it is piled up in the middle of the ramp, so the black warrior's shield formation cannot come smoothly.

Chek in the shield array looked through the gap, and the rolling wood in front was piled up, and their team couldn't get through.

"Take the wood away!"

Chik ordered loudly.

The front of the shield formation opened, and soldiers rushed out to throw the blocked rolling wood off the ramp. At this moment, Ning Jun archers who were waiting for the shield formation to open the door neatly released the feather arrows.

This concentrated firepower shooting makes the scalp numb.

A black feather arrow came over, as if a huge domineering fist was formed in the air.

The black warriors who opened the shield formation and rushed out were shot to death by feather arrows in an instant.

The shield array was blocked, and there were piles of rolling woods and their companions' bodies in front of them, so it was impossible for them to go up quickly for a while.

But at this time, a large number of black warriors had also attacked the city wall, and ladders were erected one by one.

Because most of the defensive forces were involved in siege and breaking the road, large-scale black military infantry attacked nearby.

At this time, the ladder was raised and leaned against the city wall. The black warrior quickly climbed up with a scimitar in his mouth and his hands and feet in his mouth.

"arrow!"

Xiahou Zhuo's throat was snatching, and the sound was like burning dry firewood, and flames burst out from the cracks of the dry firewood.

The Ning army soldiers and the Chu border soldiers tried their best to block them.

A dozen people worked together to use a long hook to push a ladder away.

The long ladder flipped back and the black warriors on the ladder jumped down in fear. Some people hit the soldiers below, while others fell directly to the ground and the bones and tendons broke.

This is the most tragic battle since the war began.

Whether it was the black warriors under the city or the Ning army on the city wall, the number of casualties was rapidly expanding.

"Sentencer! Let the reserve team come up, and let the reserve team come up immediately!"

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, Xiahou Zhuo shouted around, but when he shouted, he realized that the messenger was dead not far away from him.

The young man, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, was hit by a sword on his neck. Perhaps because the blood had almost dried up, his face was so white.

Just yesterday, the young man said to Xiahou Zhuo with a smile that he would find a wife when the battle was over. Otherwise, if he was young, he would not even know what it would be like to die in battle.

Xiahou Zhuo was still saying that after the battle was over, he would give him a special leave and let him go back to his hometown to get married and have children.

The young man laughed and said, General, don’t make fun of me, it’s not so easy to get married...

As he smiled, he became silent, with a little sadness on his face.

"All the people in our village fled. They ran away during the bandits. My parents didn't know where they had escaped, and there was no news... Before I came to Northern Xinjiang, my parents asked me a matchmaker to tell me a wife, but when they heard that I was going to Northern Xinjiang, they were unhappy."

He smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I don't blame others, what they said is reasonable... The matchmaker said that it's not that he looks down on your young man, but because you go to a place like Northern Xinjiang, life and death are uncertain. You can't let the little girl get married to you, and you will become a widow soon..."

Xiahou Zhuo was very angry at that time, but he didn't know who he was angry at.

At this moment, he watched the young man lying on the ground, his face pale without a trace of blood, but his eyes were still open, as if he was looking at the sky.

At this moment, Gao Xining came up from the city. She looked at the battle situation around her, and her face turned a little pale.

No matter how powerful she is, she is still a little girl. She just knows that she doesn't have time to be afraid.

She shouted, "Who knows how to blow horns?"

Yu Jiuling shouted: "I can!"
To be continued...