Gritting his teeth, he kicked his legs firmly on the ground, holding the fork in both hands and pushing it out, even as his face turned red.
Xiufeng glanced at the positions on the left and right, hoping to call someone over to help push it.
It was a pity to find that this city wall was full of ladders that had just been lowered. The combatants on the left and right were all dealing with the opponents on other ladders who were constantly rushing up.
For a time, no one even helped him push the ladder.
Finally, I saw a head, which was already popping up in front of my eyes.
He gave up decisively and continued to push the ladder with brute force. He didn't even have time to change his weapon, so he just stabbed the man in the face with a fork.
He missed the target, but successfully stabbed the opponent in the neck.
When the soft Adam's apple of the human body was hit hard, the Liao soldier immediately felt his whole body go limp, and his whole body was stabbed and flew out.
The problem is that the wall of Haiyang City is only about 3 meters high. A gust of wind knocked the man down, and then another Liao soldier climbed up.
Before he could join forces with the fellow farmer to knock down the ladder, he heard a gust of wind in his ears and shouted that sentence in his mouth.
These two arrows were shot by some Jurchens dressed as Liao soldiers who mixed in with the attacking team.
But Xiufeng also knew that his own ability alone might not be able to withstand the attack of this city wall. Immediately when he continued to wave the wooden stick and beat wildly, he shouted again without looking back:
"Wild ghost, has your shit been cooked..."
It's just that the Liao soldiers were also fierce. Their helmeted heads, shoulders, etc., were beaten by a gust of wind and made a 'bang bang~' sound.
There is no doubt that several Liao soldiers below the ladder must have been attacked by such a spoonful of heat, and they made such a concerto-like movement.
Just such a result could not make a rookie like Xiu Feng feel the slightest bit relieved in his heart.
Good guy! With just one spoonful, the heat boiled in the pot, and a third of the weight was lost on the spot.
They will only die slowly after suffering so much pain, so it is easier to be directly scalded to death or fall to death.
Once he is allowed to stand firm, it may be the beginning of disaster.
An arrow was exposed on the entire back of the man, fearing that his life would be taken away on the spot.
In his mouth, he hurriedly told the civilian husband next to him that after leaving,
Even so, he waved the half-length wooden stick for a while, and slapped the Liao soldiers head and face.
What's even more terrible is that when a gust of wind and a wooden fork were stabbed out in the same manner, the V-shaped fork was cut off directly with a swipe of the sharp long knife in the man's right hand.
After hastily picking up a wooden spoon from the ground, he poured a spoonful of hot water into the pot beside him and met the owner who had just popped out a little bit of the top of his helmet.
The several layers of armor on his body could withstand the slashing of a long sword in the hands of a Liao soldier, but they could not withstand this kind of iron-clad greeting.
However, as he was cursing, he still turned around and saw the terrible situation at Lifeng Feng.
But in the end, it would be better to just die.
At that time, the wild ghost, working together with a civilian husband, lifted a piece of wood weighing more than two hundred kilograms and smashed it down on a ladder in front of him.
At this moment, he heard a heavenly voice in his ears: "A gust of wind, get out of the way~"
The wild ghost took a few steps back from the crenellation of the wall, picked up a large wooden spoon with a long handle from the ground, and took a spoonful directly into the rolling cauldron.
A burst of hoarse screams were roared from several different chest cavities.
Suddenly, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
Otherwise! This guy, Guofeng, would be lying down right now.
If it weren't for the strength of the armor on Xiufeng's body, he would have been chopped into blood gourds by now.
"Keep throwing stones and kill these grandsons~"
Then the heavy wood rolled down the ladder.
Wooden wood is indeed a long-lasting city defense weapon for this nation for five thousand years.
They are now within a distance of 30 meters, and the heavy arrows shot by the walking bows in their hands have the ability to shoot through iron armor.
The two Liao soldiers who were about to climb up later screamed and smashed down the ladder. The people around them who helped hold the ladder down also smashed it to the ground in the blink of an eye.
It was also at this moment that Ye Gui and Gui Feng, two rookies, no longer felt that these hot air smelled bad, but exuded the fragrance of a battlefield weapon.
Immediately, I was pleasantly surprised to see that after more than half an hour of heating, the heat in the cauldron was already rolling, reaching a high temperature of one hundred degrees.
It turned out that a Jurchen from the city shot an arrow into his chest, piercing the leather armor that Hu Biao and the others could only barely fit in despite their best efforts.
But even so, within a short period of time, a muffled sound continued to come out of Gust Feng's mouth.
Coincidentally, when he had just finished such an action, the Liao soldier, whose head had been hit by countless blows from a gust of wind and whose helmet was somewhat deformed, finally fell from the ladder with his head full of blood.
His left hand still held on to the ladder and refused to let go, and the sharp long knife in his right hand kept slashing at the gust of wind.
That's because during such a short period of beating each other, Guofeng was not only slashed by a long knife, but also hit by two arrows on his shoulder and chest.
After the heat from the spoon subsided, another scream was heard, and the danger at this wall stack was finally eliminated.
Immediately, half of his body was over the wall stack, and the Liao soldier who was about to climb over the city wall was directly hit by the bones in his chest. There was a "click~" sound, and the whole person fell down.
Of course, after sharing a large spoonful of heat, they will not die immediately.
Because in an era when antibacterial and anti-inflammatory drugs can only rely on Chinese herbal medicine, and with the Jurchens' poor medical capabilities, the wound infection caused by their extensive burns is basically incurable.
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When a gust of wind shouted a question, it reached my ears.
Seeing this empty space on the wall appear, how dare I continue to write ink in a gust of wind.
If there is, then there is only great fear.
As he stepped back, he was surprised to see the wild ghost holding a large spoonful of Rexiang in his hand. He rushed to the crevice of the wall and faced the big face that had emerged. He flipped the spoon and fell it down.
Suddenly, he cursed in a depressed tone:
"Go away, what do you mean my shit? It's your shit, your whole family's shit~"
After thinking of these, the hearts of the two rookies, Gui Feng and Ye Gui, were immediately filled with indescribable joy.
Just at this moment, a gust of wind retreated in front of a large pot and discovered the man who had just picked up a stone at the instructions of the wild ghost.
An instant later, the Liao soldier fell down.
No one else! Not only was it a little lower down the ladder, but after seeing this, another Liao soldier continued to climb up with a ferocious look on his face.
More importantly, this Liao soldier was holding an iron bone flower in his hand.
He immediately looked behind him at the large pots lined up all the way.
In short, this grandson must not be allowed to climb up and gain a foothold, otherwise there will be a string of Liao soldiers following behind him.
After seeing such a scene, I just commanded the trebuchet to smash out a pile of rubble.
There is no surprise at all, all living beings are equal under Rexiang.
In other words, everyone in the Xuange Camp team, plus a group of netizens, would rather risk heat stroke and armor-piercing wind in such hot weather, and still wear several layers of armor on their bodies.
Seven or eight Liao soldiers gathered fifty meters below the city, and all of them knocked Lang Qing to the ground, with a rather pleased expression on his face.
You know! In previous missions, he was very good at throwing shit.
It's just that after shouldering the task of commanding ballistas, trebuchets, and other equipment for combat operations, I had to say goodbye to this familiar position, and my heart felt a little empty at first.
Fortunately, these rookies seem to be quite reliable...
