One hundred and sixtieth chapters break the city alone
An hour ago.
At this time, there was still some time before the start of the God-Proclaiming Ceremony, and the four city gates of Bianliang had been closed, and pedestrians were strictly prohibited from entering or exiting.
There are five thousand Imperial Guards stationed at each city gate. They all put on alert and stood silently at their posts to ensure that the God-Proclaiming Ceremony can proceed smoothly.
There is a general on the top of the east city wall. He has sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes. He is eight feet tall. He is wearing black hammer armor and has a sword at his waist. He stands majestic and somewhat powerful!
However, there was something wrong with the general's face. His brows were furrowed, as if he had an expression of bitterness and hatred. If you look closely, you will find that there are still some bruises on the left side of his face that have not completely subsided.
This person was Meng Zhi, who was in charge of the Suwei Imperial Army, and the unlucky guy who was slapped away by Xie Changyuan before he satirized Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo.
There is indeed some basis for saying that he is unlucky, especially since autumn this year.
First, the haunting incident at the East City Gate caused his official rank to be demoted by one rank. Although he still retained his original position, his official position did not matter to a person like him. What mattered was that this incident caused him to lose the emperor's trust.
Later, when Xie Changyuan entered the palace to meet the saint, he saw him carrying a huge crossbow on his back. Meng Zhi immediately stood up and shouted, but was slapped and flew out. He was carried home and passed out for two days before he slowly understood.
But after waking up, he faced a major blow.
On the day of the Xuan Shen Ceremony, he was originally responsible for the security work of the Xuan Shen Terrace, but was replaced by Wang Ming, the deputy capital commander, and he himself came here to garrison Dongcheng.
Unable to witness the God-Proclaiming Ceremony with his own eyes, and his position was taken over by someone else, he had no choice but to stand on the top of the east city gate and drink the northwest wind.
Obviously Mengzhi was no longer valued by Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo, and he even had reason to doubt whether his position would be replaced by Wang Ming after the God-Proclaiming Ceremony.
Thinking of this, Meng Zhi felt more and more depressed, and slapped his palms heavily on the bricks at the top of the city.
His heart was desolate, and he stared at the end of his field of vision in a daze.
After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the voice of a soldier beside him. He turned his head and saw a strange look on the face of a soldier who had been with him for many years.
"What?" Meng Zhi asked.
The soldier pointed at the city gate with a look of fear.
"Commander, look who that is..."
Following the direction pointed by the soldier, Meng Zhi turned his gaze there in confusion.
There is an abandoned General Temple about five hundred steps away in front of the East City Gate. There is a fire in front of the General Temple.
There was a strong fire in the fire, which had obviously just been lit. A smoked pig leg was placed on the fire, and it was emitting bursts of fragrance.
A figure was sitting behind the fire, concentrating on looking at the pig legs above the flames, as if he didn't see that many people on the tower opposite were already staring at him!
The figure is tall and tall, sitting on the ground like a small mountain. His eyes open and close, as if one of them is blind, but this does not affect his power, but adds a bit of evil aura.
This person is none other than Xie Changyuan, who was sent back to Da Qin more than ten days ago!
Xie Changyuan seemed to appear suddenly. Thousands of eyes did not see how he came, but they suddenly became aware of his existence.
At this time, he was wearing a pair of black Qin armor, and a dark red iron arm was connected to the broken arm of his left hand.
A huge red heavy sword was stuck on the ground behind him. Both the heavy sword and the armor on Zhang Yuan's body were stained with blood. It was obvious that he had experienced another battle before arriving here.
"Crack!"
The fire made the sound of wood branches bursting, and the hot steam rose to the pig legs. A smell of meat filled the air. Xie Changyuan sniffed his nose, with a smile on his face.
Seeing the scene in front of them, all the imperial soldiers of the Song Dynasty at the East City Gate were dumbfounded.
A man who had been deported to his country appeared again at the foot of the capital of the Song Dynasty. How dare he brazenly roast pig legs in front of an army of 5,000 people?
Isn't this a kind of naked contempt?
For a moment, many people clenched their weapons and stared at Xie Changyuan in the distance with unkind expressions.
On the top of the city tower, Mengzhi could see everything clearly.
When he saw Xie Changyuan, he was also angry in his heart. The former was like his enemy. How could he forget the hatred of that slap?
However, when he saw the blood stains on Xie Changyuan's body, he understood that all the five hundred forbidden troops responsible for escorting him were probably dead.
How strong is Xie Changyuan? Mengzhi has no idea. Facing such an enemy with unknown strength, if he rushes out of the city rashly, if there is any unexpected damage, then Mengzhi's future will be even more gloomy.
After thinking for a while, Mengzhi finally suppressed the urge to lead his troops and rush out, but instead visually measured the distance from the city head to the ruined temple.
After a while, he ordered a dozen archers to shoot a shower of arrows in Xie Changyuan's direction.
The feathered arrow shot up into the sky, and then fell in the direction of Xie Changyuan. Although the momentum was strong at first, after a hundred steps, it seemed to have insufficient backlash.
The trajectory of the arrow through the air began to be erratic, and even the arrow body was swaying in the wind.
By this time, these arrows had lost their lethality and could only land on the ground two hundred steps away from Xie Changyuan.
In response, Xie Changyuan just raised his eyes and looked at the city head, and then looked back, as if nothing happened.
At this time, the sky is gloomy and the bleak winter wind is sweeping across the earth. It is expected that there will be a heavy snowfall soon.
More than a dozen arrows were stuck on the ground between the two sides. The feathers of the arrow tails were trembling in the wind, and the atmosphere between a person and a city seemed to have dropped to freezing point.
Meng Zhi snorted coldly.
Just now, he asked his men to release arrows as a final warning, hoping that Xie Changyuan could retreat and leave Bianliang City quickly.
But in the end, the opponent's contemptuous reaction made Mengzhi very angry. In this case, he could be regarded as being polite first and then fighting.
Meng Zhi had a cold face and ordered without looking back.
"Tell two hundred archers with strong arms to go to the storehouse to get iron bows, one hundred ox-horn bows each, and two thousand four-sided arrows. They can all climb up to the top of the city in half a stick of incense."
Mengzhi's order was issued, and his men quickly followed it. After the news was passed on, two hundred outstanding archers were quickly selected from the five thousand garrison to go to the warehouse to get bows and arrows.
Archers account for only one-fifth of the total number of people in the Suwei Forbidden Army. The wooden bows or bamboo bows usually used by archers only have a range of two to three hundred steps, but their effective killing range is only a hundred steps.
At this time, Xie Changyuan was five hundred steps away from the city, and ordinary bows and arrows would definitely not be able to hurt him, so it was necessary to deploy iron-tied bows and ox-horn bows with longer ranges.
Both of these bows are good bows. The production process is cumbersome and the materials used are very particular. They have long range and great power, and have extremely high requirements for their users.
At a distance of five hundred steps, even a ninth-level body-refining madman would die in the face of thousands of arrows, and the Martial God realm would have to avoid their sharp edges. As long as you are still an individual, no one can escape from the arrow array. Today's
One meal was enough to treat Xie Changyuan to a pot of Arrow Rain.
Meng Zhi smiled proudly, and at the same time hoped that Xie Changyuan would stay there and not go anywhere.
In front of the ruined temple, Xie Changyuan seemed not to notice the changes on the city wall and was concentrating on roasting the pig legs.
Seeing that the fire was almost done, Xie Changyuan grabbed the pork leg from the fire with his bare hands, brought it to his mouth and took a bite. With a pop, the fat splashed out, and the aroma of meat exploded in his mouth. It tasted delicious!
Xie Changyuan nodded with satisfaction, holding the pork leg in both hands and devouring it, not caring that his hands were full of oil.
Two hundred archers have quietly arrived at the top of the city. Each of them has a hard bow, and the quiver behind each has ten arrows. Although there are only ten arrows, when the two hundred people open their bows in unison, the momentum is
Definitely not small!
They lined up at the top of the city, looking eagerly at Xie Changyuan below. Seeing that the latter was still thinking about eating at this time, they all had different expressions.
Some people are angry, some find it funny, and some feel pity for what Xie Changyuan will go through next.
After a while, Xie Changyuan had chewed half of the pig leg, and was licking his mouth. He picked up a water bottle and drank water to moisten his throat.
Meng Zhi narrowed his eyes, as if he felt that the time had come, and immediately raised his right hand and gave the order.
"Fire the bow!"
Meng Zhi's voice resounded at the top of the city, and all the archers were refreshed and took out an arrow from their quiver.
Noise the arrow and draw the bow, the arrow points directly at Xie Changyuan!
"Let it go!" Meng Zhi shouted.
"Boohoo!"
For a moment, the sound of arrows breaking through the air and the sound of bows and arrows vibrating became one. Two hundred archers opened their bows in two waves, and the first wave shot a hundred four-sided arrows.
Before the first wave of arrows arrived, a second wave broke through the air immediately. The archers took turns in an orderly manner. In just a few breaths, a dense rain of arrows was shot out, shrouding Xie Changyuan.
go!
The rain of arrows was dense, like a huge dark cloud coming over the top, revealing a suffocating sense of oppression.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been so scared that they would have wet their pants and then would have been left waiting to die.
But Xie Changyuan was a big exception. He still held the pork leg and gnawed it. He actually just glanced at the overwhelming rain of arrows and then continued to eat the meat.
The rain of arrows arrived in a moment and suddenly landed where Xie Changyuan was. The powerful arrows penetrated deeply into the ground, and the arrow body actually sank nearly half of it. This shows its strong penetrating power!
However, when some arrows hit Xie Changyuan accurately, they only made a tinkling sound, and some arrows directly scratched Xie Changyuan's skin and sparked sparks, as if they were shot on an iron stone.
Under the rain of arrows, Xie Changyuan acted as if nothing had happened, turning a deaf ear to this deadly weapon in the eyes of ordinary people.
The arrow rain came in waves, but Xie Changyuan did not react at all. Even when he opened his mouth to bite the meat, an arrow pierced his mouth directly through the pig leg. He still took it down and connected the arrow with the meat.
He bit the pork into his mouth together and chewed it for a few mouthfuls before spitting out a deformed arrow.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the city was stunned. They looked at Xie Changyuan in disbelief, and for a time they wondered if they were dreaming.
Two hundred archers were dumbfounded. Even the commander-in-chief Meng Zhi was stunned. Is this still a human being? Could it be a monster that came down from the mountain?
In this short time, Xie Changyuan had gnawed the entire pig leg clean. He stood up and wiped his hands. Looking at the arrows on the ground, he couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile. He looked again.
At the top of the city, he looked at Meng Zhi from a distance, then turned around and walked into the gate of the small ruined temple.
With just one glance, five hundred steps away, Meng Zhi was already frightened and broke into a cold sweat.
In the dark, he had an extremely ominous premonition, as if something terrible would happen next.
Not just him, everyone on the city had this bad feeling.
Their eyes converged and they all looked at the place where Xie Changyuan's figure disappeared.
There was no movement in the small dilapidated temple at first, but the next second, the dilapidated roof of the dilapidated temple suddenly collapsed.
Sand and stone were flying, rubble was broken, and amidst the chaos, Xie Changyuan's vague figure appeared among the ruins. At this time, he was carrying a courtyard pillar on his shoulders. To be more precise, it was the beam of the small ruined temple.
!
"What does he want to do!?"
Someone on the top of the city exclaimed.
Obviously, no one knew what Xie Changyuan suddenly meant by carrying a beam. Everyone was confused among themselves, and their eyes were full of doubts.
Only Meng Zhi pondered for a moment, then suddenly woke up after thinking for a moment, with surprise and fear in his eyes.
He quickly shouted loudly.
"City gate! Hurry up and hold the city gate!"
Seeing Meng Zhi's expression of excitement, although his men didn't know why, they still sent dozens of people to go to the city gate and blocked the city gate with their shoulders or wooden stakes.
Xie Changyuan carried the court pillar on his shoulders and looked at the east gate of Bianliang City from a distance, with a ferocious smile on his face, and his teeth were as white as a ferocious beast.
"After eating and drinking, it's time to kill someone," he said.
Then he shouted loudly, rushed forward several feet with the pillar on his shoulder, and used the momentum to throw the pillar on his shoulder.
The one-foot-long and two-foot-wide courtyard pillar flew towards the city gate like a cannonball with the support of huge force, and there was a sound of breaking wind along the way.
And not far after the court pillar flew out, Xie Changyuan's figure quietly appeared in the air. He took two steps in the air, came behind the high-speed flying court pillar, raised his foot and kicked it.
His speed suddenly accelerated again, flying towards the city gate at twice the speed before.
At a distance of five hundred steps, it only took a few breaths for the court pillar to approach. The moment one end of the court pillar touched the city gate, Xie Changyuan's figure quietly appeared again, and he raised his fist and hit the court.
On the other side of the pillar.
In an instant, the courtyard pillars almost exploded into pieces, and under the huge force, the East City Gate, a large iron-clad wooden gate weighing a thousand kilograms, also burst into pieces. Dozens of guards and forbidden troops behind the gate who were responsible for blocking the gate began to rush.
Vomited blood and flew out.
On the city tower, everyone was dumbfounded. Below the city tower, Xie Changyuan stepped into Bianliang City with a heavy sword on his back.
At the same time, a cannon rang out in the east city, and Xie Changyuan also took off his red heavy sword. It took him half an hour to kill all the 5,000 imperial soldiers guarding the city, and then went to the Xuanshen Platform alone.
Then, in the woods at the end of the field of vision outside the east city, fifty Qin heavy cavalry appeared quietly. Like a black torrent, they filed in from the city gate, following the corpses that Xie Changyuan had killed everywhere.