Just when Tengger was about to hit a soldier of the Yongshao Bubu tribe who dared to splash muddy water on his clean and shiny armor with the back of his sword, he suddenly heard a cry as clear and clear as a prairie eagle, coming from that city.
There was a sound above his head. He couldn't help but turn his head towards the city head in astonishment. He saw a large amount of thick smoke suddenly coming out of the crenellations on the barrier wall, and then, the whine of an eagle was heard one after another.
The sounds became louder and louder, and Tengger's pupils instantly shrank like the eyes of a needle. He still remembered that last year, he heard the same sound just under the city division of the imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty.
But what this sound brings is not enjoyment, but terrifying death.
The world between heaven and earth seems to be filled with the high-pitched chirping of the Qingyue. Arrowheads filled with cold light are like swarms of bees emerging from their nests. They spray out from the launch tubes at an almost crazy rhythm, drawing a line.
The trajectory formed by the blue smoke rushed straight down towards the dense ant-like crowd below the city.
A swarm of dozens of tubes, each loaded with about seventy-two arrows, sprayed out deadly and powerful arrowheads in a narrow area of less than a hundred steps in the blink of an eye.
Easily break through the leather shield or armor in the hands of the Waji soldiers, and penetrate deeply. The hundreds of Waji soldiers crowded in this hundred-step radius feel like they are facing a rainstorm of extraordinary intensity.
However, when these raindrops hit, they did not make a snapping sound, but only a dull sound of piercing human flesh.
Tengger even saw the Yongshao Bubu soldier who had fallen to his feet just now and was hit in the chest by the first arrow. Just when he was about to open his mouth and scream, the second arrow with strong kinetic energy was like a ghost.
The ground penetrated his open mouth, and then emerged from the back of his neck, piercing deeply into the soil and nailing him to the floor.
Holding his shield, Tengger tried hard to follow the bank of the moat and leave the scope of the terrible arrow rain. However, he only had time to take off his first leg when he felt a pain in the instep of his foot, and there was smoke coming from the tail of one foot.
The sharp arrow mercilessly penetrated his feet and plunged deeply into the soil.
The feeling of pain that penetrated the bone marrow, the feeling of despair and fear that his feet were nailed to the spot and he could only wait for death, made Tengger scream loudly involuntarily, bang, this is an arrow just right.
It was blocked by the iron armor, but the huge force caused Tengger's burly and strong body to stumble forward, and the right foot that was originally penetrated by the arrow had to be lifted off the ground.
The white arrow shaft scratched out a ferocious red color. After that, more arrows fell on his body, piercing deeply into his torso that was shrunk in pain.
It formed a strange creature like a hedgehog.
In just a few short breaths, the ferocious and clear screams suddenly disappeared completely. Only the few lingering sounds were still rippling in the air with the wind, and those hundreds of steps around were like a piece of ice in the sky.
In the experimental field where farmers had planted mature rice ears in a short period of time, the white arrow feathers were still swaying gently. Under the dense crops, there were rag doll-like corpses.
The few soldiers who were still alive were covered with arrows, groaning in pain and despair. Just outside the edge of this rice field, the Wasi soldiers were like a group of poor and lower-middle peasants who were stunned by Yuan Longping's high-yield experimental fields.
His eyes were dull, his expression was distorted, and his whole body was as stiff as a statue that had been poured with plaster.
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These damn Southern Barbarians actually resorted to such vicious methods. Narisong, you idiot, didn’t you say that there weren’t many Southern Barbarians in this Dushikou Fort? Didn’t you say that their defense was very lax?!”
King Sekan, the commander of this army who was far away from the range of the artillery, saw this scene and couldn't help but cursed angrily. He raised his hand and pointed the riding crop in his hand at the man beside him.
The captain whipped him across the face.
With just one whip, the unprepared captain was knocked off his horse, and his rounded helmet was struck across the face by King Sekan's riding crop, leaving a ferocious streak on his face.
Afraid of human whip marks.
That Risong painfully covered his cheek with the whip marks, but only dared to look at the ground with his malicious eyes, and his voice could not suppress the panic and fear. "The Governor spares his life, the final general will never say anything false, Nanman is like this
It's obviously a bluff, if not, why not use a weapon like the moon from the beginning?"
King Sekan snorted impatiently and pointed viciously at Na Risong, the captain of ten thousand men who was kneeling in front of his horse with the tip of his riding whip...
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I will take care of you when I have time. Now, send me two more teams. Before noon today, I will see a passage that can go directly to the city. Otherwise, I will twist your head off.
Use it to make a brand new sprinkling cup."
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Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief, I will personally supervise the battle right now. If a road cannot be paved by then, I will go and pave it myself." That day Risong buried his head and roared loudly, and then walked straight to the ground without raising his head or mounting his horse.
He rushed forward and pulled out the scimitar from his waist. His blood-red eyes revealed boundless resentment and hatred. He did not dare to complain in the face of the moody and murderous King Sekan. However,
The resentment in my heart kept growing and spreading.
He now needs to vent his anger. Those slow-moving Yongshao Bubu bastards are his best way to vent his anger. At least he has to kill a few more with his own hands to see if they dare to stop at this time.
Let yourself get a whipping in vain.
The Wa Ci generals who were riding behind King Sekan all showed a hint of resentment that had never appeared in the past, with a trace of hatred or resentment in their eyes, which were like needle rays.
It fell on the burly and arrogant back of King Sekan.
The vast majority of generals do not belong to the Junggar tribe, but are the leaders and nobles of other grassland tribes. In the past, they were all domineering figures in their own territory, but now, they are all controlled by this damn Junggar tribe.
He was riding on his head.
The Junggar tribe is stronger than others, and according to the rules of the prairie, they are willing to obey the strong. However, since Naxian ascended the throne, the Junggar tribe's behavior has become more and more arrogant and domineering, and they are increasingly threatening the grassland tribes.
From the looks of it, it seemed as if they were not even allies, they were just lackeys and slaves who could be beaten, scolded and driven in any way by the Trollos family.
This has made the inner dissatisfaction and resentment of the grassland tribes become more and more intense, and the tribes who have followed the Junggar tribe wholeheartedly from the beginning have now begun to have lingering concerns, because they are also cruel and easy to kill.
Now that they have seen it in their eyes, think about it, those who loyally follow the Choros family belong to the Zhu Erqing family of the Junggar tribe.
As a man of outstanding military exploits, A Ci couldn't even save his two most beloved sons, so he was slaughtered by Se Kangan without any reason.
After that, I originally thought that Na Yexian would repent and wanted to make amends to the Erqing family and grant the position of Grand Master to A Ci, but who could have expected that Ye Xian would actually do it again at the last moment?
He suddenly regretted it and awarded the title of Grand Master to his son as quickly as possible.
At this moment, the hearts of all the tribes could not help but feel cold. During this period of time, several tribes had some disputes with the Choros family because of trivial matters. As the lord of the grassland, not only did he not deal with both parties fairly, he even ignored the mistakes.
On our own side, we simply accused those tribes of provoking the royal court and wiped out those tribes.
And today, the Yongshao Bubu who appeared at the front of the battlefield as a cannon fodder unit was one of the unlucky ones. This also made the grassland tribes become more and more vigilant. They were afraid that one day, they would be moody and put their own hands on them like lambs.
The tribes were divided and swallowed up.
The seeds of resentment and suspicion have taken deep roots and sprouted in the hearts of the grassland tribes. No one knows which day they will burst out and destroy this seemingly powerful new grassland empire again.
Teams of young men from the Yongshao Bu tribe used their own flesh and blood to pave the road regardless of the cost. Every step forward cost dozens of lives. However, as the soldiers of the Junggar tribe who supervise the battle,
But they have no mercy at all, and sometimes they even directly kill those Yongshao Bubu Qingzhuang who are afraid and run in the wrong direction. The blood they bring will only give these ferocious and crazy Eiko hands.
Bring excitement and frisson.
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These are simply a group of lunatics. Are all the tile shoes crazy?" Even the Ming soldiers, who were standing at the top of the city as the enemy, couldn't help but look at each other when they saw this scene. However, their pause provoked the veterans and superior officers.
He yelled and cursed, quickly cheered up, and continued using the fire system and bow and arrow in Yue's hands, trying hard to kill the fresh lives of the tile shoes gathered under the city.
Pots of boiling oil with green smoke poured out. In an instant, at least a dozen Waqi soldiers would be torn open and their flesh would be torn apart, they would let out inhuman screams, and bursts of weird meaty aroma and burnt meat would rise.
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And the torches thrown down will turn the half-cooked thorn shoes that are still struggling to be burned into human-shaped candles. The rising flames will emit an unpleasant burning smell. Those human-shaped candles will either be burned.
He was curled up in a ball from the heat, or if he was lucky, he fell into the moat. The blisters on his body were instantly peeled off by the waves, revealing the red and tender flesh, as well as the pieces that had already been burned.
A terrifying face that has completely lost its normal appearance.
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Hurry up and pour some more oil in. This kind of kerosene transported from Gansu Province is very easy to use. It can be used to burn it after burning it." The soldiers of the Ming army who stood on the city wall and saw this scene were filled with emotion at the moment.
He felt a sense of revenge, and while he was chanting, he urged the young men to pour the thick black fat into the big pot filled with hot oil.
It's new here, I will continue to work hard, and I will definitely update it twice if I have the chance.
