Without even a moment's rest, he quickly moved toward the east city gate, covered in blood.
"Kill..."
The fighting spirit has long been exhausted, and no weapons can be transformed into it.
The soldier who rushed over held a sword stained red with blood in his hand and slashed at the enemy force desperately.
The Brahma Pavilion soldiers and horses jumped down from the flying monsters in the sky and broke through the city wall.
He was immediately surrounded.
With blood splattering, he forced his way into the city, but couldn't get a single step forward.
"Quick, quick, we don't have enough military reserves at the west city gate. Quickly mobilize them from the inner city..."
"There's not enough kerosene at the South City Gate. Light a fire quickly, wood, kerosene, hurry up..."
Hoarse shouts one after another filled the sky above Lizhou City Tower.
Below, the Wangtianya soldiers and generals, with their faces stained with blood, kept running back and forth in the snowy wind.
The soldiers and horses of Brahma Pavilion rushed up from under the city wall.
The garrison generals whose military reserves were almost exhausted could not wait for the transportation of their military supplies, so they almost closed their bodies and pounced to attack.
The rockets condensed with special fighting spirit have been used up, and only the kerosene burned with wood is left.
On the city wall, if there were no rockets for soldiers and horses at the end of the world, I would use the kerosene to pour it down on the enemy soldiers climbing up under the city wall.
At the same time, drag up the wood and throw it down.
There is no fighting spirit rocket, and the original material is the same.
As long as you are a human being, it is impossible not to be afraid of oil stuck with fire.
The kerosene burned, so dazzling in the cold ice and snow, and so tragic.
Flames are flying to the south, but ice is flying to the north.
There was only enough kerosene for the city in the south, but not enough to support them in the north.
There was no kerosene, no fighting spirit, but there was still water, and the ice water brought up by the people of Lizhou in buckets, the water in the moat.
In the chilly twelfth lunar month of winter, behind the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses responsible for guarding Lizhou City.
The common people of Lizhou volunteered and swarmed to break open the frozen river in this cold winter. The old, weak, sick and young adults carried buckets one by one to support the soldiers defending the city.
Against other people, they can hide behind them.
But when dealing with Brahma Pavilion, they risked their lives.