At this time, Shen Fengchu's upward thrust was exhausted, and his body fell instinctively. Dama had no support from the drum, and her body also fell downwards like him.
Below, the Oara army and horses are like a black tide.
"Archers, prepare!"
On the city wall, Xia Houyue's orders were almost swallowed up by the opponent's sound of reducing killings and the opponent's drums.
Yun Chu frowned, shook off his thin cloak, wrapped it around his sniper rifle and threw it on his body. He jumped downstairs and landed on the drum stand in the middle of the city gate.
"Prince Princess?!"
Off to the side, the drummer stepped aside in confusion.
"Give it to me!" Yunchu stretched out his palm to him.
The man didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly put the drum hammer in his hand into her hands.
Taking the drum hammers, she raised her hand and pulled off two cloth straps from her clothes. She quickly used the cloth straps to tie the two drum hammers with her hands.
"Command Xia Houyue, all the guards, listen to my drum command, drum to rest, prepare arrows, drum urgent, arrows down!"
The drummer did not dare to neglect, and immediately ran down the drum platform to Xia Houyue to deliver the order.
Xia Houyue turned and looked at the high drum platform.
The swaying torch reflected the bright red drum with a fire-like brilliance. In front of the drum, Yunchu was dressed in black clothes. He still had the dust brought by the journey, but his beautiful and delicate face was not at all tired, but from a distance. He nodded to him.
Her eyes were as black and bright as stars.
Nodding to her, Xia Houyue turned around and shouted, "Send the order, drum to rest, prepare arrows, drum to hurry, arrow down!"
"The drum is resting, and the arrows are ready; the drum is urgent, and the arrow is lowered!"
The order was received with a human voice, and the order quickly spread throughout the city wall.
Yun Chu stood on the drum platform, looking at the figure of Shen Fengchu who fell on the ground and was fighting with Dama. He clenched the drum hammer, concentrated his inner strength in his palms, and hit the drum head heavily.
Boom!
The sound of drums is like spring thunder that shakes the heaven and earth.
The war drum is as tall as a person, and usually requires two strong men to take turns beating the drum.
Now, she was beating it like spring thunder, overpowering the sound of horse hooves and the sound of killing under the city wall, and overpowering the sound of the sacred drum.
Under the city.
Shen Fengchu and Dama fell to the ground almost at the same time.
"Protect the High Priest!"
On both sides, Oara soldiers immediately rushed towards him.
Shen Feng didn't look at anyone at first glance, his eyes were just fixed on the code.
He tapped his toes gently on the ground, stretched out his arms, and his feathers drew a line of light and shadow in the air. His dark red armor was as red as blood. From a distance, his figure looked like a fire phoenix spreading its wings in mid-air.
Passing through the crowd, his feather-spreading sword went straight to Dama.
Dama waved her staff to meet him, but it was also a head-on confrontation.
The powerful aura spread instantly, and the Wala soldiers who rushed up from all around were immediately ejected, vomiting blood, and died suddenly on the ground.
Such a collision of auras from a strong hand is not something that ordinary people with little cultivation can bear.
"Siege the city, don't worry about me!"
Knowing that rushing forward would be tantamount to suicide for these people, Dama shouted loudly while catching Shen Fengchu's sword.
To the Wala soldier, his word is the imperial edict.
With an order, everyone retreated and continued rushing forward.
The two people were like a huge boulder in the running water, cutting the attacking crowd in half.
Dama was apprehensive, but Shen Fengchu was completely relaxed.
With the Wala army all around him, he didn't have to worry about accidental injuries.
Every time he makes a move, he uses all his strength, and every time he bounces back, he swings his sword without any hesitation.
A seemingly random sword strike has already casually claimed the lives of several Wala soldiers.