Chapter 241 The water is cold and wind is like a knife (2)
Today's Jizhou City, looking down from the night sky, is filled with continuous fires and torrents of red and yellow.
Like the rumbling thunder resounding through the valley, and like the roaring waves crashing into the mountains.
Long knives and halberds flew clanging, spears and boulders whizzed past, dense rain of arrows covered the sky like locusts passing through, and dull killing cries and short roars made the heaven and earth shake.
The ferocious faces, the bloody swords, the painful wails, the diffuse smoke...the entire battlefield was shrouded and annihilated by the tragic atmosphere of this primitive fight, repeated over and over again.
Have to admit it.
Facing the Imperial Guards, which are said to be the most elite in Daning, the Jizhou Army showed super combat effectiveness.
The reason may be the natural advantage of the defender, the high reward given by the Xu family, or the most instinctive desire of human beings to survive.
On the battlefield, if you don't want to die, you must kill all the enemies in front of you.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"
"Get out of here!"
"Fuck you! Go to hell!!"
"boom!"
"Boom!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Ding! Ding Dang!!"
"..."
Amidst the thick smoke billowing up and down the city wall, tooth flags embroidered with the word "Xu" or "Ning" were fluttering.
There were corpses lying on the ground beside each flag, bleeding continuously. The thick smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other filled the air, making it pungent and unpleasant.
Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle started, countless soldiers from both sides struggled to death, but often before they fell, someone would immediately fill the gap behind them, swinging forward the weapon with maximum internal strength in their hands.
No one will hold back at this time.
Because everyone knows that if they don't use their full strength in one move, they will most likely not have the chance to use the next move.
Cruel?
But this is war.
This is true whether it is in the ancient times with cold weapons, in the modern era with aircraft, tanks, and atomic bombs, or in the world of cultivation where personal power differs greatly.
Although a warrior of the upper third rank can defeat a thousand soldiers, a warrior of the middle third rank can defeat a hundred soldiers.
But what determines the outcome of a war is, after all, the largest number of lower-level, third-level ordinary soldiers.
Of course, this does not mean that warriors above level six are useless.
On the contrary, they are very useful, the key is just how to use them.
For example, right now, a "assault team" of several hundred people, all composed of middle and third-grade warriors, has disguised itself as ordinary soldiers and sneaked into the vicinity of the South City Gate.
They roared loudly and waved their weapons vigorously.
However, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that this group of people has no intention of rushing to the city wall at all. They are just running back and forth at the base of the city wall, like a team that is "fishing" on the battlefield.
Naturally, the Jizhou Army guarding the city would not care about such a small team.
But the generals on the imperial court's side also chose to turn a blind eye.
This is a little strange.
...
South Tower.
"Brothers! Hold on!!"
"Kill!!"
“Ding ding dong dong!!”
There was a fight on the city wall, but there was a deathly silence in the tower that controlled the opening and closing of the city gate.
More than a dozen Jizhou soldiers wearing yellow armor fell in a pool of blood, their wide-open eyes still retaining the sense of incomprehension they had before they died.
The city tower was hidden behind the city wall. The city wall was not broken at this time, so it was naturally impossible for these people to be killed by the imperial army.
Then it becomes obvious by whose hands they died...
"You, you..."
A soldier who had not yet died was holding his bleeding chest, and before he could finish a sentence, his head flew high into the air.
The man wielding the sword was also wearing yellow armor. After mending the sword, he waved his hand gently, and immediately behind him, a dozen figures stepped forward and stood around the huge winch wrapped with iron ropes.
"Son..."
The leader looked back at a masked man and said hurriedly:
"Without further delay, there is a fierce battle outside right now. Someone may notice something unusual at some time!"
"Hurry up and give the order!"
"Um......"
The man raised his head and glanced at the winch, without any hesitation in his eyes.
"Listen to my order! Open the city gate!"
"yes!"
More than a dozen Jizhou soldiers who had rebelled responded in a deep voice, and immediately grasped the handle of the winch at the same time, and mobilized their internal strength in an attempt to open this city gate that might determine the outcome of a war.
But the strange thing is that no matter how hard they try, the cable winch never moves.
"what happened?!"
The masked man noticed the abnormality immediately and shouted subconsciously: "A bunch of trash! Can't even turn a winch?!"
"Mr. Gongzi..."
A red-faced soldier replied in a trembling voice: "Xun, normally it only takes five people to move. This, this shouldn't be the case!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry..."
The roar suddenly stopped, and the man's eyes exposed outside the veil were suddenly filled with fear.
He is not stupid, nor stupid. He still doesn't know what happened.
It was obvious that what he had done had already been noticed!
There was no time to think about what went wrong, and no time to care about the group of bewildered men. The man ducked and turned around to escape from the tower.
But it was already too late.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, a red palm print shot out from the door with infinite power, rushing straight towards the man's face at an extremely fast speed.
The man's eyes widened suddenly. He knew he had no time to dodge, so he simply stepped on the ground. At the same time, he concentrated all the internal strength of his body into his right fist, and violently collided with the red light.
"boom!!"
There was a loud explosion, and a circle of air waves carrying huge energy spread rapidly from the collision point, and several wooden tables and chairs placed in the city gate tower were suddenly thrown away.
This scene seemed shocking, but it only lasted less than a breath.
To be more precise, the masked man's punch only blocked the red light for a breath.
"boom!!!"
A second loud noise sounded, and the man flew back like a kite with its string broken.
He hit the stone wall behind him hard and fell to the ground like a broken sack. The gravel mixed with blood fell like rain.
"puff!!"
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the depression in his chest was shocking.
From preparing to escape to taking his last breath, all this may seem like a long time, but in fact it only takes a few breaths.
"Damn! Spy!"
"The seller is a court lackey seeking glory!!"
"Tie them all up! Wait for Madam to tell you!"
More and more people rushed in from outside the door. The dozen or so rebellious soldiers were pushed to the ground by the angry Jizhou army before they could recover from the shock.
At the same time, the masked man who was obviously the main messenger was dragged to Wei Yanyu's feet.
"Huh! He's still masked! I want to see..."
A martial artist from the Xu family who was obviously of high status cursed and tore off the man's face veil.
The next moment, he was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Why, how could it be... Young Master?"
There is only one young master in the Xu family, and that is Xu Chengwen.
Countless looks of astonishment looked at Mr. Xu, who was both civil and military, and then fell on Wei Yanyu.
However, the latter's expression did not change much.
It's as if this traitor who betrayed the entire Xu family is not his biological son.
"Husband, madam, this..."
Someone stammered and wanted to ask Wei Yanyu how to deal with Xu Chengwen.
But before he could finish speaking, the latter slowly turned around, turned his back to everyone and sighed softly.
"well......"
The fighting on the city wall continued, and the blood-red firelight shone on Wei Yanyu's slightly trembling shoulders, making the spots sway.