Li Wenhao was stunned for a moment, his face turned ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This old guy Yanguang Zuomu is really a thief.
First, sneak attack our outer cavalry, and then let the infantry attack the city. The purpose is to destroy our army's sandstorm formation.
As for the formation master, it’s not surprising. With the power of their three clans, it’s not difficult to find a formation master!”
After saying that, I felt a little depressed. Knowing that Yan Guang Zuo Mu was coming for the forbidden area, and that he could not rely on his blood to open the forbidden area formation, he would definitely seek help from the formation master.
Why did he neglect it?
Although Guimu Tengchuan's sandstorm formation was designed by combining his own magic, ordinary formation masters could not break it, but formation masters could still break it.
Fu Baichuan frowned and said: "Your Highness, once the sandstorm formation cannot be used, our army's defense pressure will be heavy!
Why don't you, General Huo Qianheng, after defeating the Duchy of Monroe, don't go east to Huaibei for the time being, and come to the City of the Sun first to help defend!"
"That's the only way it can be!" Li Wenhao took a deep breath and nodded.
Looking at the dark Yan clan army under the city, he couldn't help but look murderous and roared: "Where's the new artillery battalion? Speed up and use incendiary bombs to hit the enemy's trebuchets!"
It's not that he lost his composure, but that he was really angry. Seeing that the winter snowstorm was less than ten days old, these guys were still pestering him endlessly, restraining a large number of his troops.
That's all for the other surface cracks. The most important thing is the super crack in Huaibei County. How can the Golden Crow Army resist it without Huo Qianheng?
Almost all the main forces that can fight are consumed here. Even if you want to mobilize a single unit, you can't.
"I'm going to send someone to urge you!" Luna Eagle was startled and quickly sent out a few more men.
"Whoops, whoops!" Amidst the raging war and the rain of blood, four or five warriors, carrying a black iron cannon, lined up and ran at the top of the city.
More than half an hour later, the phantom of the battle formation at the top of the city changed. Two hundred new black iron cannons were finally positioned.
And under the command of Zhebie with his eagle eye, he aimed at the trebuchet position under the city.
"fire!"
Li Wenhao waved the command flag with one hand and gave the order personally.
In an instant, two hundred white phosphorus incendiary bombs roared out, carrying air waves with them, avoiding the phantom of the Langya Army's battle formation and flying towards the enemy.
Some were blocked by the phantoms of the fire giants of the Flame tribe, exploded, and burned with dazzling fire.
Most of them successfully hit their targets and landed on the Yan Clan Army's trebuchet positions, as well as the Black Iron Cannon and Crystal Cannon positions.
It's just that these cannons have been fired three times, and the barrels are still cooling down.
"No, it's a shelling, quickly dodge!"
"Damn it, haven't the Black Iron Cannons of the Langya Army been defeated just like us?"
"Stop talking nonsense and run!"
"Boom!" A series of explosions sounded like fried beans in the battlefield, setting off soaring flames and thick black smoke.
More than three hundred trebuchets, more than two hundred black iron cannons, and fifty crystal cannons were either blown to pieces or burned violently in the high temperature.
Especially the barrels of kerosene bombs and the boxes of cannonballs, the elves were ignited, violent explosions, and fires became increasingly uncontrollable.
In just a few seconds, the bodies of more than 10,000 Yan tribe artillerymen were gone, and they were blown up into fireworks that filled the sky.
"Something happened to the artillery position?" On the command platform, Yan Guang Zuomu, wrapped in a thick blanket, suddenly opened his eyes with a sick face.
Regardless of the serious injury to his soul, he stood up and looked in the direction of the artillery camp.
However, he was mentally exhausted now, and he was not an eagle, so he could not see clearly.
"Dad, it's not good, our artillery position was bombarded!" Yan Guangzu ran over with a sad face.
Behind him were several people from the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, and one of them, a white-haired old man, was none other than the formation master, Master Huang.
"Impossible, Langya Army's Black Iron Cannon has already been defeated." Yan Guang Zuomu shook his head in disbelief.
"Dad, it's true!" Yan Guangzu stamped his feet anxiously, his face full of helplessness.
Although my father has changed his body, his insides have not changed. He is still the same old fox with a suspicious nature.
Especially since the underground blood bank was destroyed and the suspect has not been caught so far, he has become more and more suspicious.
He always feels like everyone around him wants to harm him.
The second shopkeeper of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, Shikawa Fuji, saw this and walked a few steps forward: "Master Zuomu, they are indeed black iron cannons, and there are a lot of them. I guess reinforcements should be coming from the Langya Army."
"Oh, reinforcements are coming!"
It is strange to say that Yanguang Zuomu does not believe his own son, but he believes in an outsider named Murasaki Teng.
He nodded, paused and said: "Give the order, step up the attack, don't be afraid of casualties, be sure to capture the ruins as soon as possible."
"Dad!" Yan Guangzu snorted with some dissatisfaction and took a look at the surrounding environment. There were too many outsiders, so he could only say helplessly: "We have been fighting all morning today. Why don't we take a rest and fight again after lunch?
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"We can't stop. Keep attacking. If we don't build the city wall today, we won't let you eat!" Yanguang Zuomu was so angry that he picked up a cane and hit his son on the head.
Ancestor Yan Guang didn't dare to hide, so he was hit hard twice, and then he shook his sleeves and walked away with a groan.
When I got off the podium, my face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
It wasn't that he felt pain, but in front of so many people, especially outsiders present, he, the only second-generation heir, wanted to see his face.
To use a new phrase from Li Wenhao, it is not very harmful but extremely insulting.
"Guangzu, wait!"
Turning around a military formation, Baimu Qingfu chased after him: "Why are we still fighting? The former army persisted in the sandstorm for more than two hours, and most of their spiritual power was consumed.
The Langya Army has sent reinforcements again. If we continue to attack at this time, the casualties will be huge?"
"Who says it's not the case?" Yan Guang Zuomu spread his hands and said with a bitter look on his face: "Since the old man sent his soul, I feel that he has changed and is different from before.
Stubborn, suspicious, and distrustful of anyone.
Do you know that the underground blood bank was destroyed a few days ago, and he asked me to send someone to spy on you.
You said, isn't he an old fool?
At the time of the incident, you were with me and him all the time. Why did you even suspect it?
And judging from the witnesses and the traces at the scene, it was a seventh-level Yan tribesman.
Isn’t this 100% the Yanjin family is up to something?
Really, I really don’t know what he is thinking now?”
After saying that, Ancestor Yan Guang punched the ground with great annoyance, making a big hole.
"Master Zuomu is also cautious!" Baimu Qingfu's eyes flickered, and these words frightened him.
Fortunately, Li Wenhao was not on the front line these days. He sent signals but did not respond. Otherwise, it would be troublesome once they met.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll go to the front line and watch. These soldiers are the elite of my Yanguang family. They can't be left here in vain!"
After being angry, he still had to do what he had to do. After Yan Guangzu finished complaining, he waved his hand and ran towards the front line.
Baimu Qingfu stopped where he was and did not follow. His expression became solemn, and he realized his own loophole.
It stands to reason that the ruling king of the Sand Clan has decided not to join the coalition. As a seventh-level member of the Sand Clan, his main task is to garrison the stronghold of Drew City, not to mess around with the coalition.
If nothing happens, I can still use my good relationship with Ancestor Yan Guang to help me and see the lively explanation.
But if something goes wrong now, Yan Guangzu may not think too much about it, but the cunning Yan Guang Zuomu will definitely investigate it one by one and find out what is unreasonable.