In the early morning, the morning sun rises from the sky, and its light shines on the bloody earth. Around the eight directions of Delos Imperial City, more than a thousand arenas are erected with dull war drums roaring at the same time, playing a new round of battle at a steady frequency. The huge
Endless soldiers quickly poured out of the military camp group, and under the command of their respective captains, they headed towards the designated location to meet up.
The already familiar process showed amazing efficiency. In just one stick of incense, a million elite soldiers and heavy and diverse siege equipment were gathered in the vast area outside the four city gates. Each city gate stocked 250,000 siege equipment.
With an astonishing number, the remaining millions of elite soldiers have been prepared and arrayed in the rear. They will take turns to go into battle and continue the brutal charge.
More than a hundred Martial Kings all stood proudly in the air, commanding the battlefield, and also watching over the dilapidated ancient city. There were four Martial Lords entrenched outside each city gate, staring at the imperial city eagerly, looking for possible opportunities to take action, and also waiting.
Wu Zun's actions inside the imperial city.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With the drums thundering and the shouts shaking the sky, the siege troops of the Great Zhou Empire stepped up in order and quickly pressed down on the imperial city three kilometers away. After four years of bloody battles, many of them were exhausted.
They also suffered from pain. But every time they grasped the sword again and set foot on the battlefield, they would be full of energy, with a fierce look in their eyes, like wolves desperate for life.
This is already a spectacle in the entire Biennan battlefield. His troops are tireless and go crazy like tigers once they step onto the battlefield.
King Zhou Ling did not rely on heroic instigation, but relied on scalping!
Whenever the war drums thundered, the sound of drums would also be beaten inside King Zhou Ling's camp. It was very weak and inaudible. No one could hear it among the beating of nearly a thousand war drums. But it was its existence that
Injecting endless power into millions of elite soldiers, prompting them to carry out successive attacks.
This is the main reason why King Zhou Ling continues to shape myths, and it is also the reason why his troops always fight to the end with their strongest posture.
Only he and a very small number of his confidants knew that these two million elite soldiers had already become the puppets of scalp drummers! Their souls were controlled invisibly! As soon as the scalp drum rings, their consciousness began to be filled with the desire to kill, forgetting the pain.
and tired!
"Delos can't hold on any longer. The breakout is expected in the next few days. Please go guard the four city gates. Once the siege breaks out, immediately entangle them and buy time for other venerables."
King Zhou Ling stood high in the sky, looking at the Delos guard troops who were rapidly gathering in the distance, with a long-lost smile on his face. It was finally coming to an end. The Delos battlefield ended before the Salo battlefield. With the help of some publicity measures, he
The reputation of the emperor will directly match that of the emperor. With a solid foundation among the people, and some gentle measures taken secretly, the change of ownership of the empire will be much smoother.
The five white-robed sages scattered around raised their heads one after another, and four of them left one after another and rushed towards the four city gates.
The Imperial City of Delos covers a very large area and is guarded by large arrays. The four city gates are far apart. If you want to rush from one city gate to another, you need to gather around the city. Even the Venerable
It takes about eight minutes, not long but definitely continuous.
Therefore, King Zhou Ling arranged four Martial Lords at each city gate, and there was also a Martial Lord holding a fierce sword, which was equivalent to the union of the five great lords. The third-level Martial Lord holding a fierce sword beside him could also
Support everywhere at any time, one after another is enough to delay for a while.
What's more, King Zhou Ling expected that if Delos wanted to break out, he would start from two directions. One city gate would be a feint attack, and the other city gate would be an elite assault. The power would be greatly dispersed. There were only ten martial masters in the imperial capital, which was basically the best.
They were all seriously injured and there was no need to worry about them at all.
A hoarse and cold voice came from inside the white robe: "I am here to congratulate the prince and ask the prince to remember our agreement."
"Elder Duan, don't worry. When Biannan is unified and I am crowned the Ninth Five Supreme Being, I will definitely assist your palace with all my strength."
The old man in white robes raised his head slightly, his bright eyes flashed, and he stared at the city wall three kilometers away: "The young man I mentioned must be captured alive. I have to find out why the murderous sword is on his body.
"
Boom!!
The beating of the war drums became more and more rapid, and the scalp drums deep in the main camp also accelerated, mixing with the sound waves of the war drums and echoing on the battlefield. Boom, the vast sound exploded like a stormy sea, shaking the sky thousands of miles away, with great power.
The broken ancient city wall.
The millions of elite soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty kicked off the siege war in the wildest manner!
The Delos garrison dragged their tired bodies, roared hysterically, used crazy shouts to encourage the fighting spirit in their hearts, and slashed their swords fiercely to block Da Zhou's offensive.
Troubled times pass through the sky, thunder and lightning sweep across, and occasionally tyrannical martial arts can be seen wreaking havoc on the wall;
The aura was fierce, the flames were rolling, and the attackers and defenders fought hard with blood-red eyes;
The densely packed Zhou soldiers spread along the ladder to the top of the city, which is 100 meters high. From a distance, it looks like a colony of billions of ants scrambling for a huge cake, a vast black ocean; countless flames of oil pans move along the top of the city.
It splashed and hit the bodies of ordinary soldiers and directly turned into burning people. They screamed and fell from the 100-meter ladder. When they hit the warriors, they also caused miserable wails. The overwhelming boulders were thrown towards the city head, each one weighing a hundred kilograms.
If it hits the top of the wall, it will shatter into pieces, crushing a large number of residual bodies. If it hits the city wall, it will smash the crowd spreading on one's side into pulp. If it hits the guardian formation, it will be directly pumped into pieces.
The iron spears from the guard troops struck at the catapults a thousand meters away, tearing the sky apart and launching a rapid impact with harsh energy.
Life has become the meanest thing at this moment.
Wailing has become the most common sound.
They have persisted under the harsh conditions of the battlefield for four years. They are used to seeing life and death, and are not afraid of the cruelty of riots. Smoke is rolling, blood is flying, grief and violence are closely entangled, and roars and roars sound the cruelest part of war.
accompaniment movement.
Niya stood proudly at the top of the city, full of tenacity and determination, turning her hands like flying, swiping her spiritual power wantonly, turning into pen and ink to form a ferocious monster, roaring proudly at the top of the city, mercilessly devouring the Zhou soldiers who rushed up, and relieved them.
Pressure from guards.
Her martial arts are weird and powerful, and her effect on this battlefield is too terrifying. Coupled with her stunning appearance, she has long been a thorn in the side of the major Martial Kings in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Powerful Martial Kings are constantly showing up to harass her. However,
She is always guarded by two martial king-level golden-armored guards, using their lives to block her. Matthews is also proudly standing in the air, and the fierce sword in his body exudes a tragic evil spirit, intimidating the other side.
In each city gate area, there are two warrior-level warriors sitting on guard, enduring serious injuries, constantly paying attention to the long battle line, and having to be wary of the great Zhou warriors who are eyeing them from afar.
The remaining two great Martial Lords joined forces with the Half-Saint Ancestor to sit in the imperial city and struggled to maintain the protective formation. This was the first line of defense in the imperial city and a barrier that could deter the Great Zhou Martial Lord.
Roaring sounds, shouts of killing, wailing sounds, and roaring sounds were like waves, resounding throughout the world; blood, stumps, gravel, ice blades, thunder and lightning, flames, spears, corpses mixed with broken instruments, in the rioting city
The head-on attack is raging, cruelly testing the endurance of both parties, and stimulating the most primitive wildness in the body.
Pieces of life were lost, and fresh blood stained the city walls red again.
Only by truly being in it can you feel the sadness and resentment, and the bloody battle that builds up the will to fight and risk one's life.
The battlefield lasted from early morning to noon, and then from noon to evening. The Great Zhou Empire was still fierce in fighting. It captured the city more than ten times in a row, and was driven back by Delos again and again. The danger inspired blood and torture.
their ability to bear.
Numb? Maybe already numb, but watching each life disappear in a tragic way around you, anyone’s soul will be touched.
Is it going to be evening?
Is it going to end soon?
Whether it was ordinary disciples or Niya and other martial kings, they all expressed desire from deep in their hearts. They were exhausted physically and mentally, and longed for even a little bit of leisure.
King Zhou Ling raised a sneer on his lips: "Get ready to withdraw your troops. Delos's perseverance is about to be worn away. I dare to conclude that they will definitely break through in five days at most. The most important direction of the breakout should be in the north, and the chaotic area of the feint attack is in
South."
"Your Majesty, do you want to withdraw your troops?"
"Retract your troops." King Zhou Ling raised his hand to signal, wrapped his robe tightly and prepared to return to the camp.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The rapid war drums became low and depressing, and the scalp drums in the main camp also slowly stopped. The Zhou soldiers who were still charging madly a moment ago slowed down one after another.
"It's finally over!" On the long and dilapidated city walls, Delos soldiers sat slumped in the ruins one by one, looking blankly at the battlefield that began to gradually stop.
Niya staggered and almost fell down. Her spiritual energy was consumed too much, causing severe weakness.
"Eh?? Lord, look...that's..." The golden-armored guard beside him suddenly stared at the distant northern sky. Under the sparkling sunset clouds, a huge golden light and shadow was vaguely visible, as if it was approaching here.
.
Niya rubbed his sore forehead and looked to the north. The city wall they were guarding was located in the west. It was not clear from this direction, but as the battlefield stopped and became quiet, the harsh eagle cries coming from the light and shadow were faint.
Audible.
Not only their side, but the people at the north gate felt it most clearly. The huge golden shadows stretching for thousands of meters were approaching rapidly. The cries of eagles echoed in the sky. Looking further north, surging dust was flying.