Chapter 724 The tragic death of Gao Ying, who burned the urn city
It has to be said that Gao Ying is very prudent in his actions. His ability to reach where he is today is definitely not due to luck.
"I came here with sincerity, why haven't I seen Wang Xiong come out to greet me? How dare you Wang Jia'an neglect me!" Gao Ying shouted coldly.
When Gao Ying said these words, two old men with powerful auras came up behind him to block him, and five thousand guards quickly stepped forward to protect him firmly in the middle.
"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Gao. I will ask the second master to come and greet Mr. Gao in person." The Wang family member bowed respectfully to Gao Ying, and then strode towards the inner city gate.
Gao Ying raised his head and looked at the wall surrounding the urn city, where almost no soldiers could be seen. This reminded him of the four words "pretend to hide something". When he looked at the Wang family member who was leaving in a hurry, he thought of a possibility and suddenly his face changed.
He changed and shouted: "No, get out of the city quickly."
boom!
Almost at the same time as Gao Ying shouted, the iron gate of the outer city gate behind them suddenly fell down, sealing the city gate directly. Several soldiers standing under the city gate were smashed into pulp.
Gao Ying's heart sank. Seeing that the gate into the inner city had not yet been closed, he shouted: "Go forward and enter the city."
As he spoke, he had already galloped forward on his horse, followed by five thousand soldiers. At this time, the boy from the Wang family had already started running forward.
On the top of the city, Wang Long stood up at some point. Looking at the scene in the urn city, he ordered without hesitation: "Lower the iron gate."
"No……"
There was a loud bang, and the gate leading to the inner city of Wengcheng was also sealed. The Wang family member let out a desperate roar, and he was trapped there.
At this time, the surrounding city walls were already covered with soldiers, numbering no less than 10,000. Everyone had their bows and arrows set, aiming at the more than 5,000 people in the barbican city.
Gao Ying's face had already become extremely ugly. He stared at Wang Long, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Wang Long, it is really you who caused the trouble. Now let me out of the city. I will give up Taiyuan City to you, otherwise I will
Kill your Wang family members."
Wang Long ignored Gao Ying, but said to the Wang family member who looked desperate: "Wang Chong, your wife and children will be treated well."
After hearing this, the disciple of the Wang family, known as Wang Chong, saw despair on his face and turned into determination. He saluted Wang Long on the top of the city, then hit his head on the city wall, his head was broken and bleeding, and he died on the spot.
Seeing this, Gao Ying's heart sank to the bottom of his heart. He wanted to say something else, but Wang Long had already ordered: "Shoot arrows and kill them all."
The sky-blocking rain of arrows fell from the surrounding city walls, screams rang out one after another, and people kept falling in the urn city.
Under the protection of two masters who broke the power around him, Gao Ying was safe and sound for a short period of time. He ordered people to attack the city gate desperately in an attempt to break open the outer city gate and escape. However, this was almost impossible. Wang Junlin was able to break through it that day.
The reason why he opened the iron gate to escape was because Nie Xiaoyu shot several arrows with his divine bow, causing numerous cracks in the iron gate. Wang Junlin finally used all his strength and was seriously injured to break through the door in one fell swoop. These five thousand soldiers
Although he was an elite, Gao Ying was surrounded by two powerful masters of the breaking stage, but they were absolutely incapable of breaking through the iron gate and escaping.
"Bindfold the eyes of the war horses and thrust them against the city gate." Gao Ying saw that the soldiers' swords and guns had no effect at all on the city gate. He moved in his heart and gave the order loudly.
When life and death were at stake, no one dared to neglect. Immediately, someone braved the rain of arrows while blocking the eyes of the war horse, and then slashed the horse's butt with a knife. The horse could not see the front, screamed and rushed forward, crashing into the horse.
On the iron gate, the war horse neighed, drooped its tattered head, and fell limply to the ground.
The war horse's death was not in vain. The iron gate that could not be cut by manpower slightly shook due to the full force collision of the war horse.
When Gao Ying saw this, he was immediately overjoyed. The others continued to urge their horses to hit the city gate without Gao Ying's instructions.
Boom boom boom...
One after another, the war horses crashed into the iron gate. While the horses died, the iron gate itself was not damaged, but the city wall with the iron gate began to shake. Sand began to fall, and small cracks appeared in some places.
Wang Long's expression changed when he saw this, and he ordered to seize the time to release arrows. Wang Junlin came to him at some point and said softly to the second son of the Wu family who was following him: "Move the hundred barrels of kerosene I asked you to prepare."
Go up the city wall, then fall into the urn, and then shoot with arrows."
Hearing this, the second young master of the Wu family couldn't help but tremble. He glanced at Wang Long, respectfully accepted the order and left.
Not long after, a raging fire broke out throughout the Wengcheng. The air was filled with a pungent scorch smell and billowing smoke. Thousands of people in the Wengcheng had no way to escape. The fire spread and engulfed groups of desperate Gao Ying soldiers.
The screams echoed throughout the countryside.
Wang Long looked at Wang Junlin again with fear in his eyes, thinking that he had burned countless people to death in this way.
At this time, there was no trace of pity in Wang Junlin's expression, and there was only endless coldness in his eyes.
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There were four thousand soldiers on the city head outside. They were lying on the crenels, holding crossbows and bows in one hand, and covering their mouths and noses with soaked linen cloth in the other hand. Outside the city in front of them, there were tens of thousands of tall soldiers.
The subordinate soldiers surged towards the city head. They wanted to seize the city head, open the city gate, and let the soldiers inside the city escape. However, what greeted them was a dense rain of arrows, and large swaths of siege soldiers fell down.
The screams and flames soaring into the sky in the city made them frightened and heartbroken. Coupled with the consecutive defeats these days, the soldiers had no fighting spirit. After being ambushed by the officers and soldiers at the top of the city, they turned around and fled. They rushed forward again and again, and were shot by crossbow arrows again and again.
retreat.
Thousands of soldiers in the urn city drove their war horses against the city gate like crazy, but it was already too late. Moreover, the horses were burned by the fire and had lost control. Even if they were cut off on the buttocks with a knife and blindfolded, they would not stop.
Obediently hit the city gate.
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An hour later, the pungent burnt smell in the air still did not dissipate, and green smoke was still rising throughout the Wengcheng.
The inner city gate opened, and a group of officers and soldiers emerged from the secret passage. The scene in front of them made many soldiers turn away in horror, not daring to take another look. What a hell it was on earth. More than 5,000 soldiers, including Gao Ying, were there.
All the people were burned to death in the Wengcheng, and the entire Wengcheng was plunged into darkness.
More than a thousand of them were not burned by the fire. They were crowded in a narrow open space about ten paces wide between the fire and the city gate. The fire oil did not flow, but they all died as well. These more than a thousand people or
They were roasted alive by the fire, but most of them died of suffocation, and Gao Ying was the last one.
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The cruelty of war lies in the fact that there is no mercy on the battlefield. Any mercy shown to the enemy is a crime against oneself. No matter who the opponent is, they will use the most cruel methods to kill each other and completely eliminate the enemy physically.