Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh teenager Lu Zhengrong
Time went back to the moment when the main gate was about to be breached and Yang Ang ordered the pouring of kerosene and burning the gate.
The coalition forces invaded very quickly, at the moment when Yang Ang ordered the pouring of kerosene and the throwing of torches.
The crumbling main entrance of Beiba Street was directly broken through with flesh and blood by dead soldiers from aristocratic families of the coalition forces.
Amidst the loud explosion, Yang Bai's speed increased to the extreme. He passed the soldiers and rushed directly into the front line. In the chaotic battlefield, Yang Bai vaguely heard the roar of Yang Ang at the door. His excited expression suddenly changed.
A trace of fear arose in his heart. Especially when he saw the fire oil tanks densely packed behind the main entrance, the fear in his heart rose to the extreme.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Yang Bai roared loudly with a trembling tone in his throat.
"Light up the fire and throw!!" However, no matter how quick his reaction was, it couldn't be faster than Yang Ang, who had been waiting for a long time.
As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten torches were thrown down from the main entrance at the same time by Yang Ang's order.
Fall to the ground and ignite.
In just an instant, the kerosene that exploded and scattered on the roads inside and outside the main gate was ignited. With a loud explosion, groups of flames suddenly erupted, and the soldiers fled.
The strong wind crazily ignited the entire main entrance of Beiba Street, and even the clothes of Yang Bai who rushed into the main entrance were also set on fire.
"You are seeking death!" Angry and fearful, Yang Bai took off his armor that was already on fire and threw it out. While retreating wildly, he loudly ordered the confused coalition soldiers to avoid the fire, suspend the offensive, and regroup.
"Keep throwing!" At the front gate, Yang Ang stared at the coalition forces below with an indifferent expression. Hearing the wailing in his ears, his expression did not change at all, "Don't stop, throw down all the fire oil cans in the shortest possible time!
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Among the corpses everywhere, the entire main entrance of Beiba Street was completely covered by the flames soaring into the sky, especially the main entrance passage connecting the inner and outer cities of Nanzheng. It was like a huge mouth of blood and fire swallowing flames, madly devouring all those who dared to come close.
Soldiers and generals.
"General?" Outside the main entrance, in the chaos, Yang Bai's cronies rushed to his side in disgrace, looking at Yang Bai urgently: "The main entrance passage has been completely blocked by flames. From the looks of it, there is no way to pass it in a short time.
Possibly, what should we do?”
"Complete blockade?!" Yang Bai's messy and dark face burned by the flames showed a trace of unwillingness, and at the same time, more uneasiness emerged in his heart, "It's impossible. Although the main entrance of Beiba Street is the passage between the inner and outer cities,
But there are five more of the same passages. Unless you prepare to mobilize them in advance, how could you put so many fire oil tanks here? It’s impossible!”
"General, could it be that Zhang Lu and Yan Pu had known for a long time that we were going to attack from here, so they had made defensive preparations in advance and specially transferred them from elsewhere?" the deputy general guessed.
"Impossible. The decision that a certain person agreed to join forces with the Nanzheng family to rebel against Zhang Gongqi was made temporarily. After he made the decision, he directly led the army to attack this place. It is impossible for them to discover it in advance. And we were attacking this place.
At that time, you also saw the monument
The defense of the main gate of Ba Street is basically the same as usual, with only a handful of guards guarding the gate. If Yan Pu and Zhang Lu really received the news in advance that we were coming to attack, then this
How is it possible that there are only so many people here?"
Yang Bai shook his head, suppressing the doubts and uneasiness in his heart, and pointed his knife at the main door covered in flames, "Okay, no matter what, we have reached this point, and we have no reason to back down. Soldiers are so fast, we have no reason to do so."
If time is wasted here any longer. Once Zhang Lu and Yan Pu react and call in the army, not only will my brother be in danger, but the subsequent situation will also be out of control."
"Go and send an order to those dead men from the aristocratic families to clear the way for us and break through the flames. Tell them that if we want to succeed, we must rush into the inner city in the shortest possible time, surround the governor's mansion and capture Zhang Lu. Otherwise, once
When Zhang Lu and Yan Pu come to their senses and mobilize the army and the followers of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, the situation will inevitably get out of control. Once we lose, Zhang Lu will investigate and liquidate us, and the major families will not have a second chance!
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"No!" the deputy general responded, and ran directly towards the chaotic military formation on one side, shouting Yang Bai's words loudly to the dead soldiers of the family who were retreating with expressionless faces.
"Sir?" The group of dead soldiers from the aristocratic families were originally sent by the heads of various families to direct the dead soldiers to attack. Yan He, who was supervising Yang Bai at the same time, changed his expression and waved his hand instantly to stop the dead soldiers from retreating. He looked cold and ugly across the fireworks.
He glanced at Yang Bai in the distance, then turned around, pointed at the main door covered in flames in the distance, and shouted coldly: "Rush over and seize the door!"
The flames soaring into the sky were like crazy fire dragons, spitting out deadly tongues of flames and turning unbridled inside and outside the main entrance of Beiba Street. After a while, some houses near the main entrance were ignited by the tongues of flames. The flames were hot and soon followed.
It jumped up and spread out in all directions, burning all approaching targets crazily.
However, these are of no significance to these dead soldiers who have been trained by aristocratic families since they were young and have long lost themselves. Following the command of the dead soldier commander, the dead soldiers of the coalition's aristocratic families seemed to have lost their sense of pain.
The raging flames rushed into the main entrance without any notice.
"Zizzi!"
The stench and sound of burning flesh began to permeate the surroundings. Yang Ang, who had slowly retreated from the main entrance, looked at the figures of several dead soldiers rushing out of the flames with an ugly expression. He looked at the figure who was covered in flames but still moving forward crazily.
He rushed, brazenly beating with his flesh and blood body, and broke through the queue of dead soldiers blocked by the flames, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
After a slight hesitation, there was a trace of cruelty in Yang Ang's eyes, and a ferocious look appeared on his rough face, "My sons, the master's reinforcements will arrive soon. We must not let them break through the main gate before then, and kill Sui.
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Facing the dead soldier who was frantically breaking through the flames, Yang Ang looked solemn and cold. After barking out orders, he first charged towards the opponent with his sword.
"Fuck me!" Yang Ang roared, his steps flashing, and he rushed to the side of several dead soldiers from aristocratic families who were still burning with flames in an instant. He slashed his sword horizontally, and took advantage of their unpreparedness to attack them with all his strength.
He hit their necks with all his strength.
"Poof! Poof!"
There were two muffled sounds, and scarlet blood rose into the sky from the headless neck against the backdrop of the flames. The dead soldier from the aristocratic family who finally broke through the flames did not even have time to fight back, so he lost his head directly and died in Yang Ang's hands.
"Kill!" Yang Ang, who killed two people with one sword, showed no excitement at all. Looking at more and more dead soldiers from the aristocratic family rushing through the flames, his face was full of determination and madness, "Second and third sons, kill with me!"
