Since the failure of the attack on Wuxin City that day, the Black Turban Army on the opposite side has become much quieter. They no longer insist on capturing the city within a few days, but spread out, sending scouts to the upstream and downstream, from all directions.
Slowly close up, surround and monitor this mountain-side city.
The defenders in the city were naturally aware of it, but their strength was originally smaller than that of the Black Turban Army outside. However, there were many mountains in Yanli Island, and they fought in the forest. Those agile Black Turban Army obviously had an advantage and were more flexible.
, so in the end I could only watch and occasionally use the city's artillery to bombard some small strongholds, or send a small group of elites to deal with the scouts on the westward avenue.
The two sides remained in a stalemate for several days. The defenders were waiting for support, and the Black Turban Army was also waiting for support.
This continued until five days later, when finally there was a change.
A team of about sixty people came from the south, and even the defenders in the city could hear the heavy sound of hoofbeats on the other side in the distance.
"What's going on over there?" the team on the city wall was asking.
"Looking at those coming from the south, could they be some special masters?" Ordinary people would usually think of this.
"Quick, take a closer look." As he said that, the team was looking at the soldiers on the watchtower.
"Yes!" The soldier began to fiddle with the copper telescope in front of him, adjusting it to the camp in the distance.
Against the background of dark woods, dozens of tall visitors rode giant black bulls and walked on the road by the river.
These people are tall, about three to four meters tall, with dark skin but with a metallic luster, giving them an extreme copper color in their hearts. Only a little dark gold can be seen. They wear rough-style armor, shoulders and legs.
Their heads are exposed, and their hair is mostly grey-blue.
When being spied on, one of them suddenly turned his head and saw a flash in front of his eyes. The soldier on the watchtower covered his eyes and fell to his knees, rolling over.
"It hurts so much, ahhh!"
"No need to look." On the other side of the city wall, an older veteran came over.
"Those are Lei Xiaze's descendants of the God of Thunder. I didn't expect them to find more than sixty people. Aren't these people all extinct long ago?"
In ancient times, there lived a group of tall giants in Leixiaze. Their skin was as dark as copper. They were good at using lightning and wielding giant snakes. They were a powerful local tribe and the surrounding monsters did not dare to invade them.
It is a pity that such a powerful race has never been in large numbers. Then with the advent of the Phoenix, the human race migrated and expanded in all directions from the coast of the Yellow Sea, and encountered this powerful local tribe along the way.
After the two sides met, they fought several battles, and then the population of this tribe decreased, and then gradually declined.
Originally, there was a huge city in Lei Xiaze, where nearly a million people gathered in ancient times. After the war, this huge city sank into the swamp. Since then, the descendants of these Thunder God tribes have gradually disappeared, and there are fewer and fewer.
Some of them are of mixed blood, and are not as powerful and special as their ancestors.
After getting rid of the spies of the defenders on the city wall, the group of more than 60 people walked into the Black Turban Army's camp. They didn't even bother to look at the wooden fence around them, and they looked at some of the soldiers around them as if they were fragile chickens.
"This is it, Huanggu." The young man in black who was walking at the front got off his horse and spoke to the tall figure leading the way behind him.
"Yeah." His voice was rough, and then he turned around and gestured to the tribesmen behind him.
Afterwards, these people got off the huge black bull and sat cross-legged on the ground to rest. They didn't talk much. Only the occasional electric sparks on their bodies could tell that they were refining their magic power and practicing.
Wu Xingkui opened the door curtain and walked into the big tent in the center, while Huang Gu behind him also bent down and walked into the big tent with his head lowered. Fortunately, the height inside was enough, so he didn't have to keep lowering his waist, which was still too high.
Everyone in the big tent had to look up at this tall descendant of the God of Thunder.
"Everyone, this is my eldest brother Huang Ku." Wu Xingkui introduced everyone, and then there was an intermittent sound of welcome in the big tent.
It is obvious that although this person is powerful, many people in the big tent are afraid of him. If this person suddenly rises up, they will be unable to stop them, and they will feel that they are no longer safe.
Fortunately, this descendant of the Thunder God named Huang Ku had a very calm personality, and he slowly made everyone feel relieved.
After that, the topic turned to the main problem we had to face now, which was how to capture the city on the other side of the river.
"Prepare a big shield for me, and then five thousand people will follow me." After the discussion, Huang Ku slowly opened his mouth and spoke in a straightforward manner, as if he were breaking a branch on the roadside tonight.
"The shield... I'm afraid it's a little difficult to make temporarily now, but you can use rivets on the wood to tie it together with other shields. I don't know if Mr. Huanggu can accept it."
"Can."
"That's good." Then everyone discussed the issue of siege.
"Is 5,000 men a bit too small? Last time we attacked with a total of 30,000 men, we still lost."
Huang Gu shook his head and looked down at the people below, "Five thousand elite soldiers are enough, any more will be damaged by firearms."
Being too densely populated is indeed detrimental to firearms. Everyone nodded thoughtfully, but then they thought about it. The defenders in the city were superior to them in terms of discipline, equipment and training. Could they really defeat them without a numerical advantage?
"Five thousand troops in front, we will look at the situation and support later, what do you think." This should be safer, everyone thought this way.
"Can."
After some details were explained, it was completely dark outside. By the time everyone in the big tent walked out, a fire had already been lit for cooking outside.
Hundreds of huge iron pots were cooking food in the camps on the river bank, supplying the black scarf army of about 130,000 people. Many soldiers danced and sang around the fire. The folk songs were loud and clear, venting the backlog accumulated during this time.
dull and depressing.
Unlike the soldiers of the Plantagenet Dynasty, most of these black scarf warriors came from the mountains and rivers of the Qi Lei Seven Continents. They were not soldiers who had been trained for a long time, so they also retained many customs and habits of the clan. They could speak the local language with an accent.
, and then use strange-shaped musical instruments to relieve irritability. Although it lacks the uniformity of the dynasty, it also has the unrestrained and unrestrained beauty of the ancient times.
Many of these black scarf soldiers also have white or red and black paint on their faces, which resembles war patterns or some kind of prayer. After hundreds of years of dynastic education, these local religions have filtered out a lot of blood and ignorance, but
Some forms are still retained.
When he walked into the lively night camp, Huang Ku's tall figure immediately attracted everyone's attention. The descendants of the Thunder God who were originally sitting cross-legged and resting outside also stood up.
"Let's rest here tonight and someone will arrange a place for us later."
"Yes, Chief!" They answered in unison, which surprised many people in the camp. Some were even prepared to gather around to watch. Fortunately, it was a barracks after all, and there were some rules, so they didn't move around randomly.
Afterwards, Wu Xingkui, Huang Gu, and a group of senior military officers sat around a huge bonfire to enjoy dinner.
Beast meat and grilled fish were skewered on thick wooden sticks and placed beside the fire to roast. A small low table was placed in front of each person, and then soldiers filled the Tao Wan with rice.
Put it on the table, and then put down a small pot of rice wine, and the faint fragrance wafted out.
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The alcohol content of this kind of wine is not high, and you won't be too drunk when you drink it. In addition, the resistance of extraordinary people is not low, so it is considered a ration in the army.
"Come, let's offer a toast to Master Huanggu first." Soon after the ceremony started, someone toasted the tall figure sitting on the ground.
In response, Huang Ku just shook his head and said, "I don't drink."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed into the fire, and soon a soldier brought the roasted animal meat.
After that, the general held the barbecue and ate it one bite at a time, and also ate a lot of rice. Then he asked someone for tea to relieve his tiredness.
Seeing that he was very talkative and introverted, everyone gradually stopped disturbing the general and turned to other things.
"The father-in-law of King Huainan, the Wang family of Dongshan mobilized many ships on the Yellow Sea and went to Hedaizhou to support King Huainan. The Beifu army was not good at water warfare, and many people were blocked by the river and the beach."
"This King Huainan is really lucky. The emperor really found a good marriage for him back then." Many people lamented.
"The Dongshan Wang family has produced many capable people in the past generations and has been running the four continents of Yunmen for hundreds of years. It has a profound foundation. It is estimated that it can be compared with some big sects. With their full support, King Huainan wants people and money, and he also has food reserves.
Sufficient and stable in the rear."
"It seems that King Dai is really not as good as King Huainan. He has not heard any news since his attack on Luojing and his defeat."
"In his early years, King Dai had good relations with many noble and aristocratic families in Luojing. Unfortunately, the new king took over Luojing first, and those families would not be able to continue to side with King Dai."
"Well defeated! Hahaha, that King Dai is bullshit. He still wants to claim the throne and make the world laugh."
It can be seen that even the people in Qi Lei Qizhou do not have a good impression of King Dai. The death of Ying Lixing, the head of Xuanyi Palace in the early years, was inseparable from King Dai, and now this newly established one has
Many officials in the Xin Kingdom came from Xuanyi Palace, so they naturally hated King Dai.
After listening to other people's chatter, Wu Xingkui sat down next to Huang Kui with a wine pot and barbecue.
"It must be difficult for me to bring my eldest brother here this time." He spoke first.
"It doesn't matter." Huang Gu shook his head and continued eating meat.
"That year, I just ran away from home and participated in Lei Xiaze's competition. I was very excited and proud. Later, I was very happy to meet Brother Huanggu, and that boy Ying Canxiao. Oh, by the way, Sister Nanlian was the same, but
I haven’t seen her and Jia Lan for many years." He talked about the past while drinking.
"Ying Canxiao was originally the grandson of the leader of Xuanyi Palace, but instead of going to Xuanyi Palace, he worshiped under the Yanxing Sect, which made all the elders of Xuanyi Palace extremely angry, haha." He laughed a few times.
"But now, this kid should be the most skilled among us."
"One of the core members of the Hanshan Yanxing Sect leads several floating giant boats to roam the North Sea, traveling to and from the Northern Elf Country. I feel like me running to find him now would be a bit high-spirited." He put down the wine bottle and shook his head.
.
"No, Ying Canxiao is not that kind of person." On the contrary, Huang Ku, who had always been silent, commented this way.
"Oh, why do you say that?" Wu Xingkui was slightly drunk, with his eyes half-open and half-closed.
"He will do it and will not break his promise easily."
"It turns out that this is the image of him in my brother's mind. It seems that I am used to joking with him while drinking." Wu Xingkui leaned on the wooden table beside him and looked at the bonfire in front of him with half-open eyes.
"After I left Lei Xiaze, I went to the extremely prosperous Luojing. I experienced the kind of luxurious scenes that were written in books when I was a child."
"It's a pity that Luojing is not a place where people like me can get ahead. There are too many wizards and experts. In just the few years I was at Jixia Academy, I got to know five or six geniuses who were no less than my own age.
"
"And damn, their family backgrounds are better, and some of them have good marriages at a young age. I am so envious and ashamed of myself."
"I can just be known as a talented military advisor in the Qilei Seven Continents. If I go to other places, I will be nothing." As he said this, he began to laugh at himself gloomily.
"What kind of genius? It's just that my hometown is remote and people don't know much about it, hahahaha..." As he spoke, he took another sip of wine, seeming to vent his frustration over the years.
At this time, a thick palm pressed on Wu Xingkui's shoulder. The heavy touch made the drunk man wake up a little. He opened his eyes and looked at the tall figure beside him.
At some point, Huang Gu had finished eating the barbecue in front of him. Behind his tall figure was the sky full of sparks. He just looked at the drunken Wu Xingkui, making the latter gradually wake up.
"Tomorrow, I will take you with me to capture Wuxin City on the other side." After saying this, he stood up and disappeared into the bustling night.
"Tomorrow..." Wu Xingkui continued to pour the remaining wine in the pot into his mouth, and then drank it in a gulp.
After that, he threw down the wine bottle, then supported the person next to him and staggered towards the resting place.
The next day, the sky was sunny.
As soon as the light shone on the top of the city, the river bank launched an attack. First, a group of powerful extraordinary beings stepped across the water and nailed the iron ropes to the river bank.
After that, the following soldiers quickly filled the iron rope with bamboo rafts and planks, and a tide of soldiers rushed toward the other side with shields. Among the shouting black warriors, the giant leader attracted everyone's attention.
Huang Gu held up a huge shield with twelve stacked rivets in front of him, and then strode directly across the river. His pace seemed unhurried, but it was extremely fast, allowing the soldiers at the top of the city to shoot only a few rounds.
I saw him coming ashore.
"Let go!" the defenders on the city wall shouted, and then the roaring rockets dragged their long flame tails through the air and shot at the dark-skinned descendant of the God of Thunder.
Continuous explosions and flames rose on the shield, and the steel shield covered on the huge wooden board was blown up. However, apart from making the shield shake slightly, they could not stop the tall giant from moving forward at all.
Soon he came under the city wall, and by this time the soldiers at the top of the city were able to shoot the mighty general over the top of their shields.
Bang bang! The sound of metal collisions and sparks sounded on his shoulders, but unfortunately he still couldn't break through the defense. The descendants of the God of Thunder seemed to be particularly tough after practicing at the highest stage. Their bodies were as if they were made of gold and iron, heavy and hard, and those iron hands were waving.
Holding his shield, he hit the city wall directly. A shaking came from under his feet, and the soldiers at the top of the city almost lost their balance.
Then there was another extremely heavy impact, knocking on the city gate. The loud noise could be heard throughout the city, making the people and soldiers in the city panic.
"Quickly, send someone to stop him! Modao team, enter!"
A dozen heavy-armored sergeants held their Mo Dao high and jumped down from the city. The heavy and sharp Mo Dao crashed straight down, smashing the shield into pieces. In a burst of smoke and dust, the Mo Dao sergeants, who were slightly smaller than the giant, surrounded them.
Huang Gu stood beside him and attacked with his sword.
"clang--"
The long trembling sound of metal impact sounded on Mo Dao's body, and then left a white mark. Seeing that he was surrounded, Huang Gu'er turned around, untied the thick iron rope wrapped around his body, and swept away
Come.
The hit Sergeant Modao was vomiting blood even though he was wearing three layers of heavy armor. He took a few steps back, and the armor on his body disintegrated layer by layer. He fell to the side and was drowned by the following black scarf soldiers who surged forward like a tide.
The sound of firearms firing was endless, but with the tall descendants of the God of Thunder in the front line, the black scarf army behind them was also particularly brave.
The huge electric current flashed across the sky. The descendants of the Thunder God who followed Huang Gu moved their palms forward. The thick electric current flowed between their hands, and then rushed out and shot towards the city head, sweeping them one by one, directly covering the city head.
The ordinary soldiers cleaned up, and the smell of various burnt lakes could be heard at the top of the city.
Without the interference of firearms, more ladders were quickly erected under the city wall. Soon there was a loud noise, the city gate collapsed, and many black scarf troops followed Huang Gu into the city.
The defenders in Wuxin City did not expect that this battle would be defeated so quickly. Their support from behind had not even reached the top of the city, and the city gates and walls had already been lost. Now, even with the elite Modao team and firearms battalion,
, but faced with the black scarf army pouring into the city like a tide, the situation was already over.
With no suitable battlefield and no place to defend, the black scarf army with a huge numerical advantage shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city, quickly surrounding and attacking the scattered soldiers in the city who had not yet gathered.
"It's over." The captain stood on the tower and looked at the chaotic scene below, his voice low.
"Raise the flag and tell the other party that we surrender. We just hope they will treat the people in the city well."
"Sir!" The general on the side was excited and confused.
Although the defense of the city failed, there is still no room for resistance now, in case reinforcements come.
"No need to hold on anymore, this Plantagenet dynasty, alas..."
"It's over, that's it." Although he still wanted to say something, the captain finally shook his head.
The flags at the top of the city were lowered slowly. At noon, the cries of killing in the city gradually stopped. At sunset in the afternoon, it finally became quiet and stabilized.
Teams of black scarf troops patrolled the streets, and Wu Xingkui and everyone slowly entered the city's official palace.
"Our army has finally captured a city, and this must be attributed to Sir Cheng Huanggu." After everyone gradually calmed down, they turned to look at the big man who slowly walked in at the entrance of the hall. There were still blood stains and dust on his body, and there was still a stab in his chest.
He was holding half of his Mo Dao, but looking at his gentle footsteps, it didn't seem to be greatly affected.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life." His expression remained unchanged, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and the aura of shock on his body had not completely dissipated.
"Although the city is won, it still needs to be managed in the future. I can't do it, Wu Xingkui can." His words were straightforward, as if he was stating the facts.
After everyone listened, they also looked towards the side of the hall, where the young man in black was stroking the red pillar.
Everyone looked at each other, then bent together and held hands.
"Master Wu, please take your place." The words were loud and consistent, echoing in the empty hall.
Although he didn't look back, the slight trembling of his fingers betrayed Wu Xingkui's excitement. He retracted his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and then turned around and opened them.
"I will not let you down." He also bent down and clasped his fists in return to the people in front of him.