Chapter 909

Da Ziyou said, "at the beginning, King lunming built 3000 golden monk soldiers, and his majesty built such an unparalleled Army... Sure enough, people standing at the same height have the same eyes."

Hearing this, there seemed to be something unusual in Yang Jian's eyes that flashed away. He seemed to take a bland look, then turned his head to the other side of the battlefield.

Yang Jian's reaction gave Da Ziyou a slight shock. He subconsciously thought about whether he was wrong, but he didn't notice what was wrong. Seeing Yang Jian's attention returning to the battlefield, Da Ziyou didn't care. He just didn't think that sometimes just a casual word could destroy a lot of hard-earned things.

"Shengtu's firearm seems to have been misfired."

Yang Jian raised his thousand mile eyes to look forward, stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "order, all the people and horses to attack, and continue to press forward before Jin Shiduo's defeated soldiers can gather up."

After the order was given, the war drum sounded immediately.

Hundreds of huge cowhide war drums beat at the same time, just like Thor coming to the world. The magnificent drum sound was the order. After hearing the drum sound, the waiting Sui army knew that the last moment had come. The generals under the command of each battalion took out their knives and pointed them out. Nearly 200000 troops immediately began to move forward as a whole.

If you can look down from the sky, such a scene can definitely shock everyone. The common people have a saying to describe the marching team: over a thousand people, the earth is connected to the sky. More than 10000 people, boundless. Two hundred thousand people and horses spread the earth full.

When the whole army moves forward, it is as if the whole land mass is moving forward.

"The Sui army has made a general attack!"

Liu you's hand was still shaking on the wall of Liuzhou. He was frightened by the endless fighting power of the iron armour army. At this time, he saw the massive attack of the Sui army, which was magnified infinitely. In fact, it was more than him. When he saw the abnormal combat power of the armored army, everyone who saw it felt cold in his heart.

"Let's..."

Before the battle, the hand of a victorious soldier holding a horizontal knife was shaking: "aren't you fighting with a group of people?"

He asked.

But no one gave him the answer.

The people around him, like him, were all at a loss.

"Protect the gun!"

A victorious general shouted loudly, which woke up many soldiers.

"The cannon is just that the muzzle is too hot! As long as you find water to cool down, the cannon can be used immediately. As you can see, even those armored troops can't resist the power of the cannon! We should ensure that the armored troops won't rush past before the cannon can be used again! I want you to know that as long as we protect the firearm camp behind you, we have a chance to win this war!"

The victorious general encouraged his morale. Now the left avant-garde under Luo Yao is in front of the armored army. Their combat effectiveness is far from that of the mob of Jin Shiduo. The reason why shengtu arranged his array like this was precisely because he was worried about what problems might arise in the firearm camp.

"Those iron bumps are really hard to kill, but we don't have any way!"

The general pointed to the three or four meter long wooden stick prepared by the soldiers in advance: "in a moment, the armored army will come up and hold them with the wooden stick! Those iron bumps are strong, but they move slowly. This is our chance!"

"Is the riprap truck behind you ready? If you are ready, let them throw one over to try the distance!"

He shouted eagerly.

The herald hurriedly urged the horse to ask. Ten minutes later, he rushed back: "report! General, the riprap truck is ready!"

Just after the words, a wooden bucket flew from behind the military array and broke about 60 or 70 meters in front of the victorious soldiers array. The liquid in the barrel flowed all over the floor. It didn't look like water.

Seeing that the distance was almost the same, the victorious general turned back and said, "the reserve team behind us, after resisting the armored army in a moment, will make me eat milk and throw your prepared cans over. It's up to us whether we can buy time for the firearm camp!"

After his words, the armored soldiers opposite had reached almost 100 meters away.

"Let the riprap truck launch!"

The general immediately shouted, and someone behind waved the agreed flag. When he saw the flag waving, the riprap truck at the back of the team immediately began to get angry. About 200 riprap trucks cut off the rope almost at the same time. The big arm threw forward fiercely, and wooden barrels flew from behind!

"Archer!"

The victorious general almost lost his voice: "point the rocket!"

Boom!

Bang bang!

One by one, the wooden barrels were smashed in the armored army. With great strength, many armored soldiers were directly knocked to the ground. Although the stones were not thrown, their own gravity and inertia could directly shoot the soldiers wearing heavy armor to death.

The barrel broke and the liquid in it flowed all over the floor.

"Shoot an arrow!"

With the order, the trained original left avant-garde Archer immediately loosened the bowstring, and thousands of lit feather arrows fell down from behind, like a meteor shower falling on the earth. The scene was too beautiful. If it wasn't a war, the fire rain would even fascinate many people.

But behind this beauty lies the greatest ruthlessness.

"It's fire oil!"

When Mosa saw the liquid flowing out of the barrel, he couldn't help crying out. He subconsciously raised his head and looked forward. Then he saw the fire rain flying from the enemy line.

Boom!

The flame rose into the air at once!

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"Blow the horn and let the soldiers continue to rush forward. If they stay in place for a while, they will be burned to ashes!"

By this time, Mosha knew that there was no possibility of retreating. Once the sea of fire retreats, no one can guarantee that the enemy's firearms will regain their power. Now we have to keep rushing forward and crush the enemy's battle array. Mosha is confident. As long as they fight hand to hand, no one is the opponent of the armored army.

"It's burning!"

The commander of the victorious general saw one of the armored troops swallowed up by the fire, and his face immediately showed a happy look: "the way your majesty thought out is really useful! Those armored troops are not afraid of knife splitting and gun stabbing, but they are afraid of fire! Those iron bumps can't run fast! Come on, archers continue to release arrows! Let the riprap truck behind faster!"

Shouts followed.

At this time, a figure rushed out of the sea of fire first.

The armored soldier was still carrying flames, but he didn't seem to care at all. He strode here with a huge weapon in one hand and a heavy shield in the other.

"Hold on!"

The victorious general shouted, "stop them outside and let the fire burn them for a while! Reserve, wait until my command and there are more enemies coming!"

Soon after the first armored soldiers came out of the sea of fire, one by one armored soldiers came out of the flames. It can be seen that the places not wrapped by the armor are burned black, and their hands holding the weapons are more desolate. It is inevitable to swing their arms when they stride forward. As soon as the palms touch the armor, the skin on their hands will be rubbed off one by one.

The outer layer of the hand has been roasted, and a piece of skin will fall off as soon as you touch it.

"Come on! Hold on!"

With the cry of the victorious general, several victorious soldiers poked the wooden stick several meters long in their hands forward and put it on the first armored soldier who rushed over. Three or four wooden sticks stood against an armored soldier, but he was pushed back by the armored soldier. Several victorious soldiers are not as strong as an armored soldier.

More and more armored soldiers came out of the sea of fire and were stopped when they rushed a few meters away from the winning army array. To tell the truth, no one thought that the victorious army would use such a method. But when I think about it, it's not absurd at all. The long wooden stick against the armored soldiers can at least delay and try not to have a close hand fight with the armored soldiers. They all know that once the armored army gets close, the battle can actually be declared over.

The soldiers of the victorious army kept poking with long wooden sticks, and actually pushed the armored soldiers three or four meters away. One wooden stick couldn't hold it, three, four and five. They poked and poked, and finally pressed down the forward speed of the armored army.

"It's time!"

The victorious general cheered, and the soldiers of the reserve immediately rushed from behind with a jar in their arms, and then threw the jar in their hands to the armored army with their greatest strength! A porcelain jar hit the armored soldiers and opened with a slap. The fire oil in it slowly flowed down the armor.

"Shoot an arrow!"

Hearing the order, the archers of the victorious army began to focus on attacking the front row of armored soldiers. The rocket hit the armored soldiers. Although it still couldn't break the thick armor, the original purpose of the rocket was not to kill directly, but to continue to ignite!

Just a few meters away from the victorious front, fire rose in the air!

Although a few meters away, the victorious soldiers were driven back by the heat wave almost instantly when the fire burned. Under the supervision of the battalion generals, they clenched their teeth and did not retreat. A moment later, their eyebrows, beards and eyelashes were curled by the heat wave.

"Continue!"

The victorious general shouted, "continue to throw oil at them!"

The bottles and cans collected from people's homes in the whole Liuzhou city and even within dozens of miles have played a role. After the containers filled with fire oil are broken, they complete their mission. Next, the archers continue to shoot arrows one by one, regardless of their painful fingers.

The heat wave is pressing.

The fire is raging!

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Sui Junzhong

On the high platform

Da Zi looked at the sea of fire in the distance and couldn't help but change his face slightly: "this shengtu is really a figure... He thought of such a way to resist the armored army."

"He has been preparing for today..."

Yang Jian's eyes were cold and his tone was also cold. "If he was just a person waiting to die, why should I pay so much attention to him? There were so many people following Luo Yao at the beginning, but he has made achievements now. This is by no means an achievement that can only be flattered."

"However, shengtu still overestimates fire... Maybe it's ok if it's the karma fire of Dalun Mingwang?"

With his words, Da Zi raised his eyes and looked to the other side of the battlefield.

In the sea of fire, those armored soldiers should have been burned, but they are still pushing forward. At such a close distance, the soldiers of the victorious army could even see that the eyes behind the armor of the armored soldiers were burned. But these people didn't feel pain at all. They kept waving weapons to cut off the dense sticks, getting closer and closer to the winning army array.

"Can't burn to death?!"

A victorious soldier shouted in horror, with despair in his tone.

"Strange horn?"

On the wall

Shengtu's face suddenly changed: "I understand..."

He looked further away at the group behind the armored army. Around the tall armored general, many people were holding conch like things and blowing at the same time. If they didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't notice at all. Now all battalions are using horns to pass military orders. Who cares about the horn sound of the armored army?

"The flaw is there."

Shengtu said to himself and jumped down directly from the tower.

Sui Junzhong

Yang Jian saw someone jumping off the wall from Qianli's eyes. He threw Qianli's eyes away, grabbed the huge long stick from the nearby guards, and jumped down from the high platform. The guard who held his name gave a low cry of pain, and the skin in the palms of his hands was abraded.

"Coming..."

Da Ziyou looked at Yang Jian's back, and then looked at shengtu swept down in the distance: "good play, this is the beginning..."