Volume 13 Chapter 33

"Dong!"

Originally, the sound of the fierce drums changed abruptly, became low and long. "

" Yaojin, you're ready to go. "

The cold general turned his head, looked at the gray old sergeant who was still adjusting the crossbow, and said in a deep voice.

"One more round. You go first."

The gray haired old sergeant, looking at the young sergeant Yunqin who helped him block several arrows and died on the ground beside him, still carries a crossbow and fills it into the city guard crossbow.

General heijiayun Qin took a look at the gap of the nearest wall, and immediately shook his head, "no, it's too late!"

"I'm old. I can't use a knife. It's useless to leave the city crossbow. You can go quickly and kill more reckless people. " The gray haired old Sergeant muttered, but still did not stop.

At this time, the cold General of black Jiayun Qin understood that the gray haired old Sergeant didn't think it was too late, but didn't want to leave at all.

For the soldiers, it's against the military order. However, at this time, no matter the general or the six or seven soldiers who are still alive beside him, there is no anger.

They could see the determination of the gray haired old sergeant.

"Go!"

The gray haired old Sergeant let out a sudden roar.

The cold black armour cloud Qin general's mouth corners slightly twitch, "go!" He made a final salute to the gray haired old sergeant, gave a sharp drink, and began to fight with all his strength, running towards a part of the wall.

"Old Cheng!" Behind him, several other soldiers of Yunqin all cried with sadness. They burst into tears, did not look back, and then started to run and leave.

The gray haired old Sergeant didn't make a sound. He looked at the body of the young sergeant Yunqin who helped him block several arrows on the ground and the bodies of other sergeants Yunqin on the side. Then he picked up the heavy hammer, which was steady one by one, and knocked on the pins of several already twisted moon crossbows beside the city guard crossbow.

Several crossbows broke the rain and fog, shooting more than ten soldiers who had just rushed into the city wall, but more soldiers climbed to the city wall from that gap.

The gray haired old Sergeant hid behind the crossbow.

More and more reckless soldiers rushed to the garrison like the tide.

Listening to the close footsteps, the gray haired old Sergeant smiled, then flashed out, waved his heavy hammer, and hit the trigger pin on the crossbow.

"Hiss!" "Hiss!"

Several arrows fell on him in a flash.

Several blood fog burst from him, his body swayed and fell back, but the hammer in his hand had already hit the buckle pin.

"When!" At the moment when the sound of the pin loosening sounded, the gray haired old Sergeant shouted, "dead!"

A garrison crossbow with a thin arm flew out in his last roar.

Old Cheng, a senior officer of Yunqin, spent his whole life playing the city guarding crossbow. His last crossbow was not aimed at the soldiers in front of him, but at a nearby crossbow.

The exit of the city guard crossbow is facing the crossbow car beside it.

"When!"

Before the catapult completely broke away from the garrison crossbow, it hit the nearby catapult. For a while, countless sounds of metal breaking sounded. The crossbow is broken into several sections The city guarding crossbow was shocked violently, and there were numerous broken mechanisms inside. On the thick wall of the moon crossing crossbow, the broken crossbow smashed into a hole. With great strength, it hit a nearby crossbow severely.

The impact and damage of these catapults, many of the great mang soldiers who rushed to the front turned pale backward, and the metal fragments that were excited flew through their bodies and fell down In this scene, Yaojin mumbles and closes his eyes.

……

At the same time, many catapults on the wall were overturned and damaged.

"Don't go! Come back! "

A big mang school official made a sharp hiss.

Dozens of soldiers who have occupied a well-equipped City guarding crossbow and several mountain crossing crossbows turn around in surprise and look at the official who issued the order. They don't understand what happened.

At the next moment, they suddenly felt a huge shadow over their heads.

"Boom!"

A collapsed Yunqin giant stone throwing cart smashed down, smashing and burying these catapults together with the great mang soldiers.

All the huge stone throwing carts of Yunqin are collapsing, or falling into the city, or directly crashing into the city head, which is covered with huge smoke and dust, making the city full of epic and destructive atmosphere.

……

The drumbeat of the battle between the Qin and the Yun continued.

Finally, the drums on the city wall came from four turrets on the city wall.

Groups of soldiers with extremely ugly faces rushed to the four turrets in the blood and dust.

The air around the turret vibrated in the drums.

The stairway door leading to the turret is completely open, listening to the still ringing drums. At the stairway door of one turret, a University official of Dashan imagines that the Yunqin drummer on the turret is wild and invincible. He doesn't put them in his eyes and thinks about the death and injury of his brothers along the way. His face is so gloomy that it almost drips out of the water.

However, in the fierce shouting and swearing of the official, several of the officers had just stepped into the stairs of the turret. The Yunqin drummer in the four turrets sounded the strongest voice at the same time.

The voice, like countless people in the laughter, like countless people in the roar, in the roar.

In the sound of the drum, four turrets vibrated and collapsed at the same time.

On the turret, four Yunqin drummers proudly greet death.

On the wall under the turret, many of the great mang soldiers were buried under the collapsed turret.

When the four turrets collapsed, there were a lot of sounds in the haze of the dongjingling mausoleum.

Many of the great reckless soldiers listened, and then their faces became more ugly. This voice is a song, a solemn song that many Yunqin people sing together.

This is the glory of the Yunqin people.

A big mang general looks at the debris of the huge stone throwing cart of Yunqin which is collapsing on the front wall. In the drizzle and singing, he suddenly wants to cry.

……

The God wood flying crane is still flying in the air.

On top of the sacred wood flying crane, Bian Linghan's hands have been pressed on the box containing "big black".

She has tried her best to give the order of retreat as soon as possible according to the speed of the army's climbing the wall. However, there are all kinds of accidental factors in the battle, and no one can completely grasp the overall situation. On the walls of each section of the city, some of the soldiers of Yunqin were originally responsible for the task of protecting the retreat of other soldiers of Yunqin, and some of them were also blocked by the army of Dashan, so they could not escape from the city wall to the streets of Dongjing city.

At the moment, on the wall below her, one hundred and fifty-six soldiers of Yunqin were stopped by two armies of Mang.

If she uses all her soul power to inspire Da Hei to shoot an arrow, she may be able to shoot down a section of the city wall directly. These soldiers may have a chance to escape from the gap of a section of the city wall.

However, she must obey Lin Xi's orders.

If she has consumed her soul power, it will take days of continuous meditation to make up for it.

The war is just beginning.

She can only do her best once in this war.

This time, it can only be left to the chief general or the holy division of this great reckless army, and only to the moment when more Yunqin soldiers can be saved.

So her hands trembled slightly, touching the big black box, but she didn't open it after all.

She watched the hundred and dozens of soldiers singing, resolutely launched the last charge, and then heroic.

Rain has been falling on her face.

On her cold and white face, there was always water flowing down, which could not be divided into rain or tears.

……

in the wooden building of inaction.

Even in the most peaceful place of dongjingling at the moment, Lin Xi could hear the song from the breeze and drizzle, the sound of the huge stone throwing cart and the four corner buildings collapsing like a mountain.

Lin Xi put down the scroll in his hand.

In this scroll, he has carefully read and recorded all the city's defenses, troop arrangements, traps, and the introduction of all the army components and practitioners in the city.

At this time, his memory seems to be much better than usual.

However, he still put the scroll into his arms.

Because he is very clear that these arrangements of Tang Chuqing are perfect enough, and the city has these people, which is strong enough. This war, without him, can be fought. But since he came to this city, he must let the Yunqin people in this city die less. He must Win the battle unless he dies here.

Before, even after he became a student of qingluan college, he still didn't understand why some people could finally run, but they had to live together with a city and a fortress. He felt that he was very flexible and not pedantic In the end, I can't beat it. After running, the green mountains are always there, and the green waters are always flowing. I will fight again after running.

At this point, however, he knew that his previous thinking was wrong.

In such a singing, in every breath is breathing the air is full of tragic atmosphere In so many people are burning with the enemy, in so many people are forgetting to defend their motherland So many people don't leave because they are afraid of death When so many people have died in this city because they want to keep the city and protect more people from being killed by the enemy, the only thing that fills a person's body is to fight with each other to the end.

Lin Xi's eyes fell on the splendid robe of the high priest.

In the past, he always felt that the priest was like a staff. He only felt that there was one more priest's identity, but only one more strength.

At the moment, however, he understood more. In the summer of biluoling, he and the young people of binlinghan college seem to grow up suddenly, but in the early autumn rain of dongjingling, they suddenly become more mature.

He walked into the thin rain and began to walk in the streets of dongjingling.

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