You Wuming returned to the army.
"Take down the Great Wall." His voice was not loud, but it spread clearly to the three armies.
"Yes!" roared loudly.
The army went up against the current and marched towards the gate that had just been retaken.
Han Shaoling was waving his army north, and seeing You Wuming led a counterattack against the Great Wall, he rushed over immediately.
"King Youzhou, what do you mean!" Han Shaoling said, "Sangzhou is behind the scenes, stay here for a dead end! Why don't you rush out with me?!"
You Wuming glanced at him: "It's you and not me who is bullying Prince Sang's daughter. Sangzhou will open the door for me if you go to send her to death."
Han Shaoling: "..."
Sang was surprised to find that Meng Wuyou, who was sitting in front of Han Shaoling, had tears in his eyes, and his mouth was held tightly by a white cloth band, and he looked aggrieved.
Those big eyes can really speak. Sang glanced at it at random, and understood in his heart.
Being in this huge wave of the underworld, it is inevitable to be splashed with blood, or to face those terrifying flesh and blood.
Meng Wuyou was frightened from time to time and couldn't help but screamed, Han Shaoling was already bored. At this moment, the situation is critical, and the corners of his mouth are singed, and he has no more patience with her, so he simply uses physical means to shut her up.
"Would you leave?" Han Shaoling gritted his teeth, "You Wuming, take a look at the situation in front of you, are you really going to drag your Youzhou Army to die together!"
You Wuming smiled sincerely: "Who will live and die is yet to be known. Han Shaoling, if I remember, I will put a few incense sticks for you at will, so go with peace of mind."
Han Shaoling became angry.
If two armies go together, they can also take care of and support each other, and the pressure will be reduced by more than half.
But how can you make sense with a madman
He stared at You Wuming heavily, before leaving, he couldn't help but stared at Sang Yuanyuan again.
"King Youzhou," Han Shaoling felt that this should be the thickest moment in his life, "Sang Yuan may be in the Sangzhou Army at this moment. Are you sure you want to bring other women to see her?"
You Wuming was shocked by him: "Aren't you holding a wild woman yourself, and it's on my head? What do you want to do?"
He stared at Han Shaoling warily.
Sang Yuanyuan looked at this nominal husband like an idiot.
Han Shaoling gave up: "Give her to me, and when I return safely, I will go to the capital to make peace with Sang. You, I have the Sang daughter you want, and I must take her away today."
He pointed to Sang Yuan.
He fell in love with her at first sight.
He knew that he would die if he stayed here, and he couldn't just watch her die.
Han Shaoling didn't know what was going on. He only knew that if it was normal, even if the Nine Heavens Goddess descended in front of him, it wouldn't make him so gaffe.
You Wuming smiled cruelly: "Why is it so troublesome? When you die, won't the marriage agreement and the concentric agreement be cancelled on your own. If you have the ability to talk nonsense here, it is better to die quickly."
Seeing that he couldn't make sense of this lunatic, Han Shaoling stared at Sang Yuanyuan: "Follow me, okay?"
The tone was full of imploring.
Sang smiled from afar and uttered softly: "Not good."
You Wuming stopped chattering with him, pulling on the reins, turned around and returned to the army.
Han Shaoling returned in disappointment, without even noticing that the woman in his arms was already full of broken eyes.
You Jun began to ascend the city.
'Wai Xiao', it's here.
The entire Great Wall began to shake like an earthquake under the impact of the underworld frenzy.
The'buzz' sound is endless.
Facing such an offensive, even a fanatic like You Wuming didn't dare to be big. He stopped under the city gate, guarding his soldiers by his side, and his Youzhou Army first climbed the wall to fight the Underworld.
The casualties must be tragic.
But it is not meaningless, because even if you withdraw from the inner Great Wall, you must face this wave of'tail whistle'.
It's just that the inner Great Wall has sufficient supplies, strong bows and crossbows, kerosene, and catapults. But there is nothing here, only a section of the city wall occupied by the underworld, and his own flesh and blood body.
Sang Yuan's heart was trembling slightly. She tried her best to endure, but her eyes were still getting wet.
You Wuming is very quiet. He stretched his arms around her, unscrupulously in front of the army, put her head in his arms, and rubbed her chin on her forehead.
His heartbeat is still steady. Her body was stained with blood, and it was smeared on her face and the bridge of her nose. At this moment, no one will pay attention to these outside matters. The fate of everyone is tightly woven together. Everyone is a close comrade in arms.
Finally someone came to report: "Master, the city wall of Baizhang has been successfully taken down!"
"Okay." You Wuming stood up.
Sang couldn't help but think of the scene when he first heard this person's voice. At that time, she was lying like a piece of wood, and heard a clear and lazy voice floating among the blood-stained jade slips, and the ending sound seemed to have a little smile.
He said, good.
Ascending the city wall, Sang held his breath far and wide unconsciously.
The shocking scene in front of me cannot be described in words at all.
The underworld originally rolled like waves, piled higher and higher under the city wall, and climbed up with the same kind of body, but at this moment, they have turned into a tsunami.
A huge wave of flesh and blood that was almost as high as the Dark Iron Great Wall was tumbling and hitting the wall. Entrapped by this huge force, countless underworld demons flew straight to the Great Wall and fell towards the buffer zone.
The entire sky has turned into a dull blood.
In this tsunami, the You Army is like an ant ball in the river, gathered together tightly, relying on each other to seek a ray of life. At every moment, the most powerful warrior fell with the underworld.
They hit the temporarily erected black iron defense layer, and the indestructible black iron also made a crumbling chucking sound.
There is a defense that is about to be overwhelmed.
You Wuming jumped up and fell lightly to that place.
The black knife came out of its sheath, with an extinct cyan light, breaking through the bloody darkness, swaying more than ten feet, and smashing the huge wave of flesh and blood that hit on the head into debris.
He grabbed the black iron shelf with one hand, swept it lightly, and swept further away.
The pressure on the defenders dropped sharply and let out an exhilarating growl.
His nose was ringing for a short time, his head held high. Sang patted it far, and said, "Your master, it's really amazing!"
It turned its head and rubbed her palm affectionately with its wet nose.
An injured veteran who retired beside him grinned and said: "The hardest time has not yet arrived. After all, the lord is not a god. It takes so long and lasts at least half a day. When the tide is "returned", it is really dangerous."
Sang Yuanyuan nodded gently.
Underworld demon will return to Underworld. When they retreat, the tide of forward attacks on the inner Great Wall will pass through the outer Great Wall. When they are attacked inside and outside, this is the intersection of the two huge waves.
I only hope that King Sangzhou will be quicker, the'resurgence' will be slower, and there will be no human tragedies like those in the book.
Sang Yuan is already certain that You Wuming in the book did not retreat north with Han Shaoling, but instead rely on the Great Wall to defend and survive.
This battle has no process, only an ending.
The end was You Wuming was seriously injured, and this You Army was almost wiped out.
She looked around, looking at these living people. They are young, strong, and excellent, with flames burning in their eyes, and they have tried their best to fight the Underworld Demon.
She remembered what You Wuming looked like before he set off. He lazily said to them, if you can live, don't die.
If you can live, don't die.
She took a deep breath, jumped to the ground, and picked up a knife from the ground that had lost its owner.
The start was cold and heavy, and the handle was sticky, and I didn't know whether it was stained with human blood or devil blood.
She held the handle of the knife with both hands and dragged it from the ground.
If you can do anything, you can do it.
The black iron defensive frame was in a net shape, and dense underworld demons climbed up, like falling grapes.
Sang took the knife from a distance, stabs it out of the net with full strength.
'Puff—'
The feeling of the tip of the knife piercing the devil's body is hard to explain.
The blood splattered, she squinted her eyes and pushed her forcefully towards the outside.
An underworld howled miserably and fell.
Sang retracted the long knife far away, panting, and couldn't help letting out a low laugh. Tears fell while laughing.
A hand patted her shoulder heavily.
She thought it was You Wuming, but when she turned her head, she was a completely strange soldier.
He pointed at her and gave a thumbs up.
She nodded and continued to turn around to deal with the underworld demons who climbed onto the black iron defensive frame.
"Beware of their tongues!" Slanting across the blade of the knife, stopping her blow.
Sang turned his head far, and saw another strange face.
"Thank you!"
At this moment, she had forgotten that You Wuming was a lunatic and the bad reputation of Youzhou Army. She only knew that the people on the left and right were all comrades in arms who could entrust their backs, and she would do her best to stop others. Attack from behind.
If it were on a flat battlefield, a weak chicken like Sang Yuan would definitely not survive for half a minute. Fortunately, there was a black iron defensive frame. As long as it dodges the incoming long tongue, it won't suffer any harm.
Such an environment minimizes the gap between those with high and low cultivation levels, allowing people like Sang Yuanyuan to make small contributions.
You Wuming is still floating on the top of the black iron defensive frame, and from time to time it will fly out like a big butterfly, squeezing out a group of crazy demons, and then fluttering back.
Lingyao...
Sang took the time to rub his sore arm and smiled bitterly.
This gap is not so big!
There was a thunderous tremor.
Sang Yuanyuan was slightly startled and looked around.
It was not the underworld attacking, but Han Shaoling took the people and returned!
Tens of thousands of people climbed the city wall, relying on the safety zone cleared by the You Army, they quickly expanded the safety zone and stabilized their pace.
After the battle was settled, Han Shaoling walked over with Yu Beast.
At this time, no one would care about grievances. It is obviously harmless to have the Hanzhou army to defend together.
Sang Yuanyuan was quite surprised, and his blood-stained little face showed a smile unconsciously.
Han Shaoling felt a heavy blow to his heart again.
Such a weak woman, struggling to carry such a big knife, sweat ran down her cheeks, her eyes were unusually bright.
The little pear vortex at the corner of the lips seemed to be filled with honey and drowned to death.
He walked towards her in a daze like a puppet who had lost his soul.
I saw a black shadow swooping like a butterfly, and the green light flashed away, forcing Han Shaoling to go backwards seven or eight steps.
You Wuming is back.
He grabbed it casually, and took the tiny figure into his arms.
The tone was full of disgust: "Didn't it mean that the beauty is cool and sweat-free, you are stinking."
Sang raised his eyes to look at him from a distance, and saw that his temples were really clean, without a drop of sweat.
She curled her eyes and smiled: "That's why you are a beauty."
You Wuming: "..."