In front of the Chu Family Fort, the sound of killing shook the sky.
The mountain mammoth roared loudly, yellow light shone on the huge tusks, and huge runes were looming on the tusks. With every roar of the mountain mammoths, huge rocks of different sizes would appear out of thin air in front of their bodies, and they would hit the Chu Family Fort like cannonballs.
Storm-like boulders poured down, countless water-like ripples rippled over the Chu Family Fort, and the gray electric light beat and vibrated rapidly in the air like a fishing net, exploding the condensed boulders of the mountain mammoths into dense yellow mist.
The elders of the Manghuang tribe standing on the back of the mountain mammoth had a solemn expression, their lips moved slightly, and they kept reciting incantations.
From time to time, there would be a thunderous explosion, or a ball of strong wind flying out, or a bolt of lightning as thick as a water tank, or groups of fireballs about ten feet in diameter falling from the sky like flying fireballs.
The secret arts attacks from the Manghuang clan elders continued, and a group of mystics also appeared on the walls of the Chu Family Fort. They continued to use secret arts to block the attacks from the Manghuang clan elders.
The number of mystics dispatched by Chujia Fort was less than half that of the elders of the Manghuang clan, but with the help of the power of the city defense barrier, the mystics of Chujia Fort were not weak in the situation.
Under the cover of the mountain mammoths and the elders of the Manghuang tribe, large groups of wealthy private soldiers roared feebly, lowered their heads, held up their shields, and cautiously launched wave after wave of attacks on the Chu Family Fort.
Each time, these wealthy private soldiers rushed to a place dozens of feet away from the city wall. After being hit by a wave of arrows, they immediately turned around and left. Their escape speed was even faster than the flight speed of arrows. A wave of arrow rain fell from the city wall, leaving only thirty or fifty wounded soldiers behind each time, unable to cause greater harm to them.
What is very different from the performance of the wealthy private soldiers are the mining slaves who are constantly coming from various mines.
The ragged and bruised mine slaves roared angrily, like a group of crazy beasts, launching a life-threatening attack on the Chu Family Fort on both wings of the wealthy private army. When the private soldiers were attacking, they were attacking; when the private soldiers were retreating, they were attacking; when the private soldiers were reprimanded by the supervising team and rushed forward again, the mine slaves were still attacking.
With no regard for their own lives, the corpses of the mining slaves gradually blocked and filled the moat outside the Chu Family Fort. Gradually, they were able to step on the corpses of their companions and rush directly to the wall of the Chu Family Fort.
In the camp outside the city, Ying Xiuer, surrounded by more than a dozen clan elders and hundreds of guards, climbed onto a lookout built on a hill. She held a weapon made of red copper, with polished inlays on both ends. The exquisite crystal telescope looked at the battle situation outside the Chu Family Fort with a relaxed expression.
"Young Master, the casualties are too great." An old man from the Manghuang tribe whispered beside Ying Xiuer: "In just two hours, more than 10,000 troops were lost. The casualties are too great."
Ying Xiuer didn't say anything for a long time. The clan elders and guards around her looked at each other and carefully held their breath.
After a long time, Ying Xiuer put down the telescope and said easily: "Are the casualties too high? Have one of our clansmen been lost?"
The clan elder who spoke just now was stunned and shook his head vigorously: "Not one of my clan's sons has been lost!"
Ying Xiuer said softly: "Then, continue the attack! I am very curious, surrounding the entire Chu Family Fort, such as a large defensive barrier, how many spiritual crystals are burning every time and every moment? How many more spiritual crystals will their Chu Family Fort have? With their wealth, how many days can they keep this barrier burning at full strength?"
Smiling softly, Ying Xiuer pursed her red lips and smiled softly: "We control almost all the prominent figures in Yizhou, Minzhou, and Mangzhou, and all the adults with real power in the big families are in our hands. We can consume the manpower and material resources of the three states arbitrarily. If we concentrate the power of the three states and still cannot capture Chujia Fort... At least, the Canglong Escape Plan can be activated, right?"
The picture of the Canglong emerging from its shell was floating quietly behind Ying Xiuer. Amidst the swirling wind and clouds in the sky, the terrifying aura emanating from the curled-up Canglong made all the elders of the clan tremble in fear.
They glanced in awe at this wild sacred object that contained infinite mystery and terrifying power, and lowered their heads one after another.
The Canglong Escape Plan, the highest sacred object of the Manghuang remnants, was the heaven-killing secret treasure forged by the ancient Qin Dynasty at the expense of the entire dynasty. Only the purest bloodline of the Ying family has mastered the real secret of the Canglong Escape Plan.
Ying Xiuer raised her head slightly, looked at the blue sky and laughed softly: "Eighteen years ago, my father and mother, how naive must they be to leave Shiwanmang with the sacred objects of our clan? Huang, come to Yazhou to meet with people from the Chu family?"
"How can they be so naive? They really think that by offering a picture of the dragon emerging from its shell and offering all the people of the Hundred Thousand Manghuang, the Great Jin Dynasty will accept the existence of our surviving clan, be in harmony with us, and integrate everyone's strength into one? "
"The Great Jin is rebellious to our Great Qin. They are outright traitors. Without their betrayal, how could the Great Qin have declined so rapidly? How could my father and mother be so naive as to believe in their rebellious descendants?" Ying Xiuer said lightly. He sighed softly and said: "Look, look, what's the result? Dad, his mother, them, and the most elite members of my Ying clan..."
The elders of the Manghuang tribe on the side lowered their heads, and even the eyes of the elders of the Manghuang tribe turned red.
Eighteen years ago, the then young patriarch of the Ying clan, Ying Xiuer's father, made a wrong decision that almost overturned the entire Ying clan. The bad consequences of eighteen years ago are still lingering to this day, which has greatly affected the power and status of the Ying family in the Manghuang remnant clan.
Fortunately, when the young clan leader left Manghuang to die eighteen years ago, he left the newly born Ying Xiuer in the clan.
The talented Ying Xiuer lived up to expectations, showing superhuman intelligence and planning at a young age, and stabilizing the situation of the Ying family. This is the master of the Ying family's revival. Perhaps, the hope of the Ying family lies in Ying Xiu'er.
More than a dozen clan elders looked at Ying Xiuer with complicated expressions.
It's a pity that if Ying Xiuer was a boy, it would be even more perfect.
Ying Xiuer's two long eyebrows frowned slightly, and she looked at these clan elders with regret in their eyes with a little annoyance. She snorted softly, flicked her sleeves and walked towards the stairs of the observation deck.
"Let's attack like this every day until the Canglong Escape Plan absorbs enough power of blood sacrifice..."
Ying Xiuer left half of her words speechless. Her lips moved slightly and she said to herself in an extremely fine voice: "The function of the Canglong Escape Chart is to make people become Taoist. 'Taoist', what does it mean? Canglong The Shelling Diagram was not completely cast by Da Qin. Its origin is unpredictable, and its embryo comes from the 'Ancient Xia', which is older than Da Qin... The word 'Tao Seed' was also left from that time."
The mountain wind blew, blowing Ying Xiuer's soliloquy into pieces, and no one could hear her clearly except herself.
"Sister Lu Gu, I came to you to learn the piano. Hey, do I really have no talent for playing the piano? How about we try for a few more days? Anyway, the city of Yazhou is in chaos now, and it is not safe for you to go back to Qingliu Xiaozhu! "
Walking down the observation deck, Ying Xiuer laughed loudly and walked towards a separate tent.