Yanyan Island, Wuxin City.
The fiery red forest leaves are all over the mountains and fields. Below the city built on the mountain is a slow-flowing river. Now on the other side of the river is a large army of Heijing and Heijia. Although these soldiers are dressed differently, most of them are rattan and leather armors. , but the morale was like a rainbow, and the siege equipment was built day and night on the other side of the river, making the defenders in the city anxious.
Another day at sunset, the captain guarding the city stepped down from the head of the city, followed by several generals.
"Is there a reply from Luo Jing?" He was walking on the stone steps of the city wall, and his eyes occasionally swept across the towers and garrisoned troops in the city.
"There is no reply from Luojing, but according to some of our colleagues in Luojing, Xinjun is busy cleaning up the mess after King Dai's attack, and preparing troops and horses to resist the southward movement of the Beifu army."
"Although His Majesty King Huainan has temporarily repelled the Beifu army, that's only a part of it. Another part of the army of about 120,000 people has long been heading westward and attacking Luojing."
"Zhuo Muyeguo is a general. Seeing that the waters in the southeast could not be used, he transferred the cavalry directly to Luojing."
"Although there are only 120,000 people in this group, most of them are elite cavalry who have spent most of their lives on the grasslands. Xinjun is terrified, and it is too late to protect himself, let alone to support us."
"It seems that Luojing can't count on it. What about King Huainan? Their garrison is closer to Yanying Island. If they go south, they may not be able to save them."
"There is indeed a reply from King Huainan, but it is said that some troops will be available for support next month, and we still need to persevere this month."
"Still for a month?" The captain sneered, then looked at the large army of black, jingle and black armor outside.
"In half a month, I guess I'll be eaten and wiped clean by the people across from me." He shook his head, then slowly walked down the city with his hands behind his back.
There was silence all the way for a long time. Before returning to the barracks, he suddenly stopped again and looked at a corner of the city.
"The Yuyan Red Ray Sect..." If you can invite the disciples of the Yuyan Red Ray Sect to help, it will be easy to defend this Wuxin City.
The following people looked at each other a few times before saying slowly, "The Red Sect of the Bathing Flame is a direct descendant of the Chifeng, and they are very 'disappointed' with the royal family."
A few people didn't say the next words, and the commander also knew the meaning of disappointment. I'm afraid he was still a little unhappy. If it wasn't for the death of the first emperor, the Red Ray Sect of Bathing Flame might have done something now.
Since the death of the emperor, the situation in this world has changed in a few days. Even the state shepherds and soldiers who were loyal to the dynasty have gradually become confused and cannot find the meaning of loyalty. The other two kings refused to give up. If someone can ascend to the throne quickly, and there is no controversy within the dynasty, it may be possible to reverse the situation and suppress the voices and waves of opposition.
But the battle between the new king and the two kings, and the march of the Beifu army to the south, made everyone have to consider what the future would hold, whether they were being foolishly loyal to the new king or the two kings, or simply giving up, but after giving up, they surrendered again. To whom, to hand over this state city and its people to those rebels? That's simply betting on his life. If the other party still refuses to let him go, how should it end.
"I'll stick to it for another month. If it doesn't work, it can only be said that the destiny is like this. I can only do this step." The commander sighed in the sky, and then walked into the barracks to rest.
three days later.
The calm river in the past was covered with long iron ropes, and then many bamboo rafts and planks were laid out, and a pair of alien warriors in black clothes and black armor stepped on the river like a tide. Head up.
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On the city wall, the defenders armed with firearms kept shooting, among them, continuous rockets were thrown from the city, and the wooden planks that fell on the river burst into flames and black smoke. At the foot of the city wall, a ladder made of bamboo and wood was placed on the city wall. Wearing a black scarf and wearing a black leather armor, the warrior bit his knife, quickly climbed with both hands, and then leaped to the top of the city.
Most of them were born in the Seven Continents of Mowlei, and had long been used to this mountain-climbing life.
The blade made of rotten silver and iron has a long arc. Although it is easy to rust, it is also exceptionally sharp. These warriors slashed with their knives, like water splashing, cutting the necks of the soldiers defending the city, and then kept advancing, and some jumped directly into the city. The ignition began, and bursts of black smoke rose in the city.
"Go up, go up! Fire!" Seeing that the situation at the top of the city is unfavorable, it is about to fall. In the camp below, there are constantly captains and soldiers rushing forward. They stand on one side of the city wall, squatting in the front row, standing in the back row, pulling The pull bolt of the firearm, then shoot.
The smoke of the gunfire filled the air, and under a round of shooting, many soldiers of the black turban fell directly. Although they were agile, their equipment was very crude, and they were completely unable to withstand the firearms of the soldiers of the dynasty.
"Substitute! Reload and fire!" Seeing the effect, the captain in command was extremely calm, let the front row retreat, and the soldiers in the back stepped forward with fire guns, and then crouched down to aim.
Short flames flashed again, bursts of gunfire rang out one after another, and then a row of a dozen or so soldiers in black scarves fell, and the pressure on this corner of the city wall was light.
Seeing that the attack was blocked, the Black Turban soldiers behind blew the eagle whistle, and the cool whistle echoed in the sky.
Soon, three black shadows swooped down from the sky, and then a crescent moon scythe passed by, hooking the commander's neck to the neck, and three fourth-order flying scythes swooped down on the black eagle. Jumping into the group of soldiers, the short and sharp scythe in both hands quickly slashed and rotated, immediately disrupting the rhythm of the shooting and killing these soldiers.
"Ranchen thief!" Seeing these flying sickle riders suddenly appear in the black turban army, a group of Mo Dao sergeants in heavy armor also poured out of the garrison guarding the city.
Compared with other soldiers, these Mo Dao sergeants are all tall, strong and powerful people, each about two meters tall, they are dressed in three-layer infantry armor. Holding the heavy Mo Knife, he slashed with all his might, causing a screaming sound in the air.
After these Mo Dao sergeants walked up to the city wall, the Black Turban Army who attacked before stopped like a tide hitting a boulder. Swinging down like a giant axe, it can often cut people in half directly.
In this way, with these Modao sergeants as the iron wall, the soldiers defending the city hold firearms and follow behind to assist in shooting. The combination of the two is extremely powerful. The former only needs to concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of him and does not need to worry about the rear and side attacks. And soldiers holding firearms also have a solid movable barrier and can shoot with peace of mind.
In the face of such a combination, the black turban army on the top of the city retreated steadily, and in order to save the situation, some scythemen riding black eagles had to risk firearms to shoot at the array of soldiers behind, trying to save the situation. This chaotic rhythm.
But after gaining experience this time, the soldiers defending the city also became calm. First, they spread out one after another to avoid being entangled and strangled by the flying sickle and chains. Then some soldiers took out vermilion red like firecrackers. firearm.
These big red firearms with thick wrists are printed with black lacquer marks of the forging workshop, all of which are the creations of Chixiaofang under the winter lawsuit. When the black and red sealing paper is torn open, a silver-grey lead is exposed.
The soldier on the side ignited the lead with a torch, and then the soldier in the front carried the firearm and aimed at the eagle and sickle rider who was attacking from the sky.
Gorgeous sparks erupted from the back of the vermilion long barrel, and then a rocket shot out, leaving a dazzling flame trail in the air, and the air was also full of rich smoke.
This dazzling rocket hit the black eagle in the sky and then swooped down for a while, then flew the man and the eagle upside down for a few meters, and then exploded suddenly, igniting a gorgeous flame ball in the sky, and then there were traces of fire and blood. Sprinkled, the charred corpse fell into the river outside the city like mud.
With the strong national strength of the Plantagenet Dynasty, even the local Zhou County defenders had sufficient firearms reserves. In the face of the rebels who mowed down the seven continents, Yan Yanzhou insisted on holding on for several months with the defenders of one continent. .
After the initial chaos, the defenders in the city finally started to counterattack. First, the dazzling 'Evening Arrows' pierced the sky one after another, knocking down the black eagle sickle hands hovering in the sky, and then adjusting the hillside in the city. The few cannons in the city smashed the bamboo rafts and wooden boards on the river outside the city. Finally, a group of soldiers took firearms to clean the city wall step by step, and then set fire to the long ladder and wooden frame at the top of the city.
Although the offensive that had been prepared for several weeks was close to success at one point, it ended in failure at a critical moment. Even though the number of these Black Turbans was more than four times that of the defenders, they still could not take down the ordinary cities in the dynasty. Not to mention a natural fortress like Tianfengguan.
Although the Xuanfeng Army was powerful, it lacked accumulation, strict discipline and military strategy, and was unable to achieve a decisive victory in battle.
The black turban army gradually retreated. There were black smoke and corpses all over the river and under the city walls. All kinds of broken flagpoles and swords were randomly inserted on the ground. Chips and corpses run down the river.
After the battle was over, the commander of the city guarded the city wall with all the generals to look at it again. Only on his gold and copper black hammer armor were dried dark red bloodstains, and a hole in the abdomen armor was also broken. Fortunately, there is no penetration after all.
"Did they retreat?" He looked at the camp on the other side.
"Yes, sir, the soldiers stationed upstream and downstream reported that they did not see the enemy troops who took advantage of this to cross the river to make a surprise attack."
"It seems that the strategies of these Black Turbans are still very young, but this is fortunate. If they took the opportunity to take the opportunity to surprise and capture the upstream or downstream, we would have to be passive a lot. Now there are no more soldiers to be separated. rescue."
"Yes, my lord, although these rebels from the Seven Continents of Thunder are supported by the Xuanyi Palace, the inheritance of the Xuanyi Palace is mostly government affairs and criminal law, and they are not good at leading wars."
"Xuanyi Palace, alas..." The commander sighed, as if recalling something.
"The Chief Qiu should be strictly enforced back then, and he is also someone I admire, but it's a pity."
After that, he led people to patrol and appease him again, and then walked down the city.
"Let someone send a letter to the state shepherd, saying that we have defended the attack and killed thousands of enemies, but we are also consuming a lot. I hope to recruit troops from the state capital to supply."
"Yes, my lord."
In the following week, these black scarves holding high Xuanfeng black jingle again launched several tentative attacks, but they did not get any benefit, and as time went by, the support time promised by King Huainan became more and more. close.
In the main tent of the Black Turban Barracks on the other side of the river, a group of people were discussing around the long table.
"We can't wait any longer, we must take Wuxin City within this week." A military advisor waving a folding fan said. Like the son of an aristocratic family in a dynasty.
"The informant in the city reported that King Huainan has promised to send troops. If we can't win it, it will be even more difficult to win in the future."
"The army under King Huainan is not these weak Zhou County guards. There are many elite frontier troops, and there are disciples who follow the army. We will only be more unfavorable to the superior."
"Lord Wu Xingkui said it is very true, but we can't do it here. There are many good swordsmen among the hundreds of tribes in the mountains, but firearms are scarce and there are no generals, so it is difficult to defeat these defenders." The old man cupped his hands to answer.
After listening, Wu Xingkui shook his head, and then walked back and forth in this big tent, knocking his palm with a folding fan from time to time, thinking hard.
After a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the crowd.
"I think of one person who may help our army win."
"Who is it?" Everyone looked at him.
"He is an eldest brother I knew in the early years, named Huang Ku, who worshipped in Yonglei Mansion and cultivated.
"But Yonglei House..." When everyone heard this, they had to hesitate.
Yonglei Mansion is one of the official schools of Lei Xiaze in the Seven Continents of Mow Lei. Most of the disciples it trains will enter the government office as a sergeant's guard. The Seven Continents of Mow Lei are now revived as a country of prosperity. The official faction of the dynastic government in the past like the government was naturally excluded.
"How can you be so pedantic at an extraordinary time! My eldest brother is the descendant of the Thunder God, and the orthodox seedlings of the seven continents will be able to revive the reputation of Xin!" Seeing that everyone was still hesitating, Wu Xingkui slapped the folding fan on the table and shook his head. Wake up everyone.
"Then according to what Lord Wu said, I will send someone to quickly invite that strongman."
"No, this time I'm going in person." He shook his head.
"Prepare me a black-maned Xuanshui horse that can walk on water, and I will rush back to Lei Xia Ze to find him."
After everyone prepared for it, a tall black horse ran out of the camp soon. Its shoulders had flying mane, and the lower legs were covered with a few scales, like a hybrid of a dragon and a horse.
This man-carrying handsome monster jumped at a gallop, stepped on the turbulent river, splashed the waves, and then galloped quickly, and soon disappeared into the night.
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ps: Wu Xingkui, Huang Gu, Ying Canxiao, Tang Nanlian, once participated in the competition with Luo Lan in Lei Xia Ze, and then each joined different factions. (Again, a lot of people may have forgotten about it.)