"County lieutenant, be careful."

A rebel rushed to the top of the city and sneaked behind Yang Chenglie.

The moment he raised the knife, a man covered in blood and covered in wounds suddenly got up from the ground, rushed forward and hugged the rebels' body, and then soared into the air. The two of them fell straight from the top of the city.

"Shazri...bastard!"

Yang Chenglie recognized that Min Zhuang, who sacrificed his life to save him, was Shazili, the captain of Changping Min Zhuang.

This is an honest farmer who is taciturn and doesn't like to argue with others. To be honest, if Min Zhuang had not suffered heavy casualties and injuries two years ago, and Shazri had a deep enough qualification, the Min Zhuang captain would not be his turn.

But such a widower has always been loyal to him.

After falling from the city that was more than ten meters high, Shazri did not have the skills of Yang Shouwen, and the result can be imagined.

Yang Chenglie's eyes were red, and he rushed over like a wounded beast.

He stood in front of a ladder, completely ignoring his own safety. The sword in his hand drew a series of arcs and rays of screams kept ringing in his ears, and Yang Chenglie couldn't remember how many people he killed, and his body was covered in bruises.

He fought to the death, but the fewer and fewer people on the city were invincible.

Although Min Zhuang came to support him, the number of rebels was increasing...

Boom!

With a loud bang, the gate of the urncheng was knocked open, and countless rebels boarded the urncheng road.

"Does the walls of the urn city for me."

Lu Ang was stunned and roared sharply.

In the city, catapults were launched one after another, smashing hard on the gate of the city.

The gate tower of the city wall was not strong at all. After being bombarded by dozens of rocks, it completely collapsed with just a sound of bombardment.

The dust is flying, and the situation is impossible to see clearly.

Louan faintly said that a few people ran over in a mess and jumped up the city tower.

"Where is Zhu Cheng?"

Luang recognized that the person was Abusjda and Zhang Jin, so he hurriedly came forward and asked.

He still remembered that the person guarding the city seemed to be named Zhu Cheng. But now, he could not find the chubby round face.

"Who asked you to attack the urn?

Zhang Jin was crazy and rushed forward and grabbed Luang's arm, "My brother is also in the gatehouse."

"If I don't destroy the urn, the rebels can take advantage of the urn to attack. Do you think we can stop it?"

Lu'an's eyes also turned red, and in the fire, the crystal clearness of his eyes could be vaguely seen.

Zhang Chao died in battle, Zhu Cheng died in battle...

This result was not what he wanted, but he had no other choice.

Abusjda was also stained with blood in his robe. His whole body looked like a bloody man. However, he could not see any depressedness, and the sharpness on his body became more and more intense. After climbing the door stairs, he ignored Zhang Jin and Luang at all, but twisted his gun and rushed into the road. The big gun turned into ten thousand pear blossoms and flew. Wherever Jeddah passed, blood flowed into a river in an instant.

"We will settle this account later."

Zhang Jin also knew that Lu'an's choice was the best solution at that time. If he had been standing in Lu'an's position, the same would have been true.

But he died of his brother!

Zhang Jin shouted and rushed into the crowd with his sword.

Lu Ang curled his lips and shouted at Zhang Jin: "Get me to settle the score, and let's talk about it after this time."

He drew out his sword, picked up an iron spear in one hand, and rushed towards the rebels who rushed to the city.

At this moment, Gai Laojun's voice came from the road below the city. "Yang Wenxuan, Lu Zishan, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

A group of young and strong men in different clothes rushed to the top of the city, with hundreds of people.

These people held various weapons and stopped the rebels in the road. In terms of skills, these people were not very powerful. However, the methods of these people were strange. A rebel rushed up and met a thin man.

Just looking at that look, you know that the other party is vulnerable. The rebel rushed over with a grin, but he didn't expect the thin man to suddenly pull out a hand from behind and raise his hand to throw something out. In an instant, the rebel's eyes were covered in white, and then his eyes were like fire, which made him scream in pain, and threw down his weapons and rub it. However, the quicklime entered his eyes, which was most afraid of his reaction. Taking advantage of the moment when he lost his ability to resist, the thin man rushed up, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and inserted it into his stomach fiercely, and then flipped the blade and slashed left and right.

The bloody internal organs flowed out along the wound, and the thin man laughed: "Mr. Jun, I, Tian Bula, made a verbal move."

There are many people like Tian Bula. These ruffians who usually spend their days on the streets have used their unique skills.

A strong man holding an axe rushed towards the rebels with great momentum. The rebels thought the other party was going to fight him, but they didn't expect that there was a brick in his hand, which hit him on the face and was knocked to the ground. The rogue even shouted and rushed towards the rebels, but when they arrived in front of the rebels, they suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over, tripping the other party to the ground.

Behind him, a slutty smiled and rushed forward with a steel knife in his hand...

The rebels, who were beaten by these strange tricks, were defeated and drove down to the city.

Outside the city, in the thick fog.

Murong Xuanzhang was originally confident in supervising the battle in front of the formation, and behind him were teams of rebels ready to attack.

At the beginning, he was indeed very proud.

Today's game was completely as expected... As early as when he contacted Lu Yongcheng, a secret laying of a secret was built to prevent it. According to his idea, if Lu Yongcheng could succeed, the secret would not have to take action. But if Lu Yongcheng failed and the secret would be dispatched, he could still succeed and conquer Changping County in one fell swoop.

For this reason, he threw out the number room man as cannon fodder. On the one hand, he figured out the garrison in the city, and on the other hand, he also notified the secretly sect.

The idiot Jinjin Frgon is still unconscious now.

Even if he wakes up, the number room man will no longer pose a threat. He can still take the opportunity to annex the number room man.

On the one hand, he strengthened his strength. The people in the Hashishi were far stronger than the Jingnan Army in cavalry battles; on the other hand, Zuorong would bear his favor. When this matter was over, he could lead the Jingnan Army to the north, cross between the Luan River and the Wuliu River, and become a hegemon. Although the Luan River was the world of the Xi people, with Zuorong's help, he could easily gain a foothold there.

When his strength grows a little longer, he will take the initiative to surrender to the court, and even Wu Zetian will break his teeth and swallow blood.

But he didn't expect that Changping's resilience would be so terrible!

Even though he was separated by the thick fog, he could still clearly understand the battle situation from the horses ahead.

"Father, give the order, otherwise the brothers in the city would not be able to hold on."

Murong Xuanjun ignored Murong Mingyu's advice, but ran forward a few steps, staring at the fire on the top of the city.

The shouts of killing are getting weaker!

"Can there be signals in the city?"

"Report to the general, there is no news in Changping City."

Murong Xuanjun took a deep breath, and he frowned and looked at the city walls of Changping County.

This time the attack on Changping, the collaborators sent experts to help. Logically speaking, if they succeeded, the entire Changping would be in chaos, and even if Yang Chenglie had great skills, he would be difficult to take care of. As long as there was chaos in the city, the defenders on the city would follow. How useful can a group of mobs of people be sent?

But now...

Murong Xuanjun was a little hesitant, and at this moment, a deafening cheer came from the head of Changping City.

"Father!"

Murong Mingyu stepped forward again and looked at Murong Xuanjun.

Murong Xuanjun's eyes were deep. He stared at Changping, and his eyes seemed to see through the thick fog, and he could see clearly the movements at the head of Changping's city.

"withdraw troops!"

After a long time, he whispered.

Murong Mingyu was stunned, "Father!"
Chapter completed!