"That's right, that's right, but you have to give me a sure letter, and I have a large group of brothers under my command asking me all day long. I have to give them an explanation." Mazi's arrogance was suffocated and he quickly smiled.

"Well, I naturally have a good way, but we have to wait and see if the other party has this meaning. If it is as I expected and they have ideas about this, they should have come in the past two days. If they don't come, I will blame me for being blind and seeing the wrong person." The yellow-faced man said down on his own, and Mazi standing beside him was confused.

Seeing Mazi looking at him with a blank look on his face, the yellow-faced man cleared his throat and pondered: "Zhu Er, what did you think we were trying to join the Taiping Army?"

"What are you trying to do?" The man called Zhu Er blinked his eyes and agreed, and then thought for a while and said, "Of course, it is for glory and wealth. Didn't you, Boss Ke, come to bring your brothers into the group? Although we were not as comfortable as we are now, we were also free and free. Eat big pieces of meat and drink big bowls. Didn't you say that everyone should look forward to the long-term, and Taiping Church should change the country, and we should also take advantage of the situation to seek glory and wealth for future generations? I remember that this is what you said when you came to our village."

Zhu Ermazi's honest words made the yellow-faced man seem to have returned to the time when he went to the other party's hall to be a lobbyist for the Taiping Army a few years ago. He sighed and shook his head. The yellow-faced man withdrew his thoughts and said lightly: "Then do you think the Taiping Cult can still make us rich and prosperous now?"

"Now?" Zhu Ermazi shook his head and said in frustration: "It seems that there is no chance to do this. At that time, it was a bit decent and quite hot. Now, I don't know what the Holy King is thinking. You said that the path is not biased, it is similar to the original propaganda statement, but it seems that it doesn't look like that. Alas, I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, I feel that life will be worse than it will be in the future."

"Then can we still hang ourselves on this tree?" The yellow-faced man took a sip of cigarettes, and the green smoke turned into two streams from his nose and crawled out. He said quietly, and his words were indescribable.

"Boss Ke, are you talking about climbing a higher branch?" Shocked, Zhu Ermazi suddenly jumped up, glanced around quickly, and lowered his voice.

"Look at your little thing, what are you afraid of? This is in your camp, and you and me are all intimate people around you. Are you scared?" The yellow-faced man said coldly.

"No, it's just that this came too suddenly, and I couldn't react a little. If Mei Shuai knew, it would be hard for us to get out of here." Zhu Ermazi wiped the sweat beads that oozed from his forehead and said nervously.

"A good bird chooses trees to live in. The big tree of Taiping Cult is about to fall. We have to find another way out, otherwise we will be killed together sooner or later. You should know this principle." The yellow-faced man said in a muffled voice, "I can't see that the Taiping Army on Heshuo will be able to jump for a few days. Either it falls into the hands of the Kamans or is taken back by the empire. The Taiping Cult is really out of the way."

"Boss Ke, since the Taiping Cult is going to be finished, where are you going to let your brothers go? The Kaman? Or surrender to the empire?" Zhu Ermazi smacked his lips.

"Karman? We are from the Tang tribe. Do you want to be slaves? I don't know if the empire will accept us, nor who should I find better. There is more chaos over there than ours." The yellow-faced man took another breath of cigarette and replied blandly.

"Boss Ke, what do you mean is that we will go west and go there?" Zhu Ermazi immediately heard the smell.

"Hmph, I'm afraid that only the northwest dares to accept us. The bad idea we gave to Mei Fucai will make the City Guards suffer enough. However, since the City Guards are known as the two pillars of the imperial army, they are probably enough for the Kamans to have a drink. Now they can only go to the northwest. I heard that there is no matter whether they are from the background or in their abilities. Now the northwest is in a high momentum, and even Pinglu has been taken down by them. I see this attitude. It is not necessarily necessary that the Situ family's country may change its surname to Li. If we go there, we can get a founding father to do it." The yellow-faced man showed a eager light in his eyes, as if he had seen his glorious prospects.

"Crash" loud noises were accompanied by the "crashing" sound of the machine spring twisting. This was the sound of the giant stone catapult attacking; the "crashing" sound was followed by a "scrashing" flying whistling sound, which was the roaring of a large multi-bow bed crossbow chariot; the low wooden wheel rolling sound echoed the soldiers' trembling shouts, which were the soldiers pushing the city car to attack the weak parts of the city wall.

Every inch of land, every wall brick, and every battlement were stained with blood. The thirsty soil under the city wall had sucked the blood and turned purple-black. The corpses and engineering equipment of the soldiers piled up were piled up under the city wall like mud. Another round of offensive came, and the arrows in the tall tower were like locusts. The stones and crossbow arrows that were covered with the sky and the earth pressed the soldiers on the defense of the wall so that they could not even lift their heads. The soldiers who lacked enough long-range weapons could only lie tightly on the wall or the edge of the wall, curled up and listened to the huge

The sound of rocks and the giant crossbow passed over the head with a tingling whistle that made people's scalp, sometimes accompanied by muffled and howls. It was the terrifying sound of soldiers who were hit by stone bullets or giant crossbows before their death. As the squeaking wheels sounded more and more, it was a sign of the siege vehicles approaching the city wall. They shook the dust on their heads and exposed their eyes quietly between the siege and the sermons, and carefully stared at the enemy soldiers who were swarming like ants. The spear, machete, and shield began to tighten, and another tragic hand-to-hand combat battle was about to begin.

As the opponent's long-range weapon attack became sparse, the archers on the defensive side began to show their power, and the sound of "swoosh swish swish swish swish" arrows were heard endlessly, and the screams came from under the city walls one after another, and the footsteps were more and more loud, and the moving ladders were quickly pushed up. The iron hook was hanging lightly and firmly on the wall. The soldiers who were climbing up like a monkey rushed to the wall in a few moments, and the spear and machete came towards them. The battle of life and death began. The siege car was slowly approaching the city wall.

The large body makes its progress far less than the movement speed of the moving ladder. However, once it approaches the city wall, it will be a disaster. The soldiers who swarm up hold their weapons and roar and shout, and the city becomes a battlefield of life and death. Fortunately, the speed of such powerful siege weapons is too slow. Most of them are slaughtered into pieces by concentrated slaughter or burned into ruins by rockets before they can get close to the city wall. But even so, the few siege cars near the city wall still make the defense suffer a lot.

The reserve team fully plays its role at this time. Whenever the situation is critical, there is always a new force joining, which forces the Kamans to retreat step by step, and eventually disappear on the head of the city wall. They either become ghosts under the sword or evil spirits under the wall. The Kamans who are not willing to fail would rather die than retreat. More ladders and siege cars joined in, and waves of offensives were launched with the help of the fierce attack power of the movable arrow towers and the stone-capping crossbows. The city guards were also forced to invest more troops to strengthen the battle at the city to make up for the shortcomings of long-range weapons. Such battles continued to entangle, from dawn to sunset.

Hurley's lips were so thirsty that he showed blood, but he still had no intention of stopping the army. The same was true for the other commander of the corps standing beside him watching the battle. His eyes were fixed on the walls shouting and killing. Whenever the Sun and Moon Star Flag was inserted into the city, both of them could not help but cheer, but the reality was cruel. This cheer often stopped abruptly, and instead he fell down the military flag on the wall. No matter how much flesh and limbs were, they could not attract their attention, and their spirits were all placed in one place, that is, when did they see the Sun and Moon Star Flag really penetrated firmly on the walls of Qinghe Mansion.

"Report to the commander of the corps, Lord Billy comes to report!" It was not until this time that Hurley, whose eyes were covered in blood, took his eyes off the wall where the fierce battle was in full swing, rubbed his eyelids tiredly and said, "Tell me."

"General Billy led the Third Corps to successfully block the enemy's Fourth Corps in the Baimapo area. He is now in fierce battle. He asked Lord Hurley to rest assured that he would never let the enemy step over Baimapo." After a standard military salute, the messenger delivered the letter to the tired-faced commander.

"Very good, please convey my thanks to General Billy. When our general flag is planted on the top of Qinghe City, General Billy will be the first hero of this battle!" Hurley took a deep breath and returned a military salute. The damn Second Corps actually sent only two 10,000 cavalry teams to follow, while the three 10,000 infantry teams that should have arrived were gone. Hurley certainly didn't know that this was the result of his colleagues who had committed suicide, but he knew that such consequences forced him to press the weight on the Eighth Corps, which he did not know the details. The reinforcements of the Tanghe people had already rushed up, but Hurley believed that the Third Corps could hold the opponent down. Although the Third Corps also left two 10,000 infantry teams as the general reserve teams for his siege, with the cooperation of the two 10,000 cavalry teams of the Second Corps, Hurley firmly believed that Billy could weld the opponent to death on Baimapo.

Looking at the departing figure of the messenger, Hurley cheered up and said to Cherif, the commander of the Eighth Corps who was standing beside him watching the battle: "General Cherif, order your 3rd and 40000th men to prepare. The next round will be the time for your 8th Corps to perform."

"Mr. Hurley, please rest assured that although the Eighth Corps is newly built, it will definitely not be able to defeat our Kaman soldiers' military power!"
Chapter completed!