Warring States Call

Chapter 1860 One Thousand 860 One: Firewall
"Whoosh..." The cold arrow shot straight at Zhang Jiao like the wind. Zhang Jiao raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at the yellow scarf warrior behind him, and pulled him in front of him, blocking him in front of him.

"Ah..." the dead ghost caught by Zhang Jiao immediately let out a scream. Seeing that Zhang Jiao hadn't been killed, Geng Gong secretly cursed in his heart, it's a pity. He is somewhat shameless and jealous of Zhang Jiao's cruelty and cunning. Such people are often very troublesome. .

Zhang Jiao looked at the dead yellow scarf warrior in front of him, and looked at the surrounding soldiers. Some were envious, some were fearful, and some were accustomed to it. In order to calm people's hearts, Zhang Jiao immediately greeted: "He died for the Lord of Heaven and will ascend to heaven. For God, his family will have no worries about food and clothing, and will be free from disease and calamity.”

As soon as he said this, everyone envied that yellow turban warrior who died for Zhang Jiao, and wished that he was the one who died.

Zhang Jiao, who was not dead, stared at Geng Gong's tiger eyes on the city wall, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and he shook the stick bell in his hand: "The gods will bless my soldiers, the whole army will charge."

"Kill..." Zhang Bao held a long knife in his hand, and the tens of thousands of troops under his command fought one after another. Their equipment was still a bit different than that of the regular army. Apart from the weapons in their hands, ordinary soldiers only had a leather armor on their chest and a yellow scarf wrapped around their heads. , holding a weapon in his hand, and nothing else after that, a better general has a helmet, and the higher-end one is a general of Zhang Bao's level, riding a horse and holding a long knife in his hand, which is already equipped in the Yellow Turban Army Highest.

"The archers are ready, wait for my order." Geng Gong frowned, and greeted the soldiers in the front row on the city wall, and looked at the strong crossbow soldiers behind him.

"Quick! Bring the things up for me." Huo Jun greeted the soldiers below him and asked them to bring up the thunder stone and the log.

"Up the ladder!" Zhang Bao drew his sword and yelled angrily. After receiving the general's order, the soldiers under his command urged the horses under their crotches to charge forward.

"Go up" Conte bit the back of his knife and stretched out his hand to climb the ladder. The master general did this, and the soldiers behind him rushed to follow suit. Although these soldiers were numerous and powerful, in the end they had no orthodox training. Zhang Bao gave an order, and all the soldiers under his command followed suit. After making a pot, the stragglers charged. The soldiers who were charging had just run a few steps, and the strong man carrying the ladder pushed him away: "Get out of the way, don't be my way"

"Oh, what are you doing?" The soldier who was hit on the ground behind began to howl, stood up and wanted to reason with him, but an old soldier behind him grabbed him and whispered, "Don't! He is under the command of General Zhang Bao Soldier, you can't blame me, get out of the way!"

"Bastard! This son of a bitch, I will bury him alive sooner or later." The soldier cursed viciously, which actually meant cursing him to death and burying him himself.

"Thunderstone. Rolling log! Let it go" Geng Gong looked at the scattered soldiers, knowing that bows and arrows are not very effective, and there are not many bows and arrows in the city wall, so you should use them sparingly. Looking at the soldiers holding the ladder, Geng Gong secretly mocked the mob, and called the soldiers to use thunderstones and rolling logs to smash down the place where there are many people.

"Release" Dozens of soldiers dragged the log with difficulty, and one of the thunderstones fell from the top of Conte's head. Conte flinched, jumped off the ladder in a hurry, and rolled several times on the ground, only then did he stabilize his mind .

Conte just escaped, but the soldiers who were climbing the ladder didn't react. They were smashed to pieces, and four people were smashed to death on the ground. Just explain here, the expressions of the surrounding soldiers who were about to climb The big change, the smell of blood in the air, and the exposed bones made these rookies look sober, and they all backed away instead of catching up.

Conte stood up, spit out the weeds in his mouth, looked at the retreating soldiers, and shouted angrily: "Don't be dazed, come on!"

"General, this, this." The fearful soldier pointed at the body that had been smashed into meatloaf, and almost vomited out what he ate last night.

"Fuck you, give it to me, whoever doesn't, I'll kill him" Conte shouted angrily, several soldiers hesitated to step forward, Conte was furious, grabbed the saber in his hand and killed a few The soldiers who were afraid of fighting, the soldiers under their command came forward one after another because they were afraid of Conte's majesty, and their hearts rushed forward.

Zhang Jiao, who was watching the battle from behind, frowned slightly. How long has it been? It has been half an hour, and he has not even touched the edge of the city corner. , ransacked for three days"

"No..." Chen Sheng won the general order and let the soldiers under his command begin to pass.

But within half a stick of incense, everyone got Zhang Jiao's order, and the ratio of passion for killing the enemy was much higher than before.

"Tung oil! Let it go!" Geng Gong waved his hands and shouted angrily. The soldiers on the city wall opened the tung oil caps in their hands, and threw down the tung oil logs one after another. After half a stick of incense, thousands of tung oil logs were thrown down.

"Rocket"

The archers hurried forward thirty steps, came to the corner of the city wall, lined up in an orderly manner, Geng Gong held the bronze sword in his arms, covered the sunlight above his head with his hands, and narrowed his black eyes slightly , shouted angrily: "Let go"

"Hoo hoo hoo...!" The flames on the arrow were blowing with the hot wind, making a lingering sound, and went straight to the archers on the city wall, in order to suppress the enemy.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoong!" The fire ignited when it encountered tung oil, and gradually formed a wall of fire, separating the yellow turban army from the front and rear armies.

"Hurry up! Throw wolf tobacco! Fire oil! Pour down!" the centurion shouted loudly, calling to the soldiers under him, pouring red fire oil down the city wall, bundle after bundle. The licorice and kerosene mixed with the cooking oil were thrown down, and they ignited when they met the fire. The white gunpowder smoke was like a mist, and the people who smoked could not open their eyes.
"Let the arrows go" Geng Gong's complexion was ashen. He watched the Yellow Turban Army constantly attacking, and he personally held a bow to shoot arrows.

The rain of arrows shot down the sky and killed the enemy below. The soldiers were so smoked that they couldn't open their eyes. The cold arrows on the city wall shot at the soldiers outside the fire wall, separating the two armies.

"嗖...嗖嗖嗡...! Huhuhu...huhu" The rocket broke through the wind and made a sound of wind and fire.

"Squeak" The ancient gate was slowly opened, Xiong Kuohai held a weapon, and the soldiers under his command charged out one after another. Hundreds of soldiers and horses slashed and killed in the wall of fire. Conte saw the enemy rushing to kill, and immediately waved Holding the long knife in his hand, he shouted angrily: "The gate of the enemy army opened, brothers rush in, kill me for the sake of women!"

"Go to hell!" Xiong Kuohai held a long stick in both hands, and suddenly hit Conte's Tianling Gai.

With a muffled groan of "Kang Dang", Conte's brain burst directly, and he couldn't die anymore.

(End of this chapter)