One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 148

"I hope Deputy Lieutenant Song can stop the Northwest coalition forces from attacking the city."

Guo Xin shook his head again, "It's too difficult. There is more than one grandmaster in the Northwest coalition army. Song Qing's strength alone is limited, and it is difficult to affect the overall situation. In the end, we have to rely on us to fight in the street."

Thinking of this, he turned his head and shouted at the soldiers under his command: "Hurry up and rest, the enemy may enter the city at any time!"

"Yes!"

Although the soldiers of the infantry battalion were exhausted, they still maintained their morale in the face of desperation.

Drink water, apply medicine, and wipe the sword in your hand.

Tie up the wound, close your eyes and rest.

Each of them moved swiftly and calmly, not at all like a defeated retreating soldier.

They understand that as long as the fighting spirit is still in their hearts, it will not be considered a defeat until the last moment.

This is the invincible belief condensed by the Beiting Army's victorious battles all the way.

The two Beiting warriors walked through the streets and saw the scenes in the house, and smiled gratifiedly:

"There are so many good men, they should show their talents and make great achievements. Don't die in this lonely city."

……

At the top of the city, the Northwest Allied Forces are still busy.

They took the corpses out of the pool of blood, carefully identified them, and dragged them back to the camp to recuperate if they were still alive, and threw them directly to the top of the city if they were not alive, and then burned them in a concentrated manner.

At this time, the area around the city wall was completely under the control of the Northwest Allied Forces. The Beiting Army was hiding in the house, and it was difficult for them to shoot arrows.

Therefore, the soldiers in the Northwest are in a safe situation, and their mentality is slightly relaxed.

The generals gathered to discuss the military situation and study the next plan, but they didn't pay much attention to the situation at the top of the city.

Only a few hundred people were sent to patrol the city wall back and forth to prevent the Beiting army from counterattacking.

Naturally, these ordinary patrols did not notice that a stranger appeared in the team at some point...

Song Yun was wearing the battle armor of Jingguo soldiers, and followed at the end of the patrol, thinking about how to kill next as he walked.

At his level, he was not afraid of being discovered at all, so he mingled in the team carelessly.

With a little trickery, the patrolling soldiers in front didn't even feel that there was a "jing soldier" behind them.

As for the other people on the city wall, they would only regard Song Yun as a member of the patrol team.

"How to do it better?" Song Yun fell into deep thought.

Heavenly Demon's methods are weird, he doesn't have a real body, but pretends to be the seven emotions and six desires.

In other words, it is a parasite of consciousness, lurking in the human heart.

Heavenly Demon is naturally very sensitive to spirits.

Therefore, Song Yun didn't plan to use too many Taoist techniques, especially those that required the soul to leave his body, such as the blood-streaked golden needle.

Martial arts skills can also be used as little as possible.

After searching for a while in the [Void Storage Box], I finally found a suitable "weapon"——

Several heavy wooden barrels.

"I didn't expect that when I reached the realm of Martial Saints, I still have to use this thing, so it's easy."

As a result, wherever the patrol team passed, there was a wisp of black and red viscous liquid quietly mixed in the blood and sand.

Gradually, the soldiers at the top of the city smelled a strange smell of burning.

"What's the smell, so choking?"

The soldiers poked their heads around and looked around, but found nothing.

The generals who were discussing the military situation also smelled this smell and looked at each other, not knowing the situation.

"It doesn't look like a corpse."

They quickly returned to the top of the city, looking around for the situation.

At this time, Song Yun had already left the patrol team and quietly walked down the city wall.

As soon as he reached the ground, standing at the foot of the city wall, a soldier on duty immediately called him:

"Stop! Why are you running around by yourself?"

Song Yun raised his empty hands, indicating that he was not holding a weapon, and then pointed to the blood on his neck, indicating that he was injured and needed treatment.

"The medical treatment of the wounded was arranged uniformly before, why didn't you say it earlier?" The soldier on duty blamed a few words, and walked over, intending to bring the wounded soldier to the doctor.

When the guards on duty came over, Song Yun could not stand still, so he took advantage of the situation to support his arm.

A gust of energy spewed out secretly, went up along the soldier's arm, instantly invaded the head, and shattered his brain.

The next moment, the corpse was put into the [Void Storage Box].

Song Yun turned around and walked out.

The Northwest Army came and went in a hurry, and no one noticed the bizarre scene at the foot of the city wall.

At the top of the city, several generals circled half a circle, looked down, and finally found the black-red viscous liquid on the ground.

This thing is mixed in the blood stains and covered by sand and dust, so you can't really find it if you don't look carefully.

Several generals dipped their fingertips in some of the liquid, sniffed it in front of them, and confirmed that it was the thing emitting the burnt smell.

"What the hell is this? Could it be that the Beiting army left it on purpose?"

Before I could study it, in a hidden corner, a grass rope gradually burned to the end, with little sparks, touching the black-red liquid.

boom--

The raging fire rushed out like a tide, covering the entire city in an instant.

"Damn it, this thing is kerosene!"

Frustrated, several generals rushed down the city.

They are basically masters or innate masters, even if their hands and soles are a little oily, they are not afraid of being burned to death for a while.

The soldiers stationed at the head of the city suffered disaster, howled in the sea of ​​fire, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Fight the fire! Quickly put out the fire!"

The Northwest Allied Forces under the city were also in chaos. Soldiers ran around, fetching water and sand, trying to put out the fire.

Song Yun managed to blend in with the crowd, and took advantage of the chaos to spill a lot of fuel.

A northwest grandmaster fled down the city wall in a hurry, his nose twitched, and he frowned and said:
"Why is there a burnt smell down here?"

Just as he was about to remind, more than a dozen soldiers rushed over with buckets.

One of the soldiers passed by the Grandmaster, and seemed to have lost his footing, leaning towards the Grandmaster.

The northwest master was about to push him away, but his face changed drastically in an instant.

"Wu-"

Swish, the cold light suddenly appeared and disappeared in a flash.

From a short distance of two feet, a long bronze sword suddenly appeared in Song Yun's palm, piercing directly through the Grandmaster's heart.

The bronze long sword appeared and then disappeared instantly, within the blink of an eye.

A deep blood hole was left on Grandmaster's body.

Facing the heaven-rank sword, the heavy armor has no protective effect at all.

After silently killing a grandmaster, Song Yun fell down again, crushing the corpse of the grandmaster to the ground.

Sprinkle the fire oil on it, and pop out a little spark from your fingers when you stand up.

The fire oil all over the ground nearby was immediately ignited.

This area was instantly engulfed in flames, and was blocking the exit from the city wall.

A large number of soldiers were trapped, and there were raging fires in front and behind. There was nowhere to escape, and they could only shout hoarsely.

And Song Yun had already left at this time, carrying an empty wooden bucket, with a panicked expression and hurried steps, as if looking for a place to fetch water.

Such people, in this environment, are not against peace at all, and they are even everywhere.

Soon, fires broke out around the city wall, and the Northwest coalition forces fell into chaos.

Song Yun mingled in the crowd, paying attention to the [real-time map], and when he caught a single master, he would assassinate him, gaining a lot of money for a while.

The repair value gained from killing enemies is also rising.

Some of the main forces of the Northwest Allied Forces had just entered the city, and before the street fighting started, they discovered that there was a fire in the rear, and they immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Okay, I fell into the trap of the Beiting army!"

(End of this chapter)