Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 769
The soldiers of Nanrong killed the red people, and the shouts of the soldiers of Juan were also piercing. In a war, the situation at the beginning often determines the outcome.With bloodthirsty eyes open, all the soldiers were slowly backing away.

"Bang!" The city gate was blown up, clanging.

"Boom!" Thick logs kept hitting the city gate.

The two sides kept fighting, and the sound of explosions spread into the city one after another, burning the eyes of the soldiers, and arrows as dense as raindrops flew down from the top of the city wall, and Nanrong's soldiers kept climbing up the city wall along the rope ladder. Climbing, the catapult roared non-stop... corpses, blood, and the world under the sun seemed to be trembling with fright.

Wan Yanxiu stood on the tower, watching the Nanrong soldiers coming like a tide, his red eyes were half closed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

People say that those who get a thousand-character quotation win the world.

Those who get the ink nine, get the thousand-character quotation.

In other words... whoever wins Mo Jiu wins the world!
Although the thousand-character quotation has not been found yet, Mo Jiu's ability alone cannot be underestimated.In this battle, Wanyanxiu saw the most violent explosives he had ever seen in his life, and saw the bow and crossbow that shot the farthest... But it was only a few days.If Mo Jiu was given enough time, what other ghosts would she create?

The sky was azure, with the sun shining overhead.

There was blood in front of him, and shouts kept coming through the air.At this time, the Juan soldiers were still defending, and the Nanrong soldiers were also marching forward to attack.Under the city tower, corpses covered in blood, banners trampled to pieces, discarded knives, bows and crossbows, and broken chariots all spoke of the cruelty of war.

"Report-"

A general with blood splattered on his face rushed over, wiped his face and said to Wanyan Xiu: "My lord! We are about to lose our hold! You hurry up and take your brothers back!"

"You bastard!" Ah Xibao, who was beside Wanyan Xiu, yelled, "The victory is still undecided, how can the prince withdraw?"

"But the general..."

"But what? A bunch of idiots. If it weren't for your incompetence, how could Xiao Qian's army have been able to drive straight in, and hit Jinzhou City in just two days? You are nothing more than an idiot, and you actually persuaded the prince to retreat..."

In the history of Wanyanxiu's battles, there has never been a case of fleeing without fighting.This time he sticks to Jinzhou, if there is no matter of Kangu and Dingyuan, in fact, he would not lose so quickly.But Ah Xibao didn't want to admit it, but Wan Yanxiu knew very well that Jinzhou would fall into Xiao Qian's hands sooner or later.If the consumption continues, the casualties of the Ping soldiers will be even greater. At that time, if the soldiers are lost and the generals are lost, the subsequent battle will be more difficult.

Where there is life, there is hope.He is a rational man.

Slightly raising his hand to stop Ah Xibao's instruction, Wan Yanxiu tightly pursed his lips, watching the billowing smoke after the explosion of thousands of enemies below the city tower, his voice was calm and serious, "Send the order, retreat to the other side of the river, blow up the pontoon bridge !"

Jinzhou City was on the edge of the Han River. Suddenly, they confronted Nanrong across the river, and they had a lot of time to purge the army, boost morale, and wait for reinforcements from the rear.Moreover, there is a great river and natural danger, even if Nanrong has powerful firearms and powerful bows, it will be in vain.Regardless of whether Nan Rongbing wants to cross the river by boat or build a pontoon bridge, he can take the initiative and catch him by surprise.

"Yes!"

Ah Xi Baoying stood there, and after giving orders to several generals, he turned around and saw Wan Yanxiu standing on the windshield staring blankly, so he couldn't help but also stepped forward to take a look.

Among the crowd, standing next to Xiao Qian, Mo Jiu was a small man riding a bay red horse alone.The distance was too far, and they couldn't see her face clearly, but probably because they were too familiar with her expression, they seemed to be able to feel her contemptuous smile, and that kind of lazy disdain...

(End of this chapter)