Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

A bullet landed, and thick smoke billowed!

A cloud of green smoke mixed with a large amount of dust erupted beneath Zhang Biao.

The soldiers, who were about to slash at him with their swords, were caught off guard and had their faces covered in smoke and dust, causing them to cough violently.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhang Biao took a step back and escaped from the encirclement.

As he escaped, his hands were still busy.

He reached into his coat again, pulled out eight black pellets, and threw them onto the ground in front of Li Pan!

A series of green smoke clouds erupted again!

All of this happened in a flash. The expression on Li Pan's face hadn't changed yet when his vision was filled with green.

The martial general guarding him instinctively drew his sword, but as soon as his right hand touched the hilt, a cold sensation ran across his neck.

What followed was a feeling of weightlessness... then he saw a boot step past his eyes.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even make a sound, except for the moment his head hit the ground.

Li Pan finally began to feel panic, but the next instant, his whole body tensed up, and his face flushed with blood.

He curled up like a shrimp.

Just now... it felt like someone had swung a tree trunk at his crotch...

The pain reached its peak, and the urge to scream reached his throat.

Just then, as Li Pan was hunched over, he felt the hem of his robe being lifted and yanked upwards, wrapping around his head and being tied tightly in a knot.

This caused him to hunch over even more... plus, he had difficulty breathing.

He instinctively wanted to reach out to untie it, to resist.

But before he knew it, as he reached behind his head in a panic, his fingers were grabbed by a large hand.

And snapped upwards!

A series of fine cracking sounds rang out, his hand bones fractured.

"Ugh!!!!!"

Every finger is connected to the heart, the pain was excruciating!

Li Pan, with his head covered, was still screaming like a pig, and three dark patches appeared on the robe wrapped around his face.

The artillerymen on either side of the city wall finally realized something was wrong and rushed to rescue him.

Dozens of soldiers on both sides rushed over with their swords.

Beneath his mask, Zhang Biao could only vaguely see many people rushing in from outside.

Sensing the imminent danger, he kicked Li Pan's leg, breaking it, and Li Pan fell to the ground.

He glanced at him and, seeing him moaning softly at his feet, unable to escape, he felt a little relieved.

Zhang Biao reached into his coat again, carefully rummaging around.

He pulled out two more black pellets and threw them wildly to the left and right.

Thick smoke reappeared!

The approaching soldiers undoubtedly lost their vision, their pace automatically slowed down, one hand covering their mouths and noses, the other holding their weapons, cautiously searching for the assailant.

When all the pellets were used up, Zhang Biao picked up Li Pan from the ground.

He took out a rope from behind his waist, hooked it onto the city wall's crenellation, and turned to jump!

Just as he was about to move, Zhang Biao poked his head out from the city wall and frowned, realizing something was wrong!

The city wall was ten meters high... the rope he brought was only three and a half meters long. Obviously, at a height of nearly seven meters, even if he didn't die from the jump, he would be seriously injured, let alone with someone in tow.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Biao quickly took off his coat and, with his other hand, tore off Li Pan's pants.

He picked up the rope and began to tie knots, while not forgetting to look around and observe the surrounding situation.

Although the green smoke was thick, and the weather was calm, it was still slowly dissipating in the open space on the city wall.

In a few more minutes, it would completely disappear without a trace.

The rope, the coat, and the pants, when connected, were nearly six meters long.

He dropped the rope again, and Zhang Biao poked his head out from the city wall again, still frowning.

No, the height is still too high, not safe enough.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Biao picked up the previous martial general's saber and resolutely rushed into the green fog.

Before the Great Jing army.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

They didn't know what was happening above. They just saw a cloud of green mist erupt from the top of the city wall, and then, not long after, green mist nearly tens of meters long emerged from both sides of the city wall, forming a series of smoke passages.

Then, a group of soldiers rushed in with their swords...

Although they didn't know what was happening, it seemed... the city defense system on the opposite side had completely malfunctioned!

The artillerymen operating the cannons had all left their posts.

Seeing the opportunity, Li Yuanzhao was overjoyed and immediately shouted: "Cannons! Load the Italian cannons! Take advantage of this opportunity to break the city for me!! The vanguard follows up! The rest of the army advances together!"

With an order, the artillery team in the rear, in groups of three, quickly pushed eight Italian cannons forward and entered the range.

Fang Zheng was sweating profusely: "Wait a minute, what's going on? Zhang Biao is still inside! Your Majesty, this might be a trick...."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression turned dull again.

On the city wall, soldier's corpses were being thrown down one by one.

Before long, more than a dozen corpses had piled up at the foot of the city!

A strong figure emerged from the smoke, carrying a person, leaving a green trail behind him.

He pulled the rope and descended rapidly from the city wall!

Just as he was about to slide to the end, Zhang Biao loosened his hand, and Li Pan was thrown face down into the pile of corpses.

Then it was him, straddling his legs, steadily falling towards the corpses on the ground!

With a squish.

Zhang Biao landed smoothly, but it seemed like he had stepped on something.

He didn't care, picked up Li Pan, who was either dead or unconscious, and ran towards the front of the Great Jing formation.

BioShock!?

These four words uncontrollably popped into Fang Zheng's mind.

A man wearing a demon mask, leaping out of the green mist, descending ten meters, and carrying a white butt after landing, was rushing towards them.

Everyone who saw him was terrified.

But as he got closer, seeing that figure and posture, Fang Zheng recognized him immediately.

Damn it! He actually changed equipment again!

Overjoyed, Fang Zheng shouted: "Someone! It's Zhang Biao, go meet him!"

Several flying horses came out of the formation to meet Zhang Biao.

Finally, he returned to the front of the formation.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Biao dismounted, took off his mask, and began to take off his clothes.

Soon, he was stripped down to his underwear.

Fang Zheng said with a dark face: "What's the situation inside! Why are you stripping naked?"

"My body is covered in poisonous powder, it's very toxic!"

Fang Zheng looked at Li Pan and said in surprise: "That thing is poisonous? The green smoke was you releasing it? Who is he?"

"I don't know, but the people above call him Your Highness. He insisted on killing me, so I acted in self-defense." Zhang Biao replied truthfully, "The people on the city wall should be poisoned. If they inhale this poisonous powder, they won't recover for a few days, and if their bodies are weak, they might just die."

Boom!

As he spoke, the artillery team had already pushed the cannons to the range, and eight Italian cannons were frantically breaking down the gate, firing in turns!

In just one round of firing, the city gate became riddled with holes.

The soldiers who should have been operating the cannons on the city wall, perhaps because they were poisoned, still hadn't returned to their positions.

After two rounds of bombardment, the city gate was on the verge of collapse.... Finally, a quarter of the gate hanging on the upper right corner couldn't hold on any longer and crashed down.

With the sound of the broken gate falling, Li Yuanzhao's order rang out at the same time, and the Great Jing army surged into the city like a tide.

Fang Zheng stood on the side, watching this scene, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

This is not quite what I imagined! Modern weapons haven't been used yet!

How could the city be broken as soon as we arrived? What if that grandson of Wu Wang is frightened and shrinks back, afraid to fight in the future?

If every battle afterwards is a siege, who can stand it?

The more Fang Zheng thought about it, the angrier he became, glaring at Zhang Biao: "I sent you to declare war, why the hell did you take down the city gate! Why don't you find some clothes to put on? You're always embarrassing me!"

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