At this time, Feng Wuyou's mentality had undergone a great change. She originally thought that if the city wall really could not be defended, then there would be street fighting. If there was street fighting, then retreat. No matter what, life was always the most important. As long as the people of the garrison were doing their best when retreating, and strengthening the walls and clearing the fields, then there would be nothing even if the people of Beiliang entered.

But now, she no longer thinks so.

She must keep it, and she must keep it.

The Fairy Pass is her last bottom line, and a person from Beiliang must not be allowed to cross it. Because, even if the Beiliang people only step into the Fairy Pass, in the eyes of those who stare at the Xiao family army like vultures, it will become the most powerful evidence for the Xiao family army to conspire to treason!

"General Cheng, I need you to help me with a room, help me prepare a lot of sulfur, saltpeter, charcoal, and crush iron, porcelain, and sewing needles. Any small and sharp thing, the more the better. Then gather the manure trucks in the city, start cooking gold juice from now on, and transfer five hundred people to me, so that they can soak all arrows in the gold juice..."

Feng Wuyou said quickly, and she said everything she knew and thought.

These requests have nothing to do with each other, but Feng Wuyou said it very seriously, so Cheng Zhijie dared not be negligent at all. Even if he didn't understand what Feng Wuyou was going to do, Feng Wuyou's performance today was enough to win his trust, so he ordered his subordinates to prepare without hesitation.

Feng Wuyou no longer stayed on the city wall and took Nie Zheng to the small courtyard arranged as she asked.

There are three colors of powder placed in it in different categories, which is the sulfur saltpeter charcoal requested by Feng Wuyou. There are also baskets of debris, which are the small and sharp objects that Feng Wuyou requested.

Looking at those things, Feng Wuyou felt a little struggling. This thing should not have appeared in this era. She actually interfered with the process of history.

But now she is already in history, who can say that she can't create history?

When I walked into the room, there were thirty people standing neatly in different clothes, who were all fully energetic and restrained indifference.

These people are obviously experts.

"See the Princess!" As soon as they saw Feng Wuyou, they bowed together.

Nie Zheng whispered: "Princess, this is the Yunwei people whom my subordinates can now gather. Some of them came from the capital with me, while others were local. The princess could fully trust them."

This was Xiao Jinglan's power in secret, and he should never be exposed to others, but at this time life and death are at stake, so he doesn't care about so much.

What's more, when he left the capital, the prince told him that as long as the matter involves the safety of the princess, he would spare no expense.

Feng Wuyou asked them to get up, but did not be polite to them, but just strode to the table.

After glanced at the things on the table, she said in a deep voice: "I asked you to help you make something. Only those who are calm and have stable hands can do it. I will make a demonstration later. You must put the things on the table in a small jar in the proportion and order I have shown, and you can't make any mistakes in a slightest. Can you do it?"

None of the people spoke, just looked at Feng Wuyou with his head held high and his chest held high.

Their ability to be selected as Yunwei itself shows their strength. Whether it is their eyesight or calmness in hand, they are all first-class.

"I know you are all masters, but when I demonstrate, you still have to keep your eyes open, because if you make a mistake, all of us will die and no one will escape."

This sentence shows that these people finally have some fluctuations. They exchanged their eyes very quickly, as if everyone was asking: Is it so exaggerated?

"If you don't believe it, you can try it." Feng Wuyou said indifferently: "But you have to wait until I leave before trying, because I don't want to die with you."

Feng Wuyou stopped talking and moved quickly in his hands, mixing the materials while explaining the proportion and order in his mouth.

The things on the table are far more than the three types of sulfur saltpeter charcoal, and they also include those small and sharp objects. Next to everything is a row of porcelain jars the size of a palm. Feng Wuyou carefully placed these things in the porcelain jars.

After she packed a porcelain jar and carefully sealed the mouth, she looked up at the thirty people: "In two days, I want each of you to assemble thirty porcelain jars and transport them to the city wall. Remember, when transporting, separate them with cotton cloth, and do not turn them upside down or collide. Do you understand?"

The cloud guards in the room looked at each other in a glance. It was not difficult to make such things, but... what exactly is this?

It's just a mixture of some powders. He was so careful that he even found experts like them to make it.

Is it too much for them to do this kind of thing?

Feng Wuyou has always observed carefully and can naturally see their emotions, but she has no intention of explaining them.

After all, she was very afraid of such things and didn't want to use them on a large scale in this era, so she asked Nie Zheng to ask Yunwei people to prepare them, hoping that the formula of such things could be controlled as much as possible.

After Feng Wuyou left, Nie Zheng gave a few instructions and left. Although the people of Yunwei were curious, they paid more attention to orders, not to mention that Feng Wuyou clearly stated that such things would affect the success or failure of defending the city, so they naturally did not dare to take it lightly.

After leaving the courtyard, he arrived at the place where the manure trucks were concentrated. A very unpleasant smell came immediately. Nie Zheng frowned and said, "Princess, why not go."

As Feng Wuyou's identity as the emperor, how could he go to that kind of place?

But Feng Wuyou seemed to have never heard of it. The relationship between defending the city this time was too important, and she had to pay 120% attention to every detail.

After patrolling the arrows, they confirmed that the people had soaked the arrows in the golden juice as she told them. Feng Wuyou left.

"Princess, is it useless to soak like this?" Nie Zheng found that the more he had contact with Feng Wuyou, the less he understood Feng Wuyou. It seemed that she always had some strange ideas, and from the moment, each of those ideas was very effective.

"You will know when you wait and see." Feng Wuyou still had no answer.

In fact, this method is not much better than gunpowder, and it can even be called the word "silent". If it weren't for the emperor's plan, if it weren't for the safety of Xiao Jinglan and the 200,000 Xiao family troops, Feng Wuyou would never have used this method.

But now... the enemy is very different, and she has to do so.

The sky soon became dark, and the strong wind suddenly came, and the temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant. A drop of cold things fell on Feng Wuyou's cheek. When she looked up, she saw that the dark blue sky, the size of her nails were floating.

"Go to the city wall!" My heart suddenly tightened, and Feng Wuyou strode towards the city wall.

I just walked to the city and heard that I was just kidding...

After a delicate sound that made people sore teeth, something suddenly sounded like a loud bang.

"Not good, come here quickly, the city wall is falling!"

A panic-like scream came from the city. Nie Zheng was so angry that he heard it. What was going on with these people? He was afraid that the enemy on the other side would not know? He shouted so loudly that he was not worthy of being the Xiao family army.

"I'll kill those idiots." Nie Zheng said coldly, but before he left, he was held down by Feng Wuyou.

"King Yi is on it, wait a little longer!" All the defenses on the city were handed over to Murong Yi. Feng Wuyou didn't believe that he would be so useless, and even a few soldiers couldn't control them.

The shouts of killing suddenly sounded outside the city, and the people of Beiliang were roaring wildly in the thick sound of the grassland. Even if they couldn't understand, they could feel the vigorous murderous aura inside.

They waited all day, just at this time. The Pastor Zhebu said that the gods protected the Northern Liang and that the walls of the Western Qin people would crack themselves tonight. They didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that the Pastor Zhebu is indeed right!

What else should they be afraid of when they get the blessing of the gods? What's more, their number is ten times that of the Western Qin people.

The soldiers of Beiliang rushed up roaringly and soon rushed to the city wall.

"King Yi!" Cheng Zhijie shouted anxiously.

"Wait!" Murong Yi didn't look back and just stared coldly at the army below.

More people have come, and some have even begun to climb towards the damaged place.

Murong Yi silently calculated the number of people in his heart, and felt that it was almost done, so he shouted: "Get up!"

The road leading to the pass was originally flat, but with Murong Yi's sound, a row of sharp wooden stakes suddenly turned up from the ground, and the people who ran to the nearby could not dodge, and immediately they were penetrated to the heart.

At the same time, the ground was already well sunk, and seven pits appeared in a short section of the road, each of which was more than five meters wide, and the length spanned the entire road.

Beiliang comes to provoke every few days, and has long been used to having nothing on the way. At this time, a pit suddenly appeared, and they fell down without any preparation. In an instant, there were only a few miserable wails that continued for a long time.

Since I have dug a pit, how could I not put anything? The sharp antler wood has already spread all over the bottom of the pit. As long as it falls, I can't imagine coming out alive.

The sudden incident happened, and the people of Beiliang who had already run to the city wall were stunned. The big pits behind them were equivalent to blocking their retreat. Now they have no way out except to attack the city.

However, there are only two or three thousand people with only such a small number of people...

"Brothers, the grassland men only move forward and not backward, go up!" The generals who followed him knew that they must not be relieved at this time. They shouted loudly and cheered up their soldiers. Then they waved their long sword and rushed forward the first.

The city wall in front of us has been damaged, and the army behind us has a total of 100,000 people. It will only take a moment to fill the pits. As long as we strive to attack the city, we will naturally have a chance to survive when the large army arrives.
Chapter completed!