This is a good opportunity to end the battle. There is no need to think about it with your brain. The Liao army is full of morale and full of energy. It does not require the command of Yelu Bodhisattva. They also know what to do, and waved the scimitar and rushed forward desperately.

"The city is broken! Kill the southern people!"

"Kill all the people in the South and rob all the men's property, forcing the women in the South to suffer!"

"The silk, wine, and women of the southerners are all from the warriors of the Great Liao Dynasty!"

After the city was broken, he returned to all the wealth in the city, including the beautiful women, were the spoils of the Liao army. Who would not be happy? Who would not fight to the death?

If it falls behind and cannot even catch the soup, the Liao army will use all its strength to rush forward, and must break through Guixin City and turn everything in Guixin City into Liao's land.

The Liao army was crowded with people, with shoulders and shoulders, crowded with people, as dense as straw in the rice fields, with greedy light in their eyes. Looking at the Song people on the ice city, it was like hunters looking at prey.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Qi Dabao, Huangfu Song and Zheng Tai shouted loudly, directing the heroes of the Guixin Army, Ding Zhuang and Qiyun Club to fight.

"Commander Wu, is it OK?" Zheng Tai asked loudly.

"No, it's more dense! The more dense it is, the better!" Wu Ji looked at the surging Liao army, with a calm face, without any panic.

The Liao army rushed up and greeted them with stones, bows and arrows, swords and swords. The converts army on the Ice City, heroes and the people resisted hard. The Liao army rushed up more and more and more densely.

"It's almost done!"

Wu Ji judged the situation and knew that it was time to use his trump card, so he ordered loudly: "Pi Lie Bullet, get ready! Throw it!"

At this moment, the important task of resisting the Liao army was mainly carried out by the Congxin Army, the heroes of Qiyun Club, Ding Zhuang, and the throwing of thunderbolts could only be handed over to the people. In order not to make mistakes, with the Wu military craftsmen as the core, they made thunderbolts and were particularly familiar with thunderbolts and would not make mistakes.

Wu Ji gave the order, holding a torch in his left hand and a thunderbolt in his right hand, ignited it, and threw it hard at the Liao army under the ice wall.

There were five or six hundred people ordered to throw the thunderbolt bombs, Wu Qing, Yang Xiu, Ding Zhuang, Qiao Dayuan, and Li Bofu of Wujiazhuang, all of them were there. The thunderbolt bombs in their hands drew a beautiful arc and landed in the Liao army.

Hundreds of thunderbolt bombs crossed the sky, weaving a beautiful fire net, which was particularly conspicuous and covered the Liao army.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One after another, a loud bang came, and balls of fire flashed, the earth shook, and the earth shook and the earth was trembling.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The screams of the Liao army before death were heard. I don’t know how many Liao army were injured and how many Liao army were killed. I saw broken limbs, broken internal organs, cracked bones, shattered flesh and blood...splattered everywhere. The living limbs danced in the air, outlining a tragic scene from the abyss of hell.

Every time the explosion occurs, several people will be killed and injured. Hundreds of thunderbolt bombs will be blown up in one go. The consequences are quite serious, and their lethality is far beyond Wu Ji's expectations.

After the explosion stopped, I saw corpses on the ground, broken limbs on the ground, and the ice and snow were no longer white, but turned red. The surging blood kept flowing, gathering into red streams, surging on the ice and snow.

As the blood surged, there were broken flesh and blood floating, like a river carrying weeds and mud.

This is a strange and terrifying painting that is extremely strange and shocking. It has never been seen or seen. Even Wu Ji, the initiator, has never seen such a fierce war painting. Smelling the strong bloody smell in the air that makes people sick, Wu Ji's eyes widened, his mouth widened, and he became petrified directly.

This is so shocking!

Both sides of the war, whether it was the Converted Army or the Liao Army, stopped at the same time, looked at the tragic scenes, and they all turned into statues.

The Liao army was too concentrated, which was conducive to the power of the firearms, and the casualties were severe, which was shocking. The originally dense crowd suddenly turned into an open space, with no people, only broken limbs and broken arms.

Such a strange thing was like a magical wave of God's hand. For the Liao army, it was an incomprehensible supernatural force. Everyone was stunned. Standing in the local area, his eyes were turned even if he could not move.

"Long live the Song Dynasty!"

The first thing he realized was Wu Ji. Although he had never seen such a tragic picture of war, he was a modern man after all, and he could understand it. He waved his arms and shouted.

As he said, as long as the thunder bombs are endless, he can defend the City of Guixin. Now, this is an iron-like fact. Under this round of explosion, the Liao army suffered five or six hundred casualties. Although the Liao army has the advantage of military strength, it cannot resist such bombing.

"Long live the Song Dynasty!"

The Returned Army, the people, and the heroes of Qiyun Club woke up to Wu Ji's roar. They were all overjoyed, waved their arms and yelled.

I originally thought that the Liao army had entered the city and Guixin City was about to fall. Although Wu Ji's guarantee, they were still skeptical and dared not believe it all. After all, such a thing has never happened. Facts are better than words, and the scene in front of me proved that Wu Ji's judgment was extremely correct. How could they not be happy? How could they not be excited?

Everyone's face was filled with joy, and everyone's eyes were flashing with excitement, and they kept jumping to vent their joy.

In contrast to the joy of the Song army, the Liao army's face was pale and their eyes were full of fear, and they looked at the people on the city like a devil. They didn't understand why there was such an incredible change.

"Wu Ji, what did you do?" Yelu Bodhisattva asked with courage, his voice trembled, and he asked.

At this time, Yelu Bodhisattva's courage disappeared. His face was pale, his body was trembling, his speech was stuttering, his eyes were full of horror, his legs were shaking, and he was almost wet his pants.

It’s not that he is timid, but that this kind of thing is far beyond his cognition and has given him a supernatural supernatural event.

Wu Ji saw the shocked look of Bodhisattva Yelu, and couldn't help but think of it, raised his hands, and prayed loudly to the sky: "The Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the Supreme Lord, please bring disaster to Liaogou and let them die! Hurry up and follow the law!"

Looking at Yelu Bodhisattva, he looked fierce and shouted: "Listen to Liaogou, I have learned a magic trick that can ignite the sky thunder to kill you. Hehe, Thunder God and Lightning Mother, drop the thunder quickly."

He waved his right hand and shouted: "Thunderbolt bullet, throw it!"

Wu Qing, Yang Xiuxiu and the others hurriedly threw out thunderbolts, and another earth-shaking loud noise killed some Liao soldiers, and pits appeared on the ground.

"Wu Ji, you are lying. Isn't this a thunderbolt?" Yelu Bodhisattva was a little disbelief and boldly started asking.

"Hehe!" Wu Ji smiled in a very sinister way, pointing at Yelu Bodhisattva and mocking: "Liaogou, you are so stupid. Do you know what thunder bullet is? thunder is thunder. I am making it by collecting divine thunder. Look, I attract a large piece of divine thunder and kill you all!"

At that time, he still believed in the affairs of gods and immortals. The Song Dynasty believed in Taoism, and later Song Huizong practiced Taoism. The Khitan was originally a nomadic people, believed in primitive religions, and even praised the gods. Yelu Bodhisattva did not believe in Wu Ji's words, and also believed in eight points. He couldn't help but retreat, his face turned pale, and he asked with trembling and trembling: "Really?"

"Fake it! Come and try it!"

Wu Ji's answer made him confused, but he didn't have the courage to try it. He called out to his mother and turned around and ran away.

"Chasing! Close the city gate first!"

Wu Ji gave a loud order and jumped off the ice city first.

The Returned Army and the people all jumped off the ice city like crowing roosters and joined the ranks of chasing the Liao army.

"Kill all the Liao dogs!"

“Avenge your brothers and sisters!”

The Guixin Army, the people roared while chasing. Just now, the Liao army was thinking about good things and wanted to razed Guixin City to the ground and turn the wealth in Guixin City into the Liao army. After a while, they turned around. They were only concerned about escaping, while the Song army, the people were chasing them like tigers going down the mountain.

"The Southerners can help the divine thunder, run away quickly!"

"Escape quickly. If you don't run away, you will be dead!"

The Liao army fled, roaring in horror, and its voice trembled, which shows the uneasiness in its heart.

At this time, the Liao army was like a frightened rabbit, just rushing to escape, and everyone was frightened. The place they wanted to go the most was the city gate, rushing towards the city gate like a tide. Soon, the city gate was crowded with people, like headless flies, and squeezed out of the city.

"Thunderbolt bullets, throw them!"

At this moment, a sound that seemed to come from hell began to sound. Wu Ji led the Converted Army to chase after him, and the thunderbolt bullet in his hand threw it at them.

There were too many Liao troops at the gate of the city, too dense. After a shocking explosion, the Liao army turned into broken limbs and broken bones.

The city gate was an escape gate. Despite the heavy casualties, the Liao army did not stop at all and rushed over.

Zheng Tai, Huangfu Song, Qi Dabao and others all understood that they would definitely get a good harvest by recovering the city gate first, and then closing the door and beating the dog. At this time, the Liao army was already brave and was a good opportunity to kill the Liao army. They hurriedly commanded people to rush over, throwing the thunder bullets over, causing heavy casualties and injuries to the Liao army.

Without Wu Ji's order, the Converted Army knew what to do. Li Mingchu roared, rushed over, came to the city gate, threw the sword of the caps, and began to push the city gate, preparing to close it.

The Converted Army rushed to help, and dozens of Converted Army soldiers pushed the heavy city gate and gradually closed.

"Quick, take the city gate!"

"You can't let the Southern people shut!"

The Liao soldiers looked at the city gate that was constantly closing, and were frightened. The city gate was their only way to live. If the city gate was closed, they would not escape.

Death and hope can give people endless power. The Liao army waved a scimitar and rushed over to take back the city gate. However, what was greeted were thunder bullets, bows and arrows, and thunder bullets. The bows and arrows were sharp, the thunder bullets were sharp, and the thunder bullets were fierce. No matter how they attacked, they could not reach the city gate. They could only watch the city gates closed little by little.

"boom!"

The city gates were closed, and the Liao army's last path was cut off.
Chapter completed!