On the broken bricks and tiles that fell down one by one, they fell from the high wall. The one who was loyal to the Lord of Kailimu was dizzy when they came to their senses, but they could see groups of people running over and running in the front. At this time, they were raising their hands and throwing grenades. It was not only him who threw thunder. He and the people behind him threw grenades into the entire yard.

“Run…”

The dizzy defender turned around and ran to the building desperately. That was the place where he could resist the enemy artillery fire in front of him. The defenders on the wall and the defenders on the stairs knew that the troops coming from outside were siegeing the city according to their master, Lord Kailimu, as long as they defended the city, the enemy here would never cause trouble for them again.

However, before they took a few steps, the thrown grenade exploded with scorching flames and shrapnel flying under their feet. The grenades produced by Zhao Xu had mastered the method of prefabricated fragments, just like the "Shocking Thunder" that Zhao Fubo first used. When they stuffed the projectiles directly into the clay, they became smooth-looking shells, but the prefabricated fragments were fixed in the porcelain pieces.

"Boom boom boom..."

In the explosion, the soldiers in the yard were quickly killed by attackers who swarmed up. Although the door of the building was topped with wooden pillars from inside, the cluster grenades shattered the wooden door in one go. The helpless defenders had to fight with the people outside. They waved the same general sword and issued the same Arabic curse. The person in his hand was slashed in the same armor as him, and even the blood was the blood of the same race.

It is impossible not to say that these Mamluk cavalry all have a tragic fate. They are foreign children abducted. They have no ability to pass on their family line. Moreover, as Arabs who purchased and used them, they do not agree that they are the only people of their own nation. They are just the governors. The Sudans have no nationalism, but the world does not accept them, such a warrior without nations. What a sad situation it would be.

Nationalism may sound derogatory, but in fact, it is impossible for a nation without nationalism to exist for a long time in this world. Although extreme nationalism is of course evil, people without nationalism are often not suitable for survival in this world where nationalism is common.

Accompanied by screams, as well as the falling body and the splashed blood, the several yards were quickly cleared under the arrangement of Zhao Wuji, and the archers rushed up the upper floor of the nearby courtyard and began to attack the mansion guarded by the Lord of Kailimu. Before the attack, facing the last courtyard guarded by the Lord of Kailimu, Zhao Wuji listened carefully to the sound of artillery fire at the city gate and was a little confused, because the sound of artillery fire there seemed to have become sparse.

"This is really strange... Could it be... Did He Qi and Gao Lin surrender in the two bastards?"

When thinking about this, Zhao Wuji was shocked and sweated. He hurriedly ordered the officers who had 500 musketeers around him to take the musketeers back to the palace with the musketeers. He knew that these musketeers were his son's treasures. Until now, Berzaro had consumed the whole city's strength and could not be copied. If the city was broken, then the musketeers would still be of some use to guard the palace.

Before he was preparing to attack the mansion of the Lord of Kailimu, he went up to the top of a tall building, and used a telescope to look at the city walls on both sides, and the fire that had burned into the sky, the shouts of killing became deafening. The city wall attacked by Azam Tulansha Sultan. The fire on the other side was still exploding flames. When Zhao Wuji looked at it, the city wall slowly collapsed in the flames under his eyes.

"It's over, the city of Bershallo is broken..."

With some despair, Zhao Wuji looked at the mansion of the Lord Kailimu City, and a strong anger filled his heart.

"Hmph, Kailimu, do you want to be Zhao Fubo's father-in-law? I think you should go to the King of Hell to ask if he is allowed to be."

The emotions caused by the anger made him take a few steps to quickly go down the stairs to the ground and then take people to attack the palace of Kailimu City Lord. At this time, the Lord Kailimu City Lord had already heard the sound of the collapse of the city wall, and the excitement in his heart immediately rose.

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? The city wall has collapsed, we..."

While he was shouting excitedly, the sound of "raindrop cannon" fired from the dark corner opposite, the shotgun blocked the upper part of the city wall. The live-fire shells attacked the lower part of the city wall. The high and excited city lord Kailimu was penetrated by a lead bullet and his body's armor was blocked. The excited shouting was blocked back to his chest. He sat down the remaining wall and fell down the remaining wall.

Looking up at the sky, which still looked bright and bright under the fire, he felt that his life was passing by. To him, it was not important that his mansion had his own children. Even if he died in the future, they could still be brothers and sisters of the governor of the Cote Province, and they still had a precious and safe life.

He believed that his son Abdul Martini was smarter than him, and he also understood that his daughter Eliya was smarter than him

"Oh, if I hadn't been confused for this whole life, Sanniang wouldn't have died if it weren't for my confusion at the time. I hope that the boy from the Zhao family would not blame my son for this."

While he was thinking in his heart, his subordinates were already violently colliding with Zhao Wuji's subordinates led by him. Lord Kailimu knew that perhaps his subordinates would not be able to defend until the arrival of the army outside the city. He was just worried that his family in the mansion would die in the subsequent battle?

"Kelimu...you a slut...if it wasn't for you..."

Zhao Wuji's angry roar reached the wall, which cheered up the spirit of the City Lord Kailimu, who had already shed a lot of blood and could no longer worry about his family.

"Zhao Wow-Ki? If it weren't for you and your son, I would have become the governor of the Cote Province. If you are still scolding here, you would be too unreasonable."

Thinking of this in his heart, the Lord Kailimu stood up with a knife and looked at the crowd fighting under the wall. He tried his best to roar at the bottom.

"Zhao Wuji, you bastards, where are you?"

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