Chapter 250: Extreme joy will lead to sadness

When the first person who was almost about to climb to the city, he had joy on his face and planned to step over a small space on the jagged wall in front and reached the city. When he reached the city, two strange people appeared in front of him.

One of them was holding a bamboo tube in his hand, and the other carried the barrel of boiling oil that was still bubbling, which made him a little worried. Because boiling oil was not any iron armor and clothes could block it. And he was sure that no matter where he was scattered on his body, the flesh there would be instantly fried.

The man holding the bamboo tube pointed the bamboo tube at him, holding a very thin pole behind him. Looking at this thing, the soldier who was about to climb the city wanted to laugh.

"How about he use this little thing? Could he use it to smash me? The bamboo pole seems a little thin! No matter what, I was the first to climb to the top of the city, and I was facing only some bows!"

This is something he was happy in his heart, because he was wearing a chain mail, an iron helmet on his head, and a scimitar in his hand and a shield. However, before his joy could turn around in his heart, a disaster happened, which was in line with the allusion of joy that brought sorrow.

An oil arrow formed by the boiling hot oil pounced on his face. Before the instantaneous pain made him faint, he even heard the "waisted" sound of fried from the flesh on his face. Because his eyes were not closed in time, the boiling oil rushed in. "Bapa..." two sounds were the sound of the eyeballs being unable to bear the boiling oil frying and the explosion.

"Oh, Allah!"

The happy soldier who climbed the city first rolled down the ladder. He was struggling heavily and flipped down the ladder with his brothers behind him. When he landed on the ground, his face was frying alive, and the unprecedented severe pain caused him to fall into shock and even die.

"Oh, Allah!"

This is not the exclaim of the soldier just now, but the soldiers under the city who blocked the arrows that were constantly shooting down from his head with their shields, preparing to follow his footsteps to the top of the city.

What kind of face is that? The hot oil flows through the golden color of fried. What makes people worry is that the high temperature even makes the skin blister even when it blisters. The tightly closed eyes show the extreme pain before his death. What flows down the corners of his eyes are some red blood and tears.

"Really, what kind of sin is he supposed to suffer!"

At this moment, another soldier dropped from the city with a long scream and smashed several soldiers who were about to climb the city. I have to say that this person was lucky. When he was shot by the boiling oil in the pen tube, the first boiling oil shot from the oil pine was blocked by him with a shield in time. However, the lubrication shot from the other group was poured on his cheek from the side without the shield.

"Ah...ah..."

Even though he fell down, he broke his leg. But his brain still told him that the nerves behind the fried flesh on his face had been poured into a tight ball with boiling oil. He stared at his eyes and shouted desperately, while the half-cooked flesh on his face was twisted into a ball because of his shouting.

A blind eye with boiling oil was like someone covering a white film.

"Kill me...kill me... I can't stand it... it's hot oil..."

At this time, neither God nor Allah could stop the pain from the skin on his face. He pulled his hands on his face, and the skin that was scalded and cracked, revealing his white forehead and cheekbones. He continued to scream and asked his companions, those soldiers who were about to enter the city, who needed to face these pains, to kill him so that he would not continue to live in such painful situations.

His actions shocked his companions at this time. The younger ones subconsciously moved their steps backwards, and the older ones had already expressed fear at the top of the city wall.

They have seen that they had been fried in the face. In the era of cold weapons, the oil, gray bottles, and heads were commonly used things. Cruelty can be said to be synonymous with the era of cold weapons. But in the past, those things were scooped by buckets and scoops. Often, those were injured through the head or neck of the helmet.

But now, they are shooting in a stream of fire. Not only is they too fast to stop, they even burn wherever they want. One or two soldiers under the city, facing these weapons that hurt people's flesh and blood but do not kill people, began to slow down their pace.

At first I hope others will climb the city first, and then smash themselves down when they are attacked by boiling oil. Although they may break their legs, the pain is much sweeter than the half-cooked ones that are fried into flesh. In the relative world, pain will also become sweet, and the war in this world has made people feel confused.

But facing the greedy barbarians, they are like foolish Mongols who are still foolish to this day. They are moving closer to the United States because of Chinese fakes and the so-called economic growth. Instead of like someone said...

They are said to be ignorant because they wanted to be the dogs of strong people since they started with things like Qiaobashan, but they may not have heard of the saying that the cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked were probably all about the little culture obtained when they invaded the Song Dynasty and drank it as a horse and wine.

The little city lord Ashleff looked at the city from afar, and the arrows shot there were still killing him constantly. Teams of soldiers driven under the cover of shield chariots toward the soldiers under the city wall. However, those soldiers who were brave enough to climb all over the city, for some reason, would jump from above when they were halfway through.

Yes, when the first soldier climbed halfway through, the hot oil that was shot with a huge drop in temperature due to the distance, but when he added a bunch of water to his face, he could drag his injured leg and run back with a shield covering his back, many people saw hope.

Even the new soldiers who arrived felt curious when they saw the soldiers in front of them with bubbles on their faces but retreating happily. Faced with curiosity, he pointed carefully at the faces with a bunch of bubbles, and said in a tone of no intention.

"There are some people spraying hot oil on us with bamboo tubes on it, but as a result... I'm still far away, so... I just fell and injured my leg when I jumped down. But you can see it when I got under the city. The guy whose face was blown up was exposed, even the bones on his face were exposed!"

With such "experience" teaching, they don't want to be fried with boiling oil. The scalding is already painful enough. If you jump down and sprain your ankle, or fall to hurt your legs, it is better than being a corpse that has a face-fried. War has become such a stupid thing because of cruelty.

"What are they doing? They are obviously about to climb to the top of the city, why is this happening!"

The little city lord Ashlever discovered painfully, and his premonition became a reality. Since the two strongholds were completely destroyed, the arrow towers and ladder trucks used for siege were still in the process of re-manufacturing. In the afternoon, the useless may no longer have the opportunity to launch another attack. Especially when there was no cover for the stone thrower, he did not dare to send too large-scale soldiers to act together. It was especially the burial objects of Fire Rain.

Although he had an army of more than 10,000 people, just yesterday's tentative attack and today's siege, he had lost more than 1,500 people. Such losses were something he could not and was unwilling to bear. After all, he still had to face the threats from those city lords, especially the lords of the eastern city lords, after capturing the Aden Fortress, especially the lords of the Aden province.

Therefore, in addition to bribing money, a considerable number of troops must be maintained in case of emergencies.

"Governor, are we going to suspend the siege? First of all, I think we need more strongholds, not too big, just one stone thrower inside, which is safer. In addition, we should also let the soldiers take a breath, and the injured will be treated, after all..."

The little city lord Ashleff looked helplessly at the generals of the city lords around him, including the city lords in the western city. He felt a little embarrassed to stop the troops.

"The suggestions you made are worth considering, but should we first look at the injured soldiers? Let's ask if there are any man-cannibal monsters on the top of the city of the Aden Fortress, so that they will jump off the ladder!"

The old finance minister was alert. Just now, the words of the little city lord Ashleff were faintly threatened. He probably always wanted to kill some people to establish his authority. If the soldiers were not afraid and disrespectful to military laws in the war, the number of troops, no matter how large the army was, they were just a group of mobs.

When the little city lord Ashleff led the lords of the western cities and the old finance minister to see the wounded, they understood that these soldiers had done their best. Faced with such defensive means, it was already a good effort for them to escape.

The half-cooked skin could no longer retain its beard. Not only did the beard, but also all the eyebrows were all taken off. The soldiers with white bones on their foreheads were even more dead, lying straight on the ground. Only the ups and downs of their chests proved that they were living people.

"Most of these soldiers will die. Because the pain of scalding is unbearable to ordinary people. The remaining majority will die from the ulceration of the scalded area. Perhaps only those who survived may be burned at a slightly longer distance. I have worn the blisters on their faces with ponytails. I believe that as long as they keep them cool and dry, they should survive. After the injured legs and feet are grown in the future, they will still serve you!"

The military doctor who was too busy in the camp maintained his due respect when he saw Ashlever, and gave up the wounds he was treating and respectfully reported to him what he had.

"Use hot oil? No wonder... Governor General, we have to find a way to deal with this. I think maybe we can make some face armor..."
Chapter completed!