"Xu Ganyong, why are you delaying? We don't have enough people at all!" Others shouted.

Xu Maoxiu looked at the surge below the city, and at the arrows and stones that kept flying.

"We burn the city!" he said.

The warehouse was kicked open indiscriminately, and broken baskets of dust were thrown at it. Fan Jianglin raised his hand to block the two blasts.

"Is there any oil in this?" he shouted.

Xu Maoxiu rushed in and started rummaging, and the other three people followed him in, scolding Shi Fang while rummaging around.

Because Fang Shijin escaped early, all the soldiers and civilians in the fortress followed him, making it very inconvenient for them to find things.

"Quick, quick, move out anything that can ignite. There is no time. There is no time." Fan Jianglin urged.

Soon oil tanks were placed at the city gate, and surrounding houses were also sprayed with water on the streets.

"Let's go, let's go." Fan Jianglin shouted when he saw that it was almost done.

The few people who could not wait at the city gate rushed down. Among them, three or four people could not escape the attack of arrows and stones, and died on the city gate ladder.

The Western thieves have already begun to knock on the door, hitting everyone's heart one after another.

"Light the fire, light the fire." Fan Jianglin shouted, throwing down the torch, the flames rose, and he saw Xu Maoxiu rushing towards the city wall.

"Lao San, what are you doing!" he shouted.

"No, it's not enough for an hour. I have to work hard for a while longer. I can't waste my efforts and fall short!" Xu Maoxiu shouted, while talking, he climbed up the city wall and moved away the scattered crossbows.

Fan Jianglin cheered and followed up. Xu Bangchui and others, who had already followed the others on horseback, looked back and followed without hesitation.

Fully ten heavy crossbows were placed on the city wall.

"Go to hell you bitches!" Xu Bangchui shouted, loosening his bowstring.

At the same time, Xu Maoxiu and others also loosened their bow strings, and shot out a shower of arrows with a loud buzzing sound.

There was a wailing sound under the city gate, and the movement of hitting the door came to a standstill.

"Go, go." Fan Jianglin shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Maoxiu, who was standing beside him, reached out and grabbed him and pushed him.

"What's wrong?" Fan Jianglin fell to the ground and shouted loudly. He looked up and saw Xu Maoxiu looking at him, his eyes widening as if in disbelief.

What's wrong? What happened?

"Third brother!"

A heartbreaking sound sounded, and the brothers around him rushed over.

Xu Maoxiu felt that everything around him had slowed down. He looked down at the arrow on his chest, an arrow with flesh and blood. The arrows of the West Thieves were always vicious and twisted the flesh.

He was injured by this arrow last time, so he developed a malignant sore on the way to escape.

Last time...this time it's still...

Xu Maoxiu couldn't help but smile.

It's a disease, not life, so why can't it be cured?

So this is fate.

If you don't have this kind of fame and career in your life, you just don't have it, no matter how hard you try, you won't.

Being able to die on the battlefield, dying like this, is enough.

"Tell her not to feel bad."

Xu Maoxiu looked at the increasingly blurred faces of his brothers, murmured, and fell down the city wall.

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Chapter completed!