"Attack." Following Liu Guozhong's order, soldiers from a square formation on the left carried a simple ladder and rushed towards the city wall as if they were desperate.

On the city wall, the tiger sitting on the ground looked disdainfully at the soldiers rushing over from below, "Humph, what kind of combat effectiveness can a group of refugees have? Send the order, put them all in and take aim before shooting, so as to save bows and arrows."

"Yes" the messenger took the order and ran away.

Liu Guozhong's soldiers ran very fast and reached the foot of the city wall in a blink of an eye. They heard a loud shout from the wall: "Fire arrows."

But these people were much stronger than the cannon fodder just used to fill the moat. At least everyone had a wooden board as a shield. The arrow rain on the city was affected, but nearly 200 soldiers were still shot to death, and more people were killed.

Shot in the thigh or instep, they lay helplessly wailing on the battlefield. But at this life-or-death moment, who would come to help them?

Rows of ladders climbed up against the city wall, and the remaining soldiers braved the rain of arrows to climb up the city wall. However, how could the soldiers on the city wall allow them to climb up so easily? Deadly weapons such as rolling logs, pounding stones, gold juice, etc., seemed to

It rained down like raindrops.

Soldiers fell down one after another, but in an instant new soldiers filled their holes and continued to climb up the tower following their footsteps.

"Fire oil." Seeing this situation, the tiger sitting on the city did not bother to hide his trump card. Buckets of kerosene were poured down from the city wall.

Under the city wall, a soldier was covered in kerosene poured from his head. He didn't know what it was, so he put a little bit of it under his nose and smelled it. The smell of rapeseed oil came through, and the soldier suddenly became pale.

Change, "kerosene, run!"

But it was already too late. Sitting Tiger himself drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and a flying arrow with flames hit the jar of kerosene still lying there. In an instant, the fire rose into the sky. Maybe even the sky was covered with fire.

Liu Guozhong was not favored. At this critical moment, a hurricane rose from the ground. The wind helped the fire and the fire took advantage of the wind. None of the soldiers surrounded by the sea of ​​fire ran away, and they were all swallowed up by the flames.

The soldiers in the sea of ​​​​fire struggled desperately. Some rolled on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but unexpectedly there was more kerosene on the ground. Not only did the flames fail to be extinguished, but the fire grew bigger and bigger. Some rushed directly in.

The crowd seemed to want to seek help from their comrades, but they also set them on fire.

In the sea of ​​​​fire under the city wall, Liu Guozhong could hear the screams clearly even though he was far away from the city wall, but his expression did not waver. Finally, the screams became weaker and weaker, and figures in the sea of ​​​​fire gradually fell.

On the ground, even though the fire on his body burned even more intensely, it never moved.

After the fire stopped, Liu Guozhong, who had been watching, finally said, "Next team." Hearing the cold tone made the ordering soldier feel frightened.

Another battalion of soldiers was driven up crying and shouting. They had just witnessed the tragic situation of the previous battalion of soldiers, but they were unable to change the real situation and could only be forced to move forward by knives. Their lives were not worth mentioning.

An hour later, their bodies were also lying at the foot of the city wall. Their blood dyed the ground red. Perhaps the grass under the city wall will grow even more vigorously in the coming year.

"Next team"

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Dusk fell, and the soldiers on the city wall no longer had any strength. The archers' arms could no longer be lifted due to the long time of shooting. There were not many bows and arrows left, and the arrow rain became sparse. Rolling logs, thunder stones, and gold juice could be thrown.

They were all thrown away. At the foot of the city wall, the corpses of soldiers were so densely intertwined that there was no place to stay.

Liu Guozhong looked unwillingly at the city wall that was still strong, but he believed that this time tomorrow, this city would belong to him.

"withdraw troops"

Liu Guozhong's army slowly retreated until they set up camp five miles away from the city.

"Send people to search the nearby people and continue to attack the city tomorrow." Liu Guozhong ordered.

"Yes" The generals under my command understand this man's temper and dare not resist, otherwise they will die.

In Wenxi County, Si Dihu was inspecting the military camp. After a day's battle, he actually did not lose many soldiers. The most he lost were bows and arrows, rolling logs, stones, etc. However, he still looked heavy. He was beaten by Liu Guozhong during the day.

The attitude of treating human life as nothing was suppressed.

Although Si Dihu also kills people, he kills people to rob property, that is, robbing money is the ultimate goal, and killing people is just incidental. But Liu Guozhong is different, Liu Guozhong is a madman. He is completely enjoying the fun of killing, he is doing it for

Killing and killing. Maybe he has regarded killing as a means of daily stress relief.

After all, he was careless, "Go and invite the master."

The moon is above the willow branches, and people are meeting after dusk. However, tonight is not so poetic and picturesque.

An undercover whistle was lying in the grass and observing the road ahead. Suddenly, a big hand covered his mouth, and a dagger was wiped across his throat. The undercover whistle fell down without making a sound.

"Is this the last one?"

"Yes, this is the last one."

"Hurry and report to the boss."

"Yes." A figure quickly flashed out of the darkness and walked through the grass to sit in front of the sitting tiger.

"Thank you, everything has been resolved." The figure lowered his voice.

"Okay," Zuodihu sneered, "Brothers, fight with me." After saying that, he took the lead and fought out. Thousands of figures behind him jumped out and followed Zuodihu towards Liu Guozhong's military camp.

Liu Guozhong's camp was brightly lit at the moment. Some of the soldiers were sleeping, but most of them were gambling. In a remote corner of the camp, there was a long queue outside a barracks. Everyone was holding up their pants as if they were going to the toilet.

But inside the barracks, the woman's screams never stopped.

All the soldiers were relaxing and venting. The tragedy of the war during the day had obviously caused great psychological pressure on them. Everyone hoped to vent their inner fears in this way. Liu Guozhong obviously understood this and was very concerned about everyone.

The demons in the camp were dancing wildly, and they all turned a blind eye and never asked. But it was obvious that tonight, he had to pay a bloody price for his indulgence.

When the Sitting Tigers led their army to Liu Guozhong's camp, the soldiers in the camp obviously didn't get the slightest warning. They all looked blankly at the getting closer and closer army of Sitting Tigers. By the time they were done, the Sitting Tigers army had already killed them.

They finally reacted when they touched their necks. However, what they thought about was not holding the knife and resisting, but throwing the knife away and running away.

The army of Sitting Tigers immediately pursued the deserters into the depths of the camp, killing people and setting fires everywhere.
Chapter completed!