A burst of Xianbei curses from the Helan tribe sounded at the top of the city. Xiang Mi sneered and looked over the top of the city, saying, "I dare not fight, I only dare to use these manure to stop my grandfather's attack. Okay, you will splash manure, grandpa will add some rootless water to you!"

As he said, he pulled his belt, the entire skirt and armor and pants were all taken off, and the head of the city suddenly became extremely quiet. All the soldiers of the Helan tribe opened their mouths wide and looked at the Han people outside the city incredibly. They took out their affairs and sprayed a flying spring towards the yellow golden soup and dark red iron juice ten steps before.

The yellow and white spring, which was full of flavor, suddenly aroused a burst of sparks when it touched the iron juice. The iron juice, which was originally sticky as rice paste, stimulated the urine. The iron juice of about half a foot in radius solidified into iron blocks. Even the yellow golden soup was condensed in this iron block, visible to the naked eye.

A few tiny bits of molten iron poured out a few steps away. Less than five steps in front of Xiang Mi, a small hole the size of a little finger was burned on the ground. Soon, with a gust of wind, a few smears of sand filled it up, as if everything was as before.

Xiang Mi lifted his pants, turned around and said to the soldiers with wide eyes behind him, "Did you see it? Brothers, we can find a way if we don't have water. What kind of smelly feces are used to mix them in the moat in the moat. Let's use urine to level the moat. Everyone is talking about it!"

Before he could finish his words, more than 200 people threw away the weapons in their hands and rushed to Xiang Mi. Everyone stood consciously at Xiang Mi less than a step ahead, and took out the trouble one after another. At the golden molten iron a few steps away, bursts of water guns were bursting out.

In front of the "moat" filled with stench and death just now, hundreds of bright water guns flowed into the river. A stream of urine smell became less unpleasant than the smell of the people who were vomiting just now. As the urine shot into the golden iron juice, the sticky and dark red iron juice turned into yellow and black pig iron blocks. Because the iron juice flowed across the river, the lit plants and clothes were gradually extinguished. In just a few minutes, the place more than 200 steps wide in the city tower actually condensed into a piece of iron covered on the ground.

A roar rang out from the city wall: "Hurry, stop them quickly, and never let them cross the Jintang..."

With these calls, more than a hundred Yan army archers rushed to the battlement, raised their bows and arrows, and were about to shoot outside!

With a "woosh", a blood hole suddenly appeared in his throat by the Yan army archer who rushed to the city wall. He grabbed the arrow shaft that had penetrated his throat weakly, leaned forward, and flipped down from the already smashed skeleton. It was unbiased and fell into the still hot golden soup under the city wall. In just a few dozen seconds, just like the soldiers of the Jin army before, the skin was broken, the flesh was destroyed, and the bones were destroyed, and even the root hair was left.

Xu Chite laughed and stood less than five steps behind the soldiers who continued to shoot out of the Feiquan with iron juice. For archers of his level of 50 or 60 steps, even with his eyes closed, the flying stones on the city tower had already destroyed most of the fortifications and city certificates, so that the Yan army archers who rushed out had almost no protection. Although they had a bit of a height advantage, compared with the arrow gods of the magic arrow camp that had been prepared under the city, it was a completely one-sided massacre.

Only the "swoosh" sound was heard endlessly. The hundreds of archers brought by Xu Chite, who had not gained the opportunity to perform, finally found a chance to show their strength. They gritted their teeth and tears, poured the frustration and hatred that they had when they witnessed their relatives and comrades' death and were powerless in the arrows in their hands, and even exerted a faster firing rate and stronger power than usual. The more than a hundred archers of the Yan army released no more than ten arrows, and they killed one arrow. Soon, there were no crossbows shooting outwards on the city!

In this moment, the Jin army, who was peeing, had advanced more than ten steps forward, and the reinforcements brought by Lu Jiuling began to line up in teams.

Where they stood was wet, coquettish pig iron blocks, which were splashed with the urine of the sergeants in front of them. Many of them could even feel the heat from the soles of their feet through the soles of their boots...

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After all, this is the form of a solidified iron block that has just changed from an iron juice state. Although it doesn't take half a life to get stuck like before, it will still make people feel scared. If everyone hadn't come forward together and just let people go one by one, this would probably not be able to achieve such an effect. At least, the distance between urine may not be several steps away, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

Xiang Mi carried a big horse-slashing sword on her shoulder. Later, she walked back to the ground. Xu Chite and others had already put down the big bow in their hands and stationed the arrows on the string. Once they found someone emerging from the city, they would immediately shoot more than ten fast arrows, killing any enemy's attempt to probe the head invisibly. The Jin army under the city was still advancing step by step for the camp, and it was getting closer and closer to the city wall and gate.

Xiang Mi slowly put down the big knife in his hand and began to inhale deeply. The skin on his face and neck became redder with the breathing. The heat sprayed between the seven orifices and the sweat mist around him gradually wanted to cover him. He looked back at the hundreds behind him and had already pulled down the ground. He clasped the big knife, battle axe, hand hammer and other melee weapons in both hands. The armored infantry armed to his teeth grinned: "Brothers, this time we won't climb the city wall, and rush in directly through the city gate. Are you afraid?"

The soldiers behind them burst into a roar: "Don't leave any chickens and dogs, let go and kill them!"

Xiang Mi slowly pulled down and said, "Let's kill!"

Behind the city gate, Helanlu stood behind a pile of sandbags blocking the city gate. Behind him, beside him, there were more than ten military formations in Weng City. Two or three thousand bright spear tips pointed directly outside the city gate. The wall made of sandbags was shaking slowly. It was obviously the result of the sandbags being pulled out. The fine grains of sand were flowing down rapidly, and every twitch would be heard from the gap from the gap, the Jin soldiers on the other side outside the city gate were getting closer and louder and louder. Even the soldiers of the Helan tribe couldn't help but breathe rapidly and their heartbeats were accelerating!
Chapter completed!