The city defenses of Mulu City have been completely destroyed. The former tall and majestic city walls have become flat ground. The huge fortification group established in the city based on the terrain has also turned into ruins due to the continuous attacks of the Tang army by the Tang army for several days.

With the Tiger Guards and the Yulin Army rushed into the city in large numbers, and the battle reached a white-hot stage.

The rain was heavy, and the water in the city was flowing, pools were everywhere, and the bumpy ground would splash out large splashes of water every step. When the splashes turned into blood and the corpses filled the potholes, the Tiger Guards and Yulin Army had already entered the city for a long time.

Before today, the Dashi Guards could still rely on various fortifications of different sizes and sizes to take advantage of them, and repel the Tang army rushing in front of them again and again, causing the latter to suffer a large number of casualties and leave many bodies behind.

At this time, the fortress became a pile of gravel, the walls were replaced by mud, the magic circle was already dim, and the fight between the soldiers on both sides became fair, and all the monks who roared and shouted exchanged their lives with each other with their flesh and blood.

Teams of Tang soldiers held up their shields and shuttled through the city, running, leaping, and rushing. They were agile, steady and fierce inches of steps. They split or merged, captured inch by inch of street, killed one stone step after another, occupied one high ground after another, and crossed one corpse after another.

The raindrops were like beans, hitting their armor, disintegrating into small pieces, making a crisp sound. The long sword drew a sharp arc in front of them, cutting the rain curtain into two sections. The knife's aura was buzzing like a crane's cry, and it went straight into the heart through the eardrum, making people's heart beat faster and blood radiated.

The spear pierced into the enemy's chest, and when it was pulled out, a semi-circular blood spring flew away, colliding with countless raindrops. It splashed on the faces of the Tang army monks, warm and sticky. After licking it, it was so salty that it made people smile with a hideous and cruel smile.

The tight formations and battle formations were steadily advancing everywhere like ox carts, strangling all the enemies in front of them as meticulously as machinery, until they encountered the same powerful military formation, with close forces connected, flesh and blood flying, magic and magic came out, and gravels were like waterfalls.

In the end, some people continued to move forward with their wounds, some fell into the blood and could no longer stand up. The scattered formation did not have time to adjust, so they faced other opponents.

Some people collapsed the walls of the house and were buried by them; some people fell into the cold mud, and blood spread under them, gathered with the water, flowing far along the ditch; some people embedded in the stone wall, with broken bones and broken tendons, outlining a complete human form.

Someone hugged his opponent and buried his head between the other party's neck, fell to the ground, rolling and never letting go, until he bit off the other party's throat with his teeth, pierced the sea of ​​Qi by the other party's dagger, rolled down from the slope with the other party, becoming two inseparable corpses.

Some people had red eyes and rushed forward like a manta bull, knocking and killing many people, until wounding wounds all over their bodies, their faces were as bad as paper, and blood was dry from the wound, and they also widened their eyes when they knelt down.

Some people are flexibly like phantoms, wandering around the broken walls. Every time they pause, an opponent will inevitably fall. Every time they speed up again, they will inevitably run towards the next target. Until a sharp arrow pierces the rain curtain, penetrates his neck, takes his body out, and nails it to the tree trunk beside them.

Someone stood at a high place to perform magic. Before a spell was finished, a sharp blade, a foot-long blade cut through the rain curtain and cut him into two pieces in half.

Someone was running around under the street wall, staring at a spellcaster casting monk on the broken wall. Just as he was about to jump up and take a killing attack, he was killed by the ambush who burst behind the low wall.

The sky is hazy in the gloomy sky, and the Mulu City is filled with spiritual light in the heavy rain. Looking from the Chang'an ship, it looks like a bright sea of ​​stars, like fireflies on summer nights, like waves on the sea, like lights on camps, and with the foam of salt ponds.

Li Ye stood at the head of the ship, looking at the railing, with a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

The Chang'an armored font under his feet will suddenly shake back when every round of volleys of magic guns. The impact force brought by the majestic spiritual energy gives people great perception and satisfaction, even better than riding a horse and raising a spear, and sweeping across the battle formation.

In front of the Chang'an ship, King Qi and the eldest son Siming led the great monks of the Tang Dynasty to fight fiercely with the great monks of the Great Food led by Malun. One side was like a group of geese, rising and falling, and the offensive was fierce; the other side was like an eagle, falcon, traveling like lightning, and attacking Ling Lie.

Without Li Ye personally commanding anything, the Changan ship also knows how to fight. The main gun on the deck and the side stringed secondary gun, every time the position is adjusted, a long whip composed of spiritual light columns is squeezing towards the direction where Malen is.

After many days of fierce fighting, the great monks and the Chang'an ships have become more and more skilled in cooperation. They know where to stand, how to change the queue, and how to maximize the killing of the opponent without being accidentally injured by magic guns.

Mallen and others also had an increasing understanding of the Chang'an ship. For example, he was very clear now that the magic guns of the Chang'an ship could not move at the moment of launch. Whenever the great monks of the Tang Dynasty suddenly changed their position, the magic guns on the Chang'an ship had to be fired in a salvo and must dodge as soon as possible.

But knowing this, the great monks who could not let the Great Shishi do not suffer any casualties when facing the Chang'an ship. More than 100 magic cannons on the Chang'an ship decided that as long as it roared, the great monks of the Great Shishi will inevitably suffer injuries.

Such a battle was very painful for Malen. The great monks suffered a lot of casualties every day. If he had not had his extraordinary cultivation level, he could withstand many magic gun attacks, and he could also cause a lot of trouble for the great monks of the Tang Dynasty. The great monks of the Great Food would have suffered a lot of casualties and could not bear to fight again.

In order to delay the fall of Mulu City as much as possible, the price Mall paid was heavy.

When he went out to fight today, Malun saw Li Ye standing at the head of the Chang'an ship, looking calm like watching the scenery, and knew that in the other party's heart, the Tang army would definitely capture Mulu City today. The situation was controlled by the opponent, which made Malun very angry, so he attacked fiercely since he went out to fight.

But the situation is stronger than that of the human being. He fought for several days, and his injuries were not good enough. His strength was no longer much like before the Chang'an ship appeared. The combination of King Qi and the eldest son Siming was in danger for a while before, but now he can fight him for twenty or thirty rounds.

Mall's heart was burning, especially after every battle, when he saw Li Ye's calm look, he felt even more uncomfortable. On several occasions, he wanted to rush over at any cost and capture Li Ye here. However, the magic cannon was extremely powerful, and he was not only in vain for every effort, but also caused the great monks under his command to be killed and injured.

Just after Wei Shi, Li Ye took his sight from Mulucheng and said to Malen: "Mulucheng is already in my hands. If you don't leave, you're afraid you won't be able to leave."

Upon hearing this, Mullen's heart was shocked, and he quickly turned around and his face turned pale.

Above the other side of Mulu City, the magic cannons on the B-font of the Chang'an ship were fired in a volley, and long whips were thrown off, slamming the last area of ​​Mulu City defended by the Dashi Guards to an unrecognizable face. Countless monks turned into powder on the spot, and countless monks were even exploding into the air by the air, with gravel like rain and smoke and dust like clouds.

The great monks who originally restrained the Chang'an Ship's B-font were already left with few combat power.

With the cooperation of the Chang'an ship, the Tang army in the city was as powerful as a rainbow, attacking the last city like a tide.

At this moment, Mulun knew that Mulu City had been broken and he had to leave.

"You are cruel!" He stared at Li Ye fiercely, and Malen was not vague and pulled away. He was so angry that he flew out for a while, and couldn't help but turn around and leave a provocative sentence, "The next time you and I will meet again, it is when you are driven away by me like a dog!"

Li Ye shrugged and signaled that he didn't care, but laughed and teased. Only then did Malen realize that his last words were equivalent to admitting that he was driven away by Li Ye like a dog, and his face was as dark as ink.

"Retreat!" Malen flew over Mulu City and ordered the great monks and the guards in the city.

As soon as this order was released, the monks of the Great Food were relieved, and many people couldn't help crying with joy. Since the Chang'an ship appeared, they have been fighting in hell and were overwhelmed by the Tang army. Now they can finally escape from this purgatory, which is all very grateful.

Seeing that his soldiers were like this and his morale, Mullen's eyes became even more gloomy.

The Mulu City defense line was not able to last for a month and a half, and his strategic goal was not achieved. Because of the appearance of the Chang'an ship, the casualties of the great monks were far beyond expectations, and the battles in the future would inevitably be much more difficult than speculated.

Fortunately, the time difference is only a few days, and Mulu City was not too early to be compromised.

After evacuating from Mulu City, seeing that the morale of the monks of the Guards was low, Mallen felt that he had to boost his morale, so he insincerely ordered Xi Luchi: "Tell the soldiers that the first batch of monks and supplies who set out from Nisa City and other places had already arrived in the Eastern Realm day and night, and would arrive in the pre-determined area in advance later.

"Everyone who guards the Mulu City defense line will make contributions. When the supplies come up, I will double the reward. The downward battle will allow everyone to get rest time.

"Although the Chang'an ship is powerful, there are only two. The Tang army has fewer soldiers. The longer the front line, the more dispersed the troops, the more difficult the supply of materials, the weaker the combat power will be. When the millions of cultivators are recruited, we have some ways to avoid the real and attack the virtual, and to detour in the vast area, making the Tang army exhausted!

"With the blessing of the true god, when I recover my injuries completely, as long as I arrange it properly and deal with a Chang'an ship is no problem. If the monks work together and rely on the strategic depth battle formed by the second and third lines of defense, the final victory of this battle will definitely belong to us!"

Xi Luchi was cheered up when he heard this and quickly agreed.

Marron's double rewards to soldiers, and he and his troops will benefit from it, which is naturally good news. Moreover, Marron's analysis of the battle situation is indeed precise and accurate and convincing.

However, before he could spread Mullen's words, a team of great monks who described as a miserable and scarred monks flew towards them, bringing them shocking bad news.

This news not only made Xi Luchi stand on the spot, but also made Malen smother and amazed.

"Our team was attacked in the Green Shade Valley. Tang Dynasty Xiuzao sneaked into our team in advance and assassinated the high priest Garyji with one move. Then they used tinder oil to set fire to the entire valley. There were even hundreds of great monks who responded, and we couldn't handle it...
Chapter completed!