Chapter 243: The Water is Cold and the Wind is Like a Knife (Part 2)

Looking down from the night sky at Jizhou City today, all you can see are continuous flames and torrents of red and yellow.

It was like the rumbling of thunder throughout the valley, and like the raging waves crashing against the mountains.

Long swords and halberds clanged and danced, spears and boulders whistled and flew, dense rain of arrows covered the sky like a swarm of locusts, and the dull shouts and short roars made the heaven and earth tremble.

Ferocious faces, bloody swords, painful wails, and thick smoke and dust. The entire battlefield was shrouded and annihilated by the tragic atmosphere of this primitive fight, over and over again.

I have to admit it.

Facing the imperial guards, which were known as the most elite in the entire Daning, the Jizhou army demonstrated super strong combat effectiveness.

The reason may be the natural advantage of the defender, the high reward given by the Xu family, or the most instinctive desire of human beings to survive.

On the battlefield, if you don't want to die, you must kill all the enemies in front of you.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!!!”

"Get out of here!"

"Fuck you! Go to hell!"

"Bang!"

“Boom!”

“Swish, swish, swish!”

“Ding! Ding Ding!!”

“.”

In the thick smoke rolling up and down the city walls, flags embroidered with the word "Xu" or "Ning" were fluttering.

There were dead bodies lying on the ground beside each flag, bleeding profusely. The strong smell of blood and sweat mixed together and filled the air, which was pungent and unpleasant.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle began, countless soldiers on both sides struggled and died. But often before they fell, someone would immediately fill the vacancy behind them and swing the weapon in their hand forward with the maximum amount of internal strength.

No one will hold back at this moment.

Because everyone knows that if they don't use their full strength in one move, then there is a high possibility that they will not have the opportunity to make the next move.

Is it cruel? But that's war.

This is true whether in ancient times when people used cold weapons, in modern times with airplanes, tanks, and atomic bombs, or in the world of cultivation where there are huge differences in personal martial arts skills.

Although a warrior of the top three ranks can defeat a thousand soldiers, a warrior of the middle three ranks can defeat a hundred soldiers.

But what ultimately decides the outcome of a war are these ordinary soldiers of the lower third rank, who are the largest in number.

Of course, this does not mean that warriors above the sixth rank are useless.

On the contrary, they are very useful, the key is just how to use them.

For example, right now, an "assault team" of several hundred people, all composed of middle-level third-rank warriors, has disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers and infiltrated the vicinity of the South City Gate.

They roared loudly and swung their weapons vigorously.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that this group of people has no intention of rushing up the city wall at all. They just run back and forth at the base of the city wall, just like a team that is "slacking off" on the battlefield.

The Jizhou army guarding the city naturally would not care about such a small team.

The generals on the imperial court side also chose to turn a blind eye.

This is a bit strange.

South City Tower.

"Brothers! Hold on!!"

“Kill him!!”

“Ding ding dong dong!!”

There was chaos on the city wall, but in the tower that controlled the opening and closing of the city gates there was deathly silence.

More than a dozen Jizhou soldiers in yellow armor fell in a pool of blood, their wide-open eyes still showing a look of confusion before they died.

The tower was hidden behind the city wall, and the city wall had not been broken at that time, so it was naturally impossible for these people to be killed by the imperial army.

Then it was obvious who killed them. "You, you guys."

A soldier who was still alive covered his bleeding chest, and before he could finish a sentence his head flew high into the air.

The man wielding the knife was also wearing yellow armor. After repairing the knife, he waved his hand lightly, and immediately more than a dozen figures flashed forward behind him and stood around the huge winch wrapped with iron chains.

"Young Master."

The leader turned around and looked at a masked man, and said hurriedly: "There is no time to lose. The battle is going on outside, and someone might notice something unusual at any time!"

"Give the order quickly!"

"Um"

The man looked up at the winch without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Follow my orders! Open the city gates!"

"yes!"

A dozen or so rebellious Jizhou soldiers responded in a deep voice, then simultaneously grasped the handle on the capstan and used their internal strength to try to open the city gate that might determine the course of a war.

But the strange thing was that no matter how hard they tried, the iron winch did not move at all.

"What's going on?!"

The masked man noticed the abnormality immediately and shouted subconsciously: "A bunch of rubbish! Can't you even turn a capstan?!"

"Sir."

A red-faced soldier replied in a trembling voice: "Normally, it only takes five people to turn it. This, this shouldn't be possible!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up."

The roar stopped abruptly, and the man's eyes outside the veil were suddenly filled with fear.

He is not stupid, not even foolish, and he doesn't know what is happening now.

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It was obvious that what he had done had already been noticed!

There was no time to think about where the mistake had gone wrong, let alone time to care about this group of bewildered subordinates. The man crouched down, turned around and tried to escape from the city wall.

But it's too late.

“Whoosh!”

In a flash, a red palm print with infinite power shot in from outside the door and rushed straight towards the man's face at an extremely fast speed.

The man's eyes suddenly widened. He knew he had no time to dodge, so he simply stomped his foot on the ground. At the same time, he concentrated all his internal strength into his right fist, and slammed it into the red light.

"Bang!!"

There was a loud bang, and a circle of air waves carrying huge energy spread rapidly from the collision point, suddenly blowing away several wooden tables and chairs placed in the city gate tower.

This scene seemed shocking, but it only lasted for less than a breath.

To be more precise, the masked man's punch only blocked the red light for a moment.

"Bang!!!"

A second loud bang was heard, and the man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He slammed hard against the stone wall behind him, and then fell to the ground like a broken sack, with broken stones mixed with blood falling like rain.

"puff!!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the dent in his chest was shocking.

From preparing to escape to now when he has his last breath left, it all seems long, but in fact it only took a few breaths.

"Damn it! Spy!"

"A traitorous lackey of the imperial court who seeks personal fame and fortune!!"

"Tie them all up! Wait for Madam's decision!"

More and more people rushed in from outside the door, and the dozen or so rebellious soldiers were pinned to the ground by the angry Jizhou army before they could recover from their shock.

At the same time, the masked man who was obviously the main messenger was dragged to Wei Yanyu's feet.

"Huh! He's still wearing a mask! I want to see."

A warrior from the Xu family, who was obviously of high status, tore off the man's veil while cursing.

The next moment, he stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

"How, how could it be the young master?"

The Xu family has only one son, and that is Xu Chengwen.

Countless astonished eyes looked at this talented and versatile Mr. Xu, and then fell on Wei Yanyu.

However, the latter's expression did not change.

It was as if the traitor who betrayed the entire Xu family was not his own son.

"Husband, Madam, this."

Someone stammered and wanted to ask Wei Yanyu how to deal with Xu Chengwen.

But before he could finish, the latter slowly turned around, turned his back to everyone and sighed softly.

"well"

The fighting on the city wall continued, and the blood-red flames sprinkled on Wei Yanyu's slightly trembling shoulders, swaying in spots.

"Kill him."

(End of this chapter)