The return of the king of Douluo Continent

Chapter 476 Failure in the War

Under the city wall, three or four of the Vietnamese soldiers carried the ladders, risking death and injury from the boulders rolling down from their heads. As always, they rushed up with the hard protective gear on their heads, and soon they were The next step was to lean the ladder against the city wall. The soldiers who came up from behind waved the mist on their hands in an attempt to resist the falling stones and wood above their heads, but at the same time they had to work hard to balance their bodies and climb the rock with great difficulty on the shaky ladder. With.

When Tang San looked at the place from a distance, he could clearly see that a fat foreign man climbed onto the city tower despite the danger of scattered boulders. Once on the tower, the bloody massacre began. Our soldiers were relatively weak and thin, and they were unable to resist the strong man in front of them. Several Han Chinese who stepped forward to fight were split apart one by one, with blood and water splashing everywhere, like a crimson flower in full bloom. There was no beauty worth appreciating in the dust, smoke, and bloody battlefield. .

Tang San reached out and took the huge gold-plated bow handed over by the herald. He quickly pulled out three copper arrows from the quiver placed on the saddle, stretched out his hand and straightened the bowstring tightly, stretching it into Riding on the huge power, a line of giant bow drew a perfect arc in the sky with unstoppable force in Tang San's relaxed hands, and landed steadily on the city tower.

In an instant, the foreign man who was frantically killing the soldiers stationed on the city tower leaned back straight. The next moment he fell under the city tower and was trampled by the soldiers from both sides who rushed towards the city wall. His body was nowhere to be found. .

Tang San steadily retracted the gigantic bow, which weighed nearly a thousand kilograms, and drew out his sword with a "swipe" sound. The sword energy was flowing freely, the cold air was overwhelming, and the sunlight reflected a sharp color through the flying dust.

"Kill", Tang San finally roared, bearing the brunt of the attack and charging into the crowd.

In the main tent of the Chinese army, Feng Qing sat peacefully on the Taishi chair, with a cup of warm tea in his hand. The fine Lu'an melon slices were mixed with the amber spring water specially sent from outside the city. They were washed, boiled and cooked three times. It was intriguing between lips and teeth. The wonderful taste made Fengqing immersed in the beauty of dancing on her taste buds.

"Report, report to the city lord. The beacon fire cannot be lit on the Wolf Smoke Tower for some reason. Tuoba Ran from Yuexi led his men in an attempt to break through the city gate and enter the city."

The spies who were checking the battle ahead heard a hoarse voice outside the tent.

Feng Qing held the tea cup in her hand, sniffed it, and then slammed the tea cup to the ground. With a "pop", the high-quality blue and white porcelain cup was smashed into pieces without any sound, and the shards were scattered everywhere, leaving a mess on the ground.

"Why are you reporting this matter now?"

Feng Qing stood up and walked out of the tent quickly. The spy who was inspecting the battle was already kneeling down. He was quite frightened when he saw the tiger skin pattern boots in front of him, so Gengjia lowered his body and replied in fear: "Returning to the city lord, my subordinates were on their way to the Langyan High Platform. A man came out of nowhere. Without saying a word, he started fighting with me. My ability was not as good as the opponent's. In the end, I was hit hard by the opponent. I The child fainted and was only rescued by a passing comrade just now, who hurried over to report to the city lord."

The spy clutched his chest, his face was pale, and his breathing was rapid. He was obviously trying to hold back the pain in his body. Feng Qing waved his hand gently, and the attendant beside him immediately leaned forward, "Help him to the doctor for treatment."

The attendant respectfully accepted the order and carefully helped the spy out of Feng Qing's sight.

Feng Qing looked majestic, narrowing his narrow phoenix eyes. He turned sideways to face the sunlight and looked at the energetic and ready soldiers not far away. He mentally examined the young faces to see which face was hiding something. An ulterior thought?

It seems that the army has been infiltrated by the enemy. Since then, the army's tents and the soldiers on the battlefield have lost contact. It seems that the victory in this first battle depends entirely on the unity of the frontline soldiers. Those who have great ambitions Have the innocent-hearted soldiers and even generals been disintegrated by the enemy?

Feng Qing thought about it for a while, then turned around and walked into the big tent. It seemed that he had no way to help in this battle. He thought about it carefully. In fact, he had already felt that there was already a pair of eyes staring at him. If you are obsessed with yourself, then no matter how many spies you send out, they will ultimately return without success.

Whether this battle will be won or lost, who will win in the end, it seems, can only rely on Tang San and the powerful generals outside the city.

Feng Qing, who has always kept a secretive expression on her face, is well versed in scheming tactics and knows that her expression at this time cannot reveal her inner anxiety, otherwise the hands hidden in the darkness will definitely stretch out again. A target may not be so lucky to escape death again.

After this game, he was particularly interested in the face behind the scenes. Why not take the trouble to catch this fox in the dark and play with it?

Feng Qing seemed to be very interested in his decision, and the leisurely expression on his face made people think that the solemn expression just now was just a reflection in a dream.

Outside the city gate, among the flying sand and rocks, the warriors and horses are accompanied by the bloody atmosphere of the broken corpses and remains everywhere, rolling up the scarlet blood-colored dust mist. From time to time, there are thrilling roars, and the uncontrollable sounds of being taken away by the god of death. pain of.

The bloody flowers bloomed in the battlefield. As Tang San, who had gradually turned red-eyed, raised his sword and dropped it, he used the blood-drinking sword very neatly and delicately with the body of the alien invader. When he came out, Tang San's face was covered with hot blood. The blood slowly spread on his face, and flowed into his mouth drop by drop along the corners of his lips that were cracked by the sun.

The blood in his mouth didn't make Tang San feel sick at all, but made him even more excited. He casually raised his sleeves and took advantage of the fighting to wipe away the blood from the corner of his eyes. The blood between his lips and teeth was dyed red. His original face Tang San, expressionless and cold-looking, held the bloodthirsty knife upside down in his right hand, and the remaining blood on his lips was licked clean by the same blood-red tongue that stretched out.

The setting sun began to set little by little against the endless mountain peaks in the distance. Tang San fiercely inserted the bloodthirsty knife in his hand into the dust, clasping his fingers tightly and twisting the knuckles, twisting his neck, Suddenly, Tang San showed a rare smile. The centuries-old frost rarely melted. It should have been as gentle as water, but it was covered by the blood stains on his face and the layers of ice condensed in his eyes. Facing the setting sun, his face turned red. The yellow sunlight gave him a bloodthirsty mask like King Yama!

This ruthless killing still failed to win the war.

As night fell, the rows of tents were lit up one after another. The cowhide tents were supported by wooden frames in an orderly manner. The one in the center surrounded by tents seemed to be about twice the size of an ordinary tent. In the cowhide tent, the lights were bright, and several tall and majestic figures were vaguely outlined.

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