Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 362 Splashing Dung ([-])

He gritted his teeth, kicked his legs firmly on the ground, and pushed the fork out with both hands, even his face flushed red.

A gust of wind glanced at the left and right positions, hoping to call someone to help push it.

It turned out that it was a pity to find that this side of the city wall was full of ladders that had just been put down, and the fighters on the left and right positions were all dealing with opponents who were constantly rushing up on other ladders.

For a while, there was no one to help him push the ladder together.

Finally, when he saw a skull, it was already popping up in front of his eyes.

He resolutely gave up, and continued to push the ladder with brute force; he didn't even have time to change his weapon, so he stabbed the man's face with a fork.

He missed the face, but managed to hit the opponent's neck.

When the soft Adam's apple of the human body was hit hard, the Liao soldier immediately went limp all over his body, and was stabbed and flew out.

The problem is, the city wall of Haiyang City is only more than 3 meters high, a gust of wind stabbed the man down, and then another Liao soldier climbed up.

What's more terrible is that when a gust of wind and a wooden fork stabbed out in the same way, the sharp long knife in the man's right hand swung the V-shaped fork head off directly.

Even so, for a while, he was still waving the half-cut wooden stick, hitting the Liao soldier directly.

In a word, this grandson must not be allowed to climb up and gain a foothold, otherwise there will still be a string of Liao soldiers following behind him.

Once he is allowed to stand firm, it may be the beginning of disaster.

It's just that the Liao soldier was also fierce, with his helmeted head, shoulders, etc., being hit by a gust of wind with a "bang bang~" sound.

His left hand still held onto the ladder tightly and refused to let go, and the sharp long knife on his right hand kept slashing towards the gust of wind.

If it weren't for the strong armor on Guafeng, he would have been chopped into a blood gourd by now.

But even so, within a short period of time, Gust of Wind kept making muffled hums.

That's because during such a short period of beating each other, Gust of Wind was not only slashed by a long knife, but also suffered two arrows on his shoulders and chest.

These two arrows were shot by Jurchens dressed as Liao soldiers who mixed in with the attacking team.

They are all within a distance of 30 meters now, and the heavy arrows shot from the step bows in their hands already have the ability to shoot through iron armor.

That is to say, everyone in the Xuange Battalion, plus a group of netizens, would rather risk heatstroke and armor-piercing wind in such a hot weather, and still wear several layers of armor on their bodies.

otherwise!A gust of wind, this guy is lying down now.

But a gust of wind also knew that his own ability alone might not be able to withstand the attack of this city wall; at the moment when he continued to wave the wooden stick and beat wildly, he yelled out again without looking back:
"Wild ghost, is your dung cooked..."

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When a gust of wind yelled out the voice of inquiry, it reached my ears.

At that time, the wild ghost, together with a peasant husband, lifted a log weighing more than two hundred catties, and smashed it down on a ladder in front of him.

The wood thing is really worthy of being a long-lasting city defense weapon for this nation for 5000 years.

Immediately, half of his body was over the wall stack. Seeing the Liao soldiers who were about to climb over the city wall, they directly smashed the bone in their chest with a "crack~" sound, and the whole person fell down.

Then the heavy lumber rolled down the ladder.

The two Liao soldiers who were going to climb up later screamed and also smashed down the ladder, and the surrounding personnel who helped hold the ladder also smashed over the ground in a blink of an eye.

Before he could join forces with the civilian husband and take the opportunity to push down the ladder, he heard a gust of wind, who was also a rookie, yelling that sentence in his mouth.

Immediately, a dejected curse came out of his mouth:
"Go away, what is my shit, that's your shit, your whole family's shit~"

But scolding is scolding, when he said this sentence, he turned his head and took a look, and saw the terrible situation in gust of wind.

Immediately, he looked behind him, at the cauldron lined up all the way.

Immediately, I was pleasantly surprised to see that after more than half an hour of heating on high fire, the heat in the cauldron was already tumbling, reaching a temperature of [-] degrees.

"Keep throwing stones to kill these grandchildren~"

After speaking to the civilian husband beside him in such a hasty manner,

The wild ghost took a few steps back from the wall crenel, picked up a large wooden spoon with a long handle from the ground, and directly took a spoonful into the tumbling cauldron.

Good guy!With just this spoon, the boiling heat in the pot lost one-third of its weight on the spot.

Coincidentally, when he had just finished such an action, that Liao soldier, whose head was hit by a gust of blows and whose helmet was somewhat deformed, finally fell from the ladder with his head full of blood.

It's just such a result, but it can't make Gua Feng, a rookie, feel the slightest comfort in his heart.

If there were, then there were only great horrors.

Without him!Not only was it a little bit below the ladder, but another Liao soldier continued to climb up with a grim face after seeing this.

More importantly, this Liao soldier held an iron bone in his hand.

The several layers of armor on his body can defend against the slashing with a long knife in the hands of a Liao soldier, but they can't withstand this kind of iron bone greeting.

At this moment, he heard a voice like heaven: "A gust of wind, get out of the way~"

As he stepped back again and again, he was pleasantly surprised to see the wild ghost holding a large spoonful of heat in his hand, rushing to the wall crenel, facing the big face that had already appeared, the spoon fell down as soon as he turned it over.

Moments later, that Liao soldier fell down at the same time.

A hoarse scream came out from several different chest cavities.

Undoubtedly, several Liao soldiers below the ladder must have all been recruited by such a spoonful of heat, so they made this concerto-like movement.

Of course, after sharing a big spoonful of Rexiang, they wouldn't die right away.

But in the end, it is actually better to die directly.

Because in such an era when antibacterial and anti-inflammatory drugs can only rely on Chinese herbal medicine, with the poor medical ability of the Jurchens; their wound infection caused by large-scale burns is basically equivalent to no solution.

They will only die slowly after suffering a lot, so it is easier to be scalded to death or thrown to death directly.

After thinking of these, the hearts of the two rookies, Gu Feng and Ye Gui, were immediately filled with indescribable joy.

Just at this time, a gust of wind retreated in front of a cauldron, and found the man who had just hugged a stone under the instructions of the wild ghost.

Suddenly, after his body softened, he collapsed limply to the ground.

It turned out that after the Jurchens under the city shot an arrow in his chest, they shot through the leather armor that Hu Biao and the others tried their best, but they could only help.

A section of arrowhead was exposed on the back of the whole person, fearing that his life would be taken away on the spot.

Seeing the vacancy of this wall stack appear, how dare a gust of wind continue to ink.

He also hastily picked up a wooden spoon from the ground, put a spoonful of spoon in the pot beside him, and greeted a master who had just emerged from the top of his helmet.

It is not surprising that all living beings are equal under Rexiang.

After the heat from the spoon went down, there was another scream, and the danger at the wall was completely resolved.

It was also at this moment that the two rookies, Wild Ghost and Gust of Wind, no longer felt that the heat was smelly, but exuded the fragrance of a battlefield killer.

After seeing such a scene, he commanded the trebuchet just now and smashed out a pile of broken stones.

At a position 50 meters below the city, seven or eight Liao soldiers gathered together, and the little brother Langqing, who was all knocked to the ground, showed a rather gratified expression on his face.

To know!In the previous mission, he was a good hand at throwing manure.

It's just that after being tasked with commanding ballistas, trebuchets, and other equipment for combat, I had to say goodbye to this familiar post, and my heart was a little empty at first.

Fortunately, these rookies seem to be quite reliable...

(End of this chapter)