My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 813 2.249 Battle of Northern Lan City (2)

The hoof hoisted and the dust raged.

Anding Hou Zhao Sheng, and his two sons are both brave and warlike men. The generals, the 3,000 elite divisions, and the unstoppable force rushed across the corpse army's camp, like a sharp blade, inserted directly behind the enemy for large-scale settlement.

Zhao Sheng had already seen His Royal Highness standing on the back of Qingyu, and he saw that his eyebrows were indifferently safe. He was slightly relieved, and his machete slaughtered the dead corpse.

"His Royal Highness!"

"Uncle, my prince and I are fine."

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Sheng made a gesture, letting three thousand elites divide into ten groups to clean up the nearby corpses.

At this time, Huifeng and He Tian also arrived at the same time with the 2,000 Guards, distantly arched towards Prince Mo, and then led soldiers into the corpse and surrounded them.

There was a loud voice from up and down in Beilan City, struggling to kill the dead corpses inside and outside the city.

The corpses who had climbed the city gates like Peregrine had been shot down by artillery, and the rest were shot by the bow and arrows.

The corpses between the wall of fire and the gate were all cleared.

Wu Yongyi ran up the tower and looked at the corpse of corpses lying in the wall of fire.

If the corpses of the corpses pile up a little higher, they will be able to climb up the gate of the city with the blood of the corpses.

From this point of view, after this battle is over, he must continue to strengthen and heighten the gate of Beilan City!

The master of the city has already thought about the post-war city defense construction. He put all the important things into his heart and climbed his arms and shouted, "Come, all the masters will gather again! Clear the way for our brothers!"

"The artillery and archers are ready!"

"Fight for North Lan City!"

"Fight for Beilan City!" Everyone who was still breathing on the tower shouted.

The mysterious masters carried out the last wave of attack, staggered release of mysterious power, and slammed towards the densest corpse group below the tower.

The artillery and bow and arrow also completed the last round, and all the ammunition and even the arrowhead were exhausted.

The masters collapsed to the ground exhausted, and they could no longer move a single finger.

Five thousand cavalry swept across the battlefield, and the horses hissed.

Ordinary soldiers wiped their sweaty faces and lay on the wall to watch, their voices hoarsely.

Wenren Ningjing was also shocked by such a picture.

The original indignation had long been completely forgotten in such a **** and wanton situation.

She turned her face and said to the two doctors, Dr. Gu, who stood idly by, "What else are you doing here to help save people?"

"Miss Jing!" Both physicians were somewhat surprised.

It was clear that they had just broken their face with the princess, why should Xianyi Valley help the soldiers and civilians in Beilan City?

"It is the duty of the doctor to heal the sick and save people." Wen Ren Ningjing raised his sleeves and started to help raise an ordinary soldier who was covered in blood, and started the diagnosis and treatment.

Kong Rou Miao is a brain residual powder that smells people's coagulation. Although there is some embarrassment in her heart, she is accustomed to obeying the instructions of people's coagulation, so the first one ran forward and helped the people to administer needles and medicine.

The two doctors wanted to say something, and when they heard the person's quiet and cold eyes glanced, they held the bottom of their hearts and stretched their faces to save people.

In the end, I was a little unhappy, and I didn't care about it.

(End of this chapter)