1132. Strongly break the city

"Here you come!"

Inside two urns on the front of the city, Pang Wenbo and Miao Youli heard the sudden sound of gunfire, and their hearts were slightly shocked.

Those new Song masters really appeared again.

Their intentions are obvious. This is no longer considered a conspiracy, but an open conspiracy.

The Chongqing Prefecture Battle will also truly kick off with the reappearance of these new Song masters.

Miao Youli shouted at the side of the flag soldiers: "Order the hot air balloon to take off!"

Order the flag soldiers waved the flag.

The hot air balloons like mushrooms on the top of the city untied the ropes and flew towards the air.

The grenade launchers and the sky-rushing gunners were in their respective positions, observing that their hands were already holding shells and preparing to put the shells into the barrel at any time.

The main attacker adjusts the position of the gun barrel.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army showed great trust in the garrison army, and no one looked at the back again. They completely handed over the back to the robes of the Chongqing Prefecture garrison army.

The two armies have a clear division of labor. Only in this way can they deal with threats from inside and outside the city at the same time.

No matter which army has problems, Chongqing Prefecture may suffer a catastrophe.

The garrison army of Chongqing could not stop the deputy palace master of Pojun, and the soldiers of the army who were injured in the trench would also be harmed.

If the Tianshang Army fails to block the attack of the Luzhou Army and the Luzhou Army breaks the city, the city will be in chaos. With so many masters in Xinsong, the outcome can only be said to be unpredictable.

The gunshots kept ringing.

Deputy Palace Master Pojun finally fell on the urn city.

The martial arts cultivation he showed at this time was enough to move countless people.

With the sword in his hand alone, he actually blocked many bullets shot at him.

He attracted most of the firepower alone, but broke the deadlock with his extremely strong strength.

Behind him, there were four Xinsong masters following him.

Not all of these four masters can have the strength and luck of Deputy Palace Master Pojun.

Among the masters like Xinsong, most of them are only in the early stages of Zhenwu.

Looking at the martial arts, you never enter the extreme realm, below the Zhenwu realm, below the Lower Yuan, Zhong Yuan, and Shangyuan, you will only encounter barriers when you are promoted, such as the Dragon Court and the Tiger Pillar. However, after you reach the Zhenwu realm, you can be said to be a barrier every step.

All the masters who can reach the Zhenwu realm in this world are martial arts geniuses, but most of them can only stop at the early stage of Zhenwu.

There are already very few people who can enter the middle stage of Zhenwu.

For example, when Hong Wutian, who was in the middle of Zhenwu, was already among the top ten when the icebergs in the Jianghu were not all on the water.

Now, although the middle-level masters of Zhenwu will inevitably no longer have such a status in the world, the mid-level masters of Zhenwu are still extremely limited in the world.

Among the masters of Zhenwu stage in the entire world, less than 20% of those above the early stage of Zhenwu stage are estimated to be.

Among these masters led by Deputy Palace Master Pojun, there are only two middle-stage masters in Zhenwu. He is the only one of them in the late-stage masters in Zhenwu.

Among the bullets passing through the air, there was finally a master who was following the deputy palace master Pojun and let out a painful hum.

He was a man from the Pojun Academy, holding a long sword and a scheming face. He was hit by a bullet while rushing to the top of the urn city, his body stopped, and then he fell down without any power.

It's like a flying bird with folded wings.

His luck was really not good, and he was hit by a bullet in the head, his eyebrows were just right.

Such trauma, not to mention the True Martial Realm, even the Extreme Realm masters cannot be spared. They are flesh and blood.

A dragon gunman in the urn city shouted: "I hit it!"

He is happy with his expression.

Being able to kill masters of the Zhenwu realm is enough to cover their entire lives. It is just around the corner to win over their official positions.

Only his shout attracted the attention of Deputy Palace Master Pojun who had already climbed the city.

At this moment, Deputy Palace Master Pojun was full of anger.

He sensed that an old brother behind him was shot and fell.

More than ten masters, one more person was given.

If so, he naturally wanted to kill all the Song troops in Chongqing Prefecture.

In a rage, his breath suddenly increased several points.

The garrison soldiers around him were all captured by his artistic conception.

The urn is a little confused.

Deputy Palace of Pojun led the sword to kill the Dragon Gunman who had just shouted. His figure shuttled through the crowd.

Wherever they passed, the soldiers of the garrison were all unable to fall to the ground.

No one can see clearly the sword of Deputy Palace Master Pojun.

After he passed by, there were blood on the necks of these fallen garrison soldiers. Then, suddenly blood gushed out.

If you look closely, the width and depth of these thin lines are beyond imagination.

This shows how profound the sword skills of Deputy Palace Master Pojun is.

The Pojun Academy uses swordsmanship as its way. Such swordsmanship is truly a world-class beauty.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining three masters also rushed to the city.

They landed everywhere in the urn city, and their artistic conception almost enveloped most of the urn city.

The gunshots here suddenly became less dense.

The soldiers of the garrison who were approached by these Zhenwu masters were like unmovable scarecrows, and could only wait for death at this moment.

Living lives were buried in the urn.

Outside the city, Qin Han still did not order the army to launch an attack.

It seemed that the army was not in chaos, so he had no intention of attacking.

In order to win Chongqing, he was probably ready to lose several Zhenwu masters.

These masters were killed, and with the foundation of the Pojun Academy, they can be cultivated in the future. If the Luzhou Army is defeated, it will be difficult for the New Song General to have another chance to rise.

After only a few dozen seconds, the old man without eyebrows and other masters also rushed to the urn city.

Another Zhenwu realm master died under the Shenlong gun.

He was shot in the arm first.

This was not a fatal injury, but the severe pain made his body slightly stagnant in the air.

And just this short moment caused him to be beaten into a sieve.

More than ten bullets shot into his body at the same time.

Regardless of whether these bullets hit a fatal part or not, he would never be able to survive.

At this moment, the Zhenwu realm masters in Xinsong were all red in their eyes, with endless anger surging.

Pang Wenbo stood in the urn city, his eyes always staring at the urn city that was attacked by Deputy Palace Master Pojun and others.

His hands were trembling slightly involuntarily.

But he never sent the Dragon Gunner to help.

These Xinsong's assassins are all fighting hard.

It doesn't make much sense to send the Shenlong Gunner at this moment.

With the cultivation of these masters, they can completely shuttle between the various urns on the city. Sooner or later they can find a breakthrough point.

Pang Wenbo could only let the situation develop like this.

Losing a small part of the city wall is better than the chaos on the entire city.

His trembling was actually heartbroken by the death of the soldiers in the urn.

Although he has now received the imperial edict to serve as commander of the Tianjian Army, these soldiers in the garrison army are still his brothers.

He has been with them day and night in Chongqing Prefecture for nearly three years.

This kind of emotion cultivated in the army is difficult to describe in words.

There were once civil officials joking about it in the court, and all the veterans in the court were hunched.

This is a joke, and it is also a fact.

Generals in the army often suffer more pain and pressure than ministers in the court. On their shoulders, more and more things will only be accumulated as the ranks rise.

Or the resentment of the enemy troops who died at their hands.

Or guilty about your robes.
To be continued...