Outside the city of Bianliang, to the east, it was even farther from the place where the Jurchens attacked the city wall. Hundreds of people in various costumes fought against the Jurchens.

A Jurchen patrol cavalry team with only about a hundred people met Li Wenshu and others. Originally, they came to find Bai Ning in the East Factory to be unlucky, but unexpectedly, they encountered the Jurchens siege the city and were involved before they could withdraw. It was not so easy to leave at this time.

Hundreds of people from Wuchao Jianghu were entangled with this group of experienced scouts in the forest. They had no formation or cooperation for a short time but did not take down the other party. Instead, they lost more than a dozen good players when they met. On the back of the horses passing through, hundreds of Jurchen scouts ran and shot arrows backwards. At an extremely accurate angle, almost every two or three arrows would fall down, bringing blood lines to the air.

Among the people chasing forward, there were warriors who were good at secret weapons, such as hidden weapons, and also jumped up in the crowd and threw hidden weapons such as flying knives and darts. Shu Wanling slammed on a tree and threw the flying swallow dart. After she shouted in the crowd, "Senior brother, don't let them run out of the woods and don't let them run out of the woods and hit their horses, knock them down."

Shortly after the sound came out, the martial arts people over there suddenly understood that one of the men who used a big sword suddenly burst out at a speed and ran wildly on the thick fallen ground. From the side door, he went around to the front of the Jurchen scout, and slashed under the horizontal knife.

The wide blade hit the front hoof of the war horse. The huge horse lost its balance at that moment and fell to the ground. The thick leaves jumped up, and the scout on the horse's back was also thrown away and hit the tree body.

The man with a big sword continued to rush towards the Jurchen scout regardless of the situation, but was then knocked to the ground by a war horse, and the rumbling horse hooves trampled over him.

Li Wenshu jumped and advanced on the branch, sometimes he was low and sprinkled with golden swallow darts. Arrows shot over, nailed to the branch where he had stood. After getting closer, he jumped at the Jurchen scout, and several long spears stabbed obliquely. He grabbed one of the spears, hit it in, and drew his sword.

One arm, the broken gun swirled in the air, and the remaining several iron guns followed closely. The face that had faded away the youthful youth and had more vicissitudes and decadence flashed with a moment of determination. I remembered the moves taught by the leader that he had practiced countless times and could not succeed.

The golden swallow returns to her dream, and nine times in a row.

The moment the spear tip pierced, the sword body in his hand trembled slightly, and it rang rhythmically, with extremely fast speed. The sword edge hit several gun shadows, and countless sparks of Pingpong and Pingpong splashed in the air. Li Wenshu's arms continued to change and exert force. Every collision made him hang and stay in the air. For eight breaths, the last sounded, and the sword body pierced the Jurchen soldier's sky spirit cover until the hilt of the sword.

When Li Wenshu collected his sword and landed on the ground, there were still seventy or eighty Jurchen scouts who left the woods and hung them far away, neither leaving nor attacking, and occasionally shooting a few arrows.

"Senior brother, what should I do?" Li Wenshu's junior brother, Qin Mian caught up with him and gasped and looked at the Jurchen scout there vigilantly.

Li Wenshu had no feasible way to deal with such a situation. He could not get rid of the other party or kill the other party, so he remained silent and thought about countermeasures.

There was still a distance away from here. The quietly marched team secretly walked towards the Jurchen camp and observed the situation of the siege from afar. Guan Sheng sat on a big rock and was discussing matters with Han Shizhong, Hao Siwen and others, and then received some information.

"Where are the troops?"

The scout shook his head: "I don't know very well, so I saw about dozens of Jurchens fighting people, like the people of the Wu Dynasty, but there is also a little difference that those people seem to be good at martial arts."

"The people of our dynasty know some martial arts." Guan Sheng and Han Shizhong and others looked at each other, stroked their beards, and nodded: "Most of them are from the martial arts world. During this crisis, they can still contribute to the country, which is also possible."

Although Guan Sheng now knows that the attitude of the Admiral of the East Factory towards the people of the Jianghu has always been very subtle, the current situation is for him to use all the power he can use. If he saves this martial arts group and lets them do something along the way, it may relieve a lot of pressure from him.

"I ordered Xuanzan to take a thousand cavalry to attack and take them over." After a pause, Guan Sheng thought for a while, "By the way, we still lack horses."

After receiving the order, the troops continued to discuss the matter here. They also saw the siege battle that the Jurchens suddenly launched recently. Even if they remembered it, they would make their pores tighten. Han Shizhong's scene was silent and couldn't help but look: "General Guan, staying like this is not a solution. Everyone saw that scene recently in the morning. I'm afraid that even if there are many soldiers in Bianliang, once the Jurchens break through the city wall, they will be finished."

No one answered this sentence. Guan Sheng stood up and was silent for a long time. Looking at the square formation of catapults, he held the handle of the knife to the ground. "Only by destroying those equipment, the Jurchens can be used to rebuild it, so that even if the Jurchens are rebuilt, it will be considered as a time for the city to repair it."

But his tone was unconfident.

Hao Siwen nodded, "But it's not possible during the day. We only have a few thousand people, and rushing in is a dead end."

"Then wait, wait, wait." Guan Sheng pressed his anxious mood and gritted his teeth.

On the northern section of the city tower, Bai Ning sat on a chair and watched Gao Duannian being dragged up by Yang Zhi to the wounded camp below. It was still dawn, and noon had just passed. It was still a long time tonight. Such a violent siege had lasted for most of the morning. Several troops were replaced on the city walls, and the disabled were pulled down and reorganized. The newly arrived ones had already seen blood and casualties began to occur.

Zheng Biao ran around the city wall. After noon, the Jurchens' offensive increased, washed over like a tide, and began to attack wildly against the entire northern city wall. Even he felt a sense of fear. The rushing over like an ant colony, almost breaking the fighting will of the Wu Dynasty's imperial guards several times. If the gap had not been filled in time, the Jurchen soldiers would have broken through the city wall and rushed down.

"I originally wanted to use the Shenfeng Cannon to stay in the afternoon. It seems that I have to use it now." Bai Ning stretched out his hand and waved. Gao Muen, who was trembling with fear, moved forward with a bitter face, "Master, I think you are a little tired, so let's go home and have a good rest, wash, and have a nap."

As if he didn't hear it, Bai Ning continued to instruct: "Notify Lin Chong, Luan Tingyu to adjust the cannon and push it up."

"yes."

Gao Muen replied weakly, walking down step by step very slowly, as if there was a piece of shit under his butt.

"Go quickly"

"Oh, okay." Over there, the little eunuch rushed down the city stairs like a trot

Under the city tower, a small wooden wheel was installed on the push board. The Jinyiwei and the men began to push a cannon. Lin Chong wiped the gun head in his armor. Luan Tingyu directly tore open his clothes and exposed his strong upper body, and nodded at the other side.

The two of them rushed out with some Jinyiwei. The copper stick in Luan Tingyu's hand was like a dragon, and directly smashed the skull of a Jurchen man. With his steps, the copper sticks flew, and the Jurchen soldiers who were climbing onto the walls one by one, the sound of countless bones smashing was ruthlessly tidied up a bloody road with Lin Chong.

The walls of high and low, the muzzles were pushed out, and the torches were raised and moved over toward the soldiers who were spreading like an ant.

Luan Tingyu stepped on the wall with one foot, leaned over and took a look, and waved his arm.

The lead burned under the flames and quickly extended into the hole in the cannon body. The man on the wall took a step back, grabbed the cold things with both hands, then turned his head, and heard someone shouting, "Go away!" Then, a huge sound came, and the bun was blown away in an instant, and his ears were buzzing.

Boom boom boom boom boom

Fifty cannons erupted with flames almost at the same time. Black and round things fell from the towering city walls into the dense crowds below. Dozens of explosions also sounded at almost the same time. The surging crowd instantly burst into flames, and then countless flesh and blood, fragments of leather armor, soil, and iron filings of weapons rolled into the sky.

The charger was stunned in the first explosion, and countless people slowed down. Someone saw something falling and smashing not far away. At that moment, a companion became divided by the fire and air waves. His arm with armor slammed on his face and stopped suddenly.

Then the second sound fell not far away from him, and the explosion was also blown up. Someone was also lifted up. There was also unknown whose head, his thigh fell to the ground. The soldier swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and fear came to his heart for the first time. Then, there was a third and fourth explosions one after another, which magnified the fear in his heart infinitely.

Then, when he saw something falling from above, before his mind could react, he felt as if he had flew up. In a glance, he saw a broken hand flying.

That seems to be my own

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"The firearm of the Wu Dynasty"

Wanyan Zongwang actually got angry several times in one morning. Once upon a time, it took only one hour for the Jurchens to go to Beijing and only two hours for the attack on Juyong Pass. However, it took more than one morning for the Wuchao capital in front of him.

Then, Jin Ming came from the military formation, which was a signal to withdraw the troops.

"Father"

He was furious and rode his horse toward the back of the formation.
Chapter completed!