A confident attack was disintegrated in an instant, and only dozens of small jars were defeated. Rong Shanyou gasped as he looked at the retreating soldiers.

The screams rang through the world, and no one died, but they were afraid they were even more uncomfortable than death. People who were touched by the powder had a layer of shiny blisters on their exposed skin, which it was so itchy that itched. The injured person kept reaching out to scratch the blisters. Once the blisters were damaged, some yellow water would flow out. Wherever the yellow water flowed, another layer of blisters would appear.

This is poisoned!

Not only was the Rong Shan friends shocked and angry, but Mo Luo, who rushed over after hearing the news, was also furious, pointed at the mountain and cursed, and was furious.

"Tie their hands up, don't let them scratch, and then soak them in water."

After all, he was knowledgeable. Molo gave the order loudly. The soldiers who tied up their hands and feet were soaked in the water, leaving only one of his head floating on the water surface. The strange itchy sounded like a bone became much easier, and the wailing sound gradually became smaller.

"Occurrence, continue to attack!" Molo turned around and sternly said to Rong Shanyou.

A ball of fireballs bounced up from the foot of the mountain by a catapult and flew to the position of Qianliu Mountain. Rong Shanyou took out his full-body skills, or Doctor Shu's clay pot was inspired by him. He found a large number of clay pots, filled with tincture oil and dead grass, ignited it, and threw it out with a catapult. In a short time, he turned Qianliu Mountain into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire had just weakened, and the Shuntian Army was already shouting, stepping on the burning rocks and rushing towards the mountain.

The wild dog rushed out of the hiding hole with anger on his face. For the veterans of the Death Camp, they were naturally prepared for fire attacks. On the position, they had already dug a hiding cave. Qianliu Mountain had been poked halfway into the river, and there was naturally no shortage of water on the mountain. In the early preparations, they had already dug wells and dug a reservoir, filling them with water. Although the fire attack would not damage the forces on the mountain, it still made people difficult for them to survive.

The burning flames made people breathing hard. The key is that although Rong Shanyou had no poison, he also added a lot of seasonings to the jar. After igniting it, the rolling smoke enveloped the entire Qianliu Mountain. The strange smell made everyone on the mountain feel strong discomfort, and they could hardly open their eyes, burst into tears, and coughed endlessly.

The only thing that makes people feel relieved is that Rong Shanyou’s methods are indeed very effective, but they missed the same thing, Feng.

The wind blew down from the mountain. Although it was not big, it still greatly reduced the effect of Rong Shanyou's methods, and even affected the Shuntian Army who was preparing to attack at the foot of the mountain.

This led to a miracle in the history of war. People on the mountain coughed, shed tears, and cried out from the hole with big swords. The attackers roaring at the foot of the mountain also shouted, coughed, and rushed upwards with tears.

The wild dog was the last one to hide in the cave, so at this time, he looked the worst one. His armor was darker, and his face was invisible. It was black, with only two rows of teeth still white. He waved his big knife, crying while crying.

"**** is so shameless. I want to cut them all." When he shouted, he completely forgot that he had just launched a biochemical war. Thousands of injured Shuntian soldiers were still immersed in the river, enduring the pleasure that itched in his heart!

He howled and rushed out, and behind him, rows of Taiping soldiers rushed out.

The fire stopped and the smoke dissipated. The sky revealed its original color. Countless stars reappeared in the sky. The crescent moon shone soft light down and shone on the hillside, layer by layer on the corpses.

The wild dog held up a big knife and stepped on a corpse under his feet. He was laughing wildly. Behind him, more Taiping troops were jumping and cheering. The Shuntian Army once again attacked wildly and was chopped back by them.

Qianliu Mountain is still indestructible. After a whole day of attack, Rongshan friends tried their best. However, the enemies on Qianliu Mountain still firmly guarded their positions. Not to mention conquering the entire mountain, they did not even conquer the first position of the Taiping Army.

Rong Shanyou had used all the attack methods he knew. For him, he had only one last move, that is, the most primitive method of the Shuntian Army, to fill in human life and exchange ten lives for the other party's life. If it doesn't work, then take twenty.

Because Molo's order was to continue the attack.

If we look at it from a professional perspective, Rong Shan’s friends do not agree. If such a large casualty is continued, even if Qianliu Mountain is captured, what is left of Shuntian Army? Will all the possessions Wu Xin saved up for more than half a year be destroyed here? If this is true, then the regular army of Yue led by Zhang Jian, stationed in Zhengyang County, would have been heard of. This is no longer the beginning of Molo’s uprising. The time when Yue Kingdom is unprepared, they will face the most elite army of Yue Kingdom.

Rong Shanyou has now confirmed that they must be facing the regular army of Qi. Only the regular army can have so many means of dealing with the tough situation. The opponent seems to be well aware of every set of offensive tactics and has made targeted arrangements in advance.

"Attack, continue to attack!" Rong Shanyou gritted his teeth and issued an order to attack again. This time he attacked, the cannon fodder Qingshang Auxiliary Battalion was replaced by cannon fodder.

Stepping on the corpses of his predecessors, passing through the flowing blood stream in Gugu, another wave of attack began again amid the cheers of the soldiers on the mountain. On Qianliu Mountain, a new group of rotating soldiers walked onto the front line and replaced the guys who had been fighting for a day. The only one who had not retreated from the position was the commanded wild dogs and the big pillars.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged under the eagle flag and did not care much about the battle at the foot of the mountain. With such terrain conditions and such opponents, he was not worried that the wild dog would fail.

He is waiting to regulate his breathing, exercise his skills, and achieve his best physical and mental state, which is what he is committed to doing now.

Li Chao hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"It's true. Yu Chao, according to the previous arrangement, you go." Qin Feng stood up and said to Li Chao.

Li Chao nodded, turned around and left quickly.

Qin Feng looked up at the sky, looked at the bright moonlight, took a few deep breaths, turned around, and strode towards the back mountain. Behind him, a hundred old soldiers from the Death Camp who had not participated in the war, followed him silently with their swords.

Standing on the top of the cliff, the river surface was clearly visible, Qin Feng could clearly see that the small heads on the river surface were quickly approaching Qianliu Mountain, climbing up the cliff, revealing his head, and climbing up with his hands and feet. On the river surface, another person was stepping on a piece of wood under his feet, but he was quickly passing the arrow and coming quickly.

Molo, he didn't want to use the river to hide his body, and just crossed the river with a swagger, approached the cliff, rose up, and jumped up several feet above the smooth cliff. With several ups and downs, he had already flew to the top of the cliff. At this time, the black shadows were still climbing hard on the mountain.

Molo did this not just to show off his kung fu and courage. Judging from the performance of the enemies on Qianliu Mountain, he is quite professional. Such a professional enemy cannot be settling in the back mountain. He is so arrogant, but also to attract the attention of his opponents and cover up his cliffs. As long as this team of hundreds of people can reach the mountain, under his leadership, Qianliu Mountain will undoubtedly be broken.

He did not encounter any obstacles, and it seemed that his opponent had not taken any defense in the back mountain.

He stood still with both feet, and as soon as he saw Qin Feng opposite him.

"King Shuntian, you are finally here." Qin Feng smiled, his fingers flicked, and piles of bonfires lit up one after another, and in an instant, the top of the cliff was shining brightly.

Opposite Molo, not only Qin Feng stood, but also hundreds of soldiers. These soldiers formed a formation, about three steps away from Qin Feng.

"Do you think you and these little pawns can block my pace?" Moro sneered and slowly took off the huge cloud-piercing bow on his back.

"The world is composed of these unknown little people. Shun the Heavenly King, don't underestimate any little people." Qin Feng smiled and raised the iron knife in his hand in an inch. "They will give you a surprise."

As if responding to Qin Feng's words, the hundreds of old soldiers shouted, and raised the iron swords in their hands neatly, not forward, but divided into two halves, each taking one step to the left and right, and slashing the big sword in their hands diagonally.

As these hundred big swords fell, Qin Feng, who was standing in front, had a sudden surge of momentum. The originally dark iron sword in his hand lit up in an instant, and a cold light kept wandering on the sword, making a clear moan.

Molo's eyes lit up.

"Interesting!" he exclaimed, "I heard that there was a team called the Death Camp in Da Chu, which could gather ordinary soldiers to fight against the masters. The Death Camp is over. I thought this skill had been lost, but I didn't expect to see it again here."

Qin Feng laughed loudly, "King Shuntian, the one standing in front of you is the death camp. We once gathered a thousand people to fight against the master. You are only at the peak of level nine, and a hundred people are enough!"

"Is that true?" Mo Luo smiled, "I want to give it a try. I didn't expect that there were survivors in the Death Camp, and they actually flew to Dayue. It's so strange!

"There are so many things you can't imagine in this world!" Qin Feng laughed.

"Who are you? I have never heard of a level nine master of the Death Camp. Why are these remnants of the Death Camp left you to drive them?" Moro's hand gently stroked the bowstring and asked.

He didn't care much about his opponent. It might be possible for a thousand people to fight against the Grandmaster, but he was proud of him, only one step away from the Grandmaster. He didn't even take the formation of a hundred people to heart.

"I am Li Feng." Qin Feng blinked, "I am lucky to fight with King Shuntian."

"Then today is your last battle!" Molo slowly raised the iron bow in his hand.

A scream sounded, not from the cliff, but from the cliff, and Molo's face changed slightly.
Chapter completed!