The soldiers of Ruijin Camp advanced forward with the rumbling drum sound. The team in front stopped outside the range of the catapults on the dam. The drum sounded stopped, and the soldiers sat down under the command of the officer. In the inexplicable eyes of the Qi army on the dam, the three black houses began to move. At this moment, behind them, eight throwing arms had been completely opened, and smoke began to come out from a cylinder on the top of the house.

"Long-range attack weapon!" The general who was in charge of commanding the slashing aircraft changed slightly, "General Cheng, they were moving in the blind spot of our slashing aircraft's attack, they were going to attack our fortifications."

Cheng Song sneered: "What kind of climate can it be? In that position, the range of attacks is limited. You can adjust the shooting angle of some of the catapults immediately and try to kill them."

The soldiers on the dam became busy. It was not easy to adjust the trench machine they used. And just as they adjusted, the attacks from the black houses began.

A fireball flew up and landed in the middle of the dam under the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the army. With a loud bang, the sudden firelight attracted everyone. Then the fireball began to roll down. Wherever it passed, the firelight was raging. Some soldiers who could not dodge were rubbed a little, next to it, and immediately they were broken.

After one, two and three fireballs flew up one after another, three black houses and twenty-four fireballs formed a fire curtain in the air.

Cheng Song once thought that the opponent's shooting at this angle was not large, but reality made him stunned. In the same black house, the fireballs shot out from different angles and shooting distances, when they fell, they were in a 8-shaped shape, covering almost the entire dam position.

What stunned him at night was the other party's ejaculation.

The twenty-four fireballs in the first round just fell, causing a raging fire on the position, and the twenty-four fireballs in the second round had already flew into the air again.

This completely subverts Cheng Song's understanding of long-range weapons such as trenchers. In order to ensure the shooting degree of trenchers, although there are hundreds of trenchers on the dam, he can only divide them into three waves to attack, so as to maintain continuous strike force. However, it is obvious that the throwing weapons on the opposite side are not like this. Standing on the high dam, he saw clearly that the throwing arms quickly fell back after throwing the fireball in front, and another fireball rolled out from the inside of the black house and landed accurately in the big spoon in front of the throwing arms. Next, there was a new round of shooting.

After several consecutive rounds of shooting, there was already a huge fire above the entire position.

"Kill them, hurry up and kill them!" Looking at the fire-bowing people leaping out of the position, Cheng Song was anxious.

Finally, a catapult finally adjusted the angle. The first distance-based stone bomb was thrown out, but with a thud, it deviated dozens of feet away from the black house.

As soon as the stone bullet fell, the black houses located in the dead corners on both sides immediately stopped shooting. They were moving forward. Cheng Song stared blankly at the black house under the push of dozens of soldiers and moved forward. With this movement, he advanced more than a hundred steps forward, and suddenly he completely escaped from the attack range of the just adjusted catapult.

I finally adjusted the shooting distance and did all useless work.

"Master Lan!" Cheng Song turned his head suddenly and looked at Lan Yongchuan.

Lan Yongchuan nodded, pulled out a long sword from his waist, and with a sharp roar, he snatched down from the ground, turning into a afterimage, and rushed towards the Ming army position where two thunderbolt fires were placed. These strange things must be destroyed.

Looking at the gray shadow that was falling down, the monk laughed, "Master, you only have it, we don't have it! Huo War, please invite me!"

Huo Guang walked out from behind the formation with a knife, took a step forward, and when he took the second step, the monk's eyes flashed. When he looked again, Huo Guang was already standing in front of the thunder fire, facing the man in gray who was flying.

On the other side, Cheng Song did not rest. He led a personal army of hundreds of people to kill from the other side.

"Wife, be careful if you have any work. If you can't beat me, you will run away. It's not embarrassing. If the thunder fire is gone, you will be gone. Then I will ask them for it!" The monk looked at Yu Xiu'e and reached out to tuck a strand of head that slipped out of her helmet behind her ears.

"How could I lose!" Yu Xiu'e glanced at him angrily, took a knife and brought a team of soldiers to meet him.

Looking at the left and right wings, the monk suddenly raised the big knife in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, it's time for us to spread a little, stare at the stones in the air, and you'll be dead!"

Thousands of soldiers from Ruijin Camp roared, stood up, followed the monk, and rushed forward.

Above the high dam, the silence of the stone roared, and stone bombs finally fell down. However, because the thunder fire on both sides restrained most of the firepower, the stone bombs thrown by the stone troopers on the high dam seemed much sparse. After a round of attacks, the results were very little. The monks and more than a thousand soldiers who ran in front of them only injured and retreated dozens of people. After the first wave of attacks landed, they suddenly accelerated and rushed to the first line of defense. This is also the most complete line of defense on the dam.

The monk pulled out a gun on his back with his back. The soldiers running in the front had at least five guns inserted on their backs, which made them look like rows of peacocks with open screens.

With a roar, densely packed guns were thrown out. At the same time, after the Qi army's defense line, rows of archers also appeared, and the sound of linoleums was endless, and feather arrows like flying locusts rushed towards us.

The gun was flying, and the sound of the tones continued to sound. The archers who stood up were in great trouble and shot out the first feather arrow in their hands. Before they could squat down, the gun was flying, piercing through their bodies.

The armor that Qin Feng equipped the soldiers with no expense showed their powerful role at this moment. The feather arrows fell on the armor, and the sound of jingling was endless, but they were bounced away one after another, leaving only a few white seals on it. The Qi army attacked the feather arrows and fell down more than a dozen soldiers. They were not very lucky. The feather arrows hit the door in front of them, and even the gods were unsuccessful.

No one paid attention to the fallen soldiers. At this time, except for rushing forward and throwing guns in their hands, there was no other idea in their minds. They ran forward a few steps, and the second wave of feather arrows was coming towards them.

It was still feather arrows throwing guns. After the defense line, the second wave of archers of Qi's army stood up, and the second wave of archers of Ming army also threw them out. The ending was the same as the first wave of attacks. Another row of archers fell down, but there were even fewer Ming troops on this side, because the archers were aiming at the first wave of Ming troops. But now the first wave of Ming troops were buried in their heads and rushing forward. The feather arrows had no other function except for the jingling sounds like musical instruments.

A muffled sound came from the air, and a crossbow finally roared. The monk caught a glimpse of a thick crossbow that hit one of his soldiers. This time, no matter how good the armor was, it could not withstand such a powerful impact. The armor was torn, and the crossbow arrow broke through the body, and then penetrated the soldier's body and hit the second soldier. The soldier's body rushed forward suddenly flew backwards, flying in the air, and blood kept scattering down and dripping on his comrades-in-arms. The crossbow arrow as thick as a child's arm was inserted into his body. Although it tore the second armor, it did not cause any more damage.

"Fuck your mother!" The monk cursed and stepped heavily on the ground. He flew up, threw a gun with his left hand, nailed a Qi army to the position, then held the knife in both hands and slashed heavily.

Dozens of spears suddenly raised from the position and stabbed at the monk in the air.

The big knife slashed down, and when he touched the first spear, the monk's body began to roll. After two rolls, he had avoided the stabbing of dozens of spears below, and his feet fell steadily on the enemy's defense line.

"Die me!" The big knife swept across and down, and the monk looked like a madman.

A Qi army officer roared to meet him with a knife and a shield in one hand.

Huo Guang's eyes suddenly lit up, the man in gray lost his trace, and thousands of sword lights shone in front of his eyes. At this moment, the sunlight in the sky seemed to have lost its color. He snorted coldly: "If you fight, fight, why are you playing with these whistling things?"

He lifted the knife, stood firm with both feet, and slashed forward with a heavy knife.

Thousands of sword lights suddenly disappeared, and the man in gray appeared in front of Huo Guang, his face full of astonishment. He raised the long sword in his hand and another drop of blood at the tip of the sword.

Huo Guang's sword was once again raised high above his head, and a drop of blood was slowly sliding down the tip of the knife.

If the man in gray had not stopped at the last moment, the first fight between the two masters would have been a loss. One was pierced by a sword, and the other could not escape the fate of being stabbed or killed.

Lan Yongchuan stared at Huo Guang opposite him. This was a madman. He thought to himself that he had finally practiced to the point of a master and saw scenery that ordinary people could not see. They were not ordinary soldiers with no value in their lives. How could they fight so arrogantly? He could not do it.

Huo Guang smiled grimly. The other party was scared. He could feel the other party's change in his mood.

"Die!" He shouted fiercely, and the big sword slashed again. To outsiders, this sword was very ordinary and no different from an ordinary soldier who slashed it with one sword, but the feelings were very different from those involved. After this sword, Lan Yongchuan felt that all the energy in his body was locked, and no matter where he dodged, he could not dodge the sword.

Of course, besides being hard blocked, it is a head-on battle.

"Madman!" he shouted angrily, stabbed out with a sword, and pulled it out, as if he had torn a hole on the brocade, and Lan Yongchuan's figure flashed out from the crack.

"Eat me another knife!"

"Take me another knife!"

"I'll take my knife!"

On the other side, Cheng Song was killing the crazy woman in front of him step by step. When he saw the situation on the other side, he was shocked. His most trusted master Lan Yongchuan was actually chased by a sword-holding man around the world. He was approaching his own side step by step.

The crazy woman's helmet in front of her had already flew to where she had already flown, but she rushed up bravely again, and the big sword shining with light slashed down again.

It’s not a family, but if you don’t enter the family, you will be crazy. Cheng Song sighed. The other party is also a level nine master, which is worse than him, but it is impossible to kill the other party in a short time. He was entangled by this crazy woman, and the other party had the absolute advantage in the fight between the soldiers on both sides.

He didn't want to wait for the two masters to hit him. The barbarian slaps him with a knife, and he absolutely couldn't stand it.

"Retreat!" he shouted sternly.
Chapter completed!