In January 881 AD, Xing Tu's army, which started the rebellion from the Gyeonggi Province, headed south all the way. In just two weeks, it successively captured several cities in the Gyeonggi Province, and its troops were approaching the dynasty capital Wang Jing.

On a muddy trail in the mountainous area of ​​the central part of the Gyeonggi Province, more than 10,000 Xingtu soldiers were advancing with difficulty.

Shir Shen stepped on the muddy path with one foot and one foot, constantly cursing the clearing weather in his mouth. As the weather warmed up, the snow melted, causing great trouble to the Xing Tu army heading south.

Lin Chuan was covered in black iron armor, wearing a black cloak, and carrying a battle knife on his waist. The mud turned his black combat boots into a mortal yellow color. He ran back and forth in the queue, encouraging the low-spirited soldiers.

The black marching force lasted for several miles, and the entire Leoman Banner regiment had been in the mountains for a week, and the morale had dropped to zero.

"Dadada..." Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, two cavalrymen wearing black cloaks ran over from the woods ahead, and headed towards the hillside, the flag regiment commander Leoman.

"Sir, climbing over the mountain ahead is Rock Town!" The horseman could not hide the excitement on his face. Before he could salute, he shouted at Leoman from afar.

The news that they arrived in Nok Town was like wings, and soon spread throughout the army. The Xingtu soldiers in the marching seemed to have been injected with a clear spring and suddenly became active. This week they had really suffered enough.

Lin Chuan looked up at the mountain peak covered by trees in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. The fatigue on his face was swept away. The roads in the mountainous areas were difficult to walk, but in order to raid the granary in Locke Town, the Leoman Banner Group had to cross mountains and walk the small path.

Leoman ordered: "The whole army accelerated and climbed over the last mountain before dark."

Although the Xingtu soldiers were exhausted, they still gritted their teeth and climbed over the thorny forest before dark, hiding in a forest near Locke Town.

Lock Town is surrounded by mountains and only one mountain road leads to the outside world. Because it is safe enough, it was transformed into a granary for the entire Gyeonggi Province by the Gyeonggi Province by the dynasty Gyeonggi Province, which stores thousands of grains.

The mission of the Leoman Banner Regiment this time is to seize this important granary and solve the problem of food shortage in the entire Xingtu army.

The 300,000 Xingtu Army's daily diet of horses is not a small amount. The logistics officers in charge of Xingtu Army's command were very worried. Finally, they learned that the grain storage location of the Jingji Province was located, so they sent Leoman to seize it.

The guards of Locke Town were three thousand elite soldiers under the Second Corps of the Gyeonggi Province Local Garage Force. In addition, there was a Nocke Town Guard with about 500 people.

The attack of Xingtu Army was launched in the early morning of the next day. Before that, ten thousand Xingtu soldiers had been hiding in batches in the forest not far from Nok Town.

The entire Nok Town was built with huge iron and stone, and elite dynasty soldiers held sharp blades to guard the intersections and key passes.

On the walls outside Nok Town, you can see the crossbow arrows with cold light flashing from the stomp. The entire Nok Town is in high alert.

Lin Chuan bowed his body and, under the cover of darkness, led his troops to touch Nok Town quietly.

Puchi! The dagger in Lin Chuan's hand cut off the neck of a secret whistle. At the same time, all the secret whistles arranged by the Dynasty army on the periphery were cut off.

After passing more than two miles of grassland, Lin Chuan could clearly see the faces of the dynasty soldiers on the sentry. Under the illumination of torches, a patrol team walked by and made a clanging sound.

Lin Chuan raised his right hand and moved forward with a knife. Several long-bowers behind him bent their bows and arrows, "Swish!" The arrows made a sound of breaking through the air. Soon, several dynasty soldiers on the city wall were shot through their throats, and they led their bodies down the city wall and made a muffled groan.

Seeing that the enemy guard was dealt with by the archer, Lin Chuan waved his hand and the rope that had been prepared was taken up. With the sound of clicking, the inverted hook at one end of the rope was firmly fixed to the city wall.

Lin Chuan and more than a dozen Xingtu soldiers who were agile, climbed up first. Lin Chuan was agile and powerful, and he jumped onto the city wall in less than a moment.

Apart from the torches burned by Pili Bara, there was silence on the city wall. Lin Chuan pulled out his battle knife and his companions occupied the vital location. When he climbed the city wall, he led his team to the wall.

"Who!" A guard saw the shadow of the darkness and asked.

The answer was the flying axe in Lin Chuan's hand. The sharp flying axe directly cut into the guard's chest. The guard's body slowly fell down, smashing a basin of carbon fire, making a clanging sound.

Lin Chuan frowned and ordered: "Sis, take people to open the city gate!"

The Sith waved his hand and more than 20 Xingtu soldiers rushed towards the city gate. Soon after, they had already started fighting fiercely with the dynasty guards guarding the city gate corridor.

Lin Chuan was facing the streets of Nok Town at this moment, standing in the middle of the road, holding the sword in his hand tightly. The other Xingtu soldiers were also ready for battle.

The dynasty soldiers guarding the granary were very elite. In less than a moment, a large group of people had already rushed out from one end of the street and rushed towards Lin Chuan and others.

The fierce battle soon unfolded on the streets, with the dynasty soldiers shielding the shield in front and the gunman behind forming an army formation and crushing towards Lin Chuan, the Bai Yu people.

Lin Chuan said in a deep voice: "Jiang Mingyue!"

Jiang Mingyue stepped out of the line.

Lin Chuan pointed to the approaching shield array and said in a deep voice: "Break it for me!"

Jiang Mingyue threw away the sword in her hand, took the hammer handed over by the Xingtu warrior beside her, looked serious, jumped out, and ran towards the shield formation of the Dynasty army.

Just as Jiang Mingyue was about to approach the shield formation, five spears rushed straight into Jiang Mingyue from the gap. Lin Chuan's face tightened, and Jiang Mingyue kicked the ground with both feet, jumped up, and stepped on the spear with force.

Jiang Mingyue took the opportunity to smash the hammer in her hand. With a clamor, the hard wooden shield was smashed into pieces, and the dynasty soldiers holding the shield flew backwards.

"Kill them all!" Lin Chuan ran forward with a big stride, kicked a shield-holding soldier away, and jumped into the enemy formation.

After landing, the sharp sword swept across the circle, and several dynasty soldiers were killed in half. At this moment, the other Xingtu soldiers also entered the enemy formation and started fighting with the dynasty soldiers.

Every time Jiang Mingyue swung the hammer in his hand, an enemy army would be smashed to the ground and his brain would be broken. Blood stained Jiang Mingyue's face red. Jiang Mingyue, who was once suave, now transformed into a god of killing and started a massacre in the enemy formation.

Lin Chuan was like a human-shaped tank. The enemy along the way was either knocked away by his powerful force or was killed by the sword in his hand. The sword was cut by, and blood rain fell. The streets of Nok Town were bleeding into a river.

Just when Lin Chuan and others could not resist, the Sith had already opened the gate of Nok Town. The rolling iron stream led by Leoman rushed into Nok Town. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the dynasty defenders retreated one after another.

The fierce battle lasted until dawn, and the streets of Nock Town were already covered with corpses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Hahaha, these foods are enough for us to eat for ten years, no! Twenty years!" The commander of the flag regiment, Leoman, led a group of officers into the huge warehouse. Looking at the thousands of piles of grain like mountains, the serious commander laughed happily.
Chapter completed!