"Kill one person and lose blood, kill ten people without making any profit. Kill fifty people. I will beat your legs and shoulders for you. Those who kill hundreds of people look at me and make any requests. You can choose any girls who have never married in the Western Regions at will. I will be a matchmaker for you. If you kill thousands of people, I will be a pawn for you, provided that you do not despise me, the lame marquis."

The arrow flew past Wei Jiu's ears, but it did not affect his speech at all. He held a lame leg behind the soldiers to inspire the soldiers' momentum. One of the soldiers of the Black Armored Army threw out the dry thunder in his hand, turned to look at his marquis and smiled.

"The Marquis is not lame!"

The young soldier is about the same age as Wei Jiu, and he is considered an old man in the Black Armor Army. But before he finished speaking, he was slapped by the man beside him. The young general felt a little aggrieved. The man didn't even want to teach him a lesson and continued to fight. Wei Jiu knew that this man was the first of the second group of members of the Black Armor Army and was ranked ninth in the list of the Black Armor Army.

Wei Jiu took off his wrist and threw it to the young general with the beads that he had blackmailed from Xuanzang, and said with a smile.

"Jiawei is in my arms. I remember to return it to this marquis after the war. This is Xuanzang's treasure. This marquis has been in love for several years."

The originally a little sad Chen Jiawei suddenly smiled and grinned.

"Mr. Marquis, don't you need to pay it back if you die?"

Hearing this, Wei Jiu smiled and said nothing, and turned around and left.

Wei Jiu often scolded the eight guys, spring, summer, autumn and winter, but he would never be in front of the Black Armored Army soldiers. He wanted to give them face and let the Black Armored Army soldiers understand that the eight young commanders meant him Wei Jiu, and prestige must be established.

Returning to Fang Xuanling, he patted Chu Suiliang, who was sitting on the ground resting, and said softly.

"You are a servant. Don't wait here for the battle to end. Go to the battlefield to cheer up the soldiers. Remember to hide from some arrows, otherwise you will have to be given a posthumous title and the Fang Xiang will also get up and move?"

Fang Xuanling, who was the first to stand up, strode towards the soldiers fighting the city wall. Although they had reason to rest here, Wei Jiu disagreed.

Chu Suiliang stood up and looked at Wei Jiu and asked in a deep voice.

"Wei Wuliang, can you defend Wusun?"

Wei Jiu shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, pulled the corners of his mouth and said.

"I can't hold on, and I'm not ready to defend here. The purpose of coming to Wusun is to kill people. I have killed 50,000 slaves. There is no big difference between 150,000 and 50,000. I'm afraid? My god-hearted man can send you away, but you Chu Suiliang is upright and willing to devote your efforts to the country. Will you leave?"

Chu Suiliang's eyes twitched and pointed at Wei Jiu's hand trembling, and his voice was also trembling.

"I... I shouldn't be mixed with you! Wei Wuliang, don't try to use me for the second time in your life!"

After saying that, Chu Suiliang left with great strides, and after taking a few steps, Wei Jiu shouted.

"Chu Pushe brought this box of jerky to the soldiers."

"knew!"

The three words blurted out. When Chu Suiliang touched the wooden box with both hands, Wei Jiu stretched out two fingers and said with a treacherous smile.

"Second time!"

Chu Suiliang stood on the city wall and cursed at Wei Jiu. He lost his past elegance and became an angry shrew, but it was Chu Suiliang's angry scolding that made the haze in the hearts of the soldiers in the city wall dissipate instantly.

Yes! The officials were not afraid, and these civil servants were not afraid. As soldiers, they were afraid of these 100,000 enemy troops? Chu Suiliang didn't know that his intention and Wei Jiu were shocked by the morale of the army!

Chu Suiliang hugged a bundle of drought thunder and threw it under the city, gritting his teeth and angrily.

"You marquis said you would not defend the city. This battle is for killing people. Since it is time to die sooner or later, you won't be able to pull some people back. When we go to the underworld, let's fight to the King of Hell's Hall together. For your marquis, you marquis are asking for a marquis in the underworld! My mother's head, bah! A group of barbarians."

"Pu She's right! When we arrive in the underworld, we will rob the official position of Pu She!"

The soldiers of the Hei Family Army replied loudly, and Chu Suiliang laughed and scolded in a low voice after hearing this.

"It's really saving your marquis. You've learned to return the gift."

At this moment, the land outside the city wall was devastated, and deep pits were blown out on the ground. Blood and mud mixed together to paint a tragic battlefield on the land outside the city to commemorate the soldiers who died in battle.

The Tocharian soldiers were fearless, even when facing this drought-torn thunder that humans could not resist, the steel needles that exploded in the battlefield, and the iron sheets harvested the lives of many soldiers. The Tocharian army finally came to the city under the city by stacking human lives, and the siege ladder was once again set up.

Now you are not allowed to be afraid of the Marquis of Zhiming in the Tang Dynasty. Now the sky thunder is gone, and he has no divine power.

Liu Jinwu tore his clothes into strips of cloth and tied a bundle of gunpowder tightly. After igniting it with a torch, he did not rush to embarrass him. He came to the siege ladder in the rain of arrows. Seeing that the leads of the gunpowder were about to burn out, he gently put down the gunpowder.

A bunch of drought thunder exploded in the air like a laughing head. The steel needle patches mixed inside were like flowers of a goddess. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had to squat down and dodge. Liu Jinwu looked at the broken siege ladder on the city wall and shouted happily.

"Climb! I ask you to climb, everyone will listen to me. The siege ladder he gave them will be broken first, don't... your mother's whistle!"

While speaking, an arrow shot Liu Jinwu on the shoulder. The man told the soldiers what a tough guy was. He grabbed the arrow and penetrated his shoulder and pulled it out from behind. Liu Jinwu prepared for the thunder in the dry sky again.

Some civil servants who could not use drought thunder began to tear their clothes and tied up drought thunder. The rest were not idle. They came to the city walls under the rain of arrows and pushed open the siege ladders. Seeing the enemy falling heavily into the mud and water without any response, the civil servants cheered loudly.

Who said that civil servants should not go into battle to kill the enemy?

Fang Xuanling did not stop at the city wall in the west. He came all the way to the north wall. The battle here became even more tragic. The enemy's arrows were hesitant about the raindrops. It was time for them to fight back. Fang Xuanling came to Yu with a shield. He did not speak or encourage the soldiers. Instead, he squatted in the city wall and lit a dry thunder and threw it out with force.

Seeing this, the soldiers on the city wall also began to fight back, without aiming or seeing the enemy. The steel needle patches blown out by the dry thunder have no dead ends. As long as they are within the attack range, the soldiers on the north wall began to fight back to calm the Tocharo's bow and arrows, and followed by a more violent rain of arrows.

At this time, a soldier came to report in a low voice.

"The leader of the rain, the enemy began to climb the city wall under the cover of the rain of arrows."

The taciturn Yu looked at Fang Xuanling, who smiled faintly.

"You are responsible for the defense of the North Wall. I am here just to be a coolie. I will give you drought thunder and bandage the soldiers' wounds, and you don't need to look at me."

Yu lowered his head, and spoke after a moment of silence.

"Populate the turmeric oil! Ignite."

Just a stick of incense, a fire broke out outside the north wall and the city wall. The fire illuminated the entire night. The thick smoke rising blinded the eyes of the enemy's bows and arrows, and what greeted them to the north wall were dry thunders that penetrated the thick smoke.

Arrows shoot thunder!

How can rain give you the chance to shoot down thunder in dry weather?
Chapter completed!