"Mr. Jiang, I am here to open the hall!"

Light incense and candles to sacrifice to the ancestors of Taoism; draw yellow talismans to guide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"The 16-character magic trick of Taiqing driving water to resist the enemy!"

Jiang Jun made a series of complex Taoist seals with both hands, and his hand was so fast that he even gave birth to afterimages; those professional players who shook their hands would cry when they saw it.

Finally, the spell was completed; the internal force in Jiang Jun's body connected the water control talisman that was scattered in the moat.

"The water rises!"

The water in the moat suddenly surged, and "gudu" began to rise up, and a water curtain as wide as a mountain birch wall rose; but its height was only five or six meters high, which was completely a "small guy" compared to the towering mountain birch wall, but it was enough to extinguish fires.

The flood "rumbling" towards the wall of Shanhua City, which felt like "water flooded the little gold mountain".

Looking at the water curtain that was approaching quickly behind him, Kong Wei said: "Close and build up the mountain formation!"

All the black cavalry gathered together, connected all the war horses with chains, and comrades attached to each other, facing the flood through heavy armor.

The time has come to test each other's tacit understanding. If the black riders are inconsistent in their pace, they may fall into pieces, but they can still keep running at high speed and run towards the city gate.

Kong Wei was not connected with the soldiers, but instead took the lead and turned around and said, "Brothers, bang!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Big wind! Strong wind! Strong wind!"

Soon, the flood behind him rushed over and hit the soldiers; the weight of the armor did not affect them at all, and their speed was reduced slightly. When the flood passed, they ran again.

The water that was still flowing flooded half of the horse's legs, but the horses felt extremely refreshing.

The water before slapped on the heavy armor that the soldiers were steamed by the high temperature, and the water flow made a "hissing" evaporation sound.

"Cool!"

These cold water seemed to have resuscited the soldiers' lives, rejuvenated their spirits and quickly attacked the city gate; and after the water passed by the Black Cavalry, it quickly extinguished the flames in front of it.

As soon as the flood passed, the black cavalry immediately untied the chains between each other and started charging at the fastest speed.

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Yan Zheng was hiding in an inconspicuous corner on the city wall. Looking at the flames extinguished by the moat, his eyelids couldn't help but jump. Does this river have a grudge against me? I've been cheating me twice.

After the flood hit the city wall, it slowly retreated back to the moat, leaving mud all over the ground and half-shallow water in the low-lying areas on the surface.

Looking at the black cavalry getting closer and closer, Yan Zheng snorted coldly and ordered: "I will ignite him even if it is water."

"Swoosh swish swish..."

The order was passed down, and the catapults in the city quickly fired huge heavy oil bombs, and the heavy oil bombs exploded, and a large amount of oil floated on the muddy ground and the water-stalked surface in the low-lying areas. The oil burned when it encountered fire, and a raging fire suddenly ignited on the wet ground.

However, the Black Cavalry's charge did not stop because of this. A piece of moist yellow talisman paper was pasted on their backs.

The black cavalry did not stop, and was about to get into the sea of ​​fire; the yellow talisman attached to the back immediately poured out a stream of water, and a water curtain suddenly wrapped the black cavalry. The burning "blazing oil fire" on the ground was pushed away directly to both sides, and the black cavalry continued to move along the opened road.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the Black Cavalry getting closer, Yan Zheng even wanted to stop them personally.

However, he immediately stopped and did not dare to make any abnormal movements at all; because there was someone who also had this idea, and it was faster than him.

A king-level general in the Yellow Turban Army was fiddling with the city crossbow to aim; but before it was launched, an arrow shot through the back of his head, and he fell down weakly.

Yan Zheng looked along the place where the arrow feathers shot, and saw Wu He, who was full of demonic energy, put the Demon Bow back on the horse's back, and then continued to slaughter the Yellow Turban soldiers beside him.

This scene made Yan Zheng fall into a dilemma. He sighed deeply. What should he do? He owned a million troops in Shanhua City, so why was he so timid because of these few thousand people? It was so frustrating.

But there was no problem with his command, but why did he suddenly fall into this situation? Why can't he do anything to the enemy?

The real focus is not the Black Cavalry, but the Wuhe that is raging in the city. The Yellow Turbans cannot take it down at all. In the face of absolute strength, the number is just a cloud of clouds.

Yan Zheng’s loyalty to Taipingdao is beyond doubt. He could not give up Shanhua City; his eyes flashed with a sharp look, and finally decided to stand up and shouted: “All the men, kill me! Don’t let down the expectations of great wise men.”

The Yellow Turban soldiers who were frustrated to the end finally stood up at this moment. Their strength did not make any breakthroughs, but they were determined to die as if they were home.

Yan Zheng jumped out, and Wu He discovered it immediately. He immediately picked up the Battle Demon Bow and shot out three arrows "swoosh". Wu He's archery skills did not exceed the imperial level after all, so Yan Zheng hid it blindly.

The opportunity has been lost, and the Yellow Turban soldiers formed a thick wall of humanity in front of Yan Zheng, and were willing to block all attacks for Yan Zheng.

I don’t know who it was, and wailed and shouted: “Long live Huang Tian!”

Then he rushed towards Wu He angrily, but was instantly killed by a gun; but after his death, countless soldiers also rushed towards Wu He with a look of death. Even though they fell one after another, they were not afraid at all.

"Long live Huang Tian!"

The shouts were connected, and the soldiers in the entire city became restless. A group of seventh-level soldiers rushed towards Wuhe and were soon killed. A group of eighth-level soldiers rushed towards Wuhe and restricted Wuhe to the spot.

Wu He was trapped in a siege for a moment. Look at the Yellow Turban Army's appearance of being ready to die, and then look at Wu He's demonic energy and crazy slaughtering the weak; where is the right sect and which is the evil sect, there is no need to say more?

Wu He glanced at them lightly, and the weapon to harvest life in his hands still did not stop. If anger was useful, then the reckless man would have ruled the world long ago.

The spirit is commendable, but the reality is cruel.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a violent tremor came.

Wu He looked at the city gate, smiled slightly, and said, "My reinforcements are here. It seems that the time to be a hero alone has ended."

The black cavalrymen stood in pairs and rushed in through the cracks at the city gate, knocking the Yellow Turban Army along the way, but they did not continue to charge.

After receiving Wuhe, before retreating back to the city gate, he formed a circle to defend the city gate outside the city gate tunnel, and then prepared to cooperate with Wuhe to push down the city gate.

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If one man and a black cavalry are five thousand, you can reach thousands of horses and thousands of troops. The moment the city gate is broken, the outcome is actually decided.
Chapter completed!