Jia Changchao gave Ouyang Xiu double care, which was so moved that the old master burst into tears. He was reluctant to wear it and gave one to Wang Ning'an.

The two veterans were dressed neatly, Ouyang Xiu's back was bent, and Jia Changchao couldn't walk, so he needed someone to support him before he could move forward.

As for Wang Ning'an, although he is the youngest, he is still walking on a dragon and walking with a majestic weapon. Ouyang Xiu was shocked. Could this be the general's tiger and his natural power is really amazing!

The old master subconsciously swept Wang Ning'an's back and almost got angry!

Yaya, the second half of the armor leaves were thrown away. Wang Ning'an only wore half of the armor, with a mere 30 kilograms. He was a thirteen-year-old boy who had been training for a long time, so it was not difficult to bear it.

"How can I face the enemy if my clothes and armor are not intact?" Ouyang Xiu clearly saw Wang Ning'an's joke and forced him to wear it all.

Our Wang Erlang didn't care at all, and said righteously: "I went to fight late and went to fight without retreat. What kind of armor do I need on my back? Will I turn around and run away if I am so difficult?"

What a powerful reason, a tough explanation!

Jia Changchao turned his head and looked at Wang Ning'an meaningfully at risk of his neck breaking.

You kid tells lies passionately and shamelessly, and you really have the style of me back then!

...

No matter what, when Jia Changchao and Ouyang Xiu appeared in the open space of the Shuaiya, it was still very shocking. The guards, soldiers, and servants were moved when they saw the majestic and could not move.

Jia Changchao stood up with his back and said majestic: "A mere thief is not worth mentioning. Why did I take action? Let this young man command the man for me."

He really deserves to be a shameless Jia Xianggong, and he pushed the blame on Wang Ning'an. He waved his hand and asked someone to quickly get a chair, otherwise his old waist would be broken.

Ouyang Xiu, who was usually honest, didn't know what was going on at this time, and said in a heart-wrenching manner: "Nephew Wang is the descendant of the general. He has learned the true teachings of me and has unparalleled strategies. With his command, I will be relieved to be ten thousand. Let me play chess with Mr. Jia and wait for the traitor to be destroyed!"

Two round chairs, a table, and a chessboard. Jia Changchao was black and Ouyang Xiu was white. The two old guys actually started playing chess in public.

Especially Jia Changchao was even more proud, leaning against the chair, holding his head with his hands, not to mention being too calm and confident.

People were stunned. They finally saw what it means to take lightly and to be like a general. Mount Tai collapsed before, and his face remained unchanged. Jia Xianggong, I am so manly!

The soldiers' courage was suddenly aroused, and Jia Xianggong was not afraid, let alone our life was a waste of time!

Everyone hated the enemy and was full of morale.

Only Wang Ning'an understood that these two old guys could not stand any longer.

He turned to the two of them, turned his back to the soldiers, and said in a quiet voice: "I can command, there is only one thing, even if I die, I am not allowed to move the place. You two are just pretending!"

Ouyang Xiu rolled his eyelids and nodded weakly. Jia Chang waved his hand to him, which meant that I got it.

Wang Ning'an turned around and said loudly: "Everyone will gather immediately to guard the general's mansion, dare to disobey the order and refuse to obey, and kill him immediately!"

After announcing the order, Wang Ning'an immediately divided all the troops in the commander's mansion into five groups, each of which was about one hundred, with four branches guarding four sides, and one as a reserve team.

Ten fierce soldiers from the Wang family formed a law enforcement team. Whoever dared to retreat would be killed immediately without mercy.

Just as they were ready, the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer.

The conflict between the Yang family generals can only cause some difficulties to the Manichi Cult. In fact, the team of troops is still gathering. The most valuable thing in the entire Daming Mansion is the General Mansion. As long as you take it down, the entire city will fall into the hands of the Manichi Cult!

At dusk, the Manichaeists launched their first attack. Their dense formations were surrounded by people, like a torrent, and they rushed towards the commander's mansion.

Crazy screams, curses, and venting the excitement in their hearts. Their eyes turned red, like a group of crazy beasts, seeming to not know about pain and death. Bows and arrows shot down sparsely, and some people fell down, but more people added them, not knowing life and death, and not afraid of everything.

Their fanaticism makes the scalp numb, and the cold surges from the outside.

A madman who doesn’t even care about his own life will not care about other people’s lives. If you want to survive, you can only defeat them! Kill them all!

Wang Ning'an led the supervising team and shouted loudly, driving everyone to fight to the death. The two sides fought close forces around the wall of the commander's mansion. The Manichaeans suffered heavy casualties and it was not easy to defend one side.

Life disappears every moment. Once the officers and soldiers fall into the hands of Manichaeists, they will be dismembered by the corpse and chopped into a pile of meat paste. The shrill shouts make people cold from the bones. Ouyang Xiu and Jia Changchao's fingers keep shaking, and their palms are covered with cold sweat.

Bang, an arrow landed on the ground and bounced up again, hitting Jia Changchao's helmet. It was very light, but with this move, the old man's soul almost flew away.

"I, I'm dead!"

Ouyang Xiu growled: "Jia Ziming, like a man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head seemed to be hit by a hammer, and he buzzed, and the old master almost died of scare. Fortunately, his helmet was thick enough that he did not lose his life.

The two old guys looked at me, and I looked at you, all of them showed horror. It was not a joke between life and death! They could only pray that Wang Ning'an could guard the General's Mansion, otherwise he would be really finished...

Wang Ning'an looked at the Qi Mingxing in the sky with his hands behind his back. It seemed that it was not far from dawn. It was time to give them some good looks, he murmured to himself!

"throw"

More than a dozen strong soldiers followed Wang Ning'an's orders and rushed to the wall with their arms, threw them out with force. The jar broke open and a lot of viscous liquid splashed out from it, without any lethality. The Manichaeans laughed wildly and didn't care.

Their archers killed two soldiers, very proud.

"put!"

The short gun in Liang Dagang's hand was wrapped in sulfur and drew a perfect arc with flames. Bang, the instantly thrown turbulent oil burned quickly when it came to heat. A huge ball of flames soared into the air. The fierce fires successively engulfed more and more Manichaeans.

When defending the city in the Song Dynasty, fierce turbulent oil was used. Daming Mansion was an important town, and it was impossible not to have it. However, there was no strong turbulent oil cabinet in the Marshal's Mansion. Wang Ning'an just found a big pit that was ten feet long and stored fierce turbulent oil.

Without the launch device, he could only use the jar, but it seemed that the effect was good. On the street in front of the General Manichae, hundreds of Manichaeans were swallowed by fire.

The soldiers on the wall kept firing arrows and hunting enemies covered in fire. The thick black smoke choked everyone to cough. Everyone gritted their teeth and killed with all their might. The more they killed, the safer they would be...

The Manichaeists in front finally retreated. Before everyone could take a breath, they became anxious again.

Wang Ning'an sent the reserve team up without hesitation and sent twenty jars of hot turmeric. Soon, there were fires all around the generals' mansion, and the soldiers suffered a lot. The legendary hell was nothing more than that.

In the past, they might have been defeated long ago. Fortunately, Wang Ning'an made proper arrangements and two old men were not afraid of the danger. The soldiers mustered up Yu Yong and fought to the death.

The fierce fire made the Manichaeans sober a lot, and they seemed to know that they were powerful, but they were still unwilling to give up. More people gathered together to launch the final fatal blow, leaving them with little time.

...

"Take the gift I prepared, it's time." Wang Ning'an climbed to the highest point of the General's Mansion and observed the situation outside.

Suddenly, there was a shout of killing from both sides of the east and west, and two teams collided with the Manichae church. The originally chaotic battlefield was even more chaotic.

"The opportunity is here! Lift the head up."

Wang Ning'an quickly rolled down from the roof and gave an urgent order. In an instant, the tall flagpole was erected, with a bloody head hanging on it. The soldiers from the General's Mansion shouted together: "The head of the king is here, surrender and not kill!"

The already chaotic Manichae church members became even more chaotic when they heard the explosive news. Some were afraid and exclaimed, some howled in despair, some rushed, and some retreated, and suddenly became a mess.
Chapter completed!