Under the guards of more than a hundred personal guards in the urn, Pang Wenbo watched the figures of Deputy Palace Master Pojun and others appear and disappear in the fire, and his expression was not good-looking.

Although his actions of concentrating his troops on the city walls were to protect the city walls, he failed to keep Deputy Palace Master Pojun and others.

He hoped that Deputy Palace Master Pojun and others would attack Wengcheng.

It’s a pity that these masters of Xinsong are not fools and do not choose to do so.

They flew into the city and were like swimming fishes entering the water again, the sea was wide and the sky was high and the birds could fly.

It is absolutely difficult for the soldiers of the Song Dynasty to eliminate them in the inner city. Even if they can do it, countless soldiers need to be dispatched to search at the same time.

Moreover, it will inevitably face great losses.

And then, when the Luzhou Army arrives, the Chongqing Prefecture will no longer resist the Luzhou Army.

A general hurriedly asked Pang Wenbo, "Captain, should we go after them?"

Pang Wenbo shook his head gently, "No need to chase after me."

Not to mention whether you can catch up or not, even if you catch up, it doesn’t make much sense.

If these masters of the Zhenwu realm have a head-on attack, more than a hundred dragon guns may pose a great threat to them. But if they want to escape, no matter how many dragon guns are, it will be difficult to achieve success.

Pang Wenbo could not predict that the deputy palace master Pojun and other people would scatter their movements after they flew back to the city, so it was not convenient to send troops to pursue them.

The number of soldiers sent was too few, and they would only become the dead souls of these New Song masters.

At present, the city is unable to send too many soldiers into the city.

It can even be said that without tens of thousands of soldiers, it would be a dream to force Deputy Palace Master Pojun and others into desperate situations in the city.

Suddenly, the city calmed down.

There were many corpses of the soldiers of the Song Dynasty lying in the trenches in the city walls.

Blood flows slowly on the blue stone bricks.

In a short period of time, the soldiers who died under the deputy palace master Pojun and others had reached nearly a thousand people.

Pang Wenbo looked at the messy corpses in the torch light, and his expression was even more ugly.

Until now, although the generals in the army have not encountered any accidents, the soldiers in the city have been greatly damaged.

Miao Youli and the Shangyuan Realm worship beside him were still on their way to the city.

When the guns and cannons stopped, they were still so close to the west city wall.

The priest of Shangyuan Realm said in a slight surprise: "The sound of guns and cannons on the city has stopped. Could it be that the assassins have been forced out of the city?"

As soon as the words fell, his expression fusion changed.

Because he felt a little abnormal.

A crisis is coming in the night.

This may be because of his keen senses, or perhaps it is a pure sixth sense.

Could it be that the New Song Assassins came to the city again?

In an instant, the Shangyuan Realm worshiper had such a thought in his mind. A chill rose straight from the soles of his feet.

He didn't have to think too much, but suddenly snatched up, then threw Miaoyouli under the horse, and carried Miaoyouli and rushed into the courtyard next to him.

The two men's war horses neighed.

And this naturally attracted the attention of the master who was passing by in the night.

Of course they are the people of Deputy Palace Master Pojun.

They retreated to the city along the street and met Miao Youli, which was accidental, but objectively, it was not inevitable.

With the perception of the Zhenwu realm masters, it is impossible for Miao Youli and the others to avoid their perception.

In just a few seconds, Deputy Palace Master Pojun and others landed next to two war horses.

Deputy Palace Master Pojun frowned slightly and whispered: "There is a master."

This is not necessary to think too much about it.

If it weren't for the masters, it would be impossible for them to sense their breath. And they would avoid it in such a short time.

Seeing that no soldiers came to pursue him behind him, he winked at the masters behind him.

The masters understood and rushed towards the surroundings.

Those who can ride war horses must be people from the Song army. Those who can have masters to protect each other must have a status in the Song army.

Even though these may be just two masters who were planning to rush to the city to help, they didn't mind spending some time to destroy these two masters.

Anyway, there are no large army coming here.

In the courtyard next to the street, Miao Youli and Shangyuan Realm worshippers hid in the corner under the eaves, with their expressions solemn.

At this moment, the two of them didn't even dare to breathe, both of them were breathing.

Not to mention talking lightly.

Seeing several black shadows vaguely passing by in the night, then a figure fell into the yard. The hearts of the two of them even raised their throats.

At this moment, the eyes of the worshiper in Shangyuan Realm flashed, as if he had suddenly made up some decision.

He turned his head and nodded at Miao Youli, and then suddenly lifted his sword and rushed out of the eaves.

His speed was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye he swept up to the courtyard wall again.

The new Song Zhenwu realm master who only landed in the yard was much faster than his.

Almost at the moment when the Shangyuan Realm worshipped, the Zhenwu Realm master felt it. His eyes fell directly on the Shangyuan Realm worshipped.
Chapter completed!