With a 'bang', a loud crash drowned out all the noise of the battlefield.

Ma Chao's eyes lit up, and he finally saw that the gate of Xiafen City was smashed open by a rushing car. What's even more dramatic is that at this time, a flying stone happened to pass over Ma Chao's head and smashed into the main flag on the head of Xiayan City. The crisp breaking sound immediately attracted a burst of cheers from Ma Jiajun.

Ma Chao never thought that a small city would take him three days. Fortunately, at this time, he could finally swing the big gun held high in the air suddenly: "Warriors, remember, this attack is the first, after entering the city, you must not kill civilians indiscriminately." Only those stubborn religious elements will be completely eradicated with me! ”

For a while, Huang Yuan's Ma family iron cavalry, Zhao Yun's white horse righteous servants, and the Ma family's infantry with a high morale in front of them were galloping like a tide. After the trebuchets and lathe crossbows stopped attacking, the infantry flew over the city like apes with the help of ladders and flying equipment. And the soldiers who fought hard to enter the trapped camp cut off the sling as soon as possible, and lowered the suspension bridge to welcome the most deterrent cavalry troops of the Ma family into the city.

The reason why it could not be attacked for a long time this time was not because of the thick walls of the city, nor because there were good generals in the city to defend it, nor because there were plenty of soldiers and horses in the city. It's because Ma Chao really didn't expect that this city would be the holy land of the Five Doumi Sect. All the cultists in Wudu County who believed in Wudou Rice took refuge in Xiafen City in advance before the Ma family attacked on a large scale. And the Ma family suddenly attacked and discerned, which made the tens of thousands of believers in the city the most solid city wall, and resisted the Ma family army for three days.

In the past three days, Ma Chao saw the arrow letter he persuaded to surrender, and after being altered by blood, he shot back into the camp again; I also saw the madness of those believers swearing to protect the city with their deaths on the head of the city; I even saw those fanatics, who used their last strength to hold the soldiers of the Ma Jiajun and jumped off the city wall and died together!

At the beginning of the war, Ma Chao fought more restrained. still follows the tenet of attacking the heart, but after seeing the power of religious fanaticism, Ma Chao was gradually beaten into anger, completely gave up the idea of Huairou, and ordered the slaughter of the Wudoumi Sect - this was originally a battle of faith, and there was no compromise at all!

However, despite this, under the repeated blows of bed crossbow artillery and the sea of flying stones, the city still held out for three days. It was only at this time that Ma Chao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"My lord, this is just the beginning. In the lower city, at this time it was a complete hysterical Wudoumi cultist. If such a strong charge is made, and those desperate disciples start street fighting, our cavalry will not be able to move an inch, and there will be heavy casualties! Yang Xiu saw the cavalry of the Ma family who had already rushed to the city gate, and quickly spoke.

"This is already a decisive battle that will not stop at all, and there is no room for any turnaround. Do you think those sectarians will coexist peacefully with the Ma family? Ma Chao naturally thought of such a result, but he had no choice at all, but he lifted the reins of the horse and shouted loudly: "The big waves wash the sand, and what is left behind will never be this group of religious madmen whose brains have been broken!" Sons, rush with me and kill all those stupid people who only live in fantasy! ”

"My lord! ......." Yang Xiu still wanted to persuade again, but after the long BMW hissed, he was already like an arrow off the string, stepping on the sleepless corpse on the battlefield, like a black sharp arrow rushing into the city of Xiafen.

"Dezu, the lord is right this time." Li Ru slowly walked in front of Yang Xiu, sighed, and said, "You are in a famous family, you may not have much impression of the Yellow Turban Chaos back then. But you always know what kind of means the three brothers Zhang Jiao used to set off the biggest disaster in the Han Dynasty, right? ”

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand?" Yang Xiu muttered, and couldn't help but ask Li Ru back: "Religious brainwashing, is it really so terrifying, it has to be completely eradicated from the physical body before it can be rested?!" ”

"Runan recently rebelled against the remnants of the Yellow Turbans, and the Montenegrin army has been in the state for many years. It has been almost ten years since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and those thugs who believed in Zhang Jiao's teachings still did not repent after Zhang Jiao's death for so long. And the paranoid fanaticism of those cultists who are not afraid of life and death in the past three days, do you still think that the power of religion is not terrible? ”

Seeing that Yang Xiu was stunned and stopped speaking, Li Rufu sighed again and said: "The lord is lucky, because Zhang Lu placed all the holy places of five buckets of rice in the important town of Zhisuo, and we can destroy them all; But at the same time, the lord is also unlucky, because if we don't find Zhang Lu's main force for a decisive battle as soon as possible, then a few more holy places can consume our army........"

"Die!"

Ma Chao used his strength again in his hand, and raised the big lance that had already strung three people, and attacked a member of the disciples who were already stunned. The terrible howl suddenly resounded in the sky, and the cultist did not die immediately after skewering through his chest and abdomen. Instead, he watched as his intestines slid out of his body, and he was dragged to the ground with the gallop of the elephant dragon horse, his expression extremely painful.

After that, what rescued him was that the swaying lance was finally overwhelmed and suddenly broke in the middle of the road. Then, the ruthless iron rider of the dragon BMW smashed into the head of the cultist, causing him to burst his brain and end his painful encounter.

However, when he looked up again, Ma Chao saw that all the Ma Jiajun and the sect were fighting fiercely and were inseparable.

After all, these disciples were all people who had not received formal military training, and their combat effectiveness was much worse than that of the Ma Jiajun. Moreover, they did not set up any obstacles that hindered the march of the cavalry, such as stumbling horses and antlers, so that the Ma Jiajun could shuttle through the streets and alleys with ease, and calmly shoot those sectarians with the Yuan Rong crossbow. The whole situation seems to be that Ma Jiajun is leading a massacre. However, in the situation where all the people are soldiers, there are still many tragic accidents.

A disciple had two broken spears stuck in his abdomen, a piece of intestines flowing outside his body, as if fighting to the death, his red eyes were burning with a beast-like light, and a rival Ma Jiajun did not stay behind, and was merged by the two knives of the disciples, and his head was cut off like scissors. Cut off the heads of the officers and soldiers, and the heads of the sect members also drooped down like frosted eggplants, and they died of anger.

A Ma family saber is proficient, a sweep of the knife slashed off a sectist's legs, but the sergeant did not have time to relax, the sect member had already pounced fiercely, choked his throat to death, the sergeant was horrified, with a knife frantically stabbed the believer's chest and abdomen, in an instant the sectist's chest and abdomen was blurred, but he still opened his angry eyes, his hands were pinched, and there were red blood stains sliding from his cracked eyes, as hideous as a ghost.

A sturdy Ma Jiajun rode a disciple under his crotch, his hands choked the throat of the disciple, and he was about to fight to death, several cold spears had ruthlessly pierced his broad shoulders, the sergeant's eyes suddenly widened, and a wisp of red blood had slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The wind howled, rolling up the yellow dust in the sky, and fascinated Ma Chao's eyes. At this moment, his heart is like this loess, he can't see or speak........

This will never work!

The mourners are invincible, but there is definitely a way to destroy their defenses. The sharp sword of the Ma family must not be broken in the crazy hands of these religious elements like this!

Ma Chao's eyes were split, and his eyes suddenly saw the turbulent madness in front of him: it was the temple of five buckets of rice in Xia Fen City, and all the sect members, most of whom were concentrated around the temple, fighting desperately with the Ma family's army.

Yes, there it is!

As long as the last line of defense in their hearts is destroyed, the sect members will no longer have the fighting spirit!

Suddenly mentioning the reins of the horse again, Ma Chao saw that Zhao Yun, Tai Shici, Gan Ning, Zang Ba, Gao Shun, Huang Yuan, Huang Zhong, Li Yan and other generals completely led the army to that place: there, it is the last psychological barrier of the city, and it must be broken by the Ma family's army!