A complacent attack was disintegrated in an instant, and all that was defeated was just a few dozen small jars, Rong Shanyou looked at the retreating soldiers and gasped. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The screams resounded through the heavens and the earth, and no one died, but they were afraid that it was worse than death. Those who were touched by the powder had a bright blister on their bare skin, itching to the bone, and the victim kept reaching out to scratch the blisters, and once the blisters were broken, some yellow water flowed out. Wherever the yellow water flows, another layer of such blisters will arise.

It's poisoned!

Not only Rong Shanyou was shocked and angry, but Mo Luo, who rushed to the scene after hearing the news, was also furious, and the halberd pointed at the mountain and scolded, furious.

"Tie their hands, don't let them scratch them, and then dip them in water."

After all, he was well-informed, Mo Luo gave the order loudly, and the soldiers who tied their hands and feet were immersed in the water, leaving only one head floating on the surface of the water, and the itchy bone was indeed much easier, and the wailing gradually became quieter.

"Attack, keep attacking!" Mo Luo turned around and said sharply to Rong Shanyou.

A ball of fireball was bounced up by a trebuchet from under the foot of the mountain, and flew to the position of Qianliu Mountain, Rong Shanyou took out the whole body solution, or the clay pot of the Shu Shen Doctor gave him inspiration, he found a large number of clay pots, filled them with fire oil and dry grass, lit them and threw them with a trebuchet, and in a short time, he turned Qianliu Mountain into a sea of fire.

As soon as the fire weakened, the Shuntian army was already shouting, stepping on the burning rocks, and rushing towards the mountain.

The wild dog rushed out of the hiding hole with anger on his face, for the veterans of the death camp, for the fire attack, it was natural to have prepared for a long time, on the position, the caves where they were hiding had already been dug one by one, Qianliu Mountain was half poked in the river, and there was naturally no shortage of water on the mountain, and the preliminary preparations had already dug wells, dug cisterns, and filled them with water. Although the fire attack will not damage the troops on the mountain, it is still uncomfortable.

The raging flames make it difficult to breathe, the key is that although Rong Shanyou has no poison, he also added a lot of condiments to the jar, after igniting, the billowing smoke shrouded the entire Qianliu Mountain, and the strange smell made everyone on the mountain feel strong discomfort, their eyes could hardly be opened, tears flowed, and coughing non-stop.

The only consolation is that Rong Shanyou's methods are indeed very effective, but they miss one thing, wind.

The wind was blowing down from the mountains. Although it is not big, it still greatly reduces the effect of Rong Shanyou's methods, and even affects the Shuntian army who are preparing to attack at the foot of the mountain.

This was a miracle in the history of warfare, when the men of the hill came out of the hole with their big knives in their hands and the roaring attackers at the bottom of the hill screaming and coughing and rushing upwards with tears.

The wild dog was the last one to hide in the hole, so at this time, it seemed that he was also the worst one, the armor on his body was even darker, and his face was even more invisible, black and mushy, only two rows of teeth were still white, wielding a large knife, crying and shouting loudly.

"**** is so shameless, Lao Tzu wants to cut them down." When he shouted this, he completely forgot that he had just launched a biochemical war, and thousands of wounded soldiers of the Suncheon Army were still immersed in the river at this time, enduring the pleasure that tickled to his heart!

He roared and rushed out, and behind him, rows of Taiping soldiers rushed out.

The fire was extinguished, the smoke cleared, the sky revealed its original color, countless stars reappeared in the sky, and the crooked moon sprinkled a soft light on the hillside, layer upon layer of corpses.

The wild dog was laughing wildly with his broadsword held high and a corpse under his feet, and behind him, more Taiping soldiers jumped and cheered, and another frantic attack by the Shuntian army was cut back by them.

Qianliu Mountain is still indestructible. After a whole day of attack, Rong Shan did his best, but the enemy on Qianliu Mountain still firmly held their position, not to mention conquering the entire mountain, they did not even conquer the first position of the Taiping army.

Rong Shanyou has already used all the attack methods he knows, and for him, he only has one last trick left, that is, the most primitive method of the Shuntian Army, to fill in human lives, exchange ten lives for one life of the other party, if it doesn't work, then take twenty.

Because the order given by Moro was still to continue the offensive.

If from a professional point of view, Rong Shanyou does not approve of it, such a large casualty, if you continue to fight, even if you take Qianliu Mountain, then what is left of the Shuntian Army? Is all the belongings that Wu Xin has worked hard to save for more than half a year ruined here? If this is the case, then the regular army of Yue led by Zhang Jian stationed in Zhengyang County will definitely hear about it, this is no longer the beginning of Mo Luo's uprising, and the time for the whole country to be defenseless, they will face the most elite army of the Yue country.

Rong Shanyou has now determined that they must be facing the regular army of Qi State, only the regular army will have so many means to deal with the attack, and the opponent seems to know every set of offensive tactics of his own well, and has made targeted arrangements in advance.

"Attack, keep attacking!" Rong Shanyou gritted his teeth and gave the order to attack again, and this time the attack was replaced by the cannon fodder Qingzhuang auxiliary battalion.

Stepping on the corpses of the predecessors, flowing through the flowing blood stream of Gugu, another wave of attacks, in the cheers of the soldiers on the mountain, began again. And on Qianliu Mountain, a new batch of rotating soldiers went to the forward position, replacing the guys who had been fighting for a day, and the only ones who did not retreat from the position were the wild dogs and big pillars in command.

Qin Feng sat under the eagle flag, and he didn't care too much about the battle under the mountain, with such terrain conditions and such an opponent, he didn't worry that the wild dog would miss at all.

He was waiting, pranayama, exercising, and getting his body and mind in the best condition, which is what he is now committed to doing.

Li Chao hurriedly walked over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"And sure enough, it came. Yu Chao, according to the previous arrangement, you go. Qin Feng stood up and said to Li Chao.

Li Chao nodded, turned around and left quickly.

Qin Feng looked up to the sky, looked at the bright moonlight, took a few deep breaths, turned around, and strode towards the back mountain, behind him, a hundred old soldiers of the death battalion who had never participated in the battle, silently carrying knives, followed behind him.

Standing on the top of the cliff, with an unobstructed view of the river, Qin Feng could clearly see that the small heads on the river were rapidly approaching Qianliu Mountain, climbing up the cliff, revealing their heads, and climbing up with their hands and feet. And above the river, another man, at this moment, stepped on a piece of wood under his feet, but he was faster than the arrow, and came quickly.

Mo Luo, he didn't bother to use the river to hide his figure, and just like that, he swaggered across the river, approached the cliff, rose up, jumped a few feet on the smooth cliff, and in a few ups and downs, he had already flown to the top of the cliff. At this time, those black shadows were still trying to climb on the mountain.

Mo Luo did this, not simply to show off his kung fu and courage, judging from the performance of the enemy on Qianliu Mountain, he was quite professional, such a professional enemy, it was impossible not to fortify in the back mountain, he was so arrogant, but also to attract the attention of the opponent and cover for his subordinates who were climbing the cliff. As long as this team of up to hundreds of people can go up the mountain, under his own leadership, Qianliu Mountain will undoubtedly be broken.

He didn't encounter any obstacles, and it seemed that his opponent didn't make any defenses in the back hill at all.

He stood still on his feet, and for the first time, he saw Qin Feng on the opposite side.

"King Shuncheon, you're finally here." Qin Feng smiled, his fingers flicked, and piles of bonfires were lit one after another, illuminating the top of the cliff in an instant.

On the opposite side of Mo Luo, not only stood Qin Feng, but also stood hundreds of soldiers, who formed a formation, about three steps away from Qin Feng.

"You think that just you and these minions can stop me from moving forward?" Mo Luo sneered and slowly removed the huge cloud-piercing bow that he was carrying on his back.

"The world is made up of these nameless little people, King Shuntian, don't despise any little people." Qin Feng smiled and raised the iron knife in his hand inch by inch. "They'll surprise you."

As if in response to Qin Feng's words, the hundred old soldiers shouted, and the iron knives in their hands were raised in unison, not forward, but divided into two halves, each taking a step diagonally to the left and right, and the big knife in his hand slashed diagonally.

As the hundred big knives fell, Qin Feng, who was standing at the forefront, was in a surge, and the originally dark iron knife in his hand lit up in an instant, and a cold light kept wandering on the knife, making a clear groan.

Morrow's eyes lit up.

"Interesting!" He exclaimed, "I heard that there is a team in Dachu called the Death Battalion, which can gather ordinary soldiers to fight against the masters, and the Death Battalion is finished, I thought that this skill had been lost, but I didn't expect to see it here again." ”

Qin Feng laughed, "King Shuntian, what is standing in front of you is the death camp. We once used to fight against the Grandmaster with a thousand people gathered in a formation, and you are only the peak of the ninth level, and a hundred people are enough! ”

"Really!" Moro smiled, "I'd like to give it a try." I can't imagine that there are survivors in the death camp, and they actually wandered to Dayue, it's really strange!

"There are so many things you can't think of in this world!" Qin Feng laughed.

"Who are you? I have never heard of a ninth-level master in the death camp, why do these remnants of the death camp obey you? Moro asked, stroking his hand lightly over the bowstring.

He doesn't care too much about the opponent, it may be possible for a thousand people to fight against the grandmaster, but he is proud, and he is only one step away from the grandmaster, and he doesn't take it to heart when he is in the array of a hundred people.

"Ben Li Feng." Qin Feng blinked, "I have the honor to fight with King Shuntian." ”

"Then today is your last battle!" Moro slowly raised the iron bow in his hand.

A scream sounded, not from the cliff, but from the bottom of the cliff, and Mo Luo's face changed slightly.

"This is just the beginning!" Qin Feng laughed and slashed out. In Taiping City, he was going to fight with Luo Yishui every once in a while, but it was not just to temper his internal strength, when he heard that Mo Luo had gathered troops to rebel, he expected that sooner or later there would be such a day. (To be continued.) )