"Xianzun, please use tea!"

A tender and lovely little beauty knelt beside Yang Feng, held a steaming small teacup in front of him, and whispered softly and weakly.

Next to him, Li Yao snorted coldly.

This is known that Xianzun likes double cultivation Yelu Shifang specially selected to serve Xianzun, the name is Xiao Lian'er, it is said that it has a little relationship with Xiao Yanyan, of course, it belongs to a long-term relationship, Yelu Shifang was originally collected to play Lori to cultivate, so the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting female black tea art are all proficient, absolutely unparalleled in color art, but at this time I have to endure the pain of love and dedication to Xianzun......

Uh, enjoyed.

"Can you blow xiao?"

Yang Feng asked with a smile on the teacup.

"The disciple can blow."

Xiao Li'er said shyly.

"Blow according to this score!"

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he handed her a piece of music score, and the latter lowered his head and looked at it intently, and quickly raised his head and said, "Disciple, you can give it a try!" ”

"Okay, get the piano!"

Yang Feng rolled up his sleeves and said.

Li Yao angrily put a guqin on the table in front of him, and Xiao Li'er next to him also brought a Dong Xiao, and then saw Xianzun brewing feelings, and then began to flick the strings, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded immediately, Xiao Li'er looked at the score a little nervously, and played it tentatively, and soon entered the state, the music played by the piano and flute ensemble in the cold night breeze accompanied by the lonely moon and cold stars, swirling around the city full of torches, Yang Feng sang loudly in the swaying of this firelight......

"The sea laughs, and the tide on both sides of the strait ......"

Well, he still sings the afternoon horse version.

In this strange singing and music, countless soldiers on both sides of them held weapons in their hands, standing proudly behind the arrow stacks, staring motionlessly at the outside of the city, the barracks outside the city were closely connected, the dense tents of size were as vast as a long river, the sporadic firelight reflected in them, and the neighing of war horses was faintly discernible. This long river of tents and firelight almost surrounds the entire Gaocheng City, and there is even a long earthen fence being built overnight, and countless lights can be faintly seen on the Hutuo River in the distance, and there are also faintly discernible busy figures in the lights, which are building a dam on the Hutuo River, ready to intercept the river water to irrigate Gaocheng.

The small city was surrounded.

In fact, on the second day after Yang Feng seized it, the 60,000 army led by Wuliang Hetai arrived, but Xianzun turned a blind eye and let this army surround Gaocheng on all sides, on the third day, Shi Yi led 40,000 Han troops to join the siege, and on the fifth day, Lian Xixian led 30,000 Mongolian troops to arrive, and there are currently a total of 130,000 legions surrounding Gaocheng.

However, they did not attack, and in fact it was impossible to attack without siege engines.

Of course, it may also be that you don't dare.

In short, after they besieged Gaocheng, they besieged the small city, and at the same time built an earthen fence outside the city to block the attack inside the city, and built a dam on the Hutuo River to prepare to irrigate Gaocheng, which should be said to be the most secure and effective siege tactic. In this era, the Mongols did not use the Xiangyang cannon, let alone artillery, and the siege was nothing more than a storm cloud ladder siege tower, but in addition to Yang Feng, there must be more than 10,000 defenders in the city, most of whom were elites. So the best way is to besiege, to the city when the food is exhausted and unable to fight, the dam is almost completed, the river is forced out and the city wall collapses, and then crush the defenders in the city with an absolute advantage of more than ten times, which is a very wise siege method, but it is a pity......

It's useless.

The reason why Yang Feng watched them surround him and didn't make a move was just because he felt that the people hadn't arrived and killed him enough.

Now he's satisfied.

"The rivers and mountains laugh, the smoke and rain are far away, the waves are turbulent, and the world knows how much ......"

In the middle of the song, the immortal venerable suddenly popped out a string of high notes, and almost at the same time, the familiar meteor in the sky fell, and all the soldiers on the city wall suddenly puffed up their chests, and the pride of allegiance to the immortal at this moment arose. However, what puzzled them was that the meteor did not fall one after another as before, but there was only one, but because it was at night, it was particularly striking and spectacular, and all the soldiers looked at the place where the meteor fell, waiting for the bright flame.

"This demon, he can't change his tricks?"

The general of the Mongolian army, Arakhan, who escaped from the sea of fire on the bank of the Daqing River, looked at the meteor in the sky that was getting closer and closer with the long tail of fireworks, and said with a sad and indignant face.

"Calm down, those who dare to mess with it will be killed!"

A middle-aged man beside him shouted as he looked at the soldiers who began to be confused.

This is Lian Xixian.

Kublai Khan's confidant, Gaochang is a color eye, to be precise, soy milk, but he is not a believer of Brother Mu, at this time the greening has not yet reached Gaochang, after all, Gaochang was covered by Western Liao, on the contrary, this guy is a famous Confucian believer under Kublai Khan, especially Mencius, who is known as Lian Mencius in the Mongolian court. Before he sat in Guanzhong with the Jingzhao Sichuan Xuanfu envoy, he pacified the Ali Hague supporters of the entire Longyou for Kublai Khan, which can be said to be an arm of Kublai Khan, and at this moment he was just appointed as the deputy prime minister of Zhongshu Pingzhang, and then he had to urgently run to Hebei to deal with Yang Feng.

It is clear that he has a high level of prestige.

Amid his angry shouts, the soldiers who had begun to disarray immediately stabilized.

After all, even if this meteor falls, it won't hurt a few, and the vast majority of the soldiers here are from Guanzhong, they have not experienced the burning of the fire on the bank of the Daqing River, and many soldiers who saw this spectacle for the first time are still staring at the meteor with great interest.

But soon they panicked, because the meteor was almost coming towards them.

In the panic of the soldiers, Lian Xixian pressed the hilt of his sword, stared at the sky motionlessly, and then turned down with the meteor, and almost at the same time the meteor smashed in front of him with flames, instantly flattening a tent and causing a splash of dirt, and making a loud noise. But the legendary flames did not explode, but were accompanied by a splash of dirt like a falling bucket, countless splashes of water with yellow-green mist splashed in all directions, and then fell to the ground and turned into a yellow-green fog that rose and drifted with the wind, and more dense fog surged up and drifted away with the wind where it fell.

Lian Xixian looked at Ah Rahan with an inquiring gaze.

"Before, it wasn't like that before."

Arakhan said with a bewildered expression.

Lian Xixian glared at him speechlessly, at this time, a faint yellow-green mist was blown by the wind, just on his face, the spicy smell rushed to his nostrils, he immediately coughed, and the same spicy feeling also stimulated his eyes, his tears poured out instantly, as the fog arrived more and more, his cough became stronger and stronger, and even he already felt obvious burning in his body.

He immediately let out a scream of pain.

At this moment, his eyes were blinded by tears, and he looked at the side with his only remaining sight, the faint yellow-green mist had shrouded the surroundings, and everyone around him was coughing desperately like him, and even bent down and knelt on the ground in coughing, coughing as if he was about to cough his body empty.

His legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

"This, this fog is poisonous!"

He coughed desperately, constantly spitting out foamy, slightly pink thick phlegm, and said intermittently and hard.

Unfortunately, no one heard.

The yellow-green mist was being pushed by the night wind to fill the entire military camp, and all the Mongolian soldiers fell to their knees in the mist, spitting bloody sputum from the ablation of the alveoli by hydrochloric acid with tears in their eyes, and some even coughed up burnt lung tissue......

But these could not be seen on the walls of Gaocheng.

Those soldiers looked at the Mongolian military camp outside the city suspiciously, obviously they didn't see the explosion of the flames also made them a little confused, they could indeed see the fog, but they couldn't see what the enemy inside the fog looked like, Liu Sijing, Yelu Shifang, Li Chengjian, and the others turned their heads blankly to look at the immortal zun who was stroking the qin and singing.

Immortal Venerable smiled indifferently.

He flicked the strings suddenly, and a second meteor fell in the sky.

The one-ton heavy liquid LV tank that fell from a height of 1,000 meters, with the flame of the outer layer of paint, under the action of gravity, smashed in a blink of an eye 100 meters away from the fall point of the first liquid LV tank, and the force of the high-altitude fall made the tank deform rapidly, and the internal pressure that had risen rapidly after the temperature rose after the fire reached a critical point because of the compression, and then the whole tank exploded like a bucket, and the liquid LV inside flew around, and under normal pressure, it sharply turned into a deadly qi and spread towards the Mongol military camp with the wind. At this time, Lian Xixian couldn't get up, he was shrouded in a deadly poisonous fog, like the soldiers around him, he fell to the ground in pain and convulsed, his eyes that had been burned by hydrochloric acid stared hollowly, lying on the ground like a worm and constantly coughing up pieces of burned lungs, his life had begun to count down.

And at this time, the entire battalion behind him completely collapsed.

In the poisonous mist, countless Mongolian soldiers woke up from their sleep by the ablation of the respiratory system, and then rushed out of the tent screaming, and then fell into the poisonous mist, they had no ability to resist, as long as they inhaled the poisonous mist, they were finished, the ablation of hydrochloric acid in the lungs would destroy their respiratory system in a very short time, and make them collapse in a violent cough. Then they never had a chance to get up again, and the constant poisonous mist would destroy their lungs and eyes until they became blind, until they coughed up their lungs, and they could only lie on the ground and wait for death to come.

Those who reacted quickly rushed desperately in the direction away from the poisonous fog.

The horses, whose sense of smell was more sensitive than that of humans, screamed and broke their ropes, and fled like the soldiers, constantly overturning tents and igniting them with bonfires, and the flames were constantly burning as people and horses galloped and even trampled each other. And in this apocalyptic chaos, the diffused poisonous mist is still moving forward, devouring more and more people and war horses, and all the people and war horses who fall into the poisonous fog are the same, falling in the hydrochloric acid ablation generated by the LV qi in the body.

Coughing desperately, spitting out bloody phlegm, spitting out burnt lungs, staring up at the sky with their equally burned eyes.

Then the killing of the second liquid LV tank began.

At this time, the generals and soldiers on the walls of Gaocheng were also stunned by the chaos of the enemy camp, and they watched in amazement at the gradually spreading fog, and the enemy who ran like crazy in front of the fog, although they still did not know what was going on there. But they knew that Xianzun had begun to do something, and Xianzun had begun to harvest the lives of the enemy, and they looked at the fluttering figure in the swaying firelight with awe.

And Yang Feng's hands continued to brush over the strings again and again, and Xiao Li'er next to him played more and more skillfully.

"The sea laughs, and the tide on both sides of the strait ......"

Yang Feng's singing continued to echo in the silent night sky, in his singing and piano sound, around the castle, the flame meteors were at intervals of 100 meters, and kept falling, because the time interval was too short, and even formed a ring meteor shower, like a fence between heaven and earth erected in the black night sky, which looked extremely spectacular. And the fall of each meteor is the explosion of a one-ton heavy liquid LV tank, and the sharply generated LV gas is diffused in all the Mongolian military camps outside the city, even the upwind is not spared, their military camp is still more than a mile away from Gaocheng, even if the poisonous fog floats over, there is no threat, not to mention that this thing is heavier than air, and it is difficult to cross the nearly nine-meter-high city wall.

But the 130,000 Mongol troops on the open plains outside the city were almost completely overwhelmed by the poisonous mist.

In all the barracks, as the clouds of poisonous fog rose, they all fell into the fear of doomsday, in that strange and terrifying death, in the fear of Yang Feng, all the soldiers, whether Mongolian or Han, were running wildly to escape from their barracks, and then they were constantly swallowed by the poisonous mist. The raging fire spread in all the military camps, the galloping horses trampled on their masters, the poisonous mist, the flames, and trampled on each other, all of which completely collapsed the 130,000 Mongol army, and countless invincible warriors on the battlefield fell in their own military camps without seeing the enemy.

This is their end.

In a world they didn't know, one hundred and fifty liquid LV cylinders created this horrific killing.

When the last liquid LV tank fell, Yang Feng finally stopped singing, he pushed the guqin in front of him forward, and sighed: "A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, if there is an enemy fleeing to this side, just shoot it directly, if someone smells the spicy smell and feels uncomfortable in the eyes, just retreat to the city, this thing kills people without distinguishing between the enemy and me, and also, the cavalry is ready, wait for me to order to go out of the city to pursue, if you encounter a wounded enemy during the pursuit, just kill it directly, Even if this thing is injured, even if it is saved, it is a waste, God has the virtue of a good life, let's give them a good time! ”

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and left with a sigh on his face.