For a long time, Liu Mang kept squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the bloody killing field under the city......

Gradually, those bloody and miserable pictures seemed to solidify into a painting, and Liu Mang's nerves gradually became numb.

He turned slowly, the solemnity on his face turned peaceful.

The recruit Doudou was slightly injured, and he was grinning and asked Mo Xiaoqi to help him bandage it.

"You're a recruit in my camp? It's called Doudou, right? ”

The young master Liu Mang actually recognized himself, and Doudou was excited. "No! Young Lord! ”

"Is it badly hurt?"

"No ......"

Liu Mang nodded with satisfaction. "Do you have the confidence to win against the Yellow Thief?"

"Yes!" Doudou stiffened his chest. "Brother Qi taught me!"

"Oh?" Liu Mang looked at Doudou in surprise, and then looked at Mo Xiaoqi with a smile. What can this stunned guy teach? "Tell me what he said to you."

"Brother Qi told me that as long as you fight hard and don't die, you will win the battle!"

Liu Mang looked at Mo Xiaoqi with satisfaction, he really didn't expect this guy to say such philosophical words! Although it's nonsense......

"Young master, look!"

Hua Rong shouted, and Liu Mang quickly turned around and came to the battlement.

"Young master, what new tricks are the yellow thieves playing!"

Following the direction of Hua Rong's finger, I saw a group of topless yellow turban thieves who were doing their tricks and turning into talismans.

The surrounding yellow turbans shouted loudly: "Wei Dao Immortal Cong, invulnerable; Invincible, invincible! ”

"What is Wei Dao Immortal?"

Liu Bowen twisted his beard and said disdainfully: "It's just to follow the 'first to ascend to the dead', pretend to be a ghost, and change his name." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be the so-called death squad...... Liu Mang turned to Hua Rong and said with a smile, "Don't care how they pretend to be ghosts, since they 'dare to die', let's send them to die!" ”

"Yes!" Liu Bowen said, "The yellow thief has exhausted his skills, and if he destroys this group of guys who pretend to be gods, the yellow thief will be defeated!" ”

In the face of the death squad organized by the enemy, the previous nervous feeling was gone, replaced by an inexplicable sense of excitement.

"Bring the war drums here!"

Liu Mang tore off two strips of cloth from his robe, bit one end with his teeth, and tied the two sleeves high on his upper arm.

"Give me the drumsticks, and I'll personally beat the drums for you in a while!"

"No!"

Defenders of the city, the momentum is shaking!

"Young master, what are they doing?"

I saw the yellow thief carrying out more than a hundred long bamboo poles. Each bamboo pole is made of two or three bamboo poles connected and bundled, which is more than two zhang long.

Three hundred "Wei Dao Immortals", in a group of three, lifted the bamboo pole, two people were in the back, one was holding a sharp blade, holding the pole in front.

"This is the technique of the yellow thief to enter the city." Liu Bowen explained that the two of them supported the bamboo pole in the back, and one person in the front, relying on the support of the bamboo pole and the combined force of the foot pedaling the city wall to climb the city wall.

This way, it's simple and fast. The bamboo poles are lightweight, and the number of people carrying them is small, making it easy to dodge bows and arrows, and it is suitable for attacking cities with low walls such as Lingqiu.

"There is a way to deal with them! Step archers obey orders! Hua Rong shouted loudly, "All the foot bows, without my order, you are not allowed to shoot, when the yellow thief begins to climb the city wall, and the yellow thief holding the bamboo pole can't dodge, shoot it!" ”

"No!"

With the confidence to repel the yellow thieves in the first two times as a guarantee, and the young master Liu Mang personally supervised the battle, and the soldiers defending the city were full of confidence.

Under the city.

The emotions of the Yellow Turbans were rekindled by the "Wei Dao Immortal".

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand; Wei Dao Immortal, go to the city first! ”

"Roar! Roar! Roar! ”

In the midst of shouts and cheers, three hundred "Wei Dao Immortals", carrying a hundred long bamboo poles, rushed towards Lingqiu City.

At the front of the three hundred "Wei Dao Immortals", a guy with thick chest hair on his chest, holding a bamboo pole about five feet long, was the most arrogant.

This guy must be the head of Wei Dao Xiancong!

Other Wei Daoxian are all three people carrying a bamboo pole, only he is holding a bamboo pole alone, this guy doesn't want to perform pole vaulting, right?

"Little Flower!"

"Hua Rong understands!" has been practicing archery together for a long time, and Hua Rong and the young master Liu Mang have a tacit understanding.

The chest hairy guy is really fast!

In the blink of an eye, he had run within three feet of the city wall.

"Hey!"

The chest-haired man shouted, and the bamboo pole in his hand slammed into the ground, and with the help of the forward momentum, the bamboo pole arched tightly, and bounced up violently! Take the chest-haired man and fly up!

"Whew!"

Hua Rong has made a move!

"Hoo ......"

The body of the chest-haired man drew an arc in the air, dangling, swinging, lifting legs, and pull-ups......

The chest-haired man bends in the air into a series of textbook pole vaulting moves and floats towards the city walls......

"Wow!"

The Yellow Turban thieves shouted!

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand; Wei Dao Immortal, brave and invincible! ”

But......

The slogan that should have been shouted several times in a row gradually weakened, and the chest-haired man who floated up the city wall did not kill on the city wall as expected......

The Yellow Turban Thieves looked at each other......

"There!"

Someone suddenly shouted!

On the city wall, the body of the chest-haired man poked out, but between the thick black hairs on his chest, a feathered arrow swayed.

A steel knife with a cold light rests on the neck of the man with chest hair!

Swish!

Blood splattered!

The head of the chest-haired man was lifted in the air by Liu Mang, and his body fell towards the city......

"Ah......h

Exclamations of fear rang out.

"Boom! Knock knock! Knock knock knock ......"

The drums of war suddenly sounded!

"Shoot the arrows!"

With a shout, the arrows rained down on the Wei Dao Immortals who were climbing!

The guards supporting the bamboo poles under the city have been hit by arrows, and they have become "ghosts" on the guards, the bamboo poles have lost their support, and they are shaking non-stop, and the immortals who climb the city wall have screamed and fallen down!

Some of the fierce immortals climbed the city wall of Lingqiu.

But they were greeted by angry shouts and flickering swords and spears!

The immortal slave of the cottage is a human being after all, not an immortal!

"Ah...... Uh......"

The last spiritual pillar of the Golden Thieves has collapsed......

"Whew!"

A thick feather arrow rose into the air, and on the feather arrow, the bound burning oil and hemp brought up billowing black smoke in the air!

This is the signal of Lingqiu City's counterattack!

However, in the eyes of the golden thieves, this black smoke seems to be the soul of the "Wei Dao Immortal" out of the body! It is a signal of the collapse of faith!

"Woo! Woo! Woo......"

In the mountains and forests, the horn of soul-snatching suddenly sounded!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The sound of killing was everywhere, and in the mountains and forests on the east and west sides, hundreds of officers and soldiers with sharp blades suddenly rushed out!

The golden thieves no longer had the heart to resist and fled in all directions.

White robe and white horse, sword blade and long knife in his hand, Su Dingfang killed!

Where the cold light rises, the heads are flying, and blood is splashed everywhere!

Li Damu held the hand of the chiseled golden tiger head gun, trembling.

Defeated! Irretrievably defeated!

The dream of setting up the yellow sky again has been shattered! Even the idea of falling grass for Kou Zhanshan to be the king is about to be shattered!

Surrounded by his group of loyal believers, Li Damu reluctantly fled into the mountains and forests......