The city defenses of Mulu City have been completely destroyed, the former tall and majestic city walls have become flattened, and the huge fortifications built in the city according to the topography have also been turned into ruins in the continuous attacks of the Tang army.

As the Tiger Guards and Yulin Army entered the city in large numbers, the battle reached a white-hot stage.

The rain was heavy, the city was flooded, and the puddles were everywhere, and the potholed ground splashed with every step. When the splash turned into blood and the corpses filled the potholes, the Tiger Guards and the Yulin Army had been in the city for a long time.

Before today, the Great Food Guards could still rely on various fortifications of all sizes to take advantage of a lot of advantages, and repelled the Tang army that rushed in front of them again and again, causing the latter to pay a lot of casualties and leave many corpses.

By this time, the fortress had become a pile of rubble, the walls had been replaced by a mud pool, the circle had long since dimmed, and the battle between the soldiers on both sides had become fair, and all the monks who roared and shouted were exchanged for their lives with each other with flesh and blood.

A group of soldiers of the Tang Army, holding their shields high, shuttled, ran, leaped, and rushed to kill in the city, with vigorous figures, steady steps, and fierce momentum. They divided or combined, capturing inch after inch of street, killing stone stairs one stone step after another, occupying high ground after height, and crossing corpse after corpse.

The raindrops were like beans, hitting their armor and breaking into tiny pieces with a crisp sound. The long knife slashed a sharp arc in front of him, cutting the rain curtain into two sections, and the knife qi hummed like a crane, penetrating through the eardrum to the bottom of the heart, making people's hearts beat faster and blood gushing.

The spear stabbed into the enemy's chest, sending a semi-circular fountain of blood flying as it was drawn, scattering an unknown number of raindrops. Splashed on the face of the Tang Army monk, it was warm and sticky, and when he licked it, it was so salty that it made people smile hideously and cruelly.

The strict queues and battle formations are steadily advancing everywhere like ox carts, strangling all the enemies in front of them like machines, until they encounter the same strong military formation, hand-to-hand combat, flesh and blood flying, spells come out, and gravel is like a waterfall.

In the end, some people continued to move forward with wounds, and some people fell in blood and could no longer stand up, and the scattered formation did not have time to adjust, so they faced other opponents.

Some people have crashed down the walls of their houses and are buried by them, some have fallen in the cold mud, and the blood has spread from under them, and they have merged with the water and flowed far down the small ditches, and some have been embedded in the stone walls, and their bones have broken and broken to outline the complete human form.

Someone held the opponent and buried his head between the opponent's neck, fell to the ground, rolled and did not let go, until he bit the opponent's throat with his teeth, was pierced by the opponent's dagger, and rolled down the slope with the opponent, becoming two inseparable corpses.

Someone rushed forward like a brute bull with red eyes, knocking over and injuring many people along the way, until the wounds covered his body, his face was as defeated as paper, the blood ran dry from the wounds, and the bull's eyes widened when he fell to his knees.

Someone is nimble like a phantom, wandering through the ruins, every time the body stops, an opponent must fall, and every time he picks up speed again, he must rush to the next target. Until a sharp arrow pierced the rain curtain and pierced his neck, carrying his body flying out and nailing to the trunk of a nearby tree.

Someone was standing on a high place to cast a spell, and before he could finish a spell, a blade with a long blade cut through the curtain of rain and cut him in two.

Someone was scurrying under the street wall, staring at a monk casting a spell on the broken wall, and just as he was about to leap up to perform a killing blow, he was slain by the lightning of an ambusher rising from behind the low wall.

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The sky is hazy, and the Mulu City in the heavy rain is full of aura, looking from the Chang'an ship, it looks like a bright sea of stars, like a summer night firefly, like the waves of the sea, if the lights of the camp, with the foam of the salt pool.

Li Ye stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the railing, and his eyebrows were not without pride.

The Chang'an Ship A under his feet, when the French cannon fires every salvo, it will suddenly shake backwards, and the impact brought by the majestic aura gives people great perception and satisfaction, even better than riding a horse and raising a lance, and smashing in the battle array.

In front of the Chang'an ship, King Qi and Da Shao Si ordered to take the Tang Dynasty monks and were fighting fiercely with the Great Food Monks led by Ma Lun. One side is like a flock of geese, with uncertain ups and downs, and the offensive is fierce; the other side is like an eagle falcon, coming and going like lightning, and the attack is fierce.

Without Li Ye personally commanding anything, the Chang'an ship also knew how to fight. The main cannon on the deck, the side chord secondary gun, every time the direction was adjusted, there was a long whip composed of a pillar of spiritual energy, and it was fiercely drawn towards the direction where Maren was.

After many days of fierce fighting, the cooperation between the major monks and the Chang'an ship has become more and more skilled. They know where to stand, how to change the queue, and how to maximize the number of kills without being accidentally injured by the cannon.

Ma Lun and the others, their understanding of the Chang'an ship is also increasing, for example, he is now very clear that the magic cannon of the Chang'an ship cannot move at the moment of launch, and whenever the Tang Dynasty monk in front of him suddenly changes his position, that is, the magic cannon on the Chang'an ship wants to fire a salvo, and it must be dodged as soon as possible.

But knowing this, it does not make the great monks of the Great Food have no casualties in the face of the Chang'an ship. The more than 100 magic cannons on the Chang'an ship decided that as long as it roared, there would inevitably be a great monk who was injured.

This kind of battle is very torturous for Ma Lun, the daily casualties of the Great Monk are very large, if it weren't for his extraordinary cultivation, he can withstand many magic cannon attacks, and he can also create a lot of trouble for the Great Monk of the Tang Dynasty, the Great Monk of Great Food would have been killed and wounded long ago, and he could not fight again.

In order to delay the fall of Mulu City as much as possible, the price paid by Maren was not insignificant.

In today's battle, Ma Lun saw Li Ye standing on the bow of the Chang'an ship with an indifferent expression, and knew that in the other party's heart, the Tang Army would inevitably capture Mulu City today. The situation was mastered by the opponent, which made Mullen indignant, so he attacked fiercely from the beginning of the battle.

It's just that the situation is stronger than people, he has been fighting for days, and his injuries have worsened, and his strength is not much better than before the appearance of the Chang'an ship. The combination of King Qi and Da Shao Si Ming used to be in danger even if he delayed him for a moment and a half, but now he can fight him for twenty or thirty rounds.

Ma Lun's heart was on fire, especially after every battle, seeing Li Ye's calm and unhurried appearance, it was even more uncomfortable. Several times, he wanted to rush over at any cost and capture Li Ye here. However, the magic cannon is extremely powerful, and every effort is in vain, not to mention, it also causes many casualties among the great monks under his command.

Just after the hour, Li Ye withdrew his gaze from Mulu City and said to Ma Lun: "Mulu City is already in my hands, if you don't leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave." ”

Hearing this, Ma Lun's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly turned back to look, and his face suddenly turned pale.

In the sky on the other side of Mulu City, the cannon on the Chang'an Ship B was firing a salvo, and the Dao Dao long whip was thrown down, blasting the last area of Mulu City defended by the Great Food Guards beyond recognition, countless monks turned into powder on the spot, and countless monks were blasted into the air by the air, rubble like rain, smoke and dust like clouds.

The great monk who originally contained the Chang'an ship B has little left, and there is no combat power.

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With the cooperation of the Chang'an ship, the Tang army in the city was like a rainbow, attacking the last city like a tide.

At this moment, Mullen knew that Mulu City was broken and he had to go.

"Count you ruthless!" stared at Li Ye fiercely, and Ma Lun was not ambiguous, so he pulled out and left. He was so angry that he flew out of a distance, and couldn't help but turn around and drop a provocative sentence, "The next time you and I see each other again, it will be when you are driven away by me like a dog!"

Li Ye shrugged his shoulders and showed that he didn't care, but smiled and teased. Only then did Ma Lun realize that his last sentence was tantamount to admitting that he was now being driven away by Li Ye like a dog, and his face was as black as ink.

"Withdraw!" Mullen flew over Mulu City, giving orders to the Grand Monks and the city's guards.

As soon as this order came out, the Great Food Monks were all relieved, and many of them couldn't help but cry with joy. Since the appearance of the Chang'an ship, they have been fighting in hell, and they have been overwhelmed by the Tang army, and now they are finally able to get out of this purgatory, and they are all very happy.

Seeing that his soldiers were like this, Ma Lun's eyes became even more gloomy.

The defense line of Mulu City was not able to hold out for a month and a half, his strategic goal was not achieved, and because of the appearance of the Chang'an ship, the casualties of the Great Monk far exceeded expectations, and the battle in the future must be much more difficult than speculated.

Fortunately, the time difference was only a few days, and Mulu City was breached not too long in advance.

After withdrawing from Mulu City, seeing that the morale of the Guards monks was low, Maren felt that he had to boost his morale, so he ordered Xi Luchi in a deep voice: "Tell the soldiers that the first batch of conscripted monks and supplies from Nissa City and other places have arrived in the east day and night, and they will arrive in the predetermined area in advance."

"This time, the soldiers guarding the defense line of Mulu City, everyone has merit, and when the materials come up, I will double the reward. The next battle will put the follow-up men on top, and everyone will have time to recuperate.

"Although the Chang'an ship is strong, there are only two of them, and the Tang army has few soldiers, and the longer the battle line is stretched, the more scattered the troops will be, the more difficult it will be to supply materials and grain, and the weaker the combat power will be. When the conscripted millions of monks are in place, what we have is a way to avoid the real and attack the false, and make a roundabout flank attack in the vast area, so that the Tang army will be exhausted!

"With the blessing of the true gods, when I completely heal my injuries, as long as the arrangements are made properly, it is no problem to deal with a Chang'an ship, and then there are monks working together to rely on the strategic in-depth operations formed by the second and third lines of defense, and the final victory in this battle will definitely belong to us!"

Xi Luchi's heart shook when he heard this, and he hurriedly agreed.

Mullen doubled down on his soldiers, and he and his men would benefit from it, which was naturally good news. And Mullen's analysis of the battle situation is indeed fine and accurate, which is convincing.

However, before he could spread the word about Mullen, a group of embarrassed and scarred monks flew up to them, bringing them shocking bad news.

This news not only made Xi Lu stand stunned on the spot, but also made Mullen stunned and surprised.

"Our team was attacked in the Green Shade Valley, Tang Dynasty Xizuo mixed into our team in advance, and as soon as Wu attacked, he assassinated the high priest Gariji, and then they used fire oil to set fire to the entire valley, and there were even a hundred and ten great monks who responded, and we couldn't deal with it......

"Tens of thousands of monks were killed and wounded, and all the supplies were destroyed, so we fought our way out of the siege to report this to the caliph, and asked the caliph to send someone back to help......