Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8102

Sword box off.

The fierce offensive and defensive battle has been going on for some time.

There were continuous arrows in the air, and a row of cannons placed on the sword box also fired ammunition.

The screams filled my ears.

The brutal offensive and defensive battles caused corpses scattered everywhere in front of the tower of Jianxia Pass and around the moat.

"General Zhan, what should we do? We're running out of ammunition, and these cannons can't be used anymore."

General Yuan Yuan Kangle touched his chin, his forehead was sweating non-stop, and he looked at Zhan Honglian with a teary voice.

"Don't use it now, save some, and try to use bows and arrows to consume them."

Zhan Honglian could only do so.

The ammunition for the artillery is all transported from the capital. The quantity is limited, so how can it withstand consumption?

As for bows and arrows, there are quite a lot accumulated in the sword box pass, which can be used for consumption temporarily without worrying about running out.

However, the deterrent effect of bows and arrows has been greatly weakened.

There are many sergeants in the Beili rebels wearing armor, and they also have huge shields for protection. In this way, the lethality of bows and arrows to them is greatly reduced.

"General Zhan, look at the situation, at most tomorrow, we will lose the sword box at the pass."

General Yuan Yuan Kangle was fidgeting. Although he was a parallel importer and had never experienced a big battle, he was indeed a general after learning the art of war when he was young.

He is no layman.

Therefore, he is very clear about the current situation facing Jianxia Pass.

It is precisely because he understands everything that he is more afraid than ordinary people.

If Zhan Honglian wasn't here, he would have thrown away the sword box and fled.

But, he can't run.

When he ran back, it was a dead end, and no one could save him.

He hasn't lived yet and doesn't want to die.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to attack tomorrow."

Zhan Honglian shook her head and said: "As long as we persist for three days, the Thunder Legion will be able to come for reinforcements. When that time comes, the Beili rebels will naturally postpone their attack on the city."

"Three days..."

General Yuan and Yuan Kangle's fingers were trembling.

These three days are not easy.

From his point of view, let alone three days, he might be able to persist for one day.

"Soldiers come to block water and soil, what are you afraid of?" Zhan Honglian put her palm on the hilt of her sword, and stared fiercely at General Yuan Yuan Kangle.

General Yuan Yuan Kangle laughed dryly and said, "I'm worried that the Beili Army will have master fighters to seize the city."

If a master martial artist is used as a striker, it is extremely terrifying.

"You have some reason to be worried."

Zhan Honglian said indifferently: "However, don't worry about this matter, just keep your defenses in check."

How could Zhan Honglian disclose the internal arrangements to General Yuan Yuan Kangle.

"Ok."

General Yuan Yuan Kangle had no choice but to leave in a hurry.

That night.

There is a forest outside the city, with dots of flames swarming.

There is a large campsite there, which is exactly where the Beili Army is stationed.

In order to attack the city nearby, they built a camp nearby.

They had been sieging the city for most of the day, and they were extremely tired.

At this time, they were resting in the camp and eating all kinds of cooked food.

Inside the camp, Beililong frowned, holding a document in his hand.

"There were a lot of casualties."

Judging from the ratio of battle losses during the day, the Beili Army didn't take advantage of anything, but instead killed a lot more in battle.

However, this is also of course.

Generally speaking, those who attack the city will suffer more losses, and those who defend the city will probably lose less.

But that's not how it works out.

Through the siege during the day, he has already found out the approximate ratio of troops at Jianxia Pass.

Even if there is hidden strength in the Sword Box Pass, it cannot become a decisive force.

The tent of the big camp was lifted from the outside, and Chuxue walked in slowly.

Bei Lilong frowned, he felt that Chuxue was very different from before.

"You have entered the realm of a master?"

An unbelievable and extremely real thought appeared in Beililong's mind.

"Not bad." Chuxue pursed her lips and smiled. At this moment, she finally had the confidence she had when she became a saint after entering the Fire Worship Cult.

After becoming a saint, she is confident that she will not lose to anyone among the four saints.

However, Shi Yiyun entered the Grandmaster Realm one step ahead of her, which made her mind gradually twisted due to jealousy and resentment.

But now, her mind is like a bright mirror, and all the negative emotions in the past have disappeared.

And it was precisely because of the sublimation of her soul that she was truly promoted to a martial arts master!
"It seems that we have a chance of winning."

Beili Long's eyes lit up.

It was a pleasant surprise.

You know, Chuxue was never included in his attack plan.

"My lord, are you still planning to attack at night?" Chuxue said calmly.

Bei Lilong didn't notice that Chuxue's attitude had changed slightly.

"Yes, the night attack plan can be carried out. I have found out that the interior of the sword box is empty and their strength is limited. They don't have any special ambushes." Beili Long said.

"Okay, then follow what the young master said."

After Chuxue finished speaking, she turned around and drifted away.

Her movement became more and more ethereal and invisible, like a white horse passing through the gap.

After Chuxue left, Beililong was busy for a long time until the sky gradually entered Zishi.

Night raids are not only a challenge to defending the city, but also a great challenge to the attacking side.

When it was almost midnight, more than 1 elite soldiers were lined up neatly in front of the camp.

Beililong was standing in front of the team. He was riding on a horse, wearing armor all over his body, holding the rein with his palm, waiting quietly.

Not long after, there was a whistling wind outside, and a man in Tsing Yi flew over quickly.

"Master Dong, how is the front?" Bei Lilong asked.

The person who came was Dong Wenjun, the king of Zoroastrianism.

Dong Wenjun held a fire bag in his hand.

Huozhezi's light is not very bright, but it can illuminate his face.

"You can attack." Dong Wenjun nodded.

In Beililong's night attack plan, it was originally planned to use Dong Wenjun, a master and strong man, as the leader to go to seize the city.

And now, besides Dong Wenjun, there is one more person.

That is Chuxue!
"Set off."

Beililong raised his palm high and ordered.

An army of tens of thousands of people began to function.

And here, there are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses ready to respond at any time.

Dong Wenjun and Chuxue walked in the front, they did not wear armor.

For them, Jiayi actually slowed down their speed.

Not long after, a sword box pass appeared ahead.

Under the night, the sword box was closed and the lights were brightly lit.

At night, there are also many soldiers on duty.

"Walk."

Dong Wenjun unfolded his body and swept towards the tower.

And Chuxue followed closely behind him, and ran towards the tower without hesitation.

"Enemy attack!"

On the tower, the soldiers on duty immediately noticed something was wrong.

With a quick reaction, he immediately pulled the bowstring in his hand and shot a long arrow.

However, bows and arrows have little effect on masters like Dong Wenjun and Chuxue.

(End of this chapter)