The Prodigal Son

In the distance, several Yan army experts did not make a move, but merely watched coldly.

This was a death order given to them by Zongbi.

If you encounter Ning Army leading the charge to seize a city, first use ordinary soldiers to deplete the true energy of Ning Army's experts.

They waited until the Ning army's experts were about to exhaust their true energy before making their move to kill them.

Even if it takes two or three thousand soldiers to wear down a Grandmaster of the Ning Army, they will still have gained an advantage!

While they were suppressing the Yan army on the city wall, Xiong Quhu, who had made a feint, led his troops to rush towards the bridge-building point.

The warhorse dragged the log forward, its heavy body grinding against the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Behind them, strong soldiers carried makeshift bridge piers and ran forward.

This simple bridge pier is a small platform consisting of three triangular wooden frames and three thick round logs.

If you stand this thing up, it can barely be used as a shield.

The moat was too wide; there wasn't enough round logs, more than ten feet long, to reach the other side. They had to add simple bridge piers in the middle to connect the two sides.

"Oh no, we've been tricked!"

He Cong's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted an order: "All soldiers, assemble immediately at the enemy's bridge-building point! The Death Battalion in front, with spearmen and shieldmen protecting the archers behind! Even if the spearmen and shieldmen are wiped out, they must protect the archers!"

As soon as He Cong gave the order, the garrison on the city wall quickly assembled at the place where they were building the bridge.

Among the crowd, a group of unarmored soldiers with the word "death" wrapped around their heads rushed to the front, carrying oil canisters in one hand and torches in the other.

"Quickly! Build a bridge! Build a bridge at full speed!"

Upon reaching the moat, Xiong Quhu swiftly dismounted his warhorse and roared menacingly.

The other soldiers also quickly dismounted and lifted the thick, sturdy logs, pushing them into the river.

The people behind them also carried the bridge piers and jumped into the moat.

The Yan army on the city wall would not allow them to set up a simple wooden bridge so easily.

Despite Ning Huang and his men's suppression, the archers continued to draw their bows and shoot arrows at the soldiers in the moat.

"Whoosh..."

An arrow pierced the neck of a Ning soldier. The soldier endured the excruciating pain, mustered his last strength, and together with his comrades, straightened the bridge pier in the moat. Then, he had no more strength left and slowly fell into the river.

"Make way, make way!"

At this moment, under the cover of several people's shields, Qi Dachui charged forward alone, carrying a log.

The heavy log pressed down on his pointed head as if it weighed nothing at all.

"rise!"

Arriving at the moat, Qi Dachui mustered all his strength, his muscles bulging, and lifted one end of the log.

"Bang!"

The other end of the log landed steadily on the simple bridge pier.

"Quick, charge!"

With the first log in hand, Yang Dun took the lead and quickly led his soldiers, who were holding shields, to cross the log to the other side.

However, a single log was difficult to walk on, and many people fell into the moat, while others were shot down by arrows from the city walls.

But they can't worry about that right now; they'll just let as much as they can get through.

"Raise your shields!"

The shields were stacked on top of each other, forming a shield wall to protect the soldiers building the bridge across the river.

Arrows struck the shield repeatedly, making a crisp "clanging" sound.

Despite the dense barrage of arrows, some soldiers were still struck by stray arrows that pierced through the gaps in their shields, falling to the ground and tumbling into the moat.

When one person falls, someone else immediately takes their place.

Although they also suffered casualties, they protected the soldiers in the moat to the greatest extent possible.

In the moat, the Daning soldiers, who were good swimmers, ignored the arrows shot from the city walls. Some pushed the bridge piers forward with all their might, while others lifted the logs that had been pushed into the river and placed them on the bridge piers that had already been built.

Meanwhile, soldiers from the Yan army's Death Battalion also rushed over from the city wall.

Despite knowing they were no match for Ning Huang and his two companions on the city wall, these people still charged forward fearlessly.

Once they entered within ten zhang of Ning Huang and his group, they immediately lit the oil canisters and rushed towards them, carrying the specially made oil canisters.

"Let's die together with Grandpa!"

The Yan army of the Death Battalion charged forward with savage grins and roars.

boom!

Before they could take three steps, a loud explosion rang out from the city wall.

A ball of flame shot into the sky, and the Yan army of the Death Battalion was blown beyond recognition.

"That's ruthless!"

Qin Yu held the Thousand-Mile Eye in his hand, his face terribly gloomy.

Just as the old man said, generals who excel at defense are ruthless enough!

Zong Bi clearly intended to use these people to wear down their grandmaster!

The explosions are still ongoing.

One, two...

One after another, the Yan soldiers of the Death Battalion charged forward, each carrying a canister of kerosene.

Some people braved the scorching flames to cross the sea of ​​fire left by the explosion, using their flesh and blood to expand the fire area and compress the space for Ning Huang and his group.

Some people were killed by their specially made kerosene canisters before they could even cross the inferno.

Even so, no one showed any fear.

In their eyes, there was only excitement and a willingness to die.

They were already death row inmates.

Death was inevitable for them.

But if they die in battle, their families will be rewarded.

Qin Yu saw these scenes clearly through his Thousand-Mile Eyes, and for no apparent reason, he felt a strong sense of nausea.

It's not just that I'm disgusted by these people, it's that I'm genuinely disgusted.

I feel nauseous, but I can't vomit.

I felt inexplicably sad.

"What's wrong with you?"

Nan Que'er noticed Qin Yu's unusual behavior and asked him with some concern.

For some reason, he felt that Qin Yu seemed a little different than before.

"fine."

Qin Yu shook his head slightly, took a few deep breaths, and turned to Qin Xiong to order: "Pass on the order, prepare the follow-up troops! As soon as the bridge is built, advance immediately!"

"Those in front are all dead, those behind, take your place!"

"I want to see their attacks come on relentlessly, giving the enemy no time to breathe!"

Violent explosions continued to echo from the city walls, and the space around Ning Huang and his group was also partially compressed.

Even Gui San and Gui Si were forced to retreat repeatedly by the aftershocks of the explosion, while only Ning Huang was able to withstand the aftershocks.

Facing these Yan soldiers of the Death Battalion, Ning Huang's eyes gleamed with a crazed and excited light.

madman?

He's a madman himself, why would he be afraid of these people?

"Want to die? Yeah, right! I'll grant your wish!"

As Ning Huang finished speaking, he suddenly gathered his true energy.

The next moment, a dazzling blade of light ripped through the sky, sweeping towards the Yan soldiers of the Death Camp who were still charging forward.

The dazzling light of the blades seemed to brighten the sky.

The flash of the blade stirred up a gust of wind, sweeping the flames toward the Yan army.

As the blade flashed, a cloud of blood mist exploded on the city wall.

Just as several soldiers of the Death Battalion were preparing to rush towards the center with oil canisters, Ning Huang's violent true energy swept over them.

The flames generated by their inner energy also ignited the oil canisters in their hands.

The group tried to throw the lit oil canister far away, but their severed bodies were already throbbing uncontrollably.

"boom!"

The oil canisters exploded, igniting the oil canisters held by the soldiers of the Death Battalion behind them.

"Boom boom..."

An even more violent explosion rang out.

The Yan army, unable to dodge in time, suffered heavy casualties. Even the Yan army of the Strong Bow Battalion, which was heavily protected by shields, was thrown back by the aftershocks of the violent explosion, and many of them were even blown directly to the ground below the city.

Taking advantage of this time, the Ning army below the city hurriedly built a bridge.

The Yan archers, regaining their senses, fired arrows at the city walls again. Even though Ning Huang had already charged in, they still managed to fire an arrow before they died.

Both sides' soldiers were already bloodthirsty.

One side had to withstand the fierce attacks of Ning Huang and his two masters to stop Ning's army from building the bridge.

One side had to brave the rain of arrows shot from the city walls and use their own flesh and blood to build a wooden bridge for the siege.

As time passed, the number of Ning soldiers' corpses in the moat increased.

But as the three simple bridge piers they risked their lives to build were completed, the wooden bridge gradually began to take shape.

With the makeshift bridge constructed from two or three logs, more of Yang Dun's soldiers were able to cross the river quickly.

Xiong Quhu also led some soldiers to quickly cross the river on logs, and launched a counterattack against the enemy troops on the city wall, suppressing the defenders' offensive.

Behind them, the soldiers of Da Ning, carrying makeshift siege ladders, were poised to attack.

Once they had established their footing, the soldiers behind them would carry siege ladders and charge up the city wall.

Even with the protection of Yang Dun's troops and the constant arrows fired by Xiong Quhu's mounted archers at the city walls to suppress the enemy's offensive, arrows from all directions continued to hit the soldiers who jumped into the moat to build bridges.

In just a quarter and a half minutes, the water in the moat was stained red with blood.

But more logs had already been erected.

A simple wooden bridge across the river is getting wider and wider...