The Empress’s Gigolo

Two days later, Ren Baqian returned to Dayao with the box again, just after noon.

Ren Baqian carefully placed the box, then slipped to the city hall hall, and a group of people hurried in and out.

The empress sat outside on the top of the sky and wondered what she was thinking.

"Your Majesty, how's the situation?" Ren Baqian asked as he walked around.

The emperor heard the voice, and her eyes finally came into focus. First, she turned around his face, reached for the bag he was carrying, picked it up, and put it at her feet.

Then he said: "Daxia had attacked all night last night. In the past two days, Daxia lost at least 30,000 people, and there were 1,500 casualties in the city. Now the flying riders who stay in the city are on the wall to defend.

This is the biggest disadvantage of the ancient people, even if the strength is strong, but the number is too small. Five or six thousand people must defend the city walls in three directions, and then remove a small number of guards from the southern city walls. In fact, there are less than two thousand people in each direction, and they are under constant attack from Daxia.

The casualties are increasing, and the pressure on the remaining soldiers is increasing.

This is expected, and Da Xia used the method of aggressive attack, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

Now it's up to anyone who can stand it.

Ren Baqian thought about it, Da Xia should not be able to survive.

If they can hold themselves, they can't.

Ren Baqian was with the emperor in the hall until the light was picked up, and Da Xia still had no intention of withdrawing troops. Daxia now clearly shows that these hundreds of thousands of troops take turns attacking day and night, until the thousands of ancient soldiers in Liaocheng can't hold it.

After dinner, Ren Baxian went to the city with the guard's company. As soon as he got up, he was smashed into the nose by the **** smell above him, and the shouting and killing sounds around him were directly in his head.

Ren Baqian saw that seven or eight huge cloud ladders were pushed beside the city wall. That cloud ladder is like a movable building. At the top is a platform. Dozens of big summer soldiers stand on it. Just skip and slash, and there are countless soldiers climbing up and down the ladder.

"Kill!" Dozens of Daxia soldiers screamed and looked stunned.

Most of them just shouted that this character had been chopped and fell under the city wall before they had a firm foothold. Only a few of the more powerful ones were the ancient warriors.

A flying rider appeared from the side. The long knife in his hand was fast and fierce. He cut down several Daxia troops in three or two strokes, and wielded the long sword to shoot down several arrows that were directed at him.

And the cloud car jumped over a group of big Xia Shizu.

At this time, the torch was filled with torches from beginning to end, and the lights illuminated within tens of meters below the wall were illuminated. Below the entire wall were corpses, damaged ordnance, and the Xia Army surging in under pressure.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and a cloud of fire erupted directly under a cloud ladder in the distance. The cloud ladder was directly blown up, and even the Daxia soldiers on it screamed and fell down.

No need to think, this is the explosives. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort to destroy such a huge ladder.

And now a direct explosive tube can easily solve it.

Then there were several explosions. After the ladders within the range of eight thousand eyes were destroyed, many ancient soldiers could breathe.

"Master Ren!" You Feiqi wiped off the blood on his face, took a fist toward Ren Baqian, and sat by the wall to rest there.

"Does the Xia Army still have ordnance?" Ren Baqian asked.

It's not easy for the other party to make such a large ladder, right?

"Hopefully not!" Said Feiqi muttered.

Since yesterday morning, it has been fighting for eighteen hours in a row. Even the strength of the wheel, I feel tired.

But imagination was always good. It didn't take long for Da Xia's soldiers to charge up again.

This time it was not just the exhausted Da Xia Army, but after a full rest, the soldiers who had fully cultivated for five hours, rushed up again with a ladder like a ladder.

"Uncle!" Ren Baqian yelled. This time he also brought a lot of anti-infantry soldiers to jump thunder, ready to be buried outside the city, but the other party did not withdraw, how can he bury himself? Can't you bury it on the wall?

The three city walls walked in a circle, and Ren Baqian hurriedly returned to the city palace to pull out his Italian cannon, and came directly under the city wall.

The other side did not withdraw their troops, they bombed them.

This time I came back with a total of forty mortar shells, still steel ball incendiary bombs, and fifty Type 72 anti-infantry mines. There were 650 killing fragments in this thing, jumping to one. The explosion at a height of about one meter is more lethal than a mortar shell.

I glanced up at the city wall, and the dark ones in the distance couldn't see clearly, but in the areas visible below the city, there were many people and few people in my heart, and then quickly ran down to adjust the mortar angle.

After a while, a "snoring" sounded smoke from the mortar muzzle, and a few seconds later a burst of fire broke out outside the city. The surrounding Xia Army was swept away, and the two ladders were also directly destroyed.

"Oye!" Ren Baqian's voice couldn't hear how pleasant it was, but it was flat.

"Master Ren shot!" The ancient soldiers cheered. At first glance, it became clear that Ren Baqian had shot it himself, and no one would use it except him. And those black tube explosions are less lethal than this.

Adjust the muzzle and fire again.

"boom!"

The cheers on the walls were even greater.

"Master Ren, I'm going to give you monkeys ...!" Such a voice came in the wind.

Ren Baqian's face drew directly. Which king **** shouted this? Believe me or not?

When the third round went out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ren Baqian continued to adjust the angle.

There was cheering on the wall when the gun was fired, but after a few tens of seconds the sound suddenly stopped.

"Dumb shell?" Ren Baqian came up with the idea and shoved the shell into the barrel to fire again.

"boom!"

Then adjust the angle and fire again.

There were still no explosions this time.

The next eight thousand members immediately discovered that something was wrong. If there was a problem with a shell, it would still be understandable. But there were problems with both shells, and this was not a question of probability.

"Master Ren, your thing was shot on the wall!" You Feiqi hurriedly ran down the city wall and shouted.

Ren Baqian: How do you say that?

He also knew that it wasn't the time to stare. Hearing what he said, he knew what was going on, and quickly got up and ran up the wall.

"where?"

"Master Ren comes with me." The flying rider took Ren Baqian along the city wall, occasionally avoiding the sword cut next to him.

Ren Baqian twisted left and right through a blade of light and sword, and lay down on the wall at the position where Feiqi stopped. I saw a deeply forgiving shell being penetrated by a long arrow and nailed to the wall. Up, still swaying in the wind, like the clock.

"So cruel?" Although Ren Baqian had already guessed it, he was somewhat surprised to see this scene.

This is a shell! Hundreds of meters a second!

And it's still night!

Where's the master?

"Master, be careful!" Shi Hu pushed Ren Baqian with a hand, and a long arrow disappeared with a scratching sound and rubbed on Ren Baqian's shoulder.

"Know where the man is? Lao Tzu killed him!" Ren Baqian was lying on the ground with his head sweating, and then furious.

"Bring Lao Tzu's telescope, night vision goggles, and big gun!"