Take out the whistle that never leaves you from your waist, Cui Dalang blew it hard, and at the same time grabbed the torch beside him and threw it into a large basin on the side. With a bang, flames immediately burst into the basin.

After doing all this, Cui Dalang had already rushed to the side of the powerful crossbow, pulled off the felt cloth, and pulled the mechanism of the powerful crossbow. Three sharp roars sounded one after another, and three blood rains splashed below.

Seeing that the traces were exposed, the people below no longer hid their traces and rushed towards the fort with loud shouts.

In the fort, the Tang army had occupied various defensive positions. Torches were thrown down, igniting the haystacks that had been prepared long ago under the fort. The haystacks burned, making the surroundings of the fort shine transparently.

Cui Dalang finally saw clearly those who came to attack in the dark.

"Slaves!" He exclaimed in a panic. "Be careful, these are the sin slaves from the Liao people, the lowest fourth-class people."

Hearing Cui Dalang's cry, the Tang army in the fort did not feel relaxed because the other party was a slave of sin, but instead looked even more nervous.

Because one of their heads can lift these sin slaves to the next level and become second-class people, five heads can lift them to the next level, and ten heads can lift these sin slaves to the first-class people.

For these sinners, there is only one way to change their destiny. Therefore, they will not regard their lives as their lives, and of course, they will not regard the lives of the Tang army as their lives.

If you fight for a while, you may change their tragic destiny. Naturally, they will move forward bravely and never turn around.

These people are more difficult to deal with than the regular army of the Liao army.

The regular army of the Liao army would retreat due to unfavorable forms, and would turn forward because of wrong fighter jets, and would not consume strength to attack such a dock with strict defense and extremely difficult to attack.

But these sin slaves don't care about this.

They only knew that these people in the fort were enough to change their destiny and the destiny of their families.

Cui Dalang finally understood, no wonder the regular army of the Liao army ignored them. It turned out that they were ready to use sin slaves to deal with them. For the Liao people, the lives of sin slaves are not life, and it doesn’t matter if they die. They will go to Lao Linzi to arrest them again and go to the places in Goryeo to arrest them.

"Brothers, let's fight!" Cui Dalang hugged his waist and picked up a crossbow with a crossbow arrow, aiming it at the slave who rushed over from Wu Yangyang under the fort.

A clanging sound sounded, and pairs of crude ladders made of rushing onto the wall. The sinners bit the knife in their mouths, and the ants came up.

With the light of fire, Tang Jun above the fort saw clearly that these people, let alone armor, did not even have a pair of bows and arrows. The better ones had a horizontal knife in their hands, and the worse ones could only carry a spear.

The people in rags gritted their teeth and looked terrifying. The one in front was still climbing a ladder, but the one behind had already rushed under the fort, and they actually collided with the cold fort wall.

Cui Dalang shivered. There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. He bent down and picked up a beating tree, raised it, and smashed it hard downwards.

A sinner's hand climbed up the mercedes. Before he could make a move, he slashed with a knife. In the screams, the sinner who had lost his fingers still struggled to climb up, but then a spear stabbed him directly as his chest.

Kill one, and another came. On the ladders on the walls of the fort, the sinners were brave and fearlessly ants. When they saw the dense crowds of sinners under the fort, Cui Dalang couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

The powerful crossbow will make a scream every once in a while. Every time the crossbow arrows go out, it will plow a blood-colored passage among the dense crowd. The powerful crossbow as thick as a child can link several of these sin slaves without armor protection, but this does not prevent the sin slaves who have already pounced under the fort from attacking.

If it were in the army, these criminal slaves would have been buried in the fields under the cover of the Tang army, but there were only 150 people under his command, and at this time, there were less than twenty people who were providing long-range support.

"Have the golden juice been boiled?" Cui Dalang slashed a slave with one sword and shouted loudly.

"It's soon, it's soon." The voice of a companion came from behind.

After a little distracted, another man rushed up, holding a spear in his hand, about to stab Cui Dalang, and Cui Dalang was slashing at another enemy beside him. At the critical moment, the big black dog rushed out of the crowd, bit the man's ankle, shook his head hard and bitten it. The man was unstable and fell backwards, but behind him was not on the ground, but in the air, the man fell down.

"Big Hei, that's great!" Cui Dalang wiped the cold sweat from his face.

"The golden juice is coming!" Two soldiers carried half a pot of golden juice to the wall. Cui Dalang took a deep breath, but sucked the smell through.

The two soldiers flipped their hands and half of the pot of gold juice was poured down, and the sound of ghosts and wolves crying and howling came from below.

The pot of gold juice poured down, and the sin slaves under the fort were killed and injured. The howling sounds one after another, making people feel disgusting.

"Down, fall down!" Cui Dalang shouted excitedly, waving his arms.

"Dalang, no more!"

"If you don't have it, just wait!"

"Dalang, there is no more!" said the soldier: "We are only these people, and we only produce little by little every day. After these dozen pots are over, they will be gone long ago. We can only boil water."

The so-called golden juice is actually a person's shit and urine. This thing is poured out and then poured down. It is extremely difficult for people who are burned to recover. The biggest possibility is to gradually die in a wail. Even if there are doctors in the regular army, whether they can be cured depends on luck, let alone these sinful slaves?

Cui Dalang suspected that they would not even have some of the most basic injuries.

The sinners seemed to be shocked by these heart-wrenching wailing sounds, retreated like a tide, and hid into the darkness.

Cui Dalang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the bottom of the fort. The corpses were stacked below, and there were actually several layers of them. Under these stacked corpses, there were still living people who were struggling to climb out.

Other injured people could only climb on the ground with difficulty as they saw their companions retreating, wanting to retreat with their companions.

A crossbowman raised the crossbow arrow in his hand and pointed it at the injured. Cui Dalang stretched out his hand and pressed the crossbow down and said, "Let them go. Let them go where they wail and beg for their lives, and also show those who are alive. Do they have the qualifications to want our heads?"

"Da Lang is so smart, it would be great if he could scare them away." A Tang Bing smiled and said, "I guess these people are bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Seeing that we are stalking, I might want to find some easy to fight."

After saying this, when he saw Cui Dalang looking at him coldly, he immediately realized that whether it is easy to fight or difficult to fight, it is all his own compatriots. But when it falls into the hands of these sinful slaves, the only thing left is a head.

In the darkness, there were continuous screams, and then they became quiet.

Cui Dalang didn't understand for a moment, and was stunned for a moment before suddenly reacting that these sinners killed the wounded soldiers.

"Damn it." Cui Dalang spat.

"Calculate, how are our casualties?" he turned around and said.

"Dalang, no one died, but Ergouzi and Daniu were cut twice. Fortunately, the armor was blocked and only suffered a little bit of minor injuries, and it was wrapped. Fortunately, Dalang was alert today, otherwise if we could touch these, we would probably have a lot of casualties."

Cui Dalang smiled, reached out and touched the big black dog who was rubbing his thigh, and said, "You have made the most contribution today. I will give you a piece of fat later!"

As the sky gradually became brighter, Cui Dalang finally saw the situation outside clearly. His heart was involuntarily sinking. The outside was densely filled with sinned slaves sitting on the ground or lying on the wilderness, for fear of one or two thousand people. But further apart, there was a military tent. On the left and right of the military tent, there were more than a dozen fully armed Liao soldiers wearing helmets and armored soldiers. It was obvious that they were the first-class people among the Liao people, and the most likely one in the military tent was the officials who commanded these sin tents.

"Dalang, it's time to eat!" The two soldiers carried a basket of steamed buns, and a pot of broth came up and put it on the top of the fort. The fragrance immediately dispersed in the wind. Under the fort, the originally lifeless sinners stood up one by one, and looked at the fort with greed eyes.

Although there was no military order, the steps of these people were involuntarily moving towards the dock.

"Damn it, isn't it?" The Tang soldiers above the fort were stunned.

Cui Dalang reached out and took a bun and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it. While walking to the crossbow, he reached out to hold the mechanism, and squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side.

As he pulled the mechanism, three powerful crossbows flew out and shot more than a dozen people to death on the spot, but this did not affect more people moving towards the dock.

"Fuck, carry the things down, and twenty people took turns to eat. These guys are here again!" After eating the steamed buns in their mouths in a few bites, Cui Dalang fucked the horizontal knife at his feet.

As soon as the door of the military tent was flirted, a Liao official walked out and waved his hand. A person next to him immediately picked up the horn and started blowing it.

Amid the whimpering horns, the sinners, whose steps were already slow, howled and suddenly accelerated and rushed up again.

"Fight, fight!" Cui Dalang grabbed a steamed bun in one hand and waved a horizontal knife in the other hand, "Bandaman, crossbowman, give them a round first!"
Chapter completed!