When the rain completely stopped and returned to the sunny day, Wang Hongfan, a former Shencetun military servant who was known as the "silly big guy", once again threw down a ball of arrow feathers and spit out a thick and bloody foam; he urged behind him:

"Are all the brothers in the engineering team ready? I'm almost unable to hold on here."

As he spoke, he picked up an iron-faced big card with his hands on his back, facing the tinkling arrows from the opposite palace wall, and endured the numbness of his arm being shocked. He suddenly threw out a lit fire caltrop with his other hand, and leaped down the palace wall dozens of steps away.

In an instant, thick and pungent black smoke rolled over the palace wall, and the officials who were clustered on the wall were yelling and unable to see Xunliao's eyes. However, it also attracted the shooting of crossbows from other directions on the palace wall; it immediately knocked the iron-faced card in Wang Hongfan's hand away again.

However, after such a feint, he was created by the ready-to-go gunmen behind him, and the opportunity to emit in an instant was created; he saw more than a dozen bowl-mouth guns and long guns that followed him, and fireworks shot on the wall diagonally above the opposite side, and immediately knocked down several of the officials who could not dodge.

"Okay, everyone by the wall is about to go away..."

At this time, he finally heard behind Wang Hongfan's long-awaited shouts; he turned around and took the lead and ran for more than ten steps; and he heard a sudden bang of fierce air from behind him, blowing him in front of him, and immediately fell into the dust that was sweeping.

When Wang Hongfan, who had been chewing a mouthful of soil, got up quickly while sneezing, he found that the largest gap in the outer wall of the clamping corridor, which was originally incomplete, was still standing tall except for some edges. This made Wang Hongfan, who was blocked from this place and had been busy for a long time, stepped forward and kicked him hard:

"Why is his mother not good..."

However, before he finished speaking, the large exterior wall standing in front of him suddenly appeared in the tiny dust of his feet shaking off; then in the dense rustling sound, he poured into the dust and smoke.

The Taiping Soldier who was stunned not far behind the wall and the shocked official army on the palace wall almost caught up in the air through the smoke and dust; then, as Wang Hongfan's shrill hissing screams, groups of people rushed forward.

In an instant, people and horses neighed and fireworks burst into archery and arrows. Some people kept getting arrows and dragging them away while rushing forward; some people were risking to find out but were hit, and kept screaming and falling down from the wall; but they could not stop the Taiping soldiers from following the large gaps exposed by the collapse; they rushed into the two internal corridors.

So, when Wang Hongfan and others, holding the group cards and hand cards, rushed to Xing'an Gate, the imperial city at the end of the eastern end of the inner side of the corridor, in one go; the arrows shot from above the palace walls turned into bricks, stones, wooden beams and other building materials dismantled from the Daouin, and the thick tiles and walls were smashed and smashed like rain.

At the same time, behind these Pacific infantrymen were Guangzhaifang and Lingshanfang, which were mostly burned to ruins. The barrier signs with wheels covered the small cannon trucks and the flying fire thunder piled on bamboo and wooden shelves.

After the towering and thick walls blocked the sight and shooting, these heavy firearms that were ready to go were almost dazzled and bombarded the palace walls. For a moment, dust and smoke filled the flames, and the burning city was filled with rolling figures; or some broken limbs splashed from the broken city walls.

At this time, Wang Hongfan, who was hit by the bounced bricks and tiles on his body for several times, swallowed the bloody smell coming out of his throat again; and hooked the long pole passed by the back team up, tremblingly raised and steadily hooked on the corner of the city tower.

The next moment, he felt the violent push and chopping tremor from his hands that began to crack. But in the next breath, he heard a loud trembling sound from his head, and a large bunch of fireworks burst out in the air; but the delayed gunpowder tube tied to the pole head exploded.

In an instant, amid the shrill wails and screams of the guards at the gatehouse, blood rain falling from the sky wrapped in tattered flesh and fell on their heads, faces and shoulders. At this time, the palace gate below the gatehouse was suddenly opened from the inside.

Amid the shaking and shattering of the armored leather bags, a group of iron men, covered with their bodies on their feet, and even their heads were covered with iron faces, holding the snow-blade sword at the same height, and slashed them silently and slashed them all together...

In an instant, Wang Hongfan, who was in it, also had his scalp numb and his mind was roaring with all his strength as if he was about to explode:

"Retreat quickly, it's the armored and shattered team! Leaving the battle, leaving enough distance..."

Before he finished speaking, the Taiping soldiers who were at the bottom of the door were the first to catch the sword. They were like they were being stolen into the sword cluster, and the people and weapons were cut and broken, and the interlaced blood rain splashed all over the four walls.

However, Wang Hongfan, who was captured by nightmare and fear for a moment, held up his shaking arm the next moment and buckled the short gun raised inclinedly; a "ping-top" sound hit the tip of an armored iron man's helmet, and he couldn't help but stamp his feet and tilt his head.

And this crisp sound was like a scattered Taiping Frontiers who were destroyed and swept through the decay and scattered. They were able to reawaken the firearms that were approaching the radius one after another, and rushed to hit the armored Mo swordsmen.

Although there were few results that could be achieved, these rampant momentums were beaten to a halt again. At this time, another surviving grenade in the storm team reacted, and without hesitation, pulled out the explosive bomb from the waist and insulated the fire, and threw it into these iron men one after another.

Although it was soon cut off by these iron men who waved their swords and opened most of them; but a few "skipped fish" still skipped through the gap between the helmet and the arms and shoulders, and suddenly exploded between their waists and legs.

It was like blowing a bunch of gray waves between these strange iron men, which immediately overturned them with a ruthless lineup that was rigorous and majestic. Some iron men even became bloody and could no longer stand straight.

At this time, among the Taiping soldiers who had retreated one after another, another small cannon truck that was riskingly transported was pushed to the palace gate; the barrel filled with double shotguns was aimed at these armored sword weapons that were covered...

Not long after, amid the sound of artillery that was getting closer, a soldier rushed to Zheng Ting, the prime minister who was covered in his body, and said in a panic and urged in a hurry:

"Old Tang, the Xing'an Gate in the southeast corner of Da Nei has been broken; even when we head to the Anxi Modao Camp that supported him, we could not stop the invasion of the thieves."

Then Zheng Ting suddenly threw the exquisite Luan Dou to the ground, and hissed silver hair, which was carefully maintained, fell straight into the wind, and shouted to the clearer sky.

"Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Isn't this true destiny to me?!"

If it weren't for the rain that extinguished the fire in the north of the city, I was afraid that he and his men and the last soldiers loyal to the Tang Dynasty would have been able to calmly complete the subsequent deployment and temporarily withdraw from Chang'an's security strength.

Or if the rain falls a little longer and the rain curtain is a little bigger and lasts for two or three days; it will be enough to weaken the power of the firearms used by the Taiping thieves to attack cities and villages, and relying on these loyal soldiers and horses of the Tang Dynasty, they can still deal with them until most of them withdraw from Chang'an.

However, there are no more ifs in this world. At the height of Longshou Mountain in Beinei where Zheng Ting is located, you can see the dust and smoke in the west of the imperial city, which is being swallowed by the sound of fighting and the roars; it must be the turn of Beinei soon.

——I am the dividing line—

And in Lantian Valley, more than a hundred miles away.

As the saying goes, "Water-sliding in the hot spring is the first time to receive new blessings." When Zhou Huaian set out again, he seemed to be refreshed and his body and mind were clear; but he couldn't help but snuggling to Han Jiyue, who was slightly soft on his hands and feet, and had a lingering charm:

"Yuenu, are you interested in being a female official?"

"Is it because the Lord has rejected me?"

Han Jiyue, whose little face looked pink and red, couldn't help but droop his eyebrows and eyes and said in a dark voice:

"No, I just think it's too wasteful to be a servant who can ask for something."

Zhou Huaian shook his head slightly and said with a smile:

"I didn't know who was stupid and decisive to let you become an assassin with the qualifications; if you make a surprise dagger, it wouldn't be suitable for you at all."

"Will you not be able to continue serving the Lord?"

Han Jiyue still said in a low voice:

"Don't get me wrong. In my eyes, you are just a useful tool; it's just that this tool is not only for entertainment and entertainment, but also for more other uses. As for how to use it in normal times, or how to use it..."

Zhou Huaian said calmly:

"If it can be useful to the king and serve the people, Yuenu will naturally be fine."

However, after hearing this, Han Jiyue couldn't help but feel relieved and said with some excitement:

Zhou Huaian felt a little sudden and helpless when he saw her reaction; was it because he had injected too much into the channels and channels to the heart in private that he had been so entangled with his brain? Will RBQ and tools make people care so much and enjoy it?
Chapter completed!