Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 33: Long song when crying

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"Boom!"

The sound of the agitated war drum changed abruptly, with a low sound and an unusually long sound.

"Old Cheng, ready to go."

The stern Black Armored General Yunqin turned his head and looked at the gray-haired old sergeant who was still adjusting the city's crossbow, and said in a deep voice.

"There is still another round, you go first."

The gray-haired old sergeant looked at the young Yunqin black armored sergeant who had blocked a few arrows and died beside him. He still carried a crossbow and loaded it into the defensive crossbow.

General Black Jia Yunqin glanced at the gap in the wall closest to them, and shook his head immediately, "No, it's too late!"

"I'm old, I can't move a knife. It's useless to get away from this defensive crossbow. You go quickly, and you can kill a few more savages." The gray-haired old sergeant muttered, but it was Still did not stop the action.

The stern Black Armored General Yunqin understood at this time that this gray-haired old sergeant didn't feel it was too late, but didn't want to leave at all.

For the soldiers, this is a violation of the military order. However, at this time, whether it is the black armored general Yunqin or the six or seven sergeants Yunqin who are still alive next to him, they are not angry. meaning.

They all could see the determination of the gray-haired old sergeant.

"Go away!"

The gray-haired old sergeant suddenly let out a roar.

The stern black armored general Yunqin's mouth twitched slightly, "Go!" He gave a final military salute to the gray-haired old sergeant, uttered a stern cry, and began to do his best to move towards the first part of the wall. Run wildly everywhere.

"Old Cheng!" Behind him, the other Sergeant Yunqin screamed, tears came from their eyes, and they stopped looking back, and followed him and started running and leaving.

The gray-haired old sergeant did not make a sound. He glanced at the corpse of the young Sergeant Yunqin who had blocked a few arrows on the ground and the corpses of several other Sergeants Yunqin on the ground, then lifted the hammer to stabilize. One hammer after another, knocked on the deduction pins of several crossbows that had been winches beside the city guard crossbow.

Several crossbow arrows smashed the rain and fog, and flew more than a dozen Sergeant Damang who had just rushed onto the city wall, but more Sergeant Damang climbed from the gap to the wall.

The gray-haired old sergeant hides behind the city guard crossbow.

More and more soldiers rushed towards this city defensive crossbow like chao water.

Listening to the intensive footsteps already close, the gray-haired old sergeant smiled, then stepped out, waved the heavy hammer in his hand, and slammed the trigger pin on the city defense crossbow.

"Chih!" "Chih!"...

A few arrows fell on him instantly.

Several clouds of blood exploded from his body, his body shook, and fell backward, but the heavy hammer in his hand was already hitting the pin.

"Dang!" The moment the sound of the loosening of the deduction pin sounded, the gray-haired old sergeant yelled, "Dead!"

A city-defending crossbow with the thickness of an arm flew out in his last roar.

Sergeant Yunqin Lao Cheng played with the city guard crossbow all his life. His last crossbow arrow was not the reckless soldiers in front of him, but the crossbow car next to him.

The arrow exit of the city-defending crossbow is facing the ballista next to it.

"Dang!"

The crossbow arrow hadn't completely separated from the city guard crossbow, but hit the ballista next to it, and for a while, countless metal breaking sounds rang out. The crossbow arrow was broken into several pieces... the city guard crossbow shook violently, and numerous mechanical brackets broke inside. On the thick wall of the moon-crossing crossbow, the broken crossbow bolt smashed out of the hole, and with great strength, it hit hard. On a ballista nearby.

The impact and damage of these ballistas, many of the Sergeant Damang who rushed to the front retreated palely, and the flying metal fragments pierced through the body and screamed and fell...In this scene, Lao Cheng mumbled With a sound, he closed his eyes.

……

At the same moment, many ballistas on the city wall were overturned and damaged.

"Don't go there! Go back!"

A large mang colonel let out a sharp roar. [~]

Dozens of Damang soldiers who had already occupied a good city defense ballista and several mountain-crossing ballistas turned their heads in amazement, looking at the commander Damang, they didn’t understand what happened. .

At the next moment, they suddenly felt that a huge shadow appeared above their heads.

"Boom!"

A collapsed Yunqin giant catapult smashed down, smashed these ballistas and the Damang soldiers and buried them.

All the giant Yunqin catapults are collapsing, or they are falling into the city, or directly smashing to the top of the city. A huge pile of smoke and dust makes this city full of epic and destruction.

……

The sound of Yunqin's battle drums continued.

The last drum sound on the wall came from the four turrets on the wall.

A group of extremely ugly soldiers swarmed downstairs to the four turrets in blood and dust.

The air around the turret was shaking with the sound of drums.

The door of the stairs leading to the turret is completely open. Listening to the drums still sounding, at the stair door of one of the turrets, a Da Mang colonel imagined that the Yunqin drum master on the turret was wild and indestructible. He didn't put them in his eyes, thinking about the deaths and injuries of the brothers along the way, his face was so ugly that it almost dripped water.

However, just amid the stern screams of the Da Mang colonel, several Da Mang sergeants had just stepped into the stairs of the turret, and the Yunqin drum master on the four turrets simultaneously knocked out the strongest. sound.

The sound is like countless people laughing wildly, like countless people roaring, roaring.

With the sound of the drum, the four turrets trembled at the same time and collapsed.

On the turret, four Yunqin drum masters greeted death proudly.

On the wall below the turret, many Sergeant Damang's faces were like dirt, buried under the collapsed turret.

When the four turrets collapsed, in the haze sky of Dongjingling, there were faint voices.

Many soldiers listened, and their faces became more ugly. This voice is the voice of singing, the solemn singing voice of many Yunqin people singing together.

This is the glory of Yunqin people.

A Da Mang general looked at the remains of the giant Yunqin catapult on the wall in front of him. In the drizzle and singing, he suddenly wanted to cry.

……

Shenmu Feihe is still flying in the sky.

On the Shenmu Feihe, Bian Linghan's hands have been pressed on the box containing the "big black".

She has tried her best to give the order to retreat as quickly as possible according to the speed of the reckless army in every gap in the wall. However, there are various accidental factors in the battle, and it is impossible for anyone to completely grasp the overall situation. In each section of the city wall, some Yunqin sergeants originally assumed the mission of covering the retreat of other Yunqin sergeants, and some Yunqin. The sergeant, also blocked by the Da Mang army, was unable to escape from the city wall smoothly into the streets of Dongjing City.

At this moment, on the section of the city wall below her, one hundred fifty and sixty Yunqin sergeants were blocked by two large reckless troops.

If she exhausted all her soul power to inspire Da Hei to issue an arrow, she might be able to directly collapse a section of the city wall, and these Yunqin sergeants might have a chance to escape from a gap in the city wall.

However, she must obey Lin Xi's orders.

If she ran out of her soul power, she would have to meditate for several days to make up for it.

The war has just begun.

She can only make one shot with all her strength in this war.

This time the shot can only be left to the chief general or saint teacher of this reckless army, and can only stay at the moment when it can save more Yunqin soldiers' lives.

So her hands trembled slightly, touching the **** box, but she didn't open the box after all.

She watched the one hundred and dozens of Yunqin sergeants sing, decisively launched the last charge, and then heroic.

The rain has been floating on her face.

Her cold and white face, there is always water flowing down, can not tell whether it is rain or tears.

…….

In the wooden building of inaction.

Even in the most peaceful and peaceful place of Dongjingling at the moment, Lin Xi could hear singing in the breeze and drizzle, and the sound of the giant Yunqin catapult and the four turrets collapsing like a mountain.

Lin Xi put down the scroll in her hand.

In this scroll, he has carefully read all the defenses in the city, the layout of the troops, the traps everywhere, as well as the introduction of all the army composition and practitioners in the city, and he has written it down.

At this time, his memory seems to be much stronger than usual.

However, he still stuffed the scroll into his arms.

Because he knows very well that Tang Chuqing's arrangement is perfect enough, and this city has these people and is strong enough. This battle can be fought without him. But since he came to this city, he had to let the Yunqin people in this city die less, and he had to... win this battle unless he died here.

Before, even after he became a student of Qingluan Academy, he still didn't quite understand why some people could eventually run, but they had to coexist and die with a city and a fortress. He felt that he was very flexible and not pedantic...I really couldn't beat him in the end. After he ran, the green hills were always there, and the water flowed long, and he would beat him after he ran.

However, at this time, he knew that his previous thoughts were wrong.

In such singing, the air that I breathe in every breath is full of tragic atmosphere... In so many people are burning with enemies and jade, in so many people are forgotten to defend their own country ...When so many people will not leave because of fear of death...when so many people have already died in this city because they want to keep this city and protect more people from being killed by the enemy. In a person's body, there is only the breath of a decisive battle with the opponent to the end.

Lin Xi's gaze fell on the brilliant high priest robes on her body.

Before, he always felt that the priest was like a sacred stick. He only felt that he was one more priest, just one more power.

At this moment, however, he understood more meaning. In the summer of Biluoling, young people like him and Bian Linghan seemed to grow up suddenly, but in the rain of early autumn in Dongjingling, these young people suddenly became more mature.

He walked into the fine rain and began to walk in the streets of Dongjingling. V