The Heaven and Earth Dragon Spear

Battlefields

General Huaihuang's eyes were wide open when an object that had two wheels with one thrower that could accommodate an adult human began advancing at the front of the line.

"Stone thrower!" shouted General Huaihuang from where he was sitting.

All the soldiers were on standby, the soldiers standing guard at the bottom of the wall immediately kept their distance and prepared a shield.

"Three hundred feet!" shouted the supervising soldier.

The archers hid in the city walls, looking for a position to aim.

Slowly but surely, warriors known to be from Northern Song began to creep closer to the Ming city walls. Now it could be seen clearly if their numbers were close to a hundred thousand, making General Huaihuang forced to grit his teeth in anger.

General Huaihuang got up from his seat before channeling his profound energy at every word he put out.

"If this wall is broken to pieces, let not one enemy enter our great land!"

The spirit of Ji Feng's warrior spirit that had been extinguished now began to smolder.

With the thousands of lives of the residents behind the walls of this city, they, the soldiers of Ji Feng were determined to donate their lives for the sake of the great Yin.

"Win!"

"Win!"

Shouts after shouts began to surge along the walls of Ming city. General Huaihuang tightly grasped his iron spear which had a red rumbaian as a decoration. The shiny white color on the tip of the spear was inversely proportional to the blood of the opponent he was about to spill.

The watchman again shouted to warn his friends.

"Hundred Feet!"

Liu Qing raised his hand while exclaiming loudly.

"Fire arrows!"

The arrow that had been installed in the bow to bend the iron, shot at a speed that could not be followed by movement.

The arrows so many as if the water stubs in the drizzle were descending to wet the earth. The whistling sound of the wind that followed the scream of death sounded heartbreaking, but like a sonnet to the soldiers of Ji Feng.

However, that death squeal was only heard for a moment, only about twenty breaths away. What happened next was, the clanging sound of iron clashing against each other followed by arrows that fell to the ground, losing their killing power.

Shields and swords began to appear to dissuade the sharp arrows from penetrating their bodies.

Liu Qing who saw the arrows no longer effectively asked the archers to stop.

The cavalry from Northern Song stopped and split the line, dividing it into two armies. One army moved to the right wing of Ji Feng's army's defense while the other moved to the left wing.

The archers who had prepared behind the soldiers prepared behind the cavalry immediately took their share. Direct arrows they install, their bows pull until curved and then the arrows begin to be glued.

Liu Qing saw that immediately asked the shield troops to advance.

"Shield!"

The shield troops that were on top of the city wall immediately divided into three rows. The first row protects the front, the second row at the side of the head while the third row takes over the head protection. When the shields of the three rows were tightened, there was a sturdy defense that could not be penetrated by the rain of arrows.

Little by little the Northern Song warriors began to urge the western wall of the Ming city. Bamboo stairs began to lean against the Ming city walls, then one by one Ming warriors began to climb the stairs with fierce gazes and fierce movements. When viewed from close range, the eyes of the northern Song warrior reddened emitting a tempestuous spirit.

"Use stones!" shouted Liu Qing.

The stone that had been prepared from the beginning began to be used, soldier Ji Feng who was on the lip of the wall did his job with ouh zeal, throwing a stone that was the size of a human head and eyeing the opponent's vulnerable point, the head.

Not wanting the precious stone to be in vain, they simply threw the stone right at the top of the stairs where there was a crowd of humans underneath. Although Ji Feng's soldiers threw him blindfolded, there was no doubt that the new one would hit the opponent.

However, aside from using his eyes and mind to target the opponent, Ji Fengs warriors also used all their might as they dropped the stones. So, what followed was a tummy-shaking sight for anyone who saw it. The head that was destroyed with blood pooling and white patches that came from the human brain that were destroyed, barpadu became one.

Some of the Northern Song warriors who were at the bottom, started to get hysterical as his face was hit by a splash of his comrade's blood which was followed by a whole headless body.

However, the panic was only for a moment. Some sentences issued by their commanders are in fact able to make their guts back sturdy.

No matter how many stones killed the Northern Song warrior, there would still be some soldiers riding in his place.

No matter how fast Ji Feng's soldiers threw stones, there would still be Northern Song warriors going up and now their achievement was higher, which was to form the lips of the Ming city wall.

The cold blade of the long spear held by hundreds of Ji Feng warriors had been on alert since the beginning of the battle. The grip grew tighter and tighter as the stairs began to lean against the wall and the opposing soldiers began to climb. After waiting for some time, finally the bloodthirsty cold blades began to get their wish.

Fiercely the spearhead of warrior Ji Feng pierced through the opponent's throat when they touched the lips of the wall. With a demonic smile on their faces, Ji Feng's warriors seemed to forget that what they pricked was a human throat, not a mere sandbag. But this is a battlefield. How to do whatoun for the sake of survival and victory. If they don't stab for now, then they'll stab us in a few moments.

No scream came out of the soldier's mouth, only eyes glared and hands shuffled, pointing at his lifeline with questioning gazes.

I'm not ready why are you attacking?

Maybe that's what they think.

But only fools think so. There is no ready or unprepared word on the battlefield, only life or death.

While some soldiers were busy pulling the spear through the opponent's throat, others began to drop jugs of oil in the most dense ranks because they did not want to waste a drop of oil.

In the highest tower, General Huaihuang who possessed extraordinary archery ability grasped his old red bow, a bow that had accompanied in hundreds of death doors.

In his right hand, there were two arrows at the end of which was a lump of coarse cloth with oil that covered it. When the two arrows were mounted and the bow began to be bent, a soldier with a sigao lit the two ends of the arrow until a small fire danced.

General Huaihuang shot the two arrows in two different directions, targeting the group of soldiers who had been doused in oil. And so, just after the arrow shot out, flames started to soar among the Northern Song warriors.

The fire quickly spread as the soldier ran to and fro like a chick looking for its mother.

Some of the soldiers who had not been burned began to panic and move away, not wanting to become grilled meat like some of his friends. However, General Huaihuang did not let that happen. With a fire arrow in his bow, General Huaihuang aimed at several points that had been hit by oil, causing the flames to rapidly expand.

When the Northern Song's main warrior was pulled back, the thump that followed with a great tremor began to be felt by the soldier above the wall.

Liu Qing widened his eyes when he saw their right wings begin to be showered with a calf-sized stone to kill some of Ji Feng's soldiers and make a huge crack in the city walls.

"Protect the right wing!"

Note Author:

Hello ... Sorry because yesterday I was not up. There is no reason to be listed because I overslept. In fact, the rhythm of crickets at night can make me like in a bobokan nina.