Back Off, Let Me Come

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what happened?

   "Earth, earth dragon, earth dragon turned around!"

   This happened too suddenly, at this time, except for the patrolling soldiers, almost no one was awake. The moment Dilong turned over, some of the shallow sleepers were awakened, their minds were still dazed, the ground under them cracked and collapsed, and the fireworks shot straight into the sky.

  The fire is also powerful.

  Basically, it burns wherever it touches.

The Shiwu kings all imitated the other countries in the pass. Most of the core buildings were luxurious and precious woods. People with a little more ordinary family background were still carefully sewn with treated cowhide and sheepskin. There were several layers inside and outside, and the inside was covered with heavy Drape.

  Family status is lower, use air-dried and hardened coarse cloth, and apply a few layers of oil to prevent wind and rain.

   In a word, it's all flammable.

  The earth dragon turned over, and the fire dragon was born. What's more terrible is that countless fist-sized sparks descended from the sky, covering almost the entire inner city. This fire is not "outstanding", but "blossoming everywhere", and it is too late to put out the fire. What's worse is that the shock is getting stronger and stronger. Many people are overwhelmed by the collapsed tents and beams in their sleep. The beast pounced.

   "Wake up quickly - Dilong has turned over!"

   "Ahhhhh—"

   "Help—"

   "Fire, fire, fire—"

  Those who got out by luck were also forced to run away by the fire from the sky, because the earth dragon kept tossing and tossing, they couldn't maintain their figure at all, and they might fall down if they were not careful. For a time, terror spread, and the city was filled with screams of terror and pain.

   At the beginning of the construction of the Shiwu King City, relatively complete countermeasures were set up considering that it was easy to leak water. Various measures have been taken to face this emergency, but with little effect. The earth dragon turning over and the divine fire descending from the sky lasted for a full thirty breaths.

  The inner city of Shiwu was in chaos and a sea of ​​flames.

The soldiers and horses guarding Shiwu King's capital are naturally also affected, but most of them are well-trained young and strong, and their reaction speed is much faster than ordinary people. stabilized.

  However, stability does not mean that the manpower can be assembled smoothly.

   Most of the soldiers below are ordinary people who are accustomed to taking orders from others. In this chaotic situation, everyone was burned to such an embarrassment that they couldn't recognize their own mothers when they came, let alone identify their respective leaders in the chaotic and noisy environment. Should we put out the fire first, or figure out the hidden enemy first? Or both in parallel? If both hands are grasping, who will put out the fire and save people, and who will meet the enemy and kill people?

   It all happened too fast, too fast.

  While most of them were still confused and focused on putting out the fire around them, the ground that had finally calmed down began to tremble again.

"What it is!"

   "Ghost, ghost fire!"

   "The will-o'-the-wisps are coming—"

  As the voices of response increased, more and more people saw flames floating in the air, floating up and down quickly.

   At first it was just one, followed by two, three, four... The sparks gathered into a bright sea of ​​fire.

   Take a closer look, what kind of will-o'-the-wisp is this?

   It's clearly a flaming cow!

  These cows howled terribly, their eyes were crazy, and at a glance, there were roughly a thousand of them! The soldiers closest to them were under the impact, and only had time to let out a scream, and their bodies were trampled by one mad bull after another, killing them tragically.

  Even if they didn’t die, half of their bodies were chopped off by the enemies who followed the fire bull formation, and they were completely returned to the west.

   When someone rushed to intercept them, the group of mad cows with burning tails had already charged nearly a hundred feet away in the camp.

   "Who dares to stop me!"

   "Kill everyone!"

  Behind the formation of fire bulls, a warrior kicked the ground and leaped high, with the weapon in his hand aiming at the defensive city wall built by the enemy. With one blow, his martial energy poured out violently, and the 40-meter giant blade smashed through the hastily built defense in one blow. With this person clearing the way, the fire bull will not lose its momentum.

  Wherever they passed, corpses were lying around, and fireworks were rekindled.

This brave fighter in armor and armor is naturally Xian Yujian who commanded the large army, but the Wenxin scribe who commanded the Fire Bull Formation was unexpected—it was neither Gu Chi nor Jiang Sheng, but he just kept holding his sword. Shen Tang. Jiang Sheng and Gu Chi were responsible for triggering the earth dragon to turn around, and they seized the opportunity to create chaos and coordinate everywhere, and then there was a very embarrassing place.

  Lin Feng followed Xu Quan Baisu's team.

  Gu Chi and Jiang Sheng want to maintain Dilong.

  On the main force side, there is one less literary scholar who can hold the line.

  Shen Tang is trying to squeeze Jiang Sheng a lot—after all, this guy is a master of literature and has a strong reserve of literary spirit. I believe he can do two people's work by gritting his teeth, seeing all directions with his eyes, and listening to all directions. Unexpectedly, Jiang Sheng and Gu Chi looked at Shen Tang together.

  【What are you looking at me for? Do I have flowers on my face? 】

  Gu Chi glanced down at the Wenxin monogram on Shen Tang's waist, smiled uneasy and kindly, and spoke leisurely.

  【The literary scholar you are looking for is not here? 】

  Shen Tang scratched his head: [Who? ? ? 】

  Gu Chi ruthlessly spit out a sentence: [Isn't the lord? 】

  Shen Tang was stunned by the question.

   Ah, this—

   It took me a while to realize that I was also a literary scholar, but—【Real women never play support! 】

  Gu Chi teased: [The protagonist can only be regarded as a girl who has not yet reached the level of a girl, not a 'real woman'. 】

  Shen Tang: [...But isn't our plan to be grasped by both the sky and the earth? Who is responsible for the attack in the sky? 】

  Jiang Sheng, who has been silent all the time, said lightly: 【Win! 】

  Besides being unable to use Shen Tang’s favorite language spirit to transform food, the other language spirits are not difficult to decipher and learn. In addition, Shen Tang has never kept secrets, so Jiang Sheng will naturally. Relying on Wen Gong's advantage, the power he exerted is even stronger than her!

  Shen Tang: [...you are forcing martial arts into writing! 】

  No matter how Shen Tang struggled, the plan was set, but before the battle, Gu Chi and Jiang Sheng privately told Xian Yujian to "rely on his own". My protagonist is not a serious literary scholar, and looks a bit unreliable.

  The young man who was told solemnly nodded his head.

  My lord is just a half-hearted scribe, he is mentally prepared. Maybe it was because he didn't expect much, but he was full of surprises instead. Shen Tang said "real women never play assistants", but the most basic language skills of Wenxin scribes are also proficient, even the crucial part of the sneak attack [fire] Niuzhen] is also a matter of course, and - it is used more negatively than other scribes!

   She stepped on the back of a cow at the tail of the procession.

  Waved his hand: "Cowherds, go!"

   Rampage in the enemy's camp and kill more than ever!

  Where there are many people, go there, and the fight is an opportunity to "lost a foothold", not giving the enemy a chance to gather people. As long as people and horses cannot be gathered, effective combat power cannot be formed, and the harvest will be smoother.

  Pawns possessed by seldom-strength armor followed closely on both sides of the rear wings of the fire ox formation, and other soldiers either held Zhang-high spears, held up shields for protection, or drew bows and shot arrows. One by one is like beating chicken blood, a thousand people come and dare to directly do tens of thousands of others!