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- Li Fusheng's head was a little dizzy, because what Uncle Zheng said earlier made him unable to accept it for a while.
?Frankly speaking, Li Fusheng himself is not a good person, of course, he himself has never advertised himself as a good person;
In his own words, he has committed too many murders in his life, and he never thought that he would end up dying of old age and sickness.
He likes killing people, and he likes the feeling of warm blood covering his body layer by layer, which can give him a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.
A long time ago, the blind man said that Li Fusheng had a mental illness.
Li Fusheng knew it himself, so when he met Zheng Fan for the first time, he specifically told Zheng Fan to remind himself to restrain that impulse when necessary.
However,
Li Fusheng always thought that he was on the second floor, but he never thought that his little brother, whom he supported and looked up to in the past, had already reached the fifth floor quietly, and he needed to look up by himself.
He still remembers that under Yupan City, when Zheng Fan conveyed the order to kill the prisoners, he obviously carried a strong emotion, which meant that Zheng Fan had a great feeling of repulsion in his heart at that time.
Li Fusheng didn't know the words "rationality" and "sensibility", but he could tell that Zheng Fan was unwilling to give that order at that time.
But how long has passed,
The little brother back then,
Now I can calmly say to myself, take the lives of those tens of thousands of savages to practice siege.
And this is by no means a whim, but a plan that came to mind immediately after he saw him, to be precise, after he saw himself and learned that he had brought so many soldiers over.
There was no rehearsal and no deliberation, because the soldiers and horses of Xueguan were good enough for encounters and raids, but if they wanted to drive these tens of thousands of savages to one area and drive them to those two cities like sheep, even if he Xueguan It is impossible to dispatch all the guards without leaving a single soldier.
So, this is really a temporary idea.
What does improvisation mean?
Just suddenly my mouth is idle, I want to chew two mint leaves, and I want to add a plate of pork head meat to dinner.
And the lives of these tens of thousands of savages, in the eyes of my little brother, are just two mint leaves and a plate of pork head meat.
Li Fusheng himself desires to kill, and he enjoys it, while what Zheng Fan shows is a kind of disregard for life.
Perhaps,
This is because Li Fusheng has not seen Zheng Fan many times in the past few years. People who stay by Zheng Fan's side every day may feel that it is not so deep. Even Uncle Zheng himself has not noticed the change in his state of mind.
Uncle Zheng looked at Li Fusheng and waved his hand in front of him.
It was only then that Li Fusheng came to his senses, and smiled embarrassingly at his previous distraction.
At this time,
He Chunlai led people, brought a table and a chair, and immediately put fresh melons and fruits on the table. On the left and right of the chair, there were flags of the Great Swallow and Black Dragon and the flag of Zheng Zi.
Chen Daole put the drawing board on the opposite side and stood it up. The drawing paper has been laid and the paints have been mixed.
"This is¡¡¡"
Li Fusheng obviously didn't understand the situation in front of him. Is this a war or an outing?
Uncle Zheng walked to the armchair, sat down, put his legs on the table, and began to eat the melon with the other hand.
the other side,
Chen Daole started painting.
Li Fusheng came over. Although he was a big bastard, he also knew that he should not walk into the "painting" at this time, but he still couldn't help asking:
"Brother Zheng, what are you?"
"Leave a souvenir." Uncle Zheng smiled and called Li Fusheng to come and eat melons together.
Li Fusheng shook his head;
In fact, he can understand this habit of painting. When a group of general soldiers were in Zhenbeihou's mansion, each of them was painted by the painter invited by Zhenbeihou. Dressed in casual clothes, but there is no doubt that the posture is extremely serious, where is there anyone like Zheng Fan?
Uncle Zheng didn't have the time to explain to Li Fusheng what "propaganda" was. As a "god" in the god-making movement, this was the responsibility that Uncle Zheng had to bear.
Chen Daole first draws one, this one is collected by Uncle Zheng himself, you can also copy a few more and give it to others;
Afterwards, Chen Daole will also design and carve a template to facilitate rubbing. Naturally, the rubbing version cannot be fine, but you can still clearly see Uncle Zheng who is fighting in the distance and eating melons nearby.
PassYes, in the previous years of cognition, where would the savages attack the city? Where can I get a trebuchet?
But the Jin people built the city walls so rigidly.
It is conceivable that if the Savage King successfully retreated back to the snowy field, even these two small castles would have to be attacked at a cost by the pursuing soldiers and horses.
On the city wall, savages began to shoot arrows downwards, scattered. Obviously, the first wave of dead and injured savages was consumed too quickly, and the second batch had not yet been arranged.
And the savages have no other defensive equipment available except for bows and arrows.
After staying at a sufficient distance, the archers of the Yan army on the arrow tower began to shoot, because the height difference was evened out by the arrow tower, so the killing and effect of the arrows were much better than shooting upwards from below.
Below, there are archers on the ground hiding behind the shield players for cover.
For a while, the arrows of the Yan army attacking the city completely suppressed the arrows of the savages on the city wall.
The battering ram started to be pressed, no matter how stupid the savages were, they knew what this thing was for, but Naihe had no way to solve it, and could only watch this big guy come to the city gate.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
After three hits,
city ??gate,
was directly knocked open.
The soldiers who pushed the siege hammer were stunned for a moment, feeling a little unreal.
On the arrow tower in the distance, Li Fusheng's Adam's apple twitched, and he said, "Here, brother Zheng, is it possible that you, who push the battering ram, are all masters in the army?"
Zheng Fan said: "There were savages in the city who came out to surrender earlier, and they came out through this gate. They shouldn't have blocked anything behind the city gate."
"Oh, that's how it is."
In fact, there is one thing that Uncle Zheng doesn¡¯t know, that is, after the Savage King led his army to take down Anhu City and Dadie City, the Savages who hadn¡¯t entered the customs at that time were very excited, after all, they were really poor. All the things left by the Jin people in the city were looted, and even the city gate was taken away, because there were iron nails and iron sheets on the city gate.
In the end, the Savage King found out. The Savage King was furious. He reprimanded them immediately and ordered them to take the rest, but you have to put the city gate back for me!
Due to the prestige of the savage king, the savages still put the city gate back in a proper manner.
But with such a dismantling and reassembly, this city gate has actually become a formalistic city gate long ago.
At this moment, the third round of trebuchet throwing began, and the third projectile was poured with grease, so what was thrown out was a fireball.
This time the projectile was slightly extended, that is to say, it deliberately smashed into the back of the city wall. Immediately there was another shrill scream in the city.
Immediately afterwards,
Only then did the shieldman get out of the way, and the Yan soldiers rushed up with the ladder on their shoulders. After placing the ladder on the city wall, they began to climb. The arrow tower had already been pulled to a sufficient distance, because the blocking from the city wall was too strong. Slight, so I didn't choose to dismantle the parts below to let the whole arrow tower fall towards the city wall, but directly dismantled a long strip of baffle from above and used it as a bridge.
The archer inside drew out his weapon directly, stepped on the bridge and rushed up to the city wall.
The sporadic savages on the city wall were quickly cleared, and the Yan army easily occupied the west city wall.
Li Fusheng smacked his lips, and said with some regret: "It's good, but it's too fast, and I haven't tasted it yet."
Zheng Fan listened,
Laughed:
"That's easy."
Immediately,
Uncle Zheng ordered a personal guard behind him:
"Ming Jin withdraws troops, change another city wall and attack again."
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