Creation Color Master

After three rounds of bombs, Hanyang Pass was riddled with holes, and even the city walls were shortened overall.

There were rubble and broken limbs everywhere below. Every time a bomb fell, it not only destroyed the city wall of Hanyang Pass, but also took the lives of countless Xiayang soldiers.

Seeing that the thunder bombs had brought unexpected results, Yelu Xiong quickly commanded: "Tan Yuanji, Sap, and Zhuo Yun, the three of you will each lead 5,000 people to serve as the vanguard troops to cover the attack of the ladders and siege vehicles."

"Yelü Yuan, Yelü Ning, you are leading 5,000 troops each. If the enemy puts up a last stand and there are only a few soldiers left, lead your troops to fill in. We must reach the top of Hanyang Pass today."

After Yelu Xiong gave the order, everyone's spirits became tense as they looked at the dense and surging barbarian soldiers below. Even though they had just experienced a heavy bombardment, many soldiers still had pale faces and were ready for battle.

Countless wounded soldiers on the city wall are still holding their ground. Regardless of their injuries, they still hold on to the place they have always guarded.

Ladders were leaning against the city wall. The barbarians, holding their weapons in their mouths, climbed up madly without fear of death.

The Xiayang soldiers picked up the kerosene, boulders and other items they had prepared and launched a counterattack.

The kerosene was lit and poured down in a basin. The barbarians climbing below were immediately in trouble. The unlucky ones who were drenched in kerosene turned into fire men and fell down on a bunch of people below with screams.

There were three rows of archers in the rear, drawing their bows and arrows in an orderly manner, aiming at the barbarians attacking the city and shooting.

Chu Mo stood on the city wall, watching the fierce offensive and defensive battle between the two sides. It seemed as if this place had turned into a huge meat grinder, reaping lives every second.

At the foot of Hanyang Pass, a group of specially trained archers stepped out from the ancient barbarian troops. They drew their bows and arrows, aimed at the Xiayang soldiers on the top of the city wall, and started shooting.

Dozens of people were killed in a hail of arrows, and some bodies even fell from the city wall.

When Chu Mo saw this scene, he looked at Yang Jiye beside him and directly took out two longbows from the spoils he had looted before. Both of them were spiritual weapons.

Throwing one of them to Yang Jiye, Chu Mo directly condensed his spiritual power into an arrow and killed an enemy archer with one arrow.

Yang Jiye also took action. At this moment, the two of them seemed to have turned into archers, killing with every arrow.

At this time, the leader in charge of commanding the archers to shoot discovered the presence of Chu Mo and Yang Jiye. When he saw the old general with gray beard behind Chu Mo, the enemy leader's pupils shrank sharply.

The next moment, he turned the longbow, took out a long arrow from the back, and then the barbarian soldier continued to rush forward, aiming at Chu Mo's heart and secretly releasing a cold arrow.

As he let go, a cold light flew from below and shot straight at Chu Mo at a tricky angle.

Chu Mo was suddenly locked by the long arrow, and a sense of life and death crisis suddenly lingered in Chu Mo's heart.

In the crowd, seeing that his arrow was about to hit Chu Mo, the sneak attack leader showed a deathly smile.

"Ding"

At the critical moment, Wu Song's figure rushed out from the side, and the double swords in his hands directly cut down the long arrow.

Yao Guangxiao beside him was covered in a glow of glass light, standing in front of Chu Mo.

Seeing that someone was attacking his lord right under his nose, Yang Jiye was like an angry lion, with his eyes fixed directly on the attacker who was hiding in the crowd.

He gently hooked the ordinary spear beside his feet with his foot, held it in his hand, and threw it hard in a certain direction.

The attacker was so frightened that he didn't have the courage to fight with Yang Jiye at all. He pushed through the crowd and ran to the back.

"Pfft"

"Pfft"

"Pfft"

There were three consecutive sounds of a sharp weapon piercing flesh. The long spear thrown by Yang Jiye with all his strength pierced through two people in succession, nailing the attacker to death in the crowd.

The attacker stretched out his hand towards the crowd behind him with an unwilling look on his face, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something.

At this moment, a scream suddenly broke out from behind.

"Liang'er, no, Liang'er, you can't die. Wait for your father to come and save you."

Suddenly, a stream of blood and energy rushed into the sky among the countless soldiers and turned into a billowing blood and smoke, which blew away all the barbarians blocking the way below and headed towards a certain direction.

Yelu Yuan wanted to hold his brother back, but he was a step too slow. Looking at Yelu Ning's rushing figure, Yelu Yuan slowly retracted his outstretched arm.

Although he and Yelu Ning were subordinates on the surface, they were actually from the same clan and of the same generation in private.

Yelu Ning's son, who was also his and Yelu Yuan's nephew, wanted to take this opportunity to gain military merit, but unexpectedly died on the battlefield. He was very heartbroken.

But this is a battlefield after all, and as a general, Yelu Ning's behavior was too rash.

Yelu Ning held his dead son in his arms and looked at the corpse with its eyes open. He was so heartbroken at that moment.

"what"

The voice mixed with rage and sadness resounded throughout the battlefield, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

When he saw the murderer who shot his son, Yelu Ning quickly flew to the top of the city wall with a spear in hand using the ladder.

In a rage, he killed all the Xiayang soldiers who blocked his way and pointed his spear at Yang Jiye.

Yang Jiye held the Nine-Ring Golden Edge Dingsong Sword in his hand, and his fighting spirit also reached its peak. He was staring at Yelu Ning, who was at the second level of consciousness.

Looking at Chu Mo beside him, Yang Jiye said in a deep voice: "Daoyan, escort the lord to a safe place. Brother Wusong, please help me with the battle."

Yao Guangxiao and Wu Song nodded at the same time.

The Lin brothers on the other side also saw this scene. Lin Qianhao killed the barbarians who climbed up the tower and shouted, "Qian Yan, Qian Shun, the two of you lead the army to continue to stop the enemy. The lord may be in danger. I will go to protect him."

While fighting, Lin Qianyan and Lin Qianshun nodded at their eldest brother.

Lin Qianhao quickly approached Chu Mo, which was naturally noticed by Yelu Yuan who had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield. He also guessed that Chu Mo's identity was not simple, so he looked at the coach Yelu Xiong behind him.

With Yelu Xiong's approval, Yelu Yuan rushed towards Chu Mo on the city wall with a long sword in hand.

Lin Qianhao, who was originally heading towards Chu Mo, felt a powerful aura below that was also heading straight towards Chu Mo, so he turned his head and looked towards the city.

Yelu Yuan also noticed something and turned to look at Lin Qianhao, both of them showed a strong desire to fight.

Yelu Yuan, who was originally heading towards Chu Mo, was successfully stopped by Lin Qianhao who arrived.

A shocking battle broke out in both places. The military's blood and qi were displayed one after another, and the fighting skills they had cultivated were also displayed one after another. The sword intent was rampant, the spear intent was soaring into the sky, and each move and each style had great power.

If the soldiers get close, they will die.

Even Tan Yuanji, who had climbed up to the city wall, was held back by Lin Qianyan, and the two also fought each other.

Yelu Xiong, who was far away, saw that all the second-level generals on his side were being held back. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stepped into the air and headed towards Hanyang Pass.

Unfortunately, Lin Mingwei showed up and stopped him halfway.

Yelu Xiong said with a smile: "Xiayang's famous Shenwei Hou, today I can finally fight with you. I thought we would never be able to fight in this lifetime?"

Lin Mingwei also smiled and said, "Haha, I am not a Marquis of Divine Power. I was implicated by my children and grandchildren and was banished here. I am afraid I will never go back. But what makes me happy is that I met you, a younger generation, when I first arrived. This will not make my old bones rust."

Yelu Xiong sneered and said, "Then let's fight here. Please teach me, old general."

After saying that, he took the lead in launching the attack.