Boom

With a loud bang, the flames rose up under the city wall, blowing up a cloud ladder. A Jurchen crawler in the middle was blown into two sections. The ladder was broken and several people fell down and died. The Jurchens who were about to climb the ladder were also shocked. However, they had seen such things. After a brief panic, they arranged under the ladder and held shields to cover the soldiers who climbed the wall to get close to the ladder.

Wanyan Zonghan looked at the battle on the pass city wall from a distance. After the explosion and the ladder collapsed, he said to Wanyan Xiyi, the god of the valley next to him: "The firearms of the Wuchao people seem to be good." At this point, he stopped talking, narrowed his eyes, and saw a few explosions on the pass, and a few explosions sounded like before. When the fire suddenly rose, people kept falling from it.

The war horse under his crotch seemed to feel the panic caused by the explosion. He stepped on the horse's hooves uneasyly, shook the mane on the back of his neck, Wanyan Zonghan patted the horse's neck, making it quiet, "It's interesting to let the second team press up and beat the war drum."

"Nianhan, wait a little." Wanyan Xiyi looked rational and his eyes were as calm as water. He raised his arm to stop Zong Han's order. "Look at it again, the firearms of the Wu Dynasty are limited after all, and most of the front teams are Liao people, so it's okay to die. Just keep it like this and waste the opponent to death."

Zong Han turned his head and looked at the other party, nodding: "Okay!"

He raised his hand and put it down. Under the pass, fire and explosion sounded intermittently on the city wall. More Jin soldiers rushed up to the wall, stepped on the bodies of their colleagues, rushed through the defense line composed of blades with no chance, and then tore the gap with flesh and blood, and followed one after another.

Under the reflection of the firelight, Qin Ming's figure collided with the Jin soldiers who were rushing up. The mace collided with the other party's body in the firelight. The arrow flew from the dark night below to the dim city. The Jin soldier fell from the walls and shouted shrillly until it stopped abruptly after the dull landing.

“Wow!!”

The flying arrow nail penetrated the arm armor and pierced into Qin Ming's arm. The sudden tear-like pain made him cry out subconsciously. Then several Jurchens who had stood firmly ran and slashed hard.

A few thuds were heard. Qin Ming gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his arm and raised his mace to block it. Four or five knives were seen on the copper handle almost at the same time. In a blink of an eye, both sides were entangled. Qin Ming used the copper handle to push the other party's blade and pushed it hard under the battlement. Then the mace's rod turned and swept across, and the people were swept off the top of the city.

At this moment, more than a hundred Wucha soldiers who had gathered in Huang Xin lit the leads of the bamboo tube and rushed towards the battlements. The previous fire and explosion had attracted the attention of the Jurchen soldiers. At this time, they stopped some of them. When they swung their swords and slashed, the burning bamboo tube fell at the feet of both sides, and then exploded. With a bang, the Jurchen soldiers were directly lifted up, and one of the legs was blown down near the point of being hit, and the body of the Wucha soldiers had already been broken. Such an explosion was on the top of the city, and the vision of both sides continued to rise, with loud noises, flames, dust, and broken limbs rolling in the air, and blood was pouring down.

Then the seventy or eighty Wu Chao soldiers who were not intercepted stopped, pinching the bamboo tube and approaching the wall. They stopped and threw their arms down.

The bamboo tubes with burning leads disappeared into the darkness under the city wall.

The explosion sounded.

A violent explosion sounded in rows under the city wall, and the pillars of fire were undulating and covering each other against the cloud ladder hanging on the walls. The Jurchen soldiers on the ladder were fixed at the moment when the flames rushed up, and then they were pushed up by a huge impact force, thrown high into the sky, and then fell to the ground.

On this night, thick smoke and scorching fire kept moving in sight. Wanyan Zonghan licked his lips and looked at the Grigoku on the other side, sneering.

On this side, Wanyan Xiyi on the horse's back sank her face, opened her mouth slightly, rolled her Adam's apple, and made a hint of anger, "I was wrong, you decide."

Wanyan Zonghan turned his face and looked at the pass. After a while, he waved his hand and spread the more violent attack to the direct troops.

The desolate horn blew up, and the soldiers wearing fur and light armor rushed straight towards the pass with steel knives.

Bianliang, Yanfu Palace.

Queen Zheng Wan took several palace maids to walk down the corridor, walked through the corridor, crossed several arches and teeth doors, walked up the steps, and pushed open the palace gate.

An exquisite vase, also Zhao Ji's favorite thing, fell to the ground, fragmented and scattered at the queen's feet.

In her vision, Zhao Ji stood haggardly in a dragon robe, roaring. The palace maids and eunuchs around him dared not show off their heads and trembled.

"I have sent so many envoys and so many gold and silver to those barbarians, and now I have not replied to anything. Where are my people? My ministers were killed by them! I will kill them at all when I have disagreements, and I bought them all with the money."

Over there, the queen walked over and suddenly fell down.

"The officials are so angry that they are all angry. The civil and military officials outside are still waiting for His Majesty to see them. No matter how savage the Jurchens are, they have already fought. You should always meet your ministers."

"No!" The emperor with blood-filled eyes looked at the woman kneeling down and did not help her up. Instead, he walked to the side and sat down. "Those civil officials were also wronged. They said it nicely. I actually believed it. But now I think about it. They were afraid that their interests would be lost. These treacherous ministers and these treacherous ministers were wronged."

Looking at the nonsense emperor, Zheng Wan knelt over and grabbed his hand, "The official family is not the time to get angry. Even if they are afraid of the Jurchens, they are still ministers of the Wu Dynasty. Only then can they settle down if you stand out or have a peace or a peace, and you have the final say in this country."

"Yes! I am the emperor or the final word for this country." He said, breaking away from the queen's hand, stuttering with a dazed and nervous look: "We must be prepared for it, and we must make second-hand preparations. Then send an envoy to the peace talks and send an order to summon the Jin envoy stationed in the Wu Dynasty into the palace."

As soon as the young eunuch who was delivering the order stepped out, another young eunuch came in panic and said, "Your Majesty, the Grand Chief is here, he wants to see Your Majesty."

"No!" Zhao Ji asked Zheng Wan to dress up and waved her hand.

The little eunuch did not leave, but continued with difficulty: "But the chief executive has entered the palace and came directly to Yanfu Palace. He seemed very angry that the guards around him dared not stop him."

Zhao Ji stood in front of the queen, clenched his fists with both hands, pursed his lips tightly, and trembled with anger and then gritted his teeth and said, "Let him come in."
Chapter completed!