The slender pocket sewn in sheepskin was placed on the water dragon and the other end was stuffed into the ice hole chiseled by Wuwei soldiers on the ice. Four soldiers sat two on each side of the water dragon, grabbed the crossbar in front of them with both hands, but their feet were each stepping on the next pedal.

With a command, the soldiers immediately kicked up desperately. Seeing the originally shrunken sheepskin bag bulged up, starting from the river and extending into the water dragon. The next moment, a thick stream of water immediately spurted out from the mouth of the water dragon. Hundreds of water dragons sprayed water on Guancheng at the same time, which was also an extremely spectacular thing.

Feng Lun really didn't expect that Cao Xin actually used these faucets to spray water. At first, he couldn't believe it, but at this time he was caught off guard and was poured by water, and he suddenly felt a chill.

In this cold lunar month, the weather is already cold, and when you pour it with cold water, the taste is really not something that ordinary people can tolerate. Even if you can see the sun in the sky today, the pale light really does not have much temperature.

There was a little panic on the city wall. Some soldiers raised their shields to block the endless stream of water, while others simply retreated back to the Tibetan soldiers' cave.

Feng Lun did not move, but held the wall and looked at the city in a daze. The people of Wuwei naturally did not aimlessly. Cao Xin did this, of course, with his purpose.

But now he didn't know that the other party had tried so much effort to attack the city wall, built such a long wooden circumference, and worked hard to create so many faucets. Is it just to spray these streams of water?

Want to flood the city? Even if he drains all the water in the river, he may not be able to achieve his goal.

Under the city, under Cao Xin's central army banner, Liang Han and other generals gathered here.

"General Liang, have you ever seen fire attack?" Cao Xin asked with a smile.

Liang Han laughed: "Fire attack, isn't this common? When we attacked the Khitans in the past, we often set fires, and a fire burned the pastures clean. What's the curiosity about this?"

"Have you ever seen a fire with water?" Cao Xin lowered his head and asked mysteriously.

"What does it mean? Water overcomes fire, how can you set fire with water?" Liang Han said inexplicably.

Li Tao on the side suddenly understood: "Governor Cao, is it hot tincture oil?"

"Yes, not!" Cao Xin smiled and said, "Since the initial fierce tinder oil, our Wuwei soldiers have used crude oil to develop more powerful burning objects. Today I will let you see it."

Everyone turned their heads together and looked towards Guancheng.

A huge catapult roared, sending more than ten wooden barrels into the sky and landing towards Guancheng. Some fell on the top of the city, while some fell into the city wall.

Feng Lun looked up at the wooden barrels falling down and bursting on the city walls, and then he smelled a familiar smell from his nose.

"Hard-ton oil!" He screamed in dismay. Although the smell released from the broken bucket was a little different from the smell he had smelled when he was in Shijiawu, it was still somewhat similar in the end.

"Prepare sand, sand!" Feng Lun shouted.

Almost as the barrel fell and broke, hundreds of rockets shot towards the top of the city walls.

There was no explosion Feng Lun imagined, because the moment the rocket fell on the city, there was only a bright red left in front of Feng Lun's eyes.

It was the red of the burning flame.

Feng Lun had seen fierce tinder burning, and he also knew that sealing the fierce tinder in a breathable jar and igniting it would cause a violent explosion. In Shijiawu, he used this to almost destroy Liu Chenglin's two 2,000 troops.

But the fire in front of you is different.

Their burning speed was much faster than the fierce tinder he knew. He only saw a blue color spreading across the city like a stream of water on the ground, along the city wall toward the city.

The water dragons under the city were still spraying water on the city, and the giant trenchers in the distance were still shooting the wooden barrels on the top of the city.

The fire is burning.

Water is flowing.

The water carried the fire and began from the top of the city and spread violently into the city.

Some soldiers bravely rushed towards the fire with wet clothes, trying to block the flames with wet clothes, but immediately, the wet clothes in their hands also started to burn, and the soldiers themselves turned into burning torches.

The flowing fire raged in Guancheng.

The water is not used to flood the city, but to become the transporters of fire.

Wherever the water flows, the fire burns.

"Open the city gate and fight out!" Feng Lun roared fiercely.

Feng Lun's downward gate had been completely blocked by fire. Standing on the top of the city, Feng Lun saw clearly that the west city was only in the direction of the west city, and the flames had not yet burned.

"Beat the drum, wave the flag, all the troops turn to the west gate, open the city gate, fight out, and die with the enemy!" Feng Lun shouted at the top of his lungs.

The drummer beat the war drum desperately and passed the orders with the drum beats. The flag bearer climbed up to the top of the city gate tower and waved the flag in his hand to the greatest extent.

Liang Han listened to the war drums on the city, looked at the waving flag, and said to Cao Xin: "The enemy is going to break through the Ximen."

Cao Xin nodded and smiled, "It was expected that Liang Han, Wan Fu, you will lead the troops from the headquarters to go around on both sides, block the passages on both sides, and force them to cross the glacier."

Wanfu and Liang Han took the order and left in a hurry.

Rockets were no longer fired under the city, but the crossbows were still shooting. The flag bearer on the city gate tower was caught in several arrows, and it flowed down the wall along the tiles and fell into the fire.

The drummer was trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and both the people and the drum were burning.

The drummer roared loudly, but his legs were like he was stuck in front of the drum, and he was still pounding the war drum vigorously. It was not until the dull bang and the drum surface was broken that the drummer fell into the fire.

The Wuwei soldiers outside the city no longer fired the modified version of the turbulent oil, because at some point, the entire Guancheng had almost started to burn, and a huge torch was burning in front of them.

The wind is very irregular, and it is sometimes eastward, sometimes westward, sometimes southward, and sometimes northward. Fire borrows the wind, and the wind destroys the power of the fire. Even through a city wall, the Wuwei soldiers felt the scorching heat wave.

I just feel cold, but today, they deeply understand that when the heat reaches a certain level, the taste is also extremely uncomfortable.

They are already like this outside the city, and the city is probably already a place like purgatory.

There was no one in front of Feng Lun.

The fire was burning around him. He finally stood on tiptoe and looked at the direction of Xicheng. The fire was too big and the black smoke rolled. The space between the entire field of vision seemed to be covered with a layer of water. It was a little trembling in front of him, but he still saw the flags waving on the city tower in the direction of Xicheng, which meant that troops had arrived at Ximen.

He smiled with satisfaction.

He had no way out. He raised his gun, shouted, and jumped out of the only place that had not been lit, entered the sea of ​​fire, rushed down the city wall, and then rushed towards the city gate. The city gate had long been burned to collapse, and the fireman Feng Lun rushed out of the city gate.

He still held his gun.

His people were burning, and his gun was burning.

The Wuwei soldiers blocked outside the city gate all started to clamor, but they were a little out of their composure.

An officer shouted angrily, snatched the spear from the hand of a soldier beside him, twisted his arms and threw them hard towards the fire man in the charge.

When the gun arrives, the person falls.

The long spear he was holding back and stabbed heavily on the ground. His hand holding the gun was still not let go. The fireman burned in front of everyone at a strange angle.

Outside the Xicheng Gate, about 2,000 people rushed out of the city gate, but on both sides, dense Wuwei soldiers blocked their way, and there was only one road in front of them, that is, crossing the glacier. On the bank opposite the glacier, rows of Wuwei soldiers holding spears were waiting for the battle.

There was no time for them to hesitate and choose, so they had to choose to rush down the ice river. Because behind them, countless comrades were waiting to rush out of the city gate and escape from the prison-like place behind them.

These Lu Long soldiers rushed to the ice with shouts, holding their weapons and killing towards the opposite shore. Behind them, countless Lu Long soldiers rushed out, and many people rushed out, and even flames were burning on their bodies.

To everyone's surprise, the only ice river outside the Xicheng Gate, which rarely fought, should have been a solid ice surface. When thousands of Lulong soldiers stepped onto the ice surface, the one in front was already fighting with the Wuwei soldiers. When the one behind rushed down the ice, it broke with the sound of Kaka's shattering.

Thousands of Lu Long soldiers sank into the cold river water without even a little time to react.

On the shore, Liang Han couldn't help but shivered. What the hell is this? What did Cao Xin do? He actually made the ice surface look so good that it was broken inexplicably?
Chapter completed!