Chapter 720

In the northern border, the flames of war were burning fiercely, accompanied by deafening explosions; many Liao horses reared up, showing fear.

Little Wei Yuan was wearing the uniform of an ordinary soldier, armored and helmeted, standing on the city wall, harvesting the lives of Liao cavalry one by one with a flying sword gun. At this time, he had activated his concealment ability, and with luck protecting his body, even if a True Lord of Master Yu Jing scanned him, he would mistake Little Wei Yuan for an ordinary human cultivator, with cultivation just entering the Dao Foundation, plain and ordinary; even if a Dharma Form came to kill him, they would feel it was an unnecessary move.

Little Wei Yuan was actually guiding more than two hundred shells at the same time, fine-tuning their trajectories in the air to smash into the densest areas of the Liao cavalry; even if the Liao tribe jumped into the trenches, the shells could accurately explode above their heads.

But looking around, the four fields were full of the Liao tribe, and the whistling rain of arrows in the air had never stopped for a moment. This time, the number of soldiers wearing heavy armor among the Liao tribe had increased significantly, and their weapons had also been replaced with large shields and hand crossbows, jumping into the trenches to fight the human race in close combat.

The hand crossbows used by the Liao tribe were extremely powerful, capable of directly piercing the chest armor produced by Qingming, and one must hold a giant shield to defend against them. Although the hand crossbows were slow to load, their terrifying power at close range still greatly improved the combat power of the Liao tribe, and the casualty rate of the Dao soldiers in the trenches rose in a straight line.

In the air of the Liao formation, the incarnation of the Left Xianwang stared at the battlefield, his face quite ugly. Even as an immortal, he did not expect that the cannons on Qingming had suddenly increased several times, and the area around the garrison town was simply a sea of fire.

And the artillery fire was guided by Little Wei Yuan, extremely precise, covering area by area. After each area was bombarded, it had completely turned into white ground, and the Liao cavalry who stayed in the bombardment zone had no survivors, truly becoming a "carpet bombing."

Little Wei Yuan kept creating blank areas around the garrison town in this way, disrupting the Liao tribe's attack rhythm and cutting off the reinforcements of the Liao army that had penetrated deep.

At this time, the Liao army surrounding the garrison town had approached one million, impacting the defense line wave after wave like a tide. And Little Wei Yuan was preparing to use up all the shells in this battle.

The incarnation of the Left Xianwang also had a powerful divine sense, scanning the entire battlefield every once in a while; this was perception rather than attack, so it did not trigger the automatic counterattack of the northern mountain gate.

It was just that the results of the scan made the Left Xianwang unable to accept it. He had spent a massive amount of military funds, issued countless high-grade armor and magic tools, and had also dispersed the power of the northern mountain gate, then besieged from all sides, and yet the combat loss ratio was actually higher than the previous few times, approaching one to five?

Hadn't his hundred million taels of immortal silver all been spent on a dog?

At this time, another Liao army formation separated, and numerous soldiers and strongmen pushed out a terrifying giant crossbow platform vehicle. Under the platform vehicle were eight rows of wheels, front and back, and a bed crossbow over five zhang long was loaded on the vehicle, with a giant crossbow four zhang long, shining with the light of magic tools, installed on it at this moment.

The giant crossbow platform vehicle moved slowly, stopping when it was still more than ten miles away from the garrison town, and then strongmen at the Dharma Form level drove wooden stakes into the ground one by one to stabilize the platform vehicle.

Little Wei Yuan naturally could not sit idly by and immediately guided the shells to bombard it at maximum range. But all the shells were intercepted by the Liao tribe's Dharma Form archers, and then the Liao tribe adjusted the angle of the giant crossbow. Four strongmen at the perfection of Dao Foundation pulled the trigger at the same time, and the giant crossbow platform vehicle suddenly bloomed with a halo; the crossbow arrow had already pierced the sky and arrived at the garrison town.

At the moment before the crossbow arrow was about to be fired, Little Wei Yuan could no longer hide his identity and used Dao power to turn into a violent wind, blowing all the soldiers on the city tower away.

The giant crossbow shot into the city tower, instantly sinking the whole thing in, and the city tower was like wet dough, swelling up suddenly, the city gate tower twisting so much it didn't look real. Subsequently, the entire city tower exploded, and countless broken stones and blocks flew into the sky!

The scattered bricks and stones fell like jade, stirring up clouds of dust. When the dust settled, the tower on the city tower had disappeared, more than half of the entire city tower had collapsed, and only a section of the giant crossbow arrow's tail was still exposed.

The five cannons originally installed on the city tower were all thrown dozens of zhang away. Fortunately, Little Wei Yuan had blown the Dao soldiers away in advance, otherwise, none of the hundreds of Dao soldiers stationed on the city tower would have survived.

And the Liao tribe's generals, at this moment, all widened their eyes, looking at the city tower in disbelief. This kind of giant crossbow platform vehicle is the Liao tribe's siege artifact, and every arrow is equivalent to a strike from a Master Yu Jing spiritual treasure. Facing traditional city walls made of stone and rammed earth with rice paste seams, one arrow can pierce thirty zhang.

If Little Wei Yuan had been guarding some famous city or strong pass in the world, that would be one thing. But this was just a small garrison town, with walls less than ten zhang high. The Liao generals, and even the incarnation of the Left Xianwang, wanted to see one arrow destroy the city tower, and then pierce through the entire city, nailing it to the city wall on the other side; this was the scene that should have happened.

As a result, this arrow only collapsed half of the city tower?

The incarnation of the Left Xianwang steadied himself and looked toward the gap in the city tower, seeing that the actual thickness of the city tower was far greater than its height, actually reaching twenty zhang thick. And in the data, the city tower of the garrison town was at most five zhang thick.

The gap was full of grey-white fragments, not like stone, nor like traditional mortar. Between the fragments, multiple steel bars remained, and every few feet, a layer of steel plate was buried.

This spiritual treasure giant arrow had penetrated seven or eight zhang of the strange steel-bar-and-grey-stone belt, broke through three layers of steel shields, and finally exhausted its strength. And in front of it, there were still four or five zhang of thick city wall.

The incarnation of the Left Xianwang's face was as heavy as water, and he could no longer hold his expression; this city tower had been repaired so sturdily by Little Wei Yuan, how could it be blown open by normal people?

If it weren't for the giant siege crossbow platform vehicle specifically for strong passes and solid cities, one wouldn't even think about breaking the city with ordinary bed crossbows. As for the heavy siege arrows used by Dharma Form cultivators, it is estimated that they couldn't break the city even if they shot until their Dharma Forms collapsed.

Little Wei Yuan was also secretly shocked; the Liao tribe's giant crossbow was truly overbearing, its power more than double that of the eight giant crossbows at Hanyang Pass back then? Fortunately, he had consulted past war data and had some understanding of the Liao tribe's siege weaponry, so he used cement to widen and thicken the city walls day and night, which finally had an effect.

The Liao tribe was not discouraged and immediately brewed the next attack. Thousands of Liao strongmen exerted force at the same time, pulling multiple winches to slowly open the giant crossbow, and then more than a dozen strongmen at the perfection of Dao Foundation lifted a four-zhang crossbow arrow together and loaded it into the arrow slot. Finally, several Dharma Forms injected magic power into the platform vehicle.

Following the order of the Liao general, another halo rose above the platform vehicle, and the giant arrow broke through the air and nailed itself to one side of the city tower. The city tower and the nearby city wall swelled and twisted again, and a gap appeared in a section of the city wall near the city tower, but there was no large-scale collapse.

Regarding the city wall being broken, Little Wei Yuan also had a contingency plan. Behind the gap, the Dao soldiers pushed out multiple infantry cannons, their black muzzles aimed at the gap. The Liao cavalry actually didn't dare to rush toward the gap for a while.

At this time, the Liao tribe slowly loaded the third giant arrow, which this time shot at the other side of the city tower. After three arrows, the city tower was finally destroyed beyond recognition, and all the dozen or so cannons on this section of the defense line were silenced.

The Liao general waved his precious sword forward again, and another giant arrow flew in from the gap, creating a bloody passage in the city, and then nailed itself to the city wall on the other side amidst the roar, blowing down a small section of the city wall. This time the loss was a bit heavy; multiple infantry cannons deployed in the city were destroyed, and the Dao soldiers suffered over a hundred casualties.

A large group of Liao cavalry began to rush into the city from the gap and began to slaughter.

Little Wei Yuan was not panicked and ordered the final plan to be activated. A large number of Dao soldiers resting in the city quickly dispersed, scattering into the surrounding trenches. Most of the infantry cannons were not heavy; two Dao Foundation cultivators could lift them and run, and with three to five more people carrying shells, it was a cannon team.

In the blink of an eye, the Liao cavalry who entered the city suddenly found that they couldn't find an opponent, and many of the city defense cannons on the city wall turned around and bombarded the inside of the city. In the blink of an eye, the Liao cavalry who entered the city suffered heavy casualties.

Although the garrison town was broken, the war had just begun. More than one hundred thousand Dao soldiers gathered and dispersed in the trench area of nearly one hundred miles, dense as a spider web, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

The silver-haired woman looked at the dense small strongholds in front of her, and her scalp felt numb. The million-strong Liao army now had to face more than a thousand firepower strongholds.

She felt that from this moment on, the war was being fought in a quagmire.

The Liao commanding general was still using the giant crossbow to dismantle the city wall, but he had already intentionally slowed down the speed. This kind of giant crossbow arrow costs hundreds of thousands of taels of immortal silver per shot, and the platform vehicle needs to be repaired and maintained every twenty shots; this is all immortal silver like a small mountain.

The incarnation of the Left Xianwang stood with his hands behind his back, his face already livid. When he first heard that Little Wei Yuan had gone north, he wanted to meet this rising star of the human race and see what kind of ability Little Wei Yuan, who had beaten the Shaman tribe's millions of troops into a rout, had, and what kind of famous game he could play that would be passed down to future generations.

But he never expected that from the first battle, Little Wei Yuan would just defend to the death and consume, then keep defending to the death and consuming, consuming—every day's battle was a rotten battle. And this rotten battle had been fought for more than half a year. Now, having finally knocked open the turtle shell of the garrison town, he was actually facing an even bigger rotten battle.

Countless Liao cavalry spurred their horses to rush into the human formation, but no matter how flexible the Liao horses were, it was difficult to guard against the flying arrows shot from all angles, and they couldn't avoid the crisscrossing trenches on the ground. From time to time, the horses would stumble, and both man and horse would flip into the trenches, followed by the bullets and iron sand rushing toward them.

The Liao cavalry who rushed into the formation were wiped out in the blink of an eye. The centurions and thousand-men commanders commanding the front line shouted one after another, letting the knights dismount, carry crossbows and shields, and jump into the trenches to fight the human race in close combat.

The human formation was like a swamp, and countless Liao cavalry were walking into the depths of the swamp.

While there were rotten battles everywhere in the north, a hundred thousand-strong army was assembled in Qingming, all of them cavalry and mounted infantry. The hundred thousand-strong army was divided into two hundred teams of five hundred people each. Every team leader had an immortal sword manifested by Zhang Sheng in his hand, and with this sword, he could directly talk and contact Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng stood on a chariot, her grace like an immortal, and without seeing her move, every team leader naturally knew the destination, route, and arrival time limit of his march.

Thus, hundreds of small teams scattered, like a galloping herd of beasts, scattering into the earth. Zhang Sheng moved with the chariot troops.

On the land of the Western Regions, the Zhao army was moving slowly to the north when suddenly the alarm sounded, and enemies appeared from all directions!

(End of chapter)