Chapter 469 Chaos
Sullivan looked at Qian Jia with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Counterattack across the board?"
Qian Jia nodded affirmatively: "Zhebie has discovered the problem, so he is shrinking. At this time, we must not give him any way to assemble his troops. So we have to attack to make the whole situation more chaotic!"
"Chief, I'm worried that we are not opponents. If we attack, the casualties will be huge!" Literary.
Qian Jia disagreed: "If you say that the two sides are fighting in a regular field battle, I believe that the garrison cannot defeat Dong Daying or Zhebei's men, but in such a melee and chaotic battle, The garrison does not necessarily have to lose! Sullivan, don’t forget that the personal quality of the garrison guarding the imperial city is the strongest among all the armies.”
Shalevin. Wen suddenly realized.
“Let each army fight on its own, and fight as they please!” Qian Jia chuckled, “It doesn’t matter command, it doesn’t matter organization. Anyway, in such a battle, there is no way to retreat or escape. Escape, or you will die, or I will die."
Looking at Qian Jia's appearance, Sullivan also knew that such a chaotic battle would definitely cause huge losses.
But for the Beiting Protectorate, this is the best ending.
And this is also his certificate of submission.
The more Dayuan's army suffered in this battle, the greater his contribution might be.
“I understand, in the end we will organize the most elite force, and when we find that there is a possibility of the enemy converging, we will cut it off!”
“That’s the truth, I I'm about to do this!" Qian Jia laughed and patted Sullivan on the shoulder: "After this battle, you will definitely be among the top in terms of merit!"
“Don’t dare, don’t dare, it’s all Li and Xiao who are strategizing, the head of the hospital is in the middle to provide support, and the generals are just following suit!”
"No, no, no, without you, these plans would be just a moon in the mirror and a flower in the water!" Qian Jia said with a smile: "General, there is no need to be too modest. Your credit is your credit."
Sullivan turned around He glanced at the brightly lit palace behind him, and then at Qian Jia, who was smiling and saying nothing, and suddenly realized something.
A moment later, the garrison stationed in the imperial city launched a reverse charge amidst shouts. What excited everyone was that the enemy who looked like wolves and tigers in front of them, Suddenly it melted like winter snow meeting the June sun.
It turned out to be an empty shell!
The morale of the anxious garrison was suddenly boosted.
In the darkness, seeing the empty palace with almost no defense, Qian Jia smiled and disappeared.
Gao Wuyang was lying among a pile of dead bodies, and he wiped the blood from a corpse and then smeared it on his face.
As a member of the Qinglong Brigade, what he is best at is actually assassination.
He really didn’t like being hacked face to face in the palace like the last time.
Even if he is a good player at the eighth level of Xuanyuan, he does not like to be faced with force. What he prefers is to hide in the dark, stab someone quietly, and then hide quietly. go.
Today's chaotic battle suits his taste.
The intersection he chose was crucial. Just ahead, he saw a bunch of Dongda Camp troops retreating in this direction, and the highest officer in the team was actually a captain of ten thousand men. , that is at least a master of the eighth level of Xuanyuan.
Killing this guy will give him a great sense of accomplishment!
Looking up at the ridge of the roof, he made a gesture. Hiding on the ridge of the roof was He Zheng, a good hand with a bow.
After killing someone, you have to escape intact, so He was on top to provide an escape channel for Gao Wuyang who succeeded in the assassination. Otherwise, he will be surrounded by a large group of soldiers, and no matter how good his martial arts skills are, he will not be able to gain favor.
The chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer. Gao Wuyang turned sideways, found an angle where it was easier to exert force, and observed the enemy through the armpit of a corpse.
The chaotic footsteps stepped on the pool of blood, making a snapping sound. Several feet stepped on Gao Wuyang's body. Gao Wuyang did not move at all, his eyes were wide open. There seemed to be no focus at all. In fact, he just locked onto one of them.
Getting closer to him.
That was a strong guy with extremely thick hair, his hair and beard were almost all tangled together. Except for his eyes and nose, his mouth and face were covered.
That's it now!
The sharp dagger penetrated the guy's calf without any hindrance, and then Gao Wuyang wrapped around the strong man like a vine that suddenly jumped up from the ground. Keep pulling it out and plugging it in, pulling it out and plugging it back in again.
Until the last knife cut through the opponent's throat gently and deftly, and when he saw the blood spurting out wildly, Gao Wuyang also stepped on the opponent's body and jumped to the ridge of the roof.
The soldiers angrily rushed towards Gao Wuyang, and several martial arts masters followed Gao Wuxiang and jumped onto the roof. On the street, the soldiers aimed their bows and arrows at Gao Wuyang.
Then, the sound of arrows piercing the air resounded.
A pursuing general of the Yuan army did not expect that the assassin actually had a backup plan. Less than twenty steps away, such a powerful arrow made it impossible for him to avoid it.
The only thing he could do in time was to raise his arm to his chest, and then the feather arrow nailed his arm and chest together. The breastplate did not play any role in blocking the sharp arrow.
A swish of feathers and arrows sounded like a volley of arrows. The several slower-moving Yuan army generals behind them were so shocked that they didn't care about anything else. They rolled directly on the roof and fell off the roof.
But Gao Wuyang and He Zheng walked away laughing.
When the Yuan troops looked at each other in disbelief at the leaders who had fallen to the ground in despair, deafening shouts of killing were heard all around.
I don't know how many enemies are coming from all directions.
Houses and lanes block everyone’s view, so everyone can only rush to where they are based on intuition and memory.
There was a loud bang, and Yeli staggered back. In front of him, An Xuan, who was wielding a huge mace, jumped up with a loud smile, which was actually higher than the houses on both sides.
Yeli was old after all and was unable to withstand such a violent blow from An Xuan, so he could only retreat continuously. His soldiers rushed forward regardless of their own safety, and then fell to An Xuan's fangs one after another. Under the stick.
"An Xuan, Dayuan treats you well!" The last guard was hit so hard that his brains burst open, and he had no way to retreat. He leaned against the cold city wall behind him and shouted loudly.
"Yes, you have treated me so well that my tribe is getting smaller and smaller every year. If you continue to do this for a few more years, I will be alone, old thief, go to hell!"
The huge stick hit head-on, with a bang, Yeli was a little shorter, and the spear in his hand became a lone line, and the second stick came down again.
There were a few clicks, and the arm was broken, followed closely by the head.
Zhebie stood alone at the top of the Royal Temple of Yandu City, which was also the highest point in the entire Yandu City, looking desperately at Yandu where fires were everywhere and the sound of killings was loud.
It was almost dawn, and there were not many people gathered around him, and from his position, he could clearly see that there were enemies all around.
(End of this chapter)