Fire, firelight soaring into the sky!

Under the escort of Wang Yue and others, dozens of Dark Flower Martial Artsmen scattered out of the siege and headed to all directions, and set fire at a sky-high price.

At first, there were only a few fireheads, and the Yellow Turban Army didn't care much, but less than half an hour later, the entire Luoyang City caught fire everywhere, and thick smoke rolled! From the third line of defense to the first line of defense, all of them were trapped in a sea of ​​fire. After several months of the incident, the ancient capital Luoyang suffered another disaster in Zhurong!

The Yellow Turban Army still didn't know how much time and energy the Luoyang military and civilians spent in order to arrange this big spark since Xu Rong decided to fight this street battle. All the wood and other flammable items sent by the princes were taken out, and under the command of some martial artists who were good at arson, they completed controllable arson belts. With the full use of the terrain, the fire in each area could be launched separately without affecting the adjacent fire belts.

Both times were artificial arson, but the first time Dong Zhuo's army was for destruction, while this time Fengxiang people were for rebirth. They were not destroyed or established. Only by using this method in front of them could they delay the fall of Luoyang City.

Luoyang City had been burned clean a few months ago. This sudden fire was not enough to kill all the Yellow Turban Army directly, but it still caused great trouble to the Yellow Turban Army. The high temperature baked the Yellow Turban Army's bodies, and many previously accessible "roads" had become dead ends. The fire cut the attacking Yellow Turban Army, and they could not take care of each other, and panic was spreading.

The Yellow Turban Army outside the city could not enter, the Yellow Turban Army surrounded by fire circles could not come out, and the attacking troops rushed around the fire like headless flies. The somewhat unlucky Yellow Turban Army was covered in fire, and they staggered and screamed in the field, which further added to the panic of other Yellow Turban Army.

What made the Yellow Turban Army even more crying was that the Luoyang Army, which had been pressed and beaten before and had reached the end of their lives, would not give them a chance to breathe.

When the fire first started, although the defenders were tenacious and beyond imagination, the Yellow Turban Army, which were attacking the last line of defense in Luoyang, all worked hard to move forward, and only one last step was enough to achieve a complete victory. The sparse number of horse-rejected horses was not enough to protect the entire central area of ​​the city. A small number of Yellow Turban Army broke through the defenders' defense line, but before they could be happy, they fell one after another.

At least one-third of the Yellow Turbans died under the silver spear of a beautiful woman. It was Zhao Xue, who was strictly ordered to not leave the "protected area", and she had been impatient for a long time.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the Yellow Turban Army, the counterattack began!

At the most difficult moment of street fighting, on the high platform, Aniu beat the drums himself to help, inspiring the Luoyang defenders to block the attack of the Yellow Turban Army. At this moment, Aniu beat the marching drums, and the loud sound of the war drums clearly conveyed a message: Attack!

attack!

Wang Yue, Li Qi and Liu Xing took the lead, and the sword shadows rushed up like meteors, and disappeared like meteors. Wherever the three of them went, the dense Yellow Turban Army was like a squid wheat, being harvested in a concentrated manner! Behind them was the scarred Fengxiang Martial Artsman.

Zilong had long since wanted to continue shooting, and maintained the same movement for more than an hour. Even if the person was not tired, aesthetic fatigue was inevitable. He put Wuxian bow on his shoulder and jumped over obstacles quickly. The silver spear had appeared in his hand, "Kill!"

The martial artists, troops, and players could no longer suppress their anger and counterattacked like a tide in Qiantang River. Even when a city lord saw Xiaoxue rushing out secretly, he did not say anything to stop it. The Luoyang Army's invincible aura made the Yellow Turban Army, which suddenly changed from a "hunter" to a "prey", feel terrifying and deeply terrifying!

If the Yellow Turban Army attacking Luoyang was a brutal wolf pack, then the Luoyang defenders were more like a group of lonely tigers, and had to take the defensive moment.

But a tiger is a tiger after all!

When the numerical advantage of the wolf pack was destroyed by the fire and the tiger, which had been besieged and wounded, began to show its power, the bloody and one-sided killing began.

Under the leadership of several top masters, the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the defenders cleanly and neatly solved the enemies in front of them, although the number of these enemies was at least ten times that of the defenders. The counterattack team was like stormy waves. After completely crushing the first batch of roadblocks, they did not stop and went straight to another target!

One fire after another, the divided Yellow Turban Army has become lambs to be slaughtered. The "butchers" will never be ruthless. These "lambs" are not harmless. Their current behavior, helplessness, fear and untrustworthyness are what they have killed thousands of Luoyang defenders!

The living have the responsibility and obligation to avenge the dead robes!

Only by fighting can you solve all problems, kill the other party, or be killed by the other party!

Only blood can wash away the shame and vicissitudes of Luoyang!

The remaining troops and martial artists in Luoyang were shocking the world and crying with resentment and fighting spirit that was astonishing as the ghosts and gods, as if they were in essence. Some Yellow Turban Army threw down their weapons and shouted loudly, "I surrender", but no one would listen to the "good intention" of these Yellow Turban Army and directly solve the problem with one blow.

Wang Yue and others were born in the Green Forest, of course they would not have a good impression of these guys who were not strong enough. They seemed to have seen nothing and did not stop the soldiers from killing the surrendered. Zilong frowned and felt quite unbearable, but when he saw a defender crying after killing a Yellow Turban, Zilong just sighed. He knew that the defender's brother died on the spot. It was very likely that the killed Yellow Turban Army was the direct murderer. Zilong began to look for those enemies who were still trying to resist.

According to a martial artist who survived the battle of Luoyang, "The Yellow Turban Army is too unsuccessful. They are proud when they are fighting, and when the situation is unfavorable, they immediately surrender. How can such a good thing be? If you don't chop them up, you're simply sorry for those dead brothers!"

The Luoyang army does not accept surrender now, and the Yellow Turban Army has to fight for its right to survive. However, most of the surviving defenders have extremely high martial arts and are led by several top masters. The timid Yellow Turban Army cannot exert its normal strength at all!

The remnants of Luoyang Army did not divide their troops to fight, and there was only such a small amount of troops, so there should not be unnecessary losses.

Without wind, the fire has not lost control. The defenders do not have to worry that the fire will burn the city center. Now there is only one thing to do: before the fire is extinguished, concentrate your efforts to take revenge!

Screams and cries shook the earth, the plants and trees were sad, the wind and clouds changed color, and the Yellow Turban Army in one city and another was eliminated. The defenders near the city wall tried to rush in to save people, but they found it difficult to find a suitable entry point. Fengxiang's martial arts have never lacked arson experts.

The crying and fighting gradually became low and eventually disappeared.

Three minutes at the hour of You.

The fire in Luoyang City gradually became smaller, and the fire scene was no longer an inaccessible restricted area, but the lives of about 20,000 Yellow Turban Army were also gone at the same time as the fire! These 20,000 people refer to the 20,000 people who were still fighting on the field when the fire broke out. If the losses in the street fighting in the previous few hours were included, the number of deaths in the Yellow Turban Army reached as many as 30,000 in one day!

It was getting late, and the Luoyang defenders successfully got dark again.

After experiencing the fire, the Yellow Turban Army, which had suffered heavy casualties, was depressed. The leaders of the Yellow Turban Army did not forget the lessons learned last night, and the troops showed no signs of attacking overnight. Of course, it was too early to make this conclusion. The Yellow Turban Army might be waiting for the fire to be completely extinguished.

In any case, the Luoyang defenders once again created a miracle, and held the Yellow Turbans' crazy attack that was bound to be captured all day in the street battle! Even if the Yellow Turbans attacked overnight, A Niu was confident that he would persist until tomorrow morning. In addition to being quite confident in the martial artist's night battle ability, the fire in Luoyang City only burned the periphery, and if necessary, the inside line could still have a small fire again!

The Luoyang defenders also paid a heavy price. After the street battle, only 298 soldiers were left in the coalition, with a death rate of 85%. Five hundred martial artists survived 260, losing half of them, but the real elite force among the martial artists - Dark Flower - was not hurt. Most of the martial artists who died in battle were junior and middle-level martial artists.

However, the number of civilians did not suffer much loss, and this was attributed to a person: Zilong. When he saw the so-called "militia" die under the butcher's knife one by one, he asked A Niu and Xu Rong: "Don't let them die, we can't let them go before we can!"

The players of Long Hunlong Villa also suffered heavy losses, making A Niu feel embarrassed to face Zhao Long, Jinge Tiema and others, "Only one sentence, I owe you too much." A certain city lord said so.

Jin Ge Tiema smiled, "Since you are friends, you don't have to say too much about it. A Niu should think this way: We are not just helping you, but helping Zilong, so you don't owe us anything. In fact, many brothers in our gang are proud to be able to experience this battle in person!"

A certain city lord understood that Jin Jie and Iron Horse were deliberately comforting himself to relieve his guilt and anxiety.

"However, even if we survived this wave of attack, we would probably be unable to stop the next wave of street fighting." Tiema said regretfully.

A Niu smiled faintly, "After tonight, they will no longer have a chance to fight in the street!" (To be continued,)
Chapter completed!