The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

Murong Bo's [-] army moved forward quickly.

On the other hand, the National Division Army retreated and shrunk until they reached the Luowen Department before defending the city.

This strong city in the Luowen tribe was built on a mountainous terrain, tall and wide, on which there were soldiers patrolling with swords from time to time.

Not long after, Murong Bo's army and the coalition forces of various tribes arrived in front of the strong city of the Luowen tribe.

A leader showed surprise on his face, and said: "Strange! Five years ago, at the invitation of Hake Modu, the former Great Elder of Luowen Tribe, this leader visited Luowen City. At that time, it was just a small The city! I don’t know why, but now it’s a fortified city!”

But he didn't know that in the past few months, Zhao Qiu had told the people below how to make cement with earth, conscripted [-] people, and then drove the captives to build this fortified city.

Every brick and stone in the city was stained with the blood and sweat of the captives.

The city is solid, easy to defend but difficult to attack.

What's more, in the ancient wars and siege battles, all of them had four or five times as many troops, or even ten times as many troops, to have a chance of winning.

Of course, this is just a chance of winning. Some sieges, even if the troops are far superior, will last for a long time.

The siege of the city is actually a war of attrition. Whoever can last longer and have stronger will will be the ultimate winner.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky changed, and dark clouds floated.

The dark clouds converged, lightning bolts fell from the sky, and deafening thunder thundered through the sky.

Heavy rain fell from the sky.

On the city wall, one person is fighting with his hands behind his back.

A majestic breath emanated from the man's body, like a wall of air.

The torrential rain, which was three feet above his head, couldn't even fall, and fell to the side.Even though the torrential rain was fierce, there was not a single drop of rain on his clothes.

So far, martial arts has entered the realm of transformation, although it is far from the realm of gods, it is far better than ordinary people.

Up and down the city wall, the two armies confronted each other.

Murong Bo took the reins, the white horse under him did not neigh in the rain.His gaze was like a torch, and he looked at Zhao Qiu, who was standing above the city wall, from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Is this person still a person?" Murong Bo murmured, and the raindrops the size of a pea fell on his body, but he didn't realize it.

I saw Murong Bo pondering for a long time, finally, he sighed, his eyes as deep as the night sky showed a look of helplessness, he forgot all the original plans in his heart one by one.

Murong Bo looked at the soldiers under him, and then at the coalition forces.

He waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "All the coalition forces will be the vanguard and attack the city!"

"Siege?"

"At this time of heavy rain, how to attack the city?"

The leaders and elders of the various ministries stood in the rainstorm, full of doubts about Murong Bo's order.

One of the older tribal leaders said: "General Mingjian, it's raining heavily and the road is muddy, it's really not suitable for siege! General, please take back the order!"

All the tribal leaders thought in their hearts: "This Murong Bo is urging us to attack the city at this time, I'm afraid it's uneasy! Perhaps, the emperor of the Duan family secretly ordered to destroy the soldiers of our tribes..."

But Murong Bo said: "When attacking the city, I am most afraid of golden juice. Now it is raining heavily, but the enemy army can't brew the golden juice. This is the perfect time to attack the city!"

The "golden juice" in his mouth is the juice formed by boiling dung water. When attacking the city, the soldiers defending the city only need to pour the boiled "golden juice" under the city. Once the soldiers are contaminated, even if they do not die at the time , Inflammation is bound to happen afterwards, and there is no medicine such as Panlin Xilin in the world at this moment, so it is almost impossible to die.

"Absurd! Why do you want me to be the vanguard? Why don't the imperial army be the vanguard?"

"We and the imperial court have always been monarchs and ministers in name only, you don't want to command our soldiers!"

Murong Bo raised his sword eyebrows, and shouted: "All the leaders, don't you want to be disobedient!"

A gray-haired tribal leader said: "We are definitely not disobedient, it's just that it's not suitable to attack the city during the rainstorm!"

Murong Bo snorted coldly, and said: "This general's order has been issued, and you all have to carry it out!"

As soon as he said this, a group of elite court soldiers drew their swords one after another.