Legend of Sword King

Behind him came a series of crisp "peng peng peng" sounds. It was the sound of arrows striking against armor. Some people were howling while others were groaning. However, there weren't actually too many sounds.    

    

The power of a bow and arrow was much smaller than that of a bed crossbow. The charging soldiers relied on their defensive talisman armor to fend off most of the arrows' power.    

    

It was not easy for the archers to pierce through the armor and injure the soldiers. Therefore, there were a few arrows stuck on the armors of the soldiers. They were still shouting and running forward with all their might.    

    

Bringing his soldiers, Chen Qing, Song Qianshu and the rest finally arrived at the city wall. Looking back, the crowd was quite dense. Cheng Qing estimated that during the course of their approach to the city, there weren't many casualties among the Rushing Army. At most, there were only a few hundred casualties.    

    

However, the true test had just begun.    

    

The Uighur soldiers at the top of the city began to pour boiling molten iron onto the soldiers that were charging at the base of the city. A large number of soldiers rolled on the ground while howling miserably as rocks and rocks rained down in succession, making it difficult for the soldiers to even get a foothold.    

    

"Up, up!" "Cloud ladder, cloud ladder!" A few of them landed on the ground, and some of them were quickly overturned by the javelins that came from the top of the city.    

    

Seeing the soldiers begin to climb the ladder, Cheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief. At this point of the battle, the soldiers and soldiers of the charging army were no longer completely passive. They could now display their bravery and bravery as they began to attack the city and fight against the returning Uighurs.    

    

Shen Bei Wang roared out from beneath the city wall: "Falling into the formation, Upper City!"    

    

The stragglers in the army were all elites among elites, and they were all formed by cultivators. There were even a few Xumi Stage experts leading the troops, and they were all sharp knives used by the army to attack the city. A city wall that was 70 to 80 feet high was not an insurmountable natural chasm for a Xumi Stage martial artist. Even if it was of the highest cultivation realm, they would be able to quickly climb up it with just a few leaps.    

    

Song Qianshu was so angry that his eyes turned red as he watched a shield in hand and a saber in one hand step onto the ladder one after another to the top of the city wall. Before he could even step into the wall, he was already killed by the wolfwalker.    

    

Especially the arrows pouring down from the top of the city, the molten iron and the rocks rolling about, these made it hard for the soldiers to defend themselves. The number of casualties increased with each passing moment, and many ordinary soldiers were smashed out of their innards, wailing in despair on the ground. Song Qianshu could not bear to see his comrade die like this. He roared and snatched the shield from a soldier before jumping onto the city wall.    

    

Chen Qing pulled him back. "Wait a little while longer. Let them go first."    

    

"Who's going first?!" Song Qianshu shouted out in surprise.    

    

Cheng Qing didn't reply, he merely looked at him coldly. The answer to this question was extremely obvious.    

    

Song Qi raised a large shield and rushed over to block the arrows and thunderstones for Song Qianshu and Cheng Qing. He also consoled Song Qianshu: "Young master is the leader of the troops and also the commander of three thousand soldiers. How could you rashly make such light progress? We must wait until the defending troops are exhausted, then lead our elites to attack the city walls, and make a firm decision! "    

    

Song Qianshu's mouth gaped open, and he knew that what Song Qixing said was reasonable. However, at this moment, the soldiers who fell down from the cloud ladder and were hit by the stone slabs all around him were struggling in a pool of blood. He wanted to see his comrades killed in battle while he himself was a turtle hiding behind his head.    

    

"I won't!" Song Qianshu held his breath for a moment. Finally, he could no longer hold himself back and threw off Song Qixing's arm as he rushed out. He then called out to Song Zhenshu, "Follow me!"    

    

Song Qi wanted to pull Song Qianshu away, but he couldn't do so. Seeing the other party jump up to the top of the city wall, he hurriedly said to Chen Qing, "Sect Leader Chen, quickly help me stop the young master. Only you can hold him back now!"    

    

Cheng Qing shook his head, and spoke in a cold, iron voice, "He cannot sit back and watch his comrades die in battle. He cannot wait for the right fighter jet to appear, and bring his elites out to battle. Only life and blood can make him remember this lesson. "    

    

"Sect Head Chen …" Song Qixing did not expect Cheng Qing to be so cold. He did not know what to say for a moment.