Rebirth of a Female General

Chapter 170

The embarrassing situation where he has to rely on a woman to gain power is all thanks to that bitch Yan Qing!
Wen Zhemao's heart burst with hatred.

That bitch had already figured it out, and at the last moment, he got a job with him!
If he hadn't planned it long ago, he might have been directly planted in it last time!

Wen Zhemao looked at the devastated land outside the city, the smoke and flames hovered over the blood-soaked land for a long time, his vicious triangular eyes narrowed, but they couldn't hide the vicious light within.

Didn't she want to hand over the military power of Western Xinjiang to Meng Shulan rather than fulfill herself?

Then kill all the soldiers and people in Xijiang by yourself!
Completely separate Xijiang from Wu'an's territory!

He not only wants to destroy Xijiang, but the entire country of Wu'an will be buried with him!
He already has nothing, how can these people who have made him have nothing can sit back and relax as they wish?

Wen Zhemao's eyes were full of madness, and the corners of his lips hung high, as if he imagined the scene where the Wu'an mountains and rivers were broken, the people howled, and the emperor knelt at his feet to admit that he was wrong.

The current battle situation is no longer in his eyes.

Under the inner city wall of Tahrir, in the tower garrison, a group of people quietly appeared and then disappeared quickly.

The Xibing soldiers on patrol saw a shadow in a daze. Looking back, they saw the candle flame trembling, and the shadow cast on the wall trembled and trembled.

Outside the city tower, rumbling siege vehicles and catapults rolled over the ground, mixed with their uniform footsteps, shaking the city walls.

There was no wind shaking the candles in the military camp, so it was nothing unusual.

The Xirong soldiers on patrol walked away without looking back, not seeing a stone door just closed in the shadow that the candlelight couldn't reach.

When Bai Shu's army arrived at the city, they did not rush to attack, but waited outside the crossbow's range on the tower.

Wen Zhemao and Baishu faced each other across thousands of troops.

A man from Bai Shu's army suddenly came out, with a banner hanging on his body, and rode his horse to the front of the tower.

Before the two armies fought, could there be a messenger to send a message.

And when a fight is necessary, the messengers often come to scold and fight.

Wen Zhemao reached out for a bow, drew the string and set an arrow, and before the messenger could open his mouth, he shot it with one piece!
Just entering the range, the courier who hadn't opened his mouth steered his horse to avoid the arrow, and then cursed: "Damn! Two armies are fighting, don't kill me! Do you have any fucking morality? Oh! I forgot, You are fucking treasonous, if you expect you to be moral, you bastard, it is better to expect you to be remade!"

"Whoosh!"

The messenger had just finished a round of scolding when another arrow shot over.

Immediately afterwards, several cold arrows came over, but Wen Zhemao shot them all by himself.

Harry fumbled his hands, he was very happy to see the people scolding Wen Zhemao, and even chimed in: "Hey! Hello! If you can talk, talk more!"

The messenger galloped his horse back out of the range, and hearing the call from the tower, he turned his head and cursed depressedly: "Damn! This is the first time I've met someone scolding me!"

After confirming that it was impossible for Wen Zhemao to shoot any more arrows, the messenger cleared his throat, and with a loud voice like a gong, he yelled loudly towards the tower: "Listen up, grandson on the tower! Surrounded by us! The sensible Ma Liuer tied himself up and surrendered! You can still survive! Otherwise, wait for us to attack! No one will be left!"

After shouting, the messenger ignored the laughter erupting on the tower, twisted the rein, and quickly returned to his team.

And the attitude of the other party is also very obvious, a big battle is inevitable.

"Turhachi!"

Harry yelled back.

"exist!"

Turhachi responded loudly.

Harry grinned, licked his chapped lips with a rough tongue, stared at his bloodthirsty eyes, and said, "Take our warriors from Xirong, and send this group of ignorant minions to meet the God of Dara!"

Dala God, in Xirong mythology, is the god in charge of hell.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Tuerhachi laughed loudly, resisted half a man's height with a curved sword, and hammered his fist on his muscular chest, shouting, "May Dala be kind to them!"

There was another burst of laughter.

Wen Zhemao looked coldly at Hari Hun who sent troops on his own, and Turhachi who left smugly, and did not stop them.

These few battles have been fought so smoothly, there are always some people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth.

Only when you let them know that it hurts, will your next order be effective.

The gate of the city was opened wide, and Turhachi led 1 people out of the city.

Beside Bai Shu, a middle-aged man with red armor and red tassels, carrying a long pole and broadsword, rode out on horseback, with only half of Tuerha's naked rear behind him.

Turhachi became even more excited and shouted: "Kill!"

Before the shouts fell, the person had already left the team, and was the first to kill the person on Baishu's side.

Seeing this, the army behind him was also full of blood, and suddenly accelerated, holding up the scimitar and slashing at the opposite person.

The moment the soldiers met, there was a splash of blood from the stumped limbs.

Blindfolded by gunpowder smoke, wind, sand, and blood, people couldn't even tell whether they were friends or foes.

Everyone who approaches is an enemy at this moment.

The Xirong people are already red-eyed.

On the other hand, the members of the Yan family's army, all dressed in red armor, kept their faces cold and stern, slashing their knives numbly at Mao, rushing into Xirong's loose formation due to the rapid rush, like an emotionless machine, harvesting and bumping into it enemy.

At the end of the fight, none of the three thousand Red Armored Army stood still.

Turhachi knelt down among the mutilated corpses, and beside him lay the middle-aged soldier with a long knife in his hand.

On the severed arm of the soldier, the hand that was detached from the limb was still holding the long knife tightly.

Under the long knife is a pair of Tu Erha red legs.

In a confrontation, there were 1 people in Xirong, the main general was half disabled, and less than soldiers were still intact; Wu'an's people were all dead.

Harry looked at his 1 people with red eyes, and he was killed by more than people, and there was not much left. The veins on the hands holding the battlements burst out, making people doubt that he could buckle a piece from the battlements with his bare hands. .

"There is a saying in the Central Plains that mourners must win."

Wen Zhemao said quietly, "A beast that is driven to a dead end will fight to the death, let alone a group of soldiers who are used to killing people?"

Harry turned his head to stare at Wen Zhemao, and said in a hateful voice: "You already knew?!"

Wen Zhemao sneered: "I know, are you listening?"

Shocked by him, Harry turned around and punched him, but Wen Zhemao dodged it.

Wen Zhemao drew his sword backhand across Harry's neck, and the surrounding Xi Rong army immediately surrounded Wen Zhemao with a hostile expression.

Wen Zhemao glanced at the soldiers around him, then turned his eyes back to Harry, and said sarcastically, "At this time, are you sure you want to fight me to the death? Don't forget, our goal is to take down Xijiang. You Fighting with me will only let those people in Xijiang take advantage of it."

(End of this chapter)