The messy streets and alleys, the graceful figures of people among the ruins.

Lucky Sula survived again, and when the sulphur bomb that was throwing towards him exploded on the head of his own command line, he covered his neck and back of his head because he wore a good protective Luan Dou;

So like others, as the flames that were covered in the head, were directly contaminated on the exposed body and burned to pieces, and rolled and struggled all over the ground with pain.

Instead, he jumped into the ditches on the roadside like a help from God and rolled in and put out the fire. Therefore, except for the scalds on his shoulders and the back of his neck, there were no more injuries, and he also avoided the search for the South Army that was hastily cleaning the battlefield.

After the Southern Army retreated and contracted its troops, he was able to return to the battle sequence of his own side. However, after being treated with a kind of paste, he immediately sent back to the battle sequence of the front line.

However, the number of soldiers under his command shrank again, with only sixty or seventy soldiers holding various weapons and even one of the most simple leather armor was incompletely equipped.

Their mission is to take advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and intersperse in the narrow streets and alleys, waiting for an opportunity to attack, causing some trouble and obstacles to the progress and steps of the Southern Army's invasion.

Because of the scalds and medicine on his neck, he could only wear a soft, rough head, and exposed the bandaged left arm under his armor, but it seemed that his nickname of "lucky" was used again.

He encountered several battles but did not get a disadvantage. Instead, he had just attacked and killed a group of wounded soldiers from the Southern Army who were gathered in the alley and waiting to be transported away, and stripped away their armor and weapons, making his team look more decent.

Then use these soldiers wearing Southern Army Armored uniforms as vanguards and outsiders, swaggeringly through the streets and alleys, so as to return to their own controlled area.

In fact, as the Southern Army took steady steps and set fire and demolished buildings, the specific tactics began to work; the effect of these small straits of combat and attacking teams was greatly reduced as the activity space was compressed.

After several attacks, fewer and fewer teams can return to the original place to replenish; or because of the tension and intensity of the battle, many scheduled attack points and candidates can easily become fierce battlefields or have been occupied by the enemy.

Therefore, he needed to find a safe return route again. At least he felt that he needed to bandage and apply medicine again, because the scald on the back of his neck had become unbearable and cumbersome with the soaking of sweat and the cracked shackles pulled open by violent movements.

He had seen those wounded people who could only be placed in the wild in the open air, full of buzzing mosquitoes and flies, or those who were numb and could not even scream moans and were dying.

At least, as a military general, he could still get some pitiful preferential treatment and convenience. With such thoughts, he kept jumping into a narrow ditch full of sludge with the gesture of taking the lead.

As a valuable experience of escaping from the death of the previous stab, he gave up his figure and reserve in time, and learned how to be good at making reasons for these ditches and alleys throughout Lodu, as a cover and barrier for his actions and hiding, and to protect himself to the greatest extent.

Although there are the most complex smells and stench in the world, and from time to time, you can tell all kinds of creepy "surprises"; sometimes you will inexplicably bring some uninvited gadgets; by chance, someone's boots are cut and pierced, and they have to withdraw from the battle sequence.

But it also minimized the attention of those Southern Army searches and patrols.

The sound and movement of heavy objects rolling across the road surface, and his subordinates behind him suddenly crouched down like conditioned reflexes.

These soldiers with red arms and sweat were not pushing the usual large baggage carts, but a dark and shiny cannon. They secretly peeked out to connect the head and tail, and there were probably not as many as a dozen.

This is a cannon, the most rare object and military equipment of the Northern Dynasties, and it is also a military weapon that the Southern Dynasties have always been extremely strict in control and blockade, but has never been able to spy on it.

Although there were some equipment in the Northern Dynasties, most of the history and years were as far back as before the Yiwei Rebellion;

Because after the Yiwei Rebellion broke out, the craftsmen and techniques of the North-South Supervision and the affiliated artillery yard of the Central Army were completely lost in the turmoil.

Later, even though Emperor Chengguang revived the Tang Dynasty, the corresponding artillery manufacturing capabilities were sluggish with the turbulent times. As a result, many key skills were missing, and many failed castings were rarely qualified.

Therefore, the northern army can continue to use the thick tubes and heavy artillery placed on the top of the city, or some of the spoils seized from the South China Sea coalition during the Western Army's eastward advance. However, because it cannot be successfully copied, it is always in a state of treasure that is used once or twice a day.

This time, Luodu's offensive and defense were transported to the north of the city in advance, except for the cannon positions that could not be moved on the outer city wall, and the rest were transported to the north of the city in advance to strengthen many key points such as the palace city.

It is precisely because of the existence of these artillery positions that the southern army of Anxie's besieged city tried to release the ship through Luoshui and detour the northern city and make side attacks, and were always defeated on the surface of Luoshui River.

“Add them…”

So, at this moment, Sula was blessed to her heart and gave an order.

“Keep distance…”

So the small army covered in sludge and ditch smell followed these closely escorted cannon vehicles and walked straight through several blocks. At least two levels were not questioned or intercepted and passed so easily.

Then, his vision suddenly became clear, but he had already entered a burnt white land but was demolished.

In the vast area, a river ditch filled with several sections is divided into two parts in an oblique manner and is fighting back and forth.

As these artillery trucks entered the pile of soil, violent vibrations and deafening sounds filled the nearby air with the pervading gunpowder smoke.

The tightly piled up barricades and the Northern Army that were rushing out from behind were all broken, and several bloody gaps were blasted out, and they had to retreat in a hurry;

Especially a thing called chain bullet, the crowd that rushed out of the entire small street corner was like being smashed from the inside, and suddenly caused a flesh and blood storm.

At least a dozen to twenty or thirty people were piled up in densely together, and were whistled and swirling chains and were torn and broken into pieces on the spot, leaving behind broken limbs and organs flowing out.

Seeing this scene, Sura's breathing became rapid and depressed, and he felt that he should do something.

After a while, stepping on the body of the gunner under his feet, Sura pushed and turned over a cannon truck that was about to set off, and happened to face a cannon truck that was set off side by side.

In an instant, the fire burst out and a loud noise shook the sky, and it hit the cannon truck almost at a distance. The huge force suddenly smashed it and disintegrated it on the spot. It flew out with a dull buzzing sound, smashing the heavy gun barrel on another cannon truck that was about to be launched.

The cannon truck was smashed and suddenly fell forward, and it blasted to the ground and exploded large pieces of dust, then flew backwards and rolled on the gunpowder truck piled up in the back. While hitting several servants and baggage soldiers, it immediately triggered a larger explosion.

With the huge smoke gushing upwards, the iron bombs piled on the edge were also blown out, knocking down and accidentally injuring many nearby gunners and baggage soldiers.

Even Sula, who was standing near, was overturned by the air waves and fell into a mud wall.

Sula, who was struggling again with blood spitting out his mouth, saw a messy cannon base and the subordinates who were chasing the remaining enemies.

In an instant, he seemed to hear a voice in the dark, "Pang Qingyun's achievement, fire, theft and brothers."

Just got helped to sit down at the corner of the wall.

However, he also faced the friendly troops who had just taken advantage of the situation to defeat the enemy, but at this time he continued to kill towards them without any hesitation and was caught off guard.

"Stop, we are our own people..."

Sura roared out with her last little strength.

"Stop, don't kill again..."

However, the other party ignored the deaf ears and continued to surround him, and for a moment, the swords and swords were flying everywhere.

Sula, who was lying in the corner of the wall, could only watch the subordinates who had been gathered together, were killed on the spot by friendly troops from the same camp, and then happily chopped off her head and hung it on her waist.

One of the leading generals casually declared:

"This great achievement should be my winged tiger... Lei Heng has received it."

Sula suddenly felt a little confused and confused, and actually encountered a scene of friendly forces fighting for merit and killing good people.

At this time, another horse team rushed over and spread the gathering crowd.

"The cannon, it's indeed the cannon of Nan Ni,"

The leading cavalry shouted loudly.

"Quick, get all these back for me..."

"The Grand Marshal's Mansion must have a lot of rewards..."

However, the previous group of soldiers quit on the spot. They drew their weapons to come down under the general named Thunder Heiheng, and surrounded the abandoned artillery trucks of the Southern Army.

"Damn it...thing"

"Who will dare to steal the credit I have earned..."

"I am Zhou Xuan, the official of the Beijing Army and the Cavalry Army, and I am in charge of this war zone."

The new rider said with a condescending and full of stern face

"All military rewards for previous merits should be subject to the punishment and effectiveness of this military..."

"These artillery cars are being collected and managed on the spot, and they will be able to show their merits afterwards..."

"Don't you go, we just listened to Xiao Zhang Yanei's orders..."

The general named Lei Heng shouted without hesitation

"You Beijing camp can't control it..."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you get something under your jurisdiction, the Beijing army will be expedient to collect and manage..."

The cavalry general Zhou Xuan threatened unmoved

"A good dog doesn't block the way. Let it go quickly..."

"Don't let someone say nothing..."

Both sides were excited

"Damn it..."

"Kill the talent..."

"Dog goods..."

"Are you looking for death..."

"Do you want to do one?

Both sides were yelling and scolding each other tensely, and they were about to fight and fight on the spot.

This entanglement, but it sounded even louder

However, the retreating Southern Army returned, and they obviously would not easily put down the losses of these artillery vehicles, and soon made a comeback and entered this ruined block.
Chapter completed!