The general quickly aimed at Yang Feng, and he felt that the fuze had a delay and was not accurate enough. He pulled out the fuze without hesitation, and then directly inserted the burning fuse on the ignition rod into the ignition hole.

"Go to die, you traitor!"

He looked at the guard wall that blocked Yang Feng like a hero who turned the tide and roared.

However, the soldiers next to them ran away and fell down as quickly as possible.

Immediately afterwards, the flames and gunpowder sprayed upwards, and a loud bang at the same time...

It was exploded.

Amid the explosion of smoke and fire, the unlucky general flew out in an instant with blood and blood.

The soldiers were lying on the ground with their heads in their arms and smiling...

The poor general didn't know until he died. These bastards had planned to let the cannon explode the chamber. Anyway, the Fran machine built by the Ministry of Works of the Ming Dynasty was normal. It was a miracle not to explode the chamber. It was just that when it was blown up, they deliberately stuffed gunpowder, replaced the fuse and clicked the cannon, and just avoid it when it was lit. But the general insisted on using the fuse to light the cannon directly, so he could only say that he was seeking benevolence and gaining mercy.

Just when the general died before he fulfilled his ambition, he carried Yang Feng's huge centipede ladder to the city. Then the soldiers following him rushed forward with bamboos. The front ends of these two groups of bamboos were connected by thick hemp ropes. The two poked forward together, directly covering the bars carried on their shoulders, and then, together with those carrying centipede ladders, everyone shouted horns and tried hard. The centipede ladder, which was originally lying flat, began to stand up with the joint efforts of more than 200 people.

Yang Feng, who was also originally hiding behind the shield wall, quickly turned into a half-squatting step on the shield wall, and the heavy shield protected him from the front.

The soldiers behind continued to push upwards with force.

The centipede ladder stuck at the front end under the city wall held Yang Feng higher and higher.

"Fire the gun, fire the gun!"

Shen Sixiao looked at the shield that was quickly parallel to him and screamed in horror.

The cannon is not just reachable.

But the gun has it.

The trusted servant beside him immediately carried a large wind-chasing gun and fired on the city wall at Yang Feng who was already taller than the female wall.

The gunshot sounded, and the six-month heavy bullet instantly hit the shield.

The bullet burst into a neutron and then penetrated Yang Feng's chest, but it failed to penetrate the forged steel breastplate that was as thick as five millimeters, just like the shield.

Yang Feng was hit and suddenly leaned back on the centipede ladder...

"Shoot the thief to kill, kill..."

Shen Sixiao's excited shout came to an abrupt end, because Yang Feng stood up straight as if he was a corpse and stepped onto the female wall directly on the shield wall.

"Thief!"

Shen Sixiao cursed with grief and anger.

The next moment, Yang Feng, who jumped off the female wall, appeared on his neck with his right hand, as if he grabbed a dead dog, grabbed him and slapped him down hard. Poor Shen Sixiao's head fell directly backwards on the blue brick on the top of the city wall. Then Yang Feng raised his foot and stomped on his face. In fact, the first stroke obviously broke the skull, so the second stroke was very terrifying.

Li Yangong, who witnessed this scene next to him, was so scared that his legs became weak and he knelt directly on the city wall.

“Big, big, big…”

He shivered and couldn't speak.

Then Yang Feng's messy big feet hit his chin directly, and Linhuai Hou flew out of the city wall.

"How can King Qiyang surrender the enemy after he succeeded!"

Yang Feng shouted.

In the air, Linhuai Hou was grieving and angry with the last remaining consciousness, and then directly fell on the hard ice surface of the moat...

"Hurry up, kill this thief!"

Dong Yikui, who has not seen Yang Feng's fighting style yet, roared angrily.

Then his servants flocked to him.

Yang Feng threw out the shield in his hand, and the front several servants were smashed down. Then he turned around and picked up the Franji next to him...

Little Franchise, just about one hundred pounds. Shouldn’t it be better to lift it up? This thing is about one hundred pounds at the smallest, the maximum is up to a thousand pounds. He felt that he was not satisfied and then picked up another one. He found his feelings with one flaunt in his hand. Then he roared violently at the style of the painting. Poor Dong Yikui woke up at this time. He subconsciously wiped his eyes behind the servants...

"withdraw!"

He yelled in panic.

His servants were also wise. In fact, before he could order, these guys turned around when Yang Feng picked up the first Franchise machine.

Then Yang Feng rushed towards them with a grin and a grin.

The servants were sure that they could not escape because of the congestion. They climbed up the female wall in horror, climbed out the female wall without hesitation, and then hung it there, looking at the guy with pleading eyes.

They are all experienced and battle-hardened.

They knew very well that this battle could not be fought at all.

If they rode a horse outside and siege the ground, they could still try it. After all, they could retreat quickly if they couldn't beat it. But this was on the city wall that was only ten feet wide. The two Franzers were swung away, and they would die if they didn't run away. Now, even if Yang Feng really didn't let them go, he would fall down. If he got three feet tall, he might not be able to die. Moreover, the city wall was slightly tilted.

Broken legs are better than being smashed into meat sauce!

Fortunately, Yang Feng didn't bother them, so he walked over with their flattering eyes.

Yang Feng climbed up the centipede ladder behind him.

The Beijing camps had already turned against each other. Not only did they not attack Yang Feng, they blocked the city walls, and people raised bird guns directly at the servants on the other side. The latter was not the kind of ignorant person. In this case, the only thing they should do was to retreat quickly. Not far behind was Ma Dao, who, under the leadership of Yang Yuan and others, shouted seriously while fleeing in a hurry.

Immediately afterwards, the Beijing camp rushed down.

The unlucky Dong Yikui did not abandon the servants, and he couldn't escape from the chaotic city wall. He took the remaining servants to throw away the weapons and directly leaned against the female wall to smile, looking at Yang Feng, who was wearing a dual-held franchiser like a welcoming...

"Yang, brother Yang, I have something to say!"

General Dong said with a smile on his face.

Yang Feng raised a Franc machine like a landlady and shook it in front of him.

"I was wronged by the treacherous minister."

Marshal Yang said seriously.

"Brother Yang, I hate treacherous ministers too."

Dong Yikui also said seriously.

"You have to join me in claiming the injustice to His Majesty."

"this……"

"You are with the treacherous ministers?"

"Uh, Brother Yang, don't worry, brother, even if I sacrifice my life, I will wash away my grievances for my brother."

Dong Yikui said righteously.

"Okay, it's true that you are loyal enough. Let's pull all the brothers hanging outside up, don't really fall down again. Since Brother Dong is so loyal, we will have good fortune in the future. Your brother is my brother. If you have money, we will share it together, drink it together, go open the city gate, and go to see Your Majesty together!"

Yang Feng shouted with a twin franc.

His subordinates behind him laughed and pulled up the servants hanging outside the female wall.
Chapter completed!