Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 315 Chongcheng

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However, what Yang Silang saw with his spiritual sense was only a vast expanse of blood mist.

This was also true on the city wall where he was located.

There was no other way; so many people, all exuding bloodlust, were crammed into such a small space on the battlefield.

When mixed together, it becomes a large cloud of blood mist.

His spiritual senses were severely suppressed, and he could not see into the distance as usual; all he could see was a thick, blood-red fog.

In this situation, spiritual awareness is essentially useless.

He didn't even dare to release his divine soul; with his current cultivation level, that would be courting death, like a mortal jumping into lava to take a bath.

Yang Silang couldn't see anything unusual outside, so he could only suppress his spiritual senses.

By the afternoon.

Sure enough, the bandit soldiers below started drumming and blowing horns.

Several thousand soldiers emerged from the camp, both mounted and infantry, and formed a loosely arranged formation.

Meanwhile, the thousand-plus bandits who had been sitting on the ground a few hundred paces away from the city wall rose up and charged toward the city wall with shouts of battle.

After the formation of a thousand men.

A row of repeating crossbow carts lined up, firing bolts at the city walls to cover their attack on the city.

Several rows of archers followed behind, drawing their bows and firing arrows.

Fortunately, cowhide curtains have now been added above the city walls, which can effectively block most of the crossbow bolts.

Immediately, some soldiers on the city wall also bent their bows and fired downwards.

Yang Silang noticed that there was a crossbow placed a few hundred steps away on the city wall.

After several days, the blacksmith workshops in the city had replaced the broken parts and completed the repairs on the original crossbow.

Now a major war has broken out.

The warriors operated the ballistae, cocked the javelin-sized bolts, and then aimed at the repeating crossbow carts below to fire.

In an instant.

Arrows flew back and forth between the city walls and the ground, with many even colliding in mid-air.

on the whole.

Taking advantage of the height of the city walls, the Shun army's crossbow bolts and arrows naturally traveled farther and were more powerful.

Several crossbow carts were destroyed, and even the row of bandits carrying bows suffered heavy casualties.

On the city wall.

Protected by the cowhide curtain, even if arrows fell, they were cushioned. Even so, because there were too many enemy soldiers below, many soldiers were injured and fell down screaming.

Fortunately, most of the casualties were injuries, and very few were killed instantly by a single blow.

After more than a dozen rounds of firing.

Both the soldiers defending the city above and the bandits supporting the attack below were exhausted and could no longer pull their longbows.

So apart from a few martial artists with strong internal energy who were still shooting arrows, only repeating crossbows and bed crossbows were firing, but they were troublesome to load arrows into and difficult to pull, making them extremely inefficient.

Surrounding the city walls.

Now, the enemy soldiers have carried more than a dozen siege ladders across the trenches that were previously filled with earthen mounds and placed them on the city walls.

There were fierce and brave bandits, holding shields and daggers, climbing ladders and leaping upwards as nimbly as monkeys.

These bandit soldiers were essentially suicide soldiers; they were all skilled in martial arts and were responsible for scaling the city walls as quickly as possible to create an opening for the bandits behind them.

On some of the siege ladders, ordinary bandits were placed in front as cannon fodder, while elite bandits hid behind, eager to try their luck.

On the city wall.

With a command from the battalion commander.

Immediately, scalding hot liquid, along with a hail of stones and sharp arrows, rained down.

Screams immediately erupted from the ladder.

Some unlucky ones had their faces scalded by the hot liquid, causing their skin and flesh to peel off, revealing their bones underneath.

Some had their eyes burned into bloody holes, screaming as they threw down their swords and shields.

Many bandits were also hit by arrows or fell to the ground with broken heads from being hit by rocks.

In an instant.

A layer of bandit soldiers formed a human cushion beneath the ladder.

However, the bandits were also fierce, and their first wave of attack was the most ferocious and resolute.

As the men in front fell, those behind climbed the ladder and continued upwards. Further back, enemy soldiers set up shields near the ladder and shot arrows upwards.

On the city walls and below the city walls.

The sounds of fighting filled the air.

After a brief stalemate.

As supplies on the city walls continued to dwindle.

Finally, on the top of the women's city wall, a bandit soldier holding a shield and a knife in his mouth roared as he tried to climb over.

A long spear shot out like lightning, heading straight for his throat.

The bandits hurriedly covered their faces with shields.

As a result, the spear swayed, the shaft bent into a curved arc, and the spearhead, like a snake, burrowed into the bottom of the shield.

The gun barrel bounced and trembled, and a powerful force suddenly erupted, knocking the shield away.

The bandit soldier gripped the shield tightly with all five fingers. The force of the blow sent him tumbling backward, screaming as his feet left the ladder and he was knocked away.

At that height, a fall would result in serious injury or death.

Xiao Yue calmly holstered her gun.

When the young girl came to the city, she was still a novice. The martial arts she had learned were nothing more than sparring with her master. She had never seen blood.

Once inside the city, all I saw was bloodshed and carnage; I felt nauseous and vomited.

But perhaps he carries the blood of the last emperor of Yan, or is protected by the last vestiges of the Yan state's dragon vein.

Xiao Yue quickly adapted to the killing on the city wall and grew rapidly.

At first, she relied solely on her internal energy and her superb martial arts skills, without knowing how to conserve her energy, and often used all her strength to kill the ruffian soldiers.

She caused many bandits to die by her hand, their bodies often half-shattered, leaving them bloody and terrifying.

Now she knows how to allocate her physical strength and true energy according to the enemy's strength.

Save as much as possible; for example, just now when killing someone, we only used the force of the spear to strike, without wasting a second shot.

Perhaps the killing stimulated the wildness within him.

With Wang Daniu's assistance, she single-handedly held onto the long ladder.

No matter how many bandits climbed up from here, it was like queuing up to enter the gates of hell; they could only go in and not come out, and not one of them could escape back alive.

The other side is adjacent to a long ladder.

Fu Hongying and Ji Jin were guarding that place.

Fu Hongying originally used a cotton rope, but this time she switched to a long chain dart for defending the city, with Ji Jinliang using a stick to assist her.

The two men also blocked the long ladder firmly, refusing to let anyone up.

There are more than twenty pairs of such martial artists, some strong and some weak, who form the backbone to cooperate with the camp troops to deal with the bandits who have scaled the city walls.

However, the bandits were cunning, and sometimes there were experts hidden in the ranks who would suddenly attack from among the ordinary bandits.

Yang Silang then took his bow and climbed to the second floor of the arrow tower.

From his vantage point, he could see the entire western city wall.

Suddenly, screams came from one of the ladders.

It turned out that a bandit soldier was charging forward, holding a shield in one hand and a short gun in the other.

This was a martial artist, and the short spear in his hand had a cylindrical shape beneath its red tassel; this short spear was actually a large spear with hidden mechanisms.

He pressed a button on the gun, and immediately hundreds of purple, fishy-smelling, hair-like needles sprayed out from the nearby cylinder.

The warriors and soldiers guarding the ladder never expected that so many fine needles would come flying at them with great force, speed, and ferocity.

The crowd screamed in agony as they were shot all over their faces and hands, and their skin immediately ulcerated, turned purple, and smelled foul.

It turns out the needle was poisoned.

This bandit warrior was also a skilled fighter. He nimbly flipped over and thrust out his short spear with sharp force. The spearhead left several afterimages in the air before killing several warriors and soldiers guarding the city.

A steady stream of bandits surged up behind him, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten men formed a small circular formation.

If left unchecked, these people will occupy the city walls, allowing the enemy forces behind them to continuously send troops up the ladders and attempt to capture the city.

This attack clearly showed that the enemy soldiers had practiced it.

When the bandits who had climbed the city walls launched their attack, shouts of battle filled the air from the other siege ladders, and the bandits intensified their assault on the city.

Many desperate criminals charged forward despite heavy casualties.

at this time.

Soldiers from the city walls also rushed forward in groups.

However, the dozen or so bandits were all martial artists, skilled with swords and shields. Instead of driving them away, they were fiercely counterattacked and killed several of the camp soldiers.

On the arrow tower.

Yang Silang could see it clearly.

He drew his Black Dragon Bow with a mighty sledgehammer, his long arm leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, and an arrow shovel was stuck right in front of him.

The number of long arrows inside decreased rapidly.

Yang Silang hadn't even drawn the Black Dragon Bow halfway before he released an arrow.

Then came the second and third arrows.

hum hum...

A long, resonant sound rang out from the arrow tower, as if it were a single, continuous sound from beginning to end, or as if countless sounds were superimposed together.

On the arrow tower.

Suddenly a long string of arrows appeared.

Connected end to end, it resembled a slender black snake swooping down from mid-air.

The bandits, who had formed a circular formation, were also well-prepared, holding shields above their heads.

However, there are gaps between the round shields.

The long string of arrows flew out of the arrow tower in a straight line, but scattered in mid-air and slipped into the gaps.

In an instant.

Screams filled the air inside.

The circular formation collapsed with a crash, and thick blood flowed out, revealing a scene of corpses inside.

Each of them stared wide-eyed, dying with their eyes wide open, one or two arrows stuck in their throats or heads.

Yang Silang was collecting arrows from the arrow tower.

He alone is another line of defense on the city wall.

As soon as they saw any enemy soldiers breaking through the ladders and boarding the ships, they would immediately draw their bows and shoot arrows to cover the entire city wall.

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