Chapter 1040 Smoke Rising (V)

Due to the formation, it is difficult to leave any traces of time on the wall of the Northern Great Wall.

After the blood of the monsters splashed on the wall, it began to slide down continuously. From a distance, it looked like a waterfall.

It was just that the bloody smell was too strong.

The crossbow arrows shot out one by one, just like the heavy rain, which never stopped.

Those crossbow arrows with a terrifying aura seemed to be impossible to be consumed, creating another pass on the top of the city.

Although those powerful monsters were getting closer and closer to the height of the top of the city, no one had really climbed to the top of the city so far.

In fact, even if some of them were lucky enough to climb to the top of the city, the powerful monks on the Northern Great Wall would immediately take action and kill them.

In fact, both sides knew very well that at this time, the monsters were using their lives to do two things. One was to find the flaws on the top of the city, and the other was to simply consume the crossbow arrows of the divine crossbow on the top of the city.

Without mentioning the first thing, the second thing is actually very difficult. Knowing that the demon tribe was going to move south, the people of Daliang had already taken a great interest in the northern border defense. In the Ministry of Works, the old minister was forced by Chen Chao to make the dragon blood armor, but that was the bottom card of Daliang Dynasty. In addition, the Ministry of Works has been rushing to make ordinary military equipment, especially the magic crossbows and arrows. In recent days, 100,000 crossbows have been rushed!

In addition, the Ministry of Works has made a certain amount of magic crossbows and arrows in the northern border in previous years. In fact, the current reserve of crossbows and arrows in the northern border is very considerable.

If the demon tribe wants to use up the magic crossbows of the northern border army, it may take several months of continuous siege.

So the truth is actually very simple, that is, as long as there are no big demons and demon kings in the demon tribe, let alone tens of thousands of demon tribe strongmen, even if there are 100,000, it is difficult to pose any threat to the city.

But the demon tribe is least lacking in those big demons.

In terms of the number of cultivators in the world, the human race can never compare with the demon race in terms of the number of cultivators or the number of strong men.

So every time the North Territory starts a war, the demon race can casually throw away a few big demons here, but Daliang needs to be extremely cautious every time, because every loss of a Forget Worry cultivator means that in the next few years or even decades, Daliang Dynasty may not be able to fill this vacancy.

Ning Ping looked at the city, the general stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching everything on the battlefield. As the general of the North Territory, he must appear here at such a difficult time, otherwise the morale of the army will be damaged.

However, his own martial arts realm is also very powerful. If he wants to die on the top of the city, unless there are several demon kings joining forces and no one else rescues him, he will not die so easily.

With another batch of crossbow arrows shooting, another group of demons fell from mid-air, but how many demons appeared at the height of the city, but what greeted them was a batch of dense crossbow arrows.

To get here, they had to dodge more than one batch of crossbow arrows. After dodging several batches of crossbow arrows, they were naturally exhausted. At this moment, they could not dodge this round of crossbow arrows on the top of the city.

So what was waiting for them was naturally death.

Under the city, in the demon army, everywhere, there were demons who had been observing the situation on the top of the city. They were holding pens and writing, constantly recording something. After writing a full piece of paper, other demons would take these things away and summarize them to the core center of the demon army. There were also many demons gathered there, constantly calculating something based on the papers sent back.

In the past two hundred years, the human race has been constantly strengthening itself, and the demon race has naturally not stopped. For the divine crossbows and crossbow arrows on the Great Wall of the Northern Border, they have always had a group of people paying attention to them and calculating the intervals and landing points. They all need to do it.

A middle-aged, skinny demon general with a sad face was standing near the demons who were constantly calculating. He wanted to say something several times but stopped talking. In the end, he didn't say a word and just swallowed it.

Half a minute later, a white-haired old demon finally stood up, holding a paper full of words in his hand, and looked at the middle-aged general with some bitterness.

"Compared with the last time we came to the city, the human race has improved the frequency of their crossbows. Now the frequency of those crossbows is almost perfect, and there is no flaw."

The old demon has been responsible for calculating the frequency of the divine crossbows on the northern Great Wall. It can be said that he has participated in every siege in the past few decades. Because of this, he feels scared. In the past few decades, the human race has made such a big improvement in crossbows alone.

From the initial material to the range and frequency later, every time he feels that it is difficult to find a better way, but who knows that the human race can create possibilities in those impossible places.

Now, the crossbow has been improved to almost perfection.

The middle-aged general looked at the old demon. His face was not very good to begin with. Now, he looked even uglier after hearing this. "In this case, many more people will die."

The old demon was silent. He knew that this was the result, but he couldn't change anything.

Many things are actually like this. There is nothing you can do. There is nothing you can do.

But in the past, such things actually happened to the human race. There were few times when the demons felt helpless.

The middle-aged general stopped talking, just took the piece of paper and strode away from here and went to the chariot.

He handed over the paper, lowered his head and repeated what the old demon clan had said.

The Red Sleeve Demon Lord stretched out his two fingers, held the piece of paper between his fingers, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I told you before, they never want to be ants, but you just think that they are ants no matter what."

No one wants to be stepped on all the time.

Once things like integrity and blood spread to the entire nation one day, that nation will become very scary.

"It's almost done. According to the human race, the cold dishes in front are almost served. It's time to serve the main course."

The Red Sleeve Demon Lord just smiled and spoke, then released his fingers and let the paper blow in the wind.

In the distant sky, black clouds rolled, and dozens of powerful auras gathered here.

The real evil spirit is rolling around.

Ning Ping raised his head and looked at the sky, saying nothing.

Somewhere at the top of the city, the old swordsman Gantang, who had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, opened his eyes.

This old swordsman had a good reputation in the early years, but he had been silent for many years. He originally thought that this would mean that he would never be able to make a name for himself in the world again. Who knew that in the last war between the monster race and the human race, except for that woman, he would still be as popular as ever. Besides the surprise, the most unexpected thing was that this old swordsman killed the demon commander Liu Xiang with his sword.

After that day, the old sword immortal Gantang once again became famous in the world, and was jokingly called the old tree blooming by many younger sword cultivators.

At this moment, the old swordsman Gan Tang looked at the sky in the distance, feeling the terrifying evil spirit, but he didn't feel much about it. This old swordsman, who was not young at all, had actually been with another swordsman surnamed Gan earlier. Immortal, there is a saying from Ergan.

The other one was actually Gan Yong. He was blind for many years and finally died in a battle with the Emperor of Liang in the north. However, it is said that he also used the sword of the Great Sword Immortal before his death, which was regarded as a life well spent.

And Gantang, who is as famous as him, although he can be said to be the first person under the Great Sword Immortal, he has never stepped into that realm. In fact, this seems to be a step behind.

Gantang suddenly turned to look at a middle-aged sword cultivator on one side, and said slowly: "Qingshan died in front a few days ago."

The middle-aged swordsman nodded and said softly: "Senior Brother Qingshan's realm is not as good, but he has a good apprentice."

Gantang smiled slightly, "I just thought that I should accept a disciple earlier, but it's too late."

The middle-aged swordsman shook his head and said: "Uncle Gan, I didn't say I was going to die on the city wall. Seeing that the situation is not good, can't I run to the south?"

Gantang didn't say a word, just took out his flying sword, put it in front of his knees, gently brushed the sword body, and said to himself: "A great swordsman named Li once said that although the world is big, I Only one sword. Since then, countless swordsmen have kept this sentence in their hearts. Now that they remember this sentence, is it really possible to run back? "

The middle-aged swordsman smiled dumbly, but said with some regret: "It's a pity that I didn't live up to ninety thousand miles!"