Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 1340

"What is this, what is this..."

In the powerful artillery fire, the two hundred thousand soldiers in the later Jin Dynasty were bombed out.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, billowing smoke rises.

It's filling the sky quickly.

Later, Chen Fei, the king of the Jin Dynasty, was confident just now, and now he is pale.

I can't believe what I see.

God, what kind of weapon is that.

"Back, back to the city. Come on, retreat... "

Turn around and run, Chen Fei is almost eyes red want to split.

If you can't fight on the flat ground, go back to the city and stick to it, you won't be afraid of the Ryukyu moon.

The rapid sound of gold sounded, retreat, retreat.

The bombed soldiers can't return to the two hundred thousand soldiers of the later Jin Dynasty.

At the sound of the song of gold, he immediately rolled back.

On the grassland opposite, there will be demons. They can't beat them.

Two hundred thousand troops, one facing each other, came back in defeat.

That's faster than charge.

Just like the tide, in the blink of an eye, it has gone away.

When Ryukyu saw this, he groaned and said with a wave of his hand, "chase."

If you want to leave like this, there is no way.

The whole army pressed in.

The iron bucket was immediately put into the chariot, and the stone thrower was directly put into the spare horse.

That kind of training is the result of Ouyang Yufei training thousands of times.

Chen Fei retreats quickly and rushes back to Yongcheng.

And Ryukyu has too much load, not as fast as Chen.

When Ryukyu catches up, Chenfei's army has basically entered Yongcheng.

The high gate quickly closed.

On the wall, archers, stone throwers, fireballs, and boiling oil were all ready for Ryukyu's attack.

Ryu moon saw this cold smile, a wave of his hand.

The catapult was put down, and the crude oil chariot of the big barrel retreated, and the crude oil of the small barrel was dragged to the front.

These, she had thought about at the beginning.

The wall is high and thick, the big bucket can't be thrown forward, and the small bucket is afraid of nothing.

Hands raised high, a line of silver bucket stands outside the range of bow and arrow.

Siege is difficult for others.

For her, it's a piece of cake.

"Siege."

Cold voice across the sky, blowing in the sky over Yongcheng.