Chapter 1340: Close the dog 12

"What is this, what is this..."
In the powerful artillery fire, the face of the 200,000 soldiers of the post-gold was unmanned.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the thick smoke rises.
Quickly permeate this side of the sky.
After the death of the king of the country, Chen Fei, just a face of self-confidence, now pale.
I can't believe what I saw before.
God, what the weapon is.
"Retreat, return to the city. Fast, retreat..."
Turning around and running, Chen Fei is almost a split.
I can't beat it on the ground. When I go back to the city and go back to the city, I am not afraid of this month.
The rushing sound of the sound of the sound rang, retired, and retired.
The bombs were not returned to the 200,000-strong army of God.
As soon as I heard the sound of gold, I immediately went back after rolling.
On the opposite side of the grassland will make the demon law, will make the demon law, they can not beat.
The 200,000-strong army, with only one face-to-face, was defeated and returned.
That speed is almost faster than the charge.
Just like the tide, the blink of an eye has already gone wild.
I saw this coldly, and I waved my hand and said: "Chasing."
I want to go back like this, no way.
The whole army is pressing.
The iron bucket was immediately stored in the chariot, and the trebuchet was directly on the spare horse.
That kind of training is the result of Ouyang Yufei training thousands of times.
Chen Fei retreated quickly and rushed back to the city.
And the month is too heavy, and the speed is not fast.
When the moon catches up, Chen Fei’s army has basically entered the city.
The tall city gate quickly closed up.
On the wall, the archers, the trebuchet, the fireball, and the oil are all ready, waiting for the moon to attack the city.
I saw this cold smile and my hand waved.
The trebuchet was put down, and the crude oil tank of the original barrel was withdrawn, and the crude oil of the small barrel was dragged to the front.
These, she had all considered it at the beginning.
The walls are thick and the barrels are not thrown forward, and the kegs are still afraid.
The hand raised high, and a silver iron bucket stood outside the bow and arrow range.
Siege is difficult for others.
For her, a piece of cake.
"Siege."
The icy voice traversed the sky and blasted over the city.