After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

After delivering the number of arrows to Xu Yan, Pei Jiaoran was able to leave the tower and go back to rest. But before he could rest for a while, he was summoned by Emperor Wei again. The reason was that the spies sent earlier had received news.

In order to capture Fengtian, Dugujun did not hesitate to demolish Ximing Temple to build siege equipment. Yesterday, he coerced monk Fa Zheng to build a siege ladder several feet long for him.

Emperor Wei frowned and looked at Xu Mian and Pei Jiaoran, "The rebels are coming fiercely. Do you two beloved ministers have any ideas to defeat the enemy?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. I spent my early years guarding the border in Hexi, and I know a lot about cloud ladders. I can leave this matter to you." Xu Mian cupped his hands and said loudly.

Seeing that Xu Mian had asked for orders, Emperor Wei looked happy. Although there were also military generals among the accompanying ministers, Xu Mian was the only one worth relying on.

After receiving the order, Xu Yan led his sergeants to dig tunnels non-stop. In order to ensure that the tunnels could be dug before Dugujun launched a large-scale attack on the city, he also recruited many internal servants to help dig tunnels.

Where have these chamberlains ever done this kind of work? But Emperor Wei's order was that everyone in the city must obey Xu Mian's arrangements, and anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed.

Those who complain can only suppress their anger.

Leaning on the city wall, Pei Jiaoran looked forward. Hearing the footsteps beside him, he turned around and saw that it was Xu Mian. She looked thoughtful.

"I just thought of an idea." Pei Jiaoran raised his lips, "I watched the sky at night, and there has been a strong southeast wind for the past five days. How much can the general burn if we borrow the wind?"

"What?" Xu Yan said in shock.

Pei Jiaoran put his hands behind his hands and smiled, "I can borrow the southeast wind for the general to take the stage. Can the general use the wind to burn away Dugujun?"

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Yan understood what Pei Jiaoran wanted to do.

"What does Pei Shangshu want to do? I will send someone to do it right away."

"As soon as all the magical weapons used by Taoists are ready. In addition, please give me twenty people, general, to protect the formation for me." Pei Jiaoran looked at Xu Mian, "Just let the remaining generals make arrangements. Pei will definitely try to ask for help. Here comes the wind.”

After the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled.

The new wind blows on the face, and the dome is like splashing ink. Pei Jiaoran is dressed in a black Taoist robe, wearing a seven-star crown on his head and walking on seven-star steps. Step by step, we climbed up to the altar in Qianling.

This was originally where Dugujun camped. It was agreed with Xu Yan that day to get what she needed. She then ordered people to set up an altar here and wait for Dugujun to attack the city.

There were torches lit all around, and Pei Jiaoran looked in the direction of Fengtian City by the light of the fire.

Xu Mian, dressed in fish scale armor, was seen standing at the top of the city, surrounded by his personal guards. His golden armor and blazing flames merged into one.

He is like a king ascending the throne, and his perseverance and fearlessness can be felt even from a distance. A military drum sounded through the night under the stars, followed by the sound of a horn.

"We are supported by the people and receive salaries from the imperial court. Now there are no reinforcements from outside, and materials are scarce inside. But when the national crisis is approaching, how can we be that cowardly turtle, abandoning the country and the country, and treating the people like grass? Treat the king and father as if they are nothing. Sons of my great Wei! Listen to my orders and must defeat the rebels today. Defend my great Wei Zuo!"

Xu Mian's voice echoed through the night, and the wind fluttered the flags beside him. The atmosphere of blood and fire filled the surroundings.

"My sons, charge forward! You are all fierce generals, the pillars of the Wei Dynasty, and the backbone of the country. If you kill the rebels, you will be rewarded heavily by the court!"

As Xu Yan raised his arms and shouted, the horn sound became louder and louder.

Dust and smoke rose from the distant battlefield. It was Dugujun's army that started to take action.

In the smoke and dust, only rebel soldiers were seen carrying firewood and carrying dirt, and under the cover of chariots, they quickly attacked the trenches protecting the city. However, the rebels' chariots were equipped with protective measures. The bows and arrows and rolling logs and rocks used by the defenders at the top of the city were unable to cause harm to the rebels.

The sergeant who was waiting for the altar with her already looked anxious.

"Shang Shu Pei, what are you waiting for?" Lu Zheng couldn't help but ask.

"Wait for the wind to arrive, don't be impatient."

The rebels, who were facing the rain of arrows, filled the trench with all the earth, stone and firewood they carried after approaching the trench. Soon the trenches under the city were filled, and the rebels' ladders approached the Fengtian city wall.

"Throw the firearms! Burn them to death!"

The soldiers guarding the city immediately threw their firearms down. It's just that any firearm will go out if it falls on the ladder.

"General, the ladder is wrapped in soaked felt and has a water bag hung on it. Our fire attack cannot cause damage to the ladder at all!"

The deputy general's voice reached his ears. Xu Yan looked at the huge ladder in front of him, his eyes red. At this time, the ladder did not even fall into the dug tunnel as he imagined.

"general……"

As soon as the deputy general finished speaking, he was shot dead with an arrow by the rebels on the ladder. The rebels took advantage of the superior position of the ladder and shot arrows at the city in waves, intending to break through the northeast corner.

The wailing sound reached my ears through the night wind. The soldiers who were originally guarding the formation began to become unable to sit still and looked in the direction of Fengtian City. Their comrades were fighting the rebels there, but they were hiding here.

Using ladders as cover, more and more rebels climbed onto the city. He slashed at the defenders at the top of the city with his sword. The two armies clashed, with blood and flesh splattering from the clash of swords, and fire filling the city.

The sound of the trumpet echoed in the flames.

"My sons! Your Majesty has decreed that anyone who has made meritorious service tonight will be promoted to a higher position!"

The moment the words fell, the shouts of killing on the top of Fengtian City became more intense. Under the impassioned oath, even with the curled blade in their hands, they could not stop the determination of the defenders at the top of Fengtian City to kill and repel the enemy.

Xu Mian took the lead to meet the enemy, waving the sword in his hand non-stop. There is no cavalry advantage at the top of the city, and the outcome can only be determined by hand-to-hand combat.

The trumpet sound stopped, and the sergeant responsible for blowing the trumpet was shot dead on the city wall. However, he still used his remaining energy to blow the last whimpering horn sound before he died.

Pei Jiaoran stood up slowly, picked up the Seven Star Sword in Lu Zheng's hand, moved lightly, and muttered something in his mouth. Her voice was soft and cold, like a god whispering in the night sky.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from Fengtian City, and the tall ladder tilted a little bit, as if it was trapped in a trap. Flames gush out from the ground, engulfing the ladder bit by bit like the red lotus karma fire mentioned by the monks.

The sergeant in charge of protecting the formation widened his eyes at the same time. They were surprised to find that at this moment, the wind actually changed. The original west wind and north wind all turned into southeast wind, sweeping towards the rebels.

At this moment, Xu Yan, who was at the top of the city, was overjoyed to see this. He quickly ordered his sergeants to roll out the prepared reeds coated with rosin and anointing oil. Bundles of human figures were tied to the cart and rushed towards the rebel position.

At this moment, the fire borrows the power of the wind, and the wind borrows the power of the fire. The fire made the rebels run away with their heads in their hands. The ladder was completely engulfed in flames, the wailing sounds could not be heard, and the scorched smell spread to the altar.

Pei Jiaoran stopped and looked at Fengtian City. The prince, dressed in the attire of a prince, climbed to the top of the city and replaced the drummers. Beating the snare drum to boost morale. Looking forward from the height of the altar, we can see that the east, south and north city gates are all open. A large number of soldiers came out and went out of the city to fight back against the disorganized rebels.

With the prince personally motivating the soldiers, the rebels were cannibalized by the official army.

Dugujun, who was protected by his sergeants as he escaped, turned back and looked in the direction of Qianling. There was a faint cold and ruthless gaze in the firelight, falling on him.

Before dawn, the sound of fighting stopped.

What came with the wind was "The Music of the King of Qin Breaking the Formation". It was the officers and soldiers who returned singing a triumphant song.

The soldiers guarding the altar surrounded Pei Jiaoran and went back.

"Er Niang, are you really good at pinching?" Lu Zheng said with a smile.

"I'm not Zhuge Liang. I can make enemies fall to the ground with just a few calculations or a bag of tips." Pei Jiaoran straightened his broken hair and said warmly: "I just happen to know some astrology. This time it happened to be Just lucky.”

Before Lu Zheng could react, Pei Jiaoran had already nodded and walked away. Leaving behind a rather chic figure.