The last glimmer of light was set in the setting sun, and spots of fire were shining on the battlefield where more than 100,000 people were gathered. The rockets shot at each other, and the intertwined and divided crowds were fighting to touch the night. The Wu Chao soldiers who fought to the hillside were almost pushing forward in a way that life was exchanged for life. The defense under the Jin Dynasty flag began to collapse and shatter little by little.

The blood oozed out of the cracked armor. Gao Chong slowed down his velocity in his heavy gun. His mind was white and he didn't have to think about anything. His eyes were only staring at the old man standing under the big flag. One step! When he swung the gun, someone fell down with blood. Then, the second step was to stab him again... There were many shadows in front of him.

"I don't have enough momentum, I think I have never heard of Tian Jisai's story?" The old man looked at the general who was almost exhausted and about to fall, and his voice rushed into the sky with a smile: "You're done."

call……

The wind blew across the field, and the ringing sounded violently.

Wanyan Zonghan, who was originally fighting, was stunned for a moment. In his vision, the team with faint crying sounds interspersed through the Wu Dynasty's original formation. The blurred number was not many, and there were no horses riding, which made him feel a strangeness breeding in his heart.

"What kind of soldier will cry on the battlefield with cowardly..." The old man frowned and thoughtful for a moment, the sound of the surrounding weapons fighting seemed to awaken a certain nerve, his eyes widened, and he approached the commander's soldiers with a very fast tone: "Go and stop the cavalry of Wanyan Loushi immediately, don't fight with that team, go quickly!"

The word "go quickly" almost yells out.

While the commander was riding a horse, the Wu Dynasty team of more than a thousand people was arranged in the aisle where the cavalry in Loushi must pass. Among the formation, the figures holding spears were trembling and sobbing in a low voice, their waists were obviously much thicker, but fortunately, the night was dark, and it seemed less abrupt.

"Die... I'm going to die..." Someone in the dead silent team couldn't help but speak: "Brothers... are you afraid?"

Someone answered: "I'm afraid, but I've drunk the Soul-Sacrificing Wine. I can't turn around and leave my head in my crotch for the rest of my life?"

Some people sighed, and some couldn't help sobbing again. The buzzing sound exuded a desperate atmosphere in the team, and then the horse's hooves rolled over.

"Brothers! On the road to the underworld, let's make friends together. Don't be bullied by the Jurchens alive, and be unburied by the little devils when they die."

"Okay! Let's go together today."

The voices gradually became warmer. Looking at the outline of the war horses rushing into the night, the soldiers couldn't wait to take out the fire note in their arms.

The tiny flames lit up spots in the dark night. The Jurchen cavalry that rushed towards the opposite side did not mean to slow down. Wanyan Loushi took too many Wu Dynasty infantrymen in his sight, and he stepped on them as usual.

His eyes suddenly slammed, and he waved his hand on the horse's back. In a moment, the horn that broke the opponent's formation was blown up, and the horse's hooves were rumbling.

The two sides were so close that they could almost see each other's expressions.

laugh…

The dazzling light spread on the man's waist. The moment the fire broke into his feet, he kicked his feet and raised it. The man had already rushed out. The man who was leading the man holding a spear, and the white fire was spreading, and then he rushed towards the rushing cavalry and stabbed out with a spear.

The voice was yelling in the moment that penetrated his chest.

"I am a Han Chinese! Golden Dog"

The spearhead was bleeding, and when the sound came to an abrupt end, the fire burned out, and there was a loud bang, and the flames broke out and the two bodies were split. The flames rose in the air, and half of the war horse's neck disappeared and pounced on the ground.

Wanyan Loushi rushed behind, and at the moment of the explosion, he tied the reins, watched the flame rise and the human corpses fly around, his vision tightened suddenly, and the Wu Chao soldiers who were still regarded as cowardly seemed to have turned into some kind of terrible monster.

Then, more such 'monsters' rushed over.

One by one, he flew over, held the cavalry and fell off his horse, rolled together, or directly used his spear to resist the cavalry's charge and was knocked away, or stabbed to death and fell to the ground, and the line of fire was still burning.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Countless explosions rang out one after another, the wreckage of humans sprinkled in the sky with sticky blood, war horses were overturned and neighed by the air waves, and huge flames with black smoke continued to bloom on this road, and the dazzling light almost swallowed everyone's sight.

Wanyan Loushi grabbed the whip weakly and landed on the ground. Those who did not go to the side and retreated were still more than 500 cavalry left. Seeing the Jurchen soldiers who were rescued in time, their faces were covered with burnt marks and plasma flowed out of their ears. He believed that there were still many people who were not dead on the side of the previous stage, but he completely lost the ability to fight again.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and the fire was still burning on the fragments of people's clothes. One by one, the dead war horses were struggling, and the people who were directly bombed could no longer find the complete body. Those who were lucky enough to live under the war horses, groaning on the ground, and the sticky red flowed on the shattered broken mouth and seeped into the dry land.

Rescue...it's over.

He turned his face blankly and looked at the main battlefield in a daze. The heavy and majestic war drums were ringing in the Wu Dynasty's central army.

Dongdongdongdongdong

He Congfeng had already exhausted his oil and had more than ten parts of his body, and blood penetrated most of his body. He heard the sound of drums, and his pale lips curled up on his face, which was so cold that he could not have looked like a man.

He smiled and shouted to his comrades around him: "Run"

Someone ran past him, "How are you? Put down the flag quickly..."

"It's okay... it's okay... it's okay..." He Congfeng said this with a smile, then looked at the other person's back as he walked away. He kept a smile and walked forward a few steps tremblingly. Finally, he stopped, holding the big flag firmly.

Never moved again.

The drums continued, Niu Gao led his soldiers to finally approach the hillside, and joined Gao Chong's light cavalry to break through the Jurchens' final defense, pushing them wildly towards the enemy's commander flag. The long soldiers and shields clashed loudly. Under the torches held by several personal soldiers, he saw the lonely general on the hillside in danger.

"Old Gao, hold on for a while, I'm here!"

On the hillside, Gao Chong, who was trapped heavily, opened his eyes hard, beads of sweat slid down his forehead, his hands holding the gun became trembling constantly, and in the dim vision, the walls in front of him separated, and his burly figure rushed over.

There was a buzzing whistling in the air, and a huge hammer swung.

未分

The gun rod bent and pressed against Gao Chong's breastplate, which made his face turn red, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop sliding down the slope. Wanyan Jin's gang was carrying the golden hammer of the urn, running wildly, jumping up, and slamming the hammer.

Gao Chong, who was almost dead, was motionless, his hands and feet stiffly looked at the weapon enlarged in his sight, then closed his eyes and shouted in despair: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In the instant of despair, a figure came from behind, and the bronze gun ran and waved among the crowd, with jingling sounds constantly, then rushed in, stepped on the ground with a sudden step. The figure jumped up and stepped on the shoulders of several people, and stabbed the gun above the head, and slashed through the sound of the wind, making a light sound.

There was a tingling sound.

Hammer-like weapons flew out, and the gun bar swept across the tall and majestic figure. Wanyan Jin's marble fell from mid-air and fell into the crowd.

The steps fell to the ground almost at the same time, splashing soil, and then reached out to touch Gao Chong's back, and his white beard floated in the wind.

"What I hope for in my life is enough to get what I want today."

The sound is Zhou Tong.
Chapter completed!