"Hahaha, okay, let's take a few more people to see the Emperor Taizong together!"

"Emperor Taizong can watch it in the sky, we can't lose his face!"

"Let these barbarians taste great!"

Guo Xin and others looked at each other and said with a smile.

Obviously there are only a thousand people, but they depend on the enemy's soldiers like sheep.

Their bodies were full of folds, and there was no trace of harmless places on the back of the palms of their hands.

For more than 40 years, for the history books and Chinese characters, it is just a short four -character, but it has exhausted the life and blood of a whole generation.

"Guo Xin, if you surrender, you can avoid death, otherwise we will take a look at the city of Guizi!"

In order to negotiate with Guo Xin and others, there are even people who have learned Chinese in these years.

Guo Xin raised his chin, his eyes were leaning down, Mo Dao pointed directly at the Tibetan general Cheng Zan Mo Yan: "If you want to fight, fight!"

Cheng Zan Mo Yan was angry: "I don't know what to lift up, not even your emperor, don't want you anymore, still struggling here?!"

"This is Tang Jun!"

Guo Xin mentioned the Momo Knife and took Li Yuanzhong and others to go down to the tower.

"Don’t go out, don't go out, how good to guard the city at this time!"

"Yeah, our ancestors are too rigid, there are a thousand people, and hundreds of thousands of people fight with others.

"You didn't see it upstairs, the ancestors were the last glory of the Datang Anxi Army!"

The picture turns.

A thousand white hair Anxi appeared under the city of Guizi. They all held strangers and rode on the horse. Although they were old, they were all warriors who had played a hundred battles.

"Brothers, see who has won a lot of people!"

"Okay, wait for the Emperor Taizong together, ask the Emperor Taizong to testify!"

Guo Xin and others rushed out, and the sound of killing sounded!

Cheng Zan Mo Yan waved his hand, and the Tibetan army sent a bow and arrow soldiers to shoot a hundred people.

Fortunately, the Anxi Army's various riding techniques broke through the bow and arrow soldiers at the fastest speed and killed the enemy formation!

Rushing into the enemy line and killing the enemy with the enemy of Thunder is the best way to deal with the bow and arrow soldiers!

At this moment, Tubo's cavalry rushed out, fighting with the Anxi Army, and each wanted to make fighting.

In their opinion, although the Anxi Army has been in a hundred battles, but now they are all old people aged 60 or 70. What else can they do?

You must know that the sixty or seventy years old in ancient times can already be regarded as high life, not to mention that the Anxi Army has been scratched by old injuries!

However, only one fight, this cavalry realized how stupid his thoughts were!

The Moba of the Anxi Army was like the sickle of the death of the battlefield. Only for the first time, I saw that the Anxi Army fell to a dozen people, but the Tubo cavalry fell a hundred people!

Guo Xin's head was the brunt, saw one to kill and one, and saw two kills and one pair.

Seeing this, Cheng Zan Mo Yan retreated immediately, but he didn't want to desperate with Anxi Jun: "This group of old guys, it's too pretty!"

"Guo Xin, deserves to be the nephew of the famous general Guo Ziyi!"

Cheng Zan Mo Ling raised his right hand and waved suddenly. Tubo's cavalry and infantry instantly overwhelmed, trying to swallow the Anxi army!

The mirror of time and space follow Jiang Yi's mind, and once again skipped the unnecessary part, appearing in the middle and late stages of the battlefield.

At this time, the Anxi Army took turns in turn, and there was only a hundred riding!

They all breathed heavy, mouthful, and greedily breathed the blood full of blood.

The Tubo army is quickly adjusting the formation and intending to start the last rush!

From the beginning of the disdain, to the present, from the eyes of the Tibetan soldiers, Jiang Yi couldn't see a trace of joy that was about to victory, but paid attention to it.

"call……"

"call……"

The heavy breathing sounded the ancient and modern times, Emperor Hanwu frowned, and he couldn't wait to bring his troops to the city of Guizi in person to save the army of this later generation!

I saw that in the Anxi Army, a person who broke his right hand, lifted a man who lost his right leg, used his left hand and the back of the knife injury, and carried him up.

"At the beginning, I am your legs."

"I am your hand."

The wounds of the two are constantly bleeding. Their lips and teeth have become white, and their eyes have become blurred.

The Anxi Army, who was carrying, dragged Tang Dao tightly, like the dying wolf, and the final blow will be issued soon.

In the first few waves of rushing, the Anxi Army that broke some limbs. At this moment, they did not give up, but did their best to complement each other.

There are still many Anxi Army who have died because of too much blood loss.

On the Anxi Army, there are less than 50 residues left.

"Brothers, do you remember our vows from Datang?"

Guo Xin's eyes were covered with blood, and his right hand was cut off by the enemy's machete. He could only hold the knife with both hands.

Li Yuanzhong, who was flowing blood in the corner of the left eye, said with a smile: "How can you forget it?"

One leg was cut off, and he could only lie on the horse's back, put his head behind the horse's neck, and held Yang Zaogu, who held his waist knife tightly, and opened the corner of his mouth: "Of course not!"

The remaining four are the more than many people, or the broken hands, or the slope.

"Let's warn them again!"

Guo Xin's words fell, and everyone went straight to the waist and drank in unison:

"The world, all the dare to call the soldiers ----"

"All cut !!!"

"Kill !!!"

Guo Xin first rushed into the enemy line again. Cheng Zan Mo Yan dared to fight at this time, and he picked up the big knife and chopped it.

After a few rounds with Chengzan Mo, Guo Xin was cut off under the horse!

Li Yuanzhong rushed forward, and after killing several enemies, he was also killed by the enemy general!

Yang Zaogu, who was on the horse, had before Tang Dao had time to wave, and was picked up by a big knife from top to bottom ...

"Datang is immortal!"

"Tang people forever!"

These combined Anxi Army, in the last charge, some fell on the road ...

Yes, it's too late to wave a knife ...

In the setting sun, only the faint Jinyun Yuncai was left, but I didn't see it again. That year, the Anxi Army ...

In the Han Palace, silence is silent.

In the barrage, there is no half word.

It seems that the old people who are carrying the heart of the country with the heart of the country.

They exhausted their last strength in their lives, cast Datang, the last glory ...

After experiencing a brief silence.
Chapter completed!