"Retreat, retreat!" A beggar saw that the situation was not good, waved his hand and ran and shouted. However, as soon as he arrived at the fork, he saw countless people rushing to the opposite side from the roof of the room to block the way and setting up bows and arrows. It can be said that there were tigers and wolves in front of him, and they all gathered together and didn't know where to go. They looked around in surprise.

The county magistrate was surrounded in the middle. Looking at this scene, there were nearly 50,000 remaining people. What should I do?

King Hong Mo's dragon chariot entered the city, smiled at the blocked crowd in front of him, and shouted cruelly: "It's so patriotic, so naturally you can't stay, that's what they wish, kill!" It's interesting, so interesting, it's good to see people not even have the power to resist.

The endless feathers rushed straight from all directions to the middle, and the target of public criticism was hidden, and they were slaughtered alive and flesh and blood were flying everywhere. The endless desolation was indescribable, with screams and wailings. They didn't know why the army came, but they only knew that Suyang City was gone, their family was gone, their lives were gone, and nothing was gone, and they just died under the enemy's bow and arrow.

People went to the end quickly, and no one was spared. Everyone stared at the sky. Is Nanyue going to disappear?

"Okay!" After everyone was dead, King Hong Mo pushed the beauty away and stood up and applauded: "Immediately surround the entire Suyang City, two gates, no one is allowed to slackew. Suyang City is ours!"

"Okay, okay!"

The soldiers planted their own flags on several roofs. It took only one day to take down Suyang City, which was defending Nanyue. This was really exciting.

No one cared about the corpses, and some climbed up along the corpses, stepped on their bodies and waved the flag vigorously, representing victory.

On the front line, the South Vietnamese army had forced the Baoyue army to retreat to the foot of the mountain, and both sides suffered heavy losses. Yu Ruolin was seriously injured and fought with Wang Mingyi in hatred. Just when Ouyang Zhanyun killed the fierce generals and was about to capture Yu Ruolin alive...

"Report, Marshal, it's not good. King Hong Mo led an army of 300,000 to Suyang City. Now he has lost his power and General Gongyang is defeated!"

A passage made the soldiers who could hear Nanyue dumbfounded. The excitement that had just passed was no longer there. Ouyang Zhanyun stared at his subordinates dumbly, opened his mouth and gasped hard, and slowly turned to look at Yu Ruolin.

Yu Ruolin took advantage of the enemy's distraction and turned around and rushed back to the army. He covered his chest and was supported to sit on the horse's back, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled bloodily: "Ouyang Zhanyun, you lost!"

"Did you hear it, brothers? Let's take down Suyang City, kill it!" Liu Zhenyue shouted excitedly when he heard this.

This time it was Baoyue Army's turn to be excited and began to rush forward desperately.

Ouyang Zhanyun shook his head in disbelief. This is impossible, absolutely impossible. After fighting for a day, everyone was exhausted. Now that they heard this news again, the soldiers must be in panic. Look, they have begun to retreat. Hong Moguo? There are hundreds of thousands of people from the two countries behind them. They cannot reach the point of double-sided attack. Turn the horse head and run and yell: "The whole army retreats, and change the direction to Moyue City with me!"

"Want to run away? Give me a chance!" Yu Ruolin was beaten to the point where he almost parted ways, and his hatred was clearly visible.
Chapter completed!