Under the banner of "dragon".

Long Qie looked at the battle ahead, not daring to show his head at all. He held on to his eight-foot long horse, feeling very humiliated and unwilling to accept it. Even if he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years regardless of the cold and heat, he was still no match for Wanhu.

This time it's even more important.

You might be killed if you go up there.

Dangerous.

Feeling the danger, he turned his eyes red and said to himself: "There is still one breath left, and the battle will never end. Meng Yuan's desire to destroy me will never die."

"As long as the Mongolian-Yuan country still exists, we must not relax."

After saying that, he cheered up, raised the eight-foot-long horse in his hand, and shouted:

"Brothers, don't spit out the fat you eat. Even if it's bad, stop them with your life and kill them all."

"Kill!!!!!" The Han army responded uniformly to Long Qie, and then marched forward regardless of their own safety, fighting a war of attrition with the Mongolian soldiers. They used their flesh and blood to stop the impact of the opponent's general Wanhu.

"Kill! Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Zhu Qishan was at the front, slashing continuously with a broadsword, the light of the sword shining, as cold as the moonlight.

Wherever it passes, blood blooms and corpses are produced.

The Han army tried their best, but they still couldn't kill him. They couldn't defeat him, but instead lost many brothers.

"Hoo!" There was a sound. A Han soldier from Qianhu suddenly threw a meteor hammer, which hit Zhu Qishan like a meteor.

Sneak attack!

Zhu Qishan was slashing with his sword, but it was as if there was an eye on his left side. At the critical moment, he let go of the sword with his left hand, fished forward, picked up the meteor hammer, and then without even looking at it, he hit it hard.

Thousands of households.

The faster you go, the faster you come back.

Hoo ho ho.

The meteor hammer broke through the sky and made the sound of thunderstorm. The eyes of thousands of Han soldiers were split and they couldn't avoid it. Their brains burst out and they fell to the ground.

"Lord Qianhu!!!!" His soldiers exclaimed, and then not only were they not frightened, but their eyes were red, and the brothers stood shoulder to shoulder to avenge Qianhu.

"Come on. I've been through many fierce battles. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, that's all." Zhu Qishan is usually taciturn, but at this moment he was full of enthusiasm, roaring and laughing wildly.

Under the banner of "Wei", Wei Ru sat in the rear and allowed the soldiers in the front row to die one after another. Her heart had been withdrawn from Wu Nian and she was focused on the battlefield.

"It's a pity. If I wasn't injured, I could at least fight for it." Wei Ru raised his hand and grabbed his injured arm, feeling very unwilling.

Immediately, her chest rose and fell, her red lips slightly opened, and she exhaled like blue.

Meng Yuan's ferocity brought back not-so-good memories to her mind. When Haitian City was violently attacked, the Wei army resisted desperately.

But in the end they were outnumbered.

"We will not lose this battle."

"We must destroy the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to eliminate future troubles."

She thought secretly in her heart.

"Kill!" Zhao Mancheng, who was as handsome as a unicorn, was wearing silver armor and a silver spear. He roared repeatedly and fought with Jin Ruiyun desperately.

The two tigers fought and the fierce battle continued.

The fighting nation deserves its title.

He didn't have time to think, as long as he was distracted for a moment, he might be killed by Jin Ruiyun.

The Han army's Zhao Mancheng and Zhao Yanting were responsible for guarding the gate. They were brave enough to fight against tens of thousands of households.

The other generals do not have this ability and can only rely on human lives to fill the gap.

After all, the Tao is as high as one foot and the devil is as high as one foot.

Wu Canglong and other infantrymen with ten thousand households charged fiercely and killed with great force. However, the Han army had many troops and strong horses, so they were able to stop them in the end.

The most important thing.

Wu Nian, Wei Polu, Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng were still the first to bear the brunt.

The weakest point is also the strongest point.

If it is broken through by the Meng Yuan cavalry, all the efforts will be in vain.

If successfully blocked, there will be nine million households.

It's like a nine-headed insect, killing them one by one.

Behead nine heads.

The two flags of "Wang" and "Zhang" stand on both sides of the flag with the character [Chinese], as if they were the two generals Heng Ha.

Wang Gui, who raised his voice but did not have the skills of General Heng Ha, could only stare from behind.

"Stop them. Stop them. Send out troops and horses quickly to support the king. Kill Wanyan Xian and Hou Wancheng."

They desperately directed their troops to resist, and at this moment they hated themselves extremely.

"Why am I such a waste? If I were half as capable as the king, I would be able to go into battle with a gun." Veins popped up on Wang Gui's forehead, and he clutched the horse's reins tightly with both hands, his face ashen.

"Damn it." Zhang Sheng pulled out the steel knife from his waist and threw it to the ground. The steel knife was inserted into the soil, but nothing happened.

ahead.

Wu Nian and Wanyan Xian killed each other.

Wei Polu and Hou Wancheng killed him.

The situation is urgent now. Countless people are killed and injured every minute and every second. Success or failure may occur in the next second.

However, both Wu Nian and Wan Yanxian have very strong psychological qualities. The fight between the two seems to be full of danger, but in fact they are evenly matched.

No one was impatient and everyone was very calm.

Wu Nian also paid some attention to Wei Polu's situation. Although Miss Wei sent this boy to support me and share my pressure.

but.

I also have to devote my attention to taking care of him.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Wan Yan is obviously different from Wu Nian.

Wei Polu is the real danger.

"Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wei Polu yelled with red eyes, his face full of reluctance and "I am not afraid of death".

But his combat experience is far different from Hou Wancheng's.

What's more, this sudden effort.

A blow from a flying fairy from heaven.

The decisions of all nine households are the same, and the steps are uniform.

At this moment, Hou Wancheng was extremely powerful, and Wei Polu, who was killed, could only stare.

Dry thunder.

Of course Wan Yanxian also noticed it. He smiled and shouted: "Wu Nian, this guy next to you is not good at anything. Just wait for Hou Wancheng to kill him, then join forces with me. We, the two largest families, will kill you."

It's as easy as flipping a finger."

"You want to mess with my mind. But you don't know. I just thought it was you farting." Wu Nian sneered and retorted.

Wan Yanxian was not angry and just said: "Then we will wait and see."

Meng Yuan's cavalry roared and continuously attacked the Han army's infantry formation. The Han army's infantry also followed one after another, constantly filling in the gaps.

At the forefront of this fight.

In the year of Wu, Wei Polu seemed like two huge mountains, standing still and looking forward to death as if they were home.

However, in the end, the pros and cons cannot be concealed.

Hou Wancheng seized an opportunity and said "bump". The horse in his hand was like a whip, and he shook the horse away from Wei Polu's hand. Then without stopping, he stabbed Wei Polu with one move.

"It's over. There's no way to avoid it." Wei Polu's mind went blank for a moment, but the next moment, he reacted instinctively and ducked to the left, watching helplessly as Hou Wancheng's horse stabbed towards his right shoulder.

In a life-and-death fight, being injured equals death in battle.

Wan Yanxian noticed it, and his eyes were astonishingly bright.
Chapter completed!