"you!"

"No !!" Seng Geqin shouted the most terrifying shout in this life, hissing exhausted, but this could not stop anything.

puff......

With the blood splattered, his head fell to the ground, and his eyes were still widened, and he was full of fear.

Seeing this, the coalition forces broke out of deafening cheers and roar.

"Woohoo !!"

"Adults are mighty!"

"The enemy bishop is dead, brethren, kill!" The morale soaring forces once again broke out in a narrow space.

Boom!

The enemy camp was instantly collapsed, and there were countless deaths and injuries.

The big soldiers were stupid. After so long, did the coalition do not know the exhaustion? Until the next second, they knew why.

"That, what ..." Someone trembling his teeth and frightened his eyes.

"The head of the bishop!"

"What?"

"Bishop!" There was a horn slander, blood red, and roared immediately.

However, after the death of the monk Qin, the morale of the army had no signs of collapse.

puff!

A spear passed through the battlefield and stabbed the horn of three brown -red monk robes in a row. It was so horrible that Zhou Yan was shot.

The long gun in his hand was hung on the head of the monk Ge Qin.

"The thief's head is dead, the general trend is set!"

"Brothers of the Allied Forces, rush to me!"

"Yes !!" The coalition yelled, and the high -level tribal fought bravely to kill the enemy and coordinated the bottom cover.

Bang!

Boom ...

Clicking ... After a loud noise, the believers of the believers collapsed in full, and there were countless deserters. I was afraid that those who stayed would not fight again.

Those horn who are evil are crazy, but under the troops that are like a bamboo, they are all turned into cannon fodder.

Puff!

"Ah!" Their screams broke through the sky, and they were stunned by the coalition forces alive, or they were dragged to the battlefield with high -level horses of various tribes.

Often a tribe high -level, lattering a dozen horn bodies, one is to vent their anger, and the other is demonstration!

Zhou Yan did not care about it. Dunhuang did too much evil in this land and too deep.

One hour later, the troops in front of the indigenous mountain had been killed, and even the part was still fighting. At least half of the believers of the believers broke up, and some of the stubborn resistance fled back to the Turkey.

It is their only opportunity.

However, they underestimated Zhou Yan's plan. Even if Muhar did not arrive, it was a three -sided encirclement. Under the belief of the victory, the indigenous mountains quickly ignited the fire.

The corpse went from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the flesh that the believers were killed were blurred.

A large number of speakers even started undressing, but their bald heads became the most conspicuous existence. The believers of the believers could escape, and after all, they couldn't kill it.

But the horn must be left all!

I don't know how long it has been, the Dunhuang banner on the top of the Turkish Mountains was directly kicked by Zhou Yan, and the mountain fell.

"Come, hung me up with the head of Seng Geqin!"

"Sending troops to block this place, caught all the Dunhuang speakers hidden in the hidden!" He drank, he had a lot of money, had a black hair and blood, and his wound had a lot of wounds, but he didn't feel it.

"Yes!" Everyone hugged his punch.

Then the monk Ge Qin's head was hung up high on the indigenous mountain, which was extremely conspicuous. The blood was even dropped down.
Chapter completed!