A place for war, a place for corpses. If you must die, you will live; if you are lucky, you will die.

Lei Xiu often used this sentence to inspire people around him, but now, he began to murmur to himself, using this sentence to inspire himself.

Everyone around him thought he was born brave and never knew what fear was. But he knew that this was just because he was extremely brave and had never met an opponent worth fearing. At present, the opponent worth fearing had appeared, and that Zhang Liao was pressing forward step by step in front of him.

But Lei Xiu's own condition is far from the best. The fighting in the past few days has brought Lei Xiu multiple injuries of varying degrees. There was a knife injury on his right arm, which was not serious, but because of his continuous force, the wounds repeatedly cracked, which has now affected the waving of his arm. The right waist was just hit by a spear, and the entire nail page was hit by a huge force and embedded in the body, which is very likely to damage the ribs. I won't mention the other skin injuries, and there are more than a dozen pieces of blood. It's just that blood loss is not a small amount.

In addition, in the past few days, he has never slept steadily, nor has he eaten a meal steadily. His physical strength is getting weaker and weaker, and in the battle just now, he already feels that his energy is exhausted.

He even regretted it. Maybe he should have withdrawn in time just now and leave He Song and others to cut off the back. If it is not enough, plus Guo Jing, these two of them are good players, so should they be enough to stop the enemy?

No, it's not enough. The enemy in front of you is Zhang Liao... There are ten more people like He Song and Guo Jing, and they may not be opponents. So, I have to persevere.

Fortunately, it only needs to be blocked and blocked, just block him!

I hope Lei Yuan will not waste the time I have bought and urge everyone to arrange the subsequent defense measures as soon as possible.

Lei Xiu suddenly thought of his younger brother Lei Yuan. Lei Xiu liked this younger brother very much. When he knew that Lei Yuan was leading people to help, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart. Although this kid was not very similar to those martial artists Lei Xiu was used to, he had a unique and unique feature... Lei Xiu didn't know what that was, but he truly believed that Lei Yuan would not let his efforts down.

At the height of the mountain road, Lei Yuan saw the changes in the situation.

Lei Yuan repeatedly calculated and simulated various situations in his mind. But at this moment, this was one of the worst and most dangerous situations he had expected: his leader and the generals of the other side were warriors who dared to charge. As a result, they were going to face it head-on shortly after the battle began! He felt his heart beating wildly uncontrollably, so that blood was rushing in the blood vessels, almost making a rustling sound. He tried his best to calm his emotions, but his hands and feet were shaking slightly.

Lei Yuan knew very well about his brother's bravery. In the past few years, Lei Xiu was a sharp blade that the Lei family in Lujiang relied on to suppress the heroes of Huainan. Whether it was attacking, defending, cavalry, or infantry, they had never met any opponent. This young general was used to relying on personal fierce battles to turn the situation around. But Lei Yuan knew Zhang Liao better, and even better than everyone in his contemporaries... Even if he couldn't remember many of the specific achievements of Zhang Liao's battles in the south and north, could he still remember Sun Shiwan's name and Xiaoyaojin? There is no doubt that Zhang Liao was a brave general who dominated the world, and a brave general, and he was definitely not Yi to him!

Lei Yuan took a deep breath and exhale deeply. He leaned his neck back until the back of his head touched the wet and cold rock wall, as if this could make his mind clear.

"Ding Li! Let your people shoot arrows down and suppress Cao's army!" He suddenly slapped the ground with his palm and shouted: "Everyone is here, come close to shoot arrows, those who dare to retreat will kill!"

"Okay!" Ding Li glanced at Lei Yuan, turned over and flashed out from the side of the rock, and organized his own hands.

"Fan Hong!" Lei Yuan called again.

Fan Hong rushed to Lei Yuan with a light shield. At these few steps, two arrows were nailed to the shield.

Lei Yuan pointed to the opposite side of the mountain path, where there was a gully close to the mountain path. The archers summoned by Ding Li were there to avoid Cao's army's arrows. The terrain outside the gully suddenly rose, and a forest land was close to the narrow area between the cliffs, and the forest was filled with old trees that had grown for dozens or hundreds of years. Previously, a group of soldiers cut down logs there, and then rolled down the steep slope to crush Cao's army. As Cao's army approached, they all retreated, leaving more than a dozen giant trees with half of the bottom cut, looking very miserable. Lei Yuan shouted: "Go to the back to bring some people, come over with swords and axes, and continue cutting the trees."

"Cut down the tree?" Fan Hong looked around.

"Yes, call more people and cut down those that fall quickly. Faster! The faster the better! When the cutting is almost done, push the whole tree into the mountain road to block the enemy!"

"Yes!" Fan Hong turned around and was about to go, and Lei Yuan grabbed him again: "Also, do you see that boy?"

Fan Hong followed his instructions and saw Li Zhen leaning against an old tree in the distance.

"When did this kid come with him?" Lei Yuan said angrily: "Is this a place where a child can come? Let him get out!"

Fan Hong took the order and left.

After a while, Ding Li shouted loudly and began to urge his subordinates to get up from the cover of forests and rocks, and began to shoot fiercely with the Cao army crossbowmen below. At the mountain road behind, the soldiers who came to the drum tip earlier rushed down with Fan Hong and dozens of people, each holding swords and axes, and helped each climb towards the old tree between the cliffs.

Lei Yuan looked around, and only Wang Yan was on standby with a few soldiers. Among the soldiers, most of them were familiar faces, with only a few with a little eyes. A thin man looked at Lei Yuan's eyes and nodded quickly, showing a flattering smile. It was He Zhong, who was recruited into the rescue team the day before yesterday. A dozen steps away, Deng Tong evacuated here panting. Aside him, his tired companions lay down all over the ground, while Deng Tong turned his head and stared at the battle situation ahead, showing a clear look of anxiety.

Lei Yuan pondered for a while, and when he was about to say something, Wang Yan shouted loudly: "Little Langjun, look! They have come to one place!"

Lei Yuan held his breath and suddenly stood up and looked at the corner of the mountain road.

Previously, the elite Cao army fired with powerful crossbows, which caught the soldiers at the gentle slopes off guard. Fortunately, Lei Feng immediately shrank his team and retreated to the higher mountain road. However, although the number of warriors decreased, the formation did not appear to be scattered because of the shrinkage. When Cao's army climbed the gentle slope, the two sides immediately fought fiercely.

The battle entered the most cruel stage from the beginning. The soldiers on both sides were fierce elites who were fearless and would not take a step back even when facing the sharp blade and body. So they skipped the stage of temptation and intimidation, approached each other directly, and began to fight fiercely. At such a close distance, the soldiers had no time to distinguish the situation of each other, and could only use their habits to mechanically wave their swords and guns, and fight with their bodies' instinctive reactions. They also had no time to judge.

The result of the sword and gun protruding out is that the sword and gun, shield, armor or human bodies are densely impacting, or falling out, blocked, or hit, there is no other possibility; all they have to do is to quickly retract the weapon and wave it again with all their strength. Their ears are filled with continuous, crisp and dull roars, and they can no longer hear the orders clearly, and that is nothing. If they cannot kill the enemy in front of them, any orders are meaningless.

The battle continued, Cao's army moved forward step by step, while Lei Xiu and others were half-active and semi-passive in the mountain road behind. The front lines in which the two teams were in contact were like ripples with changing water surfaces, sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing, sometimes being stretched into curved arcs, and sometimes being cut into several sections. That was because the soldiers fought while judging the positions of their companions around them and trying their best to fight with their companions. This judgment often was inaccurate, so, or someone moved forward too far, broke away from the cover of their companions and was quickly killed by enemies on both sides and three sides; or someone retreated too quickly, exposing their companions to the enemy's siege.

In this process, warriors with particularly outstanding martial arts became the fulcrum of the front line. The advance and retreat can lead or cover the advance and retreat of their companions, and then maintain the stability of the entire front line. As the fulcrum, on the Cao army is Zhang Liao, and the corresponding one is Lei Xiu. Although the front line is unstable, these two people are like two reefs confronting in the angrily waves of the sea of ​​anger, maintaining their own stability.

Although in the dense military formation, the iron spear in Zhang Liao's hand still opened and closed, either poking, sweeping, or slapping head-on. It seemed that there were only a few simple movements back and forth. If you carefully distinguish the strength and distance of the attack, you could find that there was a rhythm that was freely controlled.

Lei Xiu fought and retreated. At first, fashion could barely fight him, but after several wars, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and gradually became difficult to deal with. He could feel that not only the reason for his lack of physical strength, but also Zhang Liao formed a comprehensive suppression of himself, including strength, skills, reactions, judgments, and experience.

This kind of suppression almost indicates the end of this battle.

The strong wind whistled, and the iron spear fell again.

Lei Xiu held swords and guns in both hands and blocked with all his strength.

With a loud bang, Lei Xiu staggered back two steps, although he had blocked the iron spear. Behind him was empty, and there were no soldiers waiting for the replacement. There were fewer and fewer companions fighting side by side with him, and the entire array became thinner and thinner. The huge impact force completely broke the wound on his right arm, and blood donated surged out. In an instant, half of the armor was dyed red through the military uniform. The violent blood loss made Lei Xiu dizzy and his vision blurred.

Zhang Liao did not stop, and the falling iron spear changed direction like a strange python turning over, chasing Lei Xiu and stabbing with his powerful wrist. The attack was extremely fierce!

Lei Xiu's fighting spirit was still as strong as a raging fire, but his physical strength was exhausted. He did not dodge any more, but only shouted loudly and threw the sword in his left hand over.

The distance between the two sides is so close that this is a ruthless man in pursuit of both sides.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Liao responded very quickly. He took off the iron spear with one hand and waved it suddenly in the air, then slapped the long knife thrown by Lei Xiu; he held the iron spear with one arm in the other hand and continued to stab it straight!

Seeing that Lei Xiu could not avoid this attack, someone suddenly roared around Zhang Liao. It was a soldier under Lei Xiu's subordinate who was eager to protect his master. He gave up the enemy in front of him and turned around and bumped from the side. Zhang Liao had no choice but to take back the iron spear, and only attacked lightly, and then threw the soldier to the ground. Cao Bing, who was facing the enemy with the soldier, immediately followed and took his life with a knife.

When he turned around, he saw that Lei Xiu did not escape, but held short guns in his hands and acted like a death-death battle. None of the soldiers surrounded him escaped.

"Okay!" Zhang Liaoqing couldn't help but exclaim.

The opponent's decline is already very obvious. In this critical moment of war, it is the most test of tenacity. Although a little experienced warrior knows that escaping in adversity will only expose his back to the enemy's sword; but most people will still choose to escape. Their will disintegrate, the queue will collapse, and those who once fought bravely will instantly become cowards who flee wildly... Zhang Liao has seen this scene too many times. However, the bandits in front of him can still persist, and most of the enemies Zhang Liao has contacted cannot be compared with.

What a pity. These are excellent soldiers, but unfortunately they all die here today.

Zhang Liao held a spear in one hand and was about to launch an attack that decided to win.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him.

With a loud noise, more than a dozen giant trees collapsed on the steep slope on one side of the mountain road. These big trees, several feet tall and thick as waist, were dense branches and leaves as dense as umbrellas, and the twisted and dry vines attached to them fell downwards; it seemed like a row of giants supporting the sky waved their hideous hands at the same time, slapped heavily on the mountain road, and crushed the Cao army soldiers densely arranged on the mountain road into flesh mud!
Chapter completed!