Setting Sun Pass...

The loud bangs of the bombardment of boulders and the impact of terror insects on the city gate, the sound of gold and iron clashing, the cries of pain from the injured, the shouts of battle, the muffled sound of corpses falling to the ground... composed a magnificent elegy that lingers in this majestic pass.

Above, it stays for a long time.

Blocking out the sky and the sun - countless pandas fighting on the city walls have truly understood the meaning of this word today.

The high-level mantid with wings on its back covered the sky, dropped onto the city wall like a dumpling, and flew into the urn city. The mantid troops on the ground came like a tide, using cloud ladders, rope ladders with hooks, and even stepping on their own kind.

shoulders, climbing towards the top of the city wall.

But the mantid in the distance can't be seen to the edge, and there is no gap. It is crowded with people, and it is so dense that it makes people's scalp explode.

Boom, boom, boom...

More than a dozen thick-armored and giant-shelled siege terror insects, under the command of the tamers, took turns to hit the thick gate of Wengcheng. This gate was forged by the Mogu people with superior forging technology and has stood for thousands of years.

The huge gate was full of bumps and bumps, and with every impact, several screws that had gradually loosened during countless previous impacts would fall off from the horizontal reinforcement beams embedded on the inside of the city gate.

Several heavy city gate bolts that cannot be moved by manpower alone and can only be lifted and placed in place by cranes have also undergone certain deformations. The huge gate, which weighs more than 2,000 tons, has a gap that cannot be closed.

In the distance, an astonishing number of siege weapons didn't care about the large number of own soldiers on the city wall. They threw stone bullets one after another without caring, chipping away the city bricks layer by layer. The base of a section of the city wall on the north side of Setting Sun Pass was already in place.

Under the continuous bombardment for a day, it was thinned in half, and finally collapsed with a loud rumbling sound, and a large amount of dust and smoke filled the air.

The soldiers from both sides were still fighting each other on the city wall. The soldiers below the city wall were braving the indiscriminate bombardment of their own siege firepower and were hammering away at the wall bricks with tools. The mantid who were still climbing were instantly buried by immeasurable amounts of bricks and stones.

Already.

Outside the Setting Sun Pass, there is an army of mantid that can be seen as far as the eye can see.

But on the east side of Setting Sun Pass, in the Valley of Eternal Blossoms within Panlong's Spine, there are still mantids as far as the eye can see. More than a dozen tunnel exits dug out at an unknown time are constantly spitting out mantids, except for a small number of attackers.

The rest of the city troops were all running towards the east like crazy.

You can vaguely see the fierce battle taking place on the second line of defense a few kilometers away to the east. That line of defense was composed of militiamen and was supposed to be located one kilometer east of Setting Sun Pass. It gradually formed over the course of the day.

Being crushed several kilometers away by the mantid.

Through the tiny gaps between the running mantid, you can vaguely see the large number of corpses left behind during the retreat of the second line of defense. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of dripping water - the blood of the pandaren.

, forming a long river.

ground?

Can't see the ground.

The ground is red.

Frightened?

No panic.

Facing a mantid that was a hundred times their own, all the pandaren who resisted to the death knew what the outcome would be. For a day, they could only mechanically wave their weapons and fight the mantid who swarmed up the city wall one after another.

It has become stiff, as if it has grown on a weapon, and cannot be broken open.

These mantids are so terrifying that they are said to be fearless and fearless of death. They cannot perfectly express the madness.

As if they had been stimulated by something, all the mantids had unprecedented madness and determination on their faces, as if today's battle was their last battle, and they would die if they won. No mantid would flinch, even if he was in trouble.

Even if you are seriously injured, you must bite it with your teeth and tear it apart with your hands to remove the last obstacle blocking the way forward.

The pandas were simply unable to resist. Every second they persisted on the tower, they had to pay a heavy price.

despair?

There is no despair, any thoughts seem to be far away in the horizon, and the numb thinking can no longer tolerate any thoughts.

Will he die?

Will do.

But all the soldiers who died here will, together with this majestic pass that is about to collapse, transform into heroic spirits and become monuments that will never fall down. They will tell all future generations who come here to see what courage is and what perseverance is...

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boom!

On the city tower, Lao Li knocked over the mantid that attacked the yak felt from behind with a pan, and helped up his grey-faced land elf friend who was covered in blood.

"Are you...huh...are you okay? Come on, help me..."

After confirming that the yak felt was not injured, Lao Li inserted the pan back into his belt, pulled up the arms of the seriously injured man lying on the ground, and tried to lift him up, but his legs kept getting weak and he tried several times without success.

"Hoo...ah!" Yak Xiang hurriedly ran to the back and pushed. He used all his strength to push the wounded man onto Lao Li's back.

Lao Li shouted, picked up the wounded man and ran towards the sloping staircase.

A panda and a gnome, with no martial skills at all, and the weapons that didn't fit had been accidentally thrown away at some point, but they were deep in the center of the battle. Not far away were the black-clad monks and climbers who were fighting each other.

Mantid soldiers ascending the tower.

The battle happened so suddenly that Lao Li was still wearing an apron.

Non-combatants did not have to fight originally, but as the situation continued to deteriorate and the monks who protected cooks like him and the land elf merchants who were stranded in Setting Sun Pass due to the fighting had to go to join the war, they were at their wits end.

.

The mantid kicked down the warehouse door.

Speaking of yak felt, it was unfortunate. After curing Old Shitou, this was the first time he went into business independently. Unexpectedly, before unloading the goods, the black-clothed guards sealed the Setting Sun Pass after detecting the movement of the mantid.

, locked him inside.

Lao Li had no choice but to defend himself. As he defended himself, he did what he could to transport the wounded. There was no safe place in Setting Sun Pass. There were high-level mantids airborne in Wengcheng, and there were people from underground in the warehouse.

The mantid that broke out of the ground is still in the kitchen, and there is nowhere to hide.

Lao Li could no longer remember that the fat guy on his back was the first wounded person he and Yak Felt had rescued.

The thirty-seventh one, or the thirty-eighth one?

From time to time, flying mantids would descend from the sky, but they would often directly join in the siege of the few remaining city wall guards, and few would pay attention to Old Li, who was transporting the wounded.

A high-level mantid happened to land in front of Old Li and raised the Kaipa Blade in his hand without any explanation...

Sharp sounds broke through the air quickly from far to near, and the strong wind flew past Lao Li's ears. A short blade plunged into the mantid's chest with a pop, and the mantid fell crookedly.

Without time to express his thanks, Lao Li caught a glimpse of the monk who saved him out of the corner of his eye. It was Master Liu, the master monk responsible for the defense of the city tower. When going to and from the city tower, Lao Li often saw him fighting one against ten, with one hand and one hand.

Huanshou's single-handed sword skills were superb, cutting down mantids one after another like leeks.

"Where is the third team? The southeast corner is about to be lost!"

"Grand... division, the third team has..."

"What?... Stop standing there stupidly. We can't hold the tower anymore. Retreat to the barbican city!"

After dodging several mantids in a row and avoiding many battles, they were getting closer and closer to the inclined staircase leading to the interior of the Wengcheng. During the battle, Master Liu was communicating loudly with his disciples.

retreat?

Old Li was startled and looked around hurriedly, only to find that there were not many monks left on the tower.

After a quick sweep, I am afraid that at most there are only thirty or fifty people who can barely fight. But the mantid is three to four times as many as them, and is still increasing rapidly with the follow-up climbers climbing the tower and the airborne arrival of high-level mantid, killing

I don't know when the enemy's speed started, but it could no longer keep up with the opponent's speed of rushing up the tower.

already……

A strong sense of powerlessness suddenly emerged in Lao Li's heart.

In the north and south directions, the city walls extending towards Kun-Lai Mountain and the Valley of the Four Winds are densely packed with mantids. They look like wilted onions that have been cut vertically. The gray-white parapets on both sides are made of onion skins.

, the tawny "human" flow surging on the city wall is the greenish white inside, and the mantids flying in groups in the sky are the smoke that explodes when cooking pots...

"Retreat, retreat!"

"There are too many of them..."

There are commander-level black-clothed guards everywhere, or master monks giving retreat orders to retreat towards the inclined ladder path. However, on this short road of only a few dozen meters, hundreds of mantids are blocked from retreating.

It became a breakout.

Every time a breath passes, someone dies on the way. A handful of weapons are slashed on the body, blood surges like a column, and limbs fly...

Has it reached this point?

retreat?

Where to retreat?

Setting Sun Pass was surrounded by people, even the gangsters and cooks, and all those who could hold weapons went to the battlefield...and Miss Wanhua Wan, the daughter of the master monk Wanrong, a talented healer of the Mistweaver lineage,

He also led those doctors who were not very proficient in martial arts to climb the tower.

But Lao Li didn't see her, nor did he see any doctors wearing the Mistweaver robes of Qinglong Temple among the retreating monks.

Standing on the sloping staircase and looking down, the interior of the Wengcheng, where a large amount of armaments are piled up, is also like a Shura field. Corpses almost cover the ground. If the warring parties are not careful, they will be moved by the corpses. No matter how erratic the martial arts are,

No monk is immune to its harm...
To be continued...