The 15,000 new troops gathered rushed in from the south gate of Kaiming City. They had just run to the center of Kaiming City. A violent roar came from the front. This was the enemy's magic cannon siege.
"Crazy..." The walls of Kaiming City, which had just been repaired, were made one by one. Then the shouts of killing were sweeping overwhelmingly.
The enemy army broke through the city! At this moment, the hearts of tens of thousands of defenders in the city sank.
"The city is there, the city is there, and the city is dead!" I don't know who took the lead, and waves of loud slogans rang out from the streets and alleys of Kaiming City. Even after hearing this slogan, Guo Lin couldn't help but feel a sense of tragic in his heart.
As soon as the magic cannon was lost, the enemy immediately attacked the city. This was obviously premeditated. Guo Lin didn't know how the other party did it, and now it was not the time to think about it. The new army who had been charging forward had seen completely different styles of armor and the Shang army's troops charging with steel knives.
As soon as the city gate was opened, the Shang army was in a state of unstoppable power. With one contact, Guo Lin, a group of new recruits who had just joined the army, were beaten up by the chopped people. With the rising sun in the east, the street battle in Kaiming City kicked off.
You can see soldiers from the two countries fighting desperately in almost every place. As the swords were swung, blood and sweat flew out. The sound of weapons handover spread throughout Kaiming City. The places where the battles were densely packed were like huge meat grinders.
The sword light flashed, the gun shadows danced, and blood splattered. Usually, the soldiers of Xia Kingdom had just cut off an enemy, but before they could draw out the big knife left in the enemy's body, they were chopped into meat sauce by others.
As the regular army of Xia State, the Guo family army was obviously resisting the fiercest attack in front of him. Guo Lin held a steel knife and slashed forward. No soldier from Shang State was his one-round general. Guo Lin was worried about his father's safety. Although the latter was a mid-level martial spirit two years ago, who knew whether there were any warriors in the Shang State army as strong or more powerful as his father? After fighting with people in the seventh degree space, he knew clearly that the mid-level martial spirit was really nothing.
Moreover, the opponent used magic cannons to attack the city. In the moment of the confrontation, if Guo Yunyi was accidentally hit by magic cannons, even the middle-level martial spirit would be wiped out. Guo Lin didn't know how many magic cannons there were on the Shang army, but he knew that the attack gap between the magic cannons was a quarter of an hour. As time delayed, the Guo family army standing in front would become more and more dangerous. If the opponent used magic cannons one after another, it was only a matter of time before the fall of Kaiming City. Thinking of this, Guo Lin became even more anxious.
If my father died, then I would be so patient, even if I won the title in the Xiaguo bride competition a year later? I am afraid that at that time, the word "Guo Family" was no longer the word "Yongyao City."
Guo Lin ran towards the north gate of Kaiming City, killing him as soon as he met someone, and soon his face was dyed red with blood. Teams of Shangguo troops who ran over came over when they saw Guo Lin's uniform, they thought he was a veteran with a better combat power than ordinary soldiers. They came over with steel knives in groups of people, trying to cut Guo Lin over.
However, they died faster. Guo Lin cut them off with a knife spirit. As more and more people were killed, the blade of the steel knife was rolled up. Discarding the scrapped long sword, Guo Lin simply used the first-level Shura Blood Knife.
Xie Meng was a commander of the Shang army and his strength reached the middle level of the martial arts. He held a second-level black knives, and as he waved them, a golden sword energy burst out from the black knives.
"The 99th. Just kill another one and you can get a good military merit." A soldier from Xia State kicked away and softened his sword. Xie Meng saw a man wearing Xia State's uniform wearing a blood-colored sword not far away, holding a unique blood-colored sword.
"Good knife!" Although he couldn't recognize Shura Blood Knife, as a middle-level martial artist, he instinctively felt that the blood knife in Guo Lin's hand was a treasure knife. Looking at Guo Lin covered in blood, Xie Meng frowned deeply. This kid killed many people, and his strength was not weak. Xie Meng was a little nervous. But looking at Guo Lin's ordinary soldier costume, he immediately felt confident again.
Today I deserve to get a bargain, Xie Meng thought. If he got such a good sword, he would definitely put it away carefully and take it for himself. There was no shadow of a soldier in Xia State in front of him. Except for Xie Meng, there was no shadow of a Shang State within dozens of meters nearby.
Holding the Shura Blood Sword in his hand, Guo Lin smiled cruelly on his face. For some reason, whenever he held the Shura Battle Sword, a different kind of pleasure would arise in his heart every time he killed someone. This pleasure was like using the Demon Refining Heart Sutra to absorb soul power and transform it into a refining power that could make himself stronger. At this moment, his eyes met and both of them saw each other.
Xie Mengke didn't know who the person in front of him was. He only had the sword in Guo Lin's hand in his eyes. He screamed "Wow" and rushed towards Guo Lin as fast as possible.
He raised his hand and used a knife. With a "clang" sound, the black knives and the Shura Blood Knives collided heavily. The next second, Xie Meng's face turned extremely fear. "Scratch..." It was the sound of the black knives breaking. Xie Meng watched the other party's blurred figure flashing past his side. When he came to his senses, he found that his body had been cut into two sections from his waist.
"Wow..." He vomited blood several times, and Xie Meng, who was no longer a human, fainted.
Guo Linke didn't know that he had just killed a thousand-man commander. In his opinion, this strange guy, except that the black knife in his hand slightly attracted his attention, was no different from ordinary soldiers of Shang. He went to hell under his own sword.
As he got closer and closer to the city gate, Guo Lin left the main road that ran through the south gate and the north gate. After killing nearly a hundred people two hundred meters away from the north gate, he saw thousands of Shang troops on both sides of the left and right. Judging from the opponent's formation that seemed to be facing a great enemy, maybe they were surrounded by "a big fish".
The people on both sides are similar, which side is it?
Time is tight, and every minute of hesitation may cause irreparable consequences. Guo Lin stepped out and rushed towards the left. The middle-grade thunder sword technique was used. Huang Guang won a great victory, and the sizzling sound of thunder and rashness was endless. He immediately cut off the powerful soldiers of warriors around him.
The soldiers couldn't help but retreat. Guo Lin could finally see what happened in the middle of the crowd. A group of Guo family troops with less than ten were surrounded by them. Even though they tried hard to kill the Shang troops approaching them one by one, the hungry tiger could not hold the wolves, and the number of people could stand was getting smaller and smaller. Through the crowd, Guo Lin saw a familiar and embarrassed face. Even though his face was covered in blood, Guo Lin still recognized him.