The warriors and common people in the city are obviously slightly inferior to the well-trained soldiers in combat.
They rushed into the war field without any plan, but they all had the idea of death.
When the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, they are unwilling to leave.
He was unwilling to use the sacrifice of divine warriors in exchange for a way to escape.
Chu Yue's red lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with complex emotions.
"What are you doing? Why don't you go back quickly!"
Chu Yue shouted loudly.
One of them, a young boy with fine features, rushed forward, looked at Chu Yue through the blood mist, and said loudly: "General Ye, we were born in Dongli, grew up in Dongli, and will die in Dongli. Thank you.
, Mr. Ye, thank you for not giving up Dongli, not abandoning Dongli."
The young man grinned widely, full of enthusiasm and awe, and raised his hand towards Chu Yue, placing it lightly on his chest.
He is not a member of the military, but he expressed his determination to Chu Yue with military salute!
Stab!
Xie Zimo's sword penetrated the young man's throat.
The colors of blood are slowly unfolding like a scroll of history.
The young man still maintained his smile and military salute, but the next moment, he suddenly fell to the ground.
Chu Yue was held up by hundreds of strangers and stared at this scene with wide eyes.
"Kill Ye Gou! Kill him!"
Ye Ningyan, who was lying in a pool of blood, shouted at the top of her lungs.
Xie Zimo held up his sword and looked at Chu Yue: "Master Chu, you won't be angry, right? He wants to die in Dongli, so I have to meet his request. He is on Huangquan Road, so he has to be grateful to me. Speaking of which,
I made a mistake. There is no such majestic Master Chu nowadays. You and I have broken all ties with each other a long time ago. Now you are just a leaf dog that can be trampled on by others."
The sword in the stranger's hand scratched Chu Yue's skin.
The armies in the north of the town have been retreating steadily.
Among the enemy troops advancing loudly and singing, the Evil King, who was sitting in the king's tent, looked at him playfully.
He raised his hand slightly, and there was a steady stream of strangers behind the enemy army.
This group of strangers had red light all over their bodies and huge blood geese under their feet, hanging high in the sky.
The stranger slowly raised his sickly white hand.
But they saw the red light surging around them converging between their hands, turning into blood-moon bows, aiming at the people on the battlefield.
Arrows were shot in all directions, and most of the warriors and civilians fell to the ground.
But the people who were still alive rushed towards the hundreds of strangers who were surrounding Chu Yue. However, their strength was too low, and the strangers were as motionless as a mountain.
And the arrows coming from the sky are as dense as rain.
Despite this, this group of people are still running towards Chu Yue.
Chu Yue was held up by hundreds of alien weapons. The sharp and sharp weapons were like a dragnet covering her. Even if she tried her best to burn her soul, she still couldn't break free.
No matter when or where she is, she seems to be able to rise above any challenge.
But this time, there are too many enemy troops and the enemy is too strong.
Weapons were folded on her shoulders, pressing her down crazily.
Chu Yue's feet kept sinking deeper into the ground due to the heavy pressure.
Her knees gradually bent because they could not withstand the force of the force.
More and more strangers were surrounding her.
From hundreds to thousands!
The disparity in strength is so great that no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to turn things around.
Tuoba Zhi's piano sound is still continuing, but with the number of strangers now, Tuoba Zhi's piano sound seems to have no effect.
Xiao Li and others were fighting to the death with the aliens.
"Kaka...kaka..."
Chu Yue's eyes were bloodshot, her knees were completely bent, and she was about to kneel down.
And directly in front of her was the man sitting in the king's tent.
He was like a high-ranking emperor, accepting the worship of his new ministers.
"Xiaoyue, you are still not good at all as always."
The evil king sighed softly.
The sound of "Little Moon" made Chu Yue's pupils suddenly shrink.
These words have a familiar feeling.
Is it the Seventh Prince?
No......
no!
She saw the body of the Seventh Prince in the coffin of the City Lord's Mansion.
She has the power of Shennong at her disposal, so she will never be wrong.
Suddenly, Chu Yue thought of a secret that had been sealed for many years, and her red lips opened slightly.
At this moment, her knees were just a split second away from the ground.
Xie Zimo sighed: "I thought the knees of the two gods of war could be so hard, but it turns out they are nothing more than that. You should kneel down, you still have to kneel down. Ye Chuyue, why don't you kneel down and worship your new master?"
Countless pairs of eyes looked at Chu Yue's knees.
"Don't kneel!"
Qin Qianqian rushed over, glaring and shaking her head: "No, don't kneel! Ye Chuyue! Aren't you very capable? Don't kneel, don't!"
Xie Zimo frowned. When Qin Qianqian reached out to the stranger, the sword cut down and broke Qin Qianqian's right arm.