From the time Yan Li sent someone to ask for help, it was only three hours now, and if the reinforcements could arrive within the expected time, it would be two hours later.

And since the start of the war, only half an hour has passed.

In half an hour, the battle has entered the white heat, and there is no room for retreat.

Sun Lei tightened the lance in his hand, a delicate face was full of fortitude, with the aftermath of killing the desert warriors with one blow, the lance danced wildly, and several deserted people were swept away by him.

He fought and retreated, and soon retreated into the canyon.

Behind the canyon between the cliffs is the entrance to the camp in the West Mountain, a simple fortification, which looks so weak at the moment, a few desolate people can break through it with a rush.

Sun Lei retreated to the canyon, and with the size of a deserted man, he could only seven or eight in parallel, and the drama could only be four at most. As soon as he retreated into the mouth of the valley, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the lance danced in the wind, like a wild sand on the flat ground.

"Be careful!"

Sun Lei was about to kill, when he suddenly heard a warning, and his heart sank, and he saw a desolate warrior with a white bone chain around his neck crossing a row of desolate people in front of him, and the whole person pounced on him.

The lance flipped and slammed forward.

The desolate warrior laughed wildly, grabbed the lance and twisted it, and "snapped" several times, a dark light wave flashed on his body, and the big fist of the casserole smashed into Sun Lei's face.

Sun Lei's delicate face was completely deformed, he snorted, hit the stone wall with a "bang", and slid down with a few grains of rubble, never moving again.

"Leizi!" Zhang Donglin's face was almost distorted, he and Sun Lei had grown up together since childhood, like brothers, his iron fan weighing more than forty pounds turned into a stick, and smashed it at the desolate soldier with a stick.

It's a pity that this desolate warrior is different from Fang Cai, his state is in his heyday, even if he takes this stick hard, it doesn't matter, so he just raised his hand to block it, and then blocked the stick, and then grabbed the stick with a cruel smile, and flicked it in the air a few times, Zhang Donglin flew out, and happened to hit the stone wall next to Sun Lei.

"Leizi, wake up!" he slipped down, ignoring his injuries, helped Sun Lei up, and when he sniffed, his whole face was distorted, "Leizi!"

He jerked his head back, his eyes red, "Dog mongrel, I want your life!"

At this time, the defenders of the camp finally came out and rushed to the desolate warriors like a tide.

The desolate warrior laughed cruelly, a dark wave of light welling up from his body, and the probe slapped a wolf knife away, grabbing the neck of one of the soldiers. The soldier's neck was more fragile than a chicken, and it snapped at the slightest grab.

His hands clawed left and right in the crowd, and if he grabbed him, he would die, but the weapons of the soldiers did not pose the slightest threat to him.

With this spearhead, the army of desolate men poured into the canyon.

"Die!" Zhang Donglin brandished an iron rod and rushed over, stabbing the desolate warrior in the abdomen.

Boom!

He had already used all his strength in this blow, but the desolate warrior only took two steps back before he stood still, with a sinister smile on his face, and rushed up again at an even more frantic speed, reaching out to grab Zhang Donglin's neck.

Zhang Donglin struck a blow with hatred, and he vented his strength, but the consequence in exchange was that it was difficult to change his moves.

At this moment, his strength was exhausted, and he didn't have time to react.

At this moment, another shadow fell from the sky, and the majestic figure was not much better than that of the desolate man.

It was Wang Chuan, who shouted violently, and fought fist to fist with the desolate warrior, and slammed into one place fiercely.

This time, the battle was evenly matched, and both sides took two steps back.

However, Wang Chuan fell from the sky, and the desert warriors responded in a hurry and made a judgment.

Wang Chuan's face was solemn: "Donglin, you and your brothers must hold the valley mouth! This is our last front, once it is lost, Rongcheng will be in danger." ”

Speaking of which, with the strength of a battalion, to resist a legion of desolate people is tantamount to an egg hitting a stone, and it is simply beyond one's own strength.

Zhang Donglin glared at the desolate warrior hatefully, but he didn't dare to disobey: "Oh!"

Who knew that the words fell, his eyes bulged out, he vomited a mouthful of blood, looked down, his chest was pierced by a long-haired hand, and only then did there be a cruel smile of a desolate warrior behind him.

It turned out that at some point, another desert warrior rushed into the canyon.

"Donglin!" Wang Chuan's eyes were cracking, and he rushed over.

Zhang Donglin smiled miserably, exerted all his strength, and poured all his vitality into the iron rod, which suddenly stretched out, and the port suddenly became a sharp cone, and a muffled sound of "poof" pierced the throat of the desolate warrior who attacked Wang Chuan from behind.

The desolate warrior didn't believe it until he died, Zhang Donglin still had this hand.

As soon as Zhang Donglin died, the desolate army became even more unscrupulous, and more than 100 people fell in less than half a cup of tea in the canyon.

The canyon, which is not twenty feet long, is full of stumps, broken arms, and dead heads.

This is simply a mantis arm as a car, and the rest of the soldiers have been discouraged, and deserters have begun to appear.

Wang Chuan was already very difficult to resist a desert warrior, and he had no strength left to manage.

He couldn't help yelling: "Hu doesn't return, it's not okay?"

"Okay!" At this moment, Hu Bugui jumped down from the cliff and forced back the desolate warriors who were fighting with Wang Chuan with one sword.

Surprisingly, Zhao Qiping also jumped down.

When he first entered the fifth grade, he was not proficient in the control of vitality, and when he fell, he almost fell into the mud.

"Lord Captain!" he gasped and ran to Wang Chuan's side.

"Well done!" Wang Chuan patted him on the shoulder.

"Horizontal and vertical is death, killing one more is one!" Zhao Qiping gritted his teeth and said, "I am also a cavalry captain, how can I watch you fight hard from behind!"

Wang Chuan nodded heavily and beckoned to the remaining soldiers, "All return to the camp!"

Zhao Qiping suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Lord Captain, two more desolate warriors have sneaked in!"

"Then let them die together!" Wang Chuan sneered and turned around and rushed to the camp.

Zhao Qiping picked up Zhang Donglin's stick and followed behind.

Wang Chuan forced back several desolate people, and shouted at the same time: "Lose!"

Several soldiers who had already been prepared on the cliff immediately dropped more than a dozen thunderbolts.

Boom Boom!

The canyon was shrouded in firelight. The three desolate warriors were buried by the fire and died directly.

These dozen thunderbolts are Hu Bugui's private property, which he purchased from the home of a folk craftsman when he was a merchant in his early years, but he didn't expect to be used in this place.

The Thunderbolt is simple to make and powerful, a Thunderbolt can kill a Desolate Warrior, but it is extremely difficult to store, and will explode almost as soon as it touches sunlight. Due to process limitations, it must be stored in a low temperature environment.

Hu Bugui has been buried deep in the ground of the camp, so it took a lot of time to dig it up.

In this bombing, the desolate army suffered heavy losses, not only killed three desolate soldiers, but also more than 200 desolate elites were blown to pieces, and the canyon was almost bloody.

Wang Chuan roared wildly: "Now there is only one way to die as a deserter, it is better to rush up and fight with the desolate people, kill one back, kill two to make money, even if it is not for the sake of the saint, for the relatives and children in your family, what is a life? If it is a man, kill it with me!"

After speaking, he took the lead and rushed forward, Hu Bugui and Zhao Qiping followed, and the rest of the soldiers hesitated, finally gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

"You still don't make a move?" Ji Paper Kite couldn't help but say.

Yan Li said, "Do you think I should make a move?"

Ji Paper Kite wanted to speak and stopped, was silent for a moment, and sighed faintly: "They are all good men, why were they relegated to this place, do you know?"

"Righteousness slaughters more dogs. Yan Li said lightly.

Ji Paper Kite sighed again: "I thought it was the fairest place in the army. ”

"Salva and his men are going to make a move. Yan Li said suddenly.

Ji Paper Kite had already seen it and said, "Although we have suffered heavy losses, the enemy has lost more than a thousand desolate elites and seven desolate warriors, so we should have been unable to hold our breath a long time ago." ”

"When they make a move, my chance comes. Yan Lidao.

Ji Paper Kite said, "I can't let them disturb you. ”

Yan Li said: "I can't be disturbed, even if there is only one more desolate warrior, you are ready to collect the body for me." ”

"Wait. Ji Paper Kite suddenly stopped him.

Yan Li paused and turned his head to look at her.

"You ......," Ji Paper Kite hesitated, "you have to be careful." ”

"If I die, I will never become a ghost to haunt you. Yan Li's mood immediately became happy, when he was in a happy mood, the corners of his mouth always habitually rose slightly, when he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, there was always an indescribable evil spirit, as long as it was a girl who was just beginning to fall in love, he couldn't help but see his face red and his ears were hot.

"If you die, I will chant for you. "Ji paper kite seems to be like a girl, under the afterglow of the remnant sun, in the bleak autumn wind, in the bloody Shura field, in front of the young man who is about to enter the youth, dyed her face red, like a peach blossom that blooms in the season when it should not be in full bloom.

The four eyes are facing each other, and they do not move for a long time.

The sword sings softly, accompanied by peach blossoms, as if they are separated forever, but they are never dependent on each other. The remnant sun, the autumn wind, and the blood, are like fireworks blooming for them.

The torch that blocked time and space let out a heavy sigh.

"I'll lose you a question, why don't you ask?" said Ji Zhiyuan.

Jian Yin was interrupted suddenly, like a teenager who was intoxicated with fantasy, forcibly pulled back, and in the face of the cruel reality, Yan Li's smile disappeared, and his angular face was as cold as an ice sculpture.

He turned around: "Don't ask now." ”

"Why?" said Hime.

Yan Li said: "It only makes sense if I survive." ”

Ji Paper Kite said: "You ask now, I promise to answer you no matter what the question is." But if you ask later, I might change my mind. ”

"That's when you were sincere. ”

Yan Li jumped off the cliff. His back is neither majestic nor tragic, like a fleeting shadow that will disappear at any time.

But dusk, stretching his shadow very long.

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