Hong Ding, the general of the allied army in Dongcheng, died on the spot, and his commander was unprepared for the death of the general, so that his soul was scattered, terrified, and lost the ability to think, and he did not immediately turn his horse's head in order to avoid the heavy blow of the enemy, and in that moment of lightning and thunder, he was pierced through his midbelly by a brave and fierce man in Xicheng, and the bronze cuirass could not resist the heavy bronze spear, and the tip of the spear pierced deep into his stomach; he gasped for breath, and threw out a sturdy chariot; the good man who killed was the son of the strong-hearted Stoll, and he killed the driver, and immediately came and picked up the horse that pulled the cart, from the people of Dongcheng, bring this exquisite chariot back to the formation of the sturdy Xicheng people.

At the same time, Hongwu, the fifth son of Hongskin, with grief over Hongding's death, approached Menius and threw a shining bronze spear, but Menius stared at his movements, bent down to dodge the flying spear, and crouched behind the round battle shield, which he usually used, a solid cowhide, with a glittering copper ring, and two sleeves, he curled up behind the round shield, and the bronze spear flew overhead, brushing the shield surface, making a rough sound! Prior to this, all of Lafeng's 14 sons, from Rada to 14, had been killed on the battlefield! This 15-year-old was not qualified to go to the battlefield, but because of his tall physique, he was also indiscriminately mixed in, and he was hit on the liver under the diaphragm, which immediately softened his knees and legs, and threw himself into the dust on the ground; Hongwu was ecstatic and boasted loudly: "La 15 is dead! But this revenge has been avenged!" Tell you that on the way to Hell, when he knocks on the door of this powerful angel of Hell, he will be full of excitement, for I have sent him an attendant, a companion of his companions!"

Hearing this blowing, the people of Dongcheng were all full of sorrow, and the bright Rashi was even more excited, but in spite of his sadness, he did not want to leave his companions and brothers, but rushed over, straddled both sides of Rafifteen, and shielded his body with a huge shield, and then two of his close companions, Rafi and Rafivi, bent down behind the shield, set up Rafifteen, carried him back, and trampled on the wounded man's terrible groan.

None of his fury slowed down, and he was always fighting bravely, either to cover the people of the East City in the deep darkness of the night, or to give his life to save the people of the West City from disaster.

On the eastern side of the battlefield there was a famous warrior, the hero of the Almighty, whose name was the White Eagle, the son-in-law of Anchises, who married his eldest daughter, Hippodamea, whom her father and noble mother loved very much, and who was of great beauty and the most ingenious of all the girls of the same age in the deep and wide household, so that she was married by a wrestler's wife, the bravest hero in the vast land of the eastern city, and this was the White Eagle, and yet, by the help of Menius's hands, the angel of the earth slew him, and the angel bewildered his bright eyes, and slowed his straight legs, so that he could neither run nor dodge, but stood uprightLike a pillar, or a towering tree, the branches and foliage were luxuriant, and the hero Menius stabbed him, and when he shot him in the chest, he broke through the bronze armor of the talisman, and until then, this armor had been shielding him from death, and the bronze on the armor suddenly cracked, unable to withstand the impact of the spear. The dayhawk fell to the ground with a thud, his heart clasped to the tip of the spear, still beating, shaking the end of the spear, and just like that, the mighty angel of war stopped his rage.

Menius was overjoyed and boasted: "Now, Hongwu, we have no one to lose, what do you say? Kill the three of you in exchange for one of us, what do you have to brag about? Come here, poor thing, come and stand in front of me, and see what kind of person I am, I am a warrior blessed by the Almighty, come here, come and fight with you! I am your nemesis, yes, against you, your father, and all the soldiers and people of Dongcheng!"

After hearing this, Hongwu hesitated in his heart, and weighed whether to go back first, and find another strong-hearted Dongcheng as a companion, or to do it and fight with him alone? Dad, I know that your old man is old and strong, now, I need your fighting power to protect your son, if you will grieve the death of your loved ones, go quickly, fight to protect your son who is not yet dead, now, Menuus, the famous gunslinger, has put down several of your sons and killed them on the battlefield!"

The words stirred up anger in Hongskin's chest, and he rushed towards Menius, eager to fight.

However, Menius was not afraid at all, what was he afraid of? An old man! His young son, who was as fierce as a tiger and a leopard, was still slain by him! Menius stood firmly, like a wild boar on a mountain, confident in his bravery, and stood waiting for his approaching opponents, a great crowd of people, in a desolate place, with his mane on his back, his eyes sparkling with fire, grinding his fangs, and angry in anticipation of defeating the dog and the hunter.

In this way, Menius, the famous gunman, stood on his legs, and did not give a step in the face of the sweeping Hongskin, and he beckoned his companions, shouted loudly, and glanced at Hongwu and seven or eight other generals, and urged them to the bravery of the two roaring battlefields on his side, and sent winged words, and shouted: "Come here, my friend, help me!" I am alone, and I am afraid of the quick-footed Hongskin, who is rushing towards me, strong and strong enough to kill the brave soldiers in battle, this man is old and strong, and he is the most wise and brave man in life, and if we are the same age, as we have the same fighting passion, then we will immediately decide the winner, either he wins, or I win!"

With that, the crowd swarmed up, taking their positions, holding the same convictions, shielding their shoulders with shields.

On the other side of the battlefield, Hounskin was also calling his companions, his eyes scanning the commanders such as Hongwu and Noji, and the soldiers flocked behind them, like sheep following the rams leading the way, leaving the meadow and going to the water's edge to drink, so that the income could see the joy of the heart; just like that, Hounskin's heart was full of joy, and he watched the large crowd of soldiers follow him.

The two armies rushed to the side of Hongskin, fighting in close combat, brandishing thick spears and spears, projecting at each other, striking the bronze armor fastened to their chests, making a terrible sound.

In the fierce battle, there are two active generals, unusually brave and unmatched, that is, Hongskin in the East City and Menus in the West City, mortals who can compete with angels, holding ruthless bronze spears, looking forward to destroying each other's flesh and skin.

Hunsgene threw his spear first, but Menius kept an eye on his movements, dodging the bronze spear, which bit the mud, bobbing back and forth at the end of the rod, and his big stout hand lost a spear in vain.

However, one of the generals who shot at the Middle East City was none other than Rala 16, who had just returned to the battlefield with his wounded Rak-15! The spear was struck in the abdomen of Rallax, piercing through the void of the breastplate, and the internal organs burst out of the bronze armor; the latter immediately fell to the ground, grabbed the mud and dust, and died on the spot!

Menius drew his spear from the corpse, but he was no longer able to remove the shining armor from the shoulders of the deceased, for the enemy's spears swooped down on him, causing him to retreat again and again, his legs weakened, and the strength of his past was gone, and he could neither pounce after throwing his spear nor dodge the flying guns.

And so, he stood there, resisting the relentless advance of the day of death, unable to run fast on his legs and feet, carrying him out of battle.

As he moved back, Hongwu, with incomprehensible hatred, threw a shining spear, but it did not hit, but knocked down another of the warriors of the West City, Morforths, and the heavy spear pierced him in the shoulder, and Morfos rolled and fell to the ground, clutching the mud and dust, and immediately died of exhaustion.

But the angel of war, who was of great stature and shouted loudly, knew nothing of the situation here, and did not know that his protector Morfors had fallen to his death in the heat of battle, and that the angel of war, who was now sitting idly on Mount Catherine, was leisurely hiding under the golden clouds, subject to the will of the boss Satan, and was forbidden to intervene in the battle like the other angels.

On the ground, the two armies rushed to Hongwu's side, fighting in close combat, and Hongwu snatched the shining helmet from Morfus's corpse, but Menes, a fighter comparable to the swift Angel of War, pounced on Hongwu and shot Hongwu in the arm, and the bronze helmet with eyelets fell from Hongwu's hand and slammed into the mud.

Menes struck again, like an eagle, snatching the heavy spear from Hongwu's shoulder, and turned back to his companions.

At the same time, one of the generals of Dongcheng, Hongwu's brother Hongji, took Hongwu and his brother by his waist with both hands, and walked away from the bitter battle to the side of the horse; they stood and waited behind, avoiding the battle and fighting, carrying the chariot made by the craftsmen, preparing for the needs of the generals in front; the horses were driven back to the city, and the wounded let out a terrible groan, endured the severe pain, and blood gushed from the newly wounded wounds and flowed along the arms.

However, the warriors were still fighting, rolling in the noise of killing, Hongskin pounced on Huda, and threw a sharp spear, piercing his throat and neck, and at that time, Huda was turning around and facing the head of the spear, and the heavy bronze spear pierced Huda's neck, and his head fell to the side, and the shield smashed the corpse, along with the fallen helmet, and the death that destroyed the courage covered his body.

At the same time, Murkos in Xicheng, his eyes were fixed on Hong Geng, seeing him turn around and run away, he pounced, shot out, and stabbed out the entire vein, this tube was along the back, straight to the neck, Mercos's heavy spear smashed out the entire vein, Hong Geng fell to the ground on his back, spread out his limbs, stretched out his hands, and seemed to be asking for help.

Moscow rushed forward, trying to snatch the armor from his shoulder, and he looked vigilantly from side to side. The people of the East City were charging from all sides, throwing their spears against the great shining shields, but they could not pierce them, nor could they pierce the bright flesh of Murkos with their merciless bronze spears, and around him, the Angels of the Broken Earth shielded the Son of Stoll, and could not hurt him even in this dense rain of guns. Mercos never shy away from the enemy, but bravely faced them, wielding his spear with all his might, without stopping for a moment, bent on knocking down the enemy, with his throwing spear, or through close combat.

At the same time, Rashi of the eastern city, seeing Mercos aiming with his gun in the melee, rushed over, and stabbed a sharp bronze spear nearby, piercing it in the middle of the shield, but the Angel of the Broken Earth broke Rashi's spear and prevented him from taking the life of Antilochus, half of the bronze spear was inserted into Merkos's shield, like a blackened stake, and the other half fell into the mud.

In order to save his life, Rashi retreated to his companions, and just as he was running back, Menes followed closely and threw his spear, striking Rashi between his genitals and navel, and the painful war killed the wretched mortal, and the pain suffered in this area was the most intense.

Rashi was deeply pierced by the spear, he bent the barrel of the spear, panting, like a bull on the mountain, bound by a shepherd's rope with a rope, dragged and walked, and it struggled all the way to resist; just like this, he endured the pain and panted, but it was not long, and in only a moment, Rashi fell to the dust! The hero Menes did not hesitate, and walked forward, and pulled the spear from him, and the thick ink fog blinded his eyes, and he had no choice but to go to the underworld.

At this point, the last remaining son of Lafeng fell to the ground, and the first fourteen sons in sequence were dead.

In close combat, Menos struck Yinshan in Dongcheng, and the eldest son of Noyin, his broad-edged sword, slashed at Yinshan's temple, and with that thick bronze sword, it was extremely heavy, and beat Yinshan's hat and helmet to pieces, and his head fell to the ground, rolling all the way, along the feet of the soldiers, and was picked up by a Xicheng man. The darkness of the night blinded Yin Shan's eyes, and his spear and bow were both useless, and before he could play them, he had become useless.

Grief gripped Noyin's heart, and Meraus, who roared on the battlefield, brandished his sharp spear, and bravely advanced and attacked Noyin, and the two of them attacked at the same time, one threw a sharp spear, and threw a spear at a gallop, and the other led the string to release the arrow, and Noyin shot an arrow into the opponent's chest, right on the bend of the breastplate, but the deadly arrow was bounced back; 。

At the same time, Meraus of the roaring battlefield threw his spear, and although it did not hit Noyin, it struck his second son, Yinshui, and the bronze spear pierced through the clenched fist, and held the shiny bow shaft, and destroyed his weapon; in order to save his life, Yinshui retreated to his companions, hanging from his wounded hand, and dragging the wooden barrel of the gun; his father, Noyin, took the spear from his hand and wrapped the wound with tightly woven wool.

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