Listening to Nuowu's words, Ma Shi said heroically: "Haha, Ah Wu Xiansun, just with your voice 'Fifth Master', I will also fight for you, I will fight as you say, I will fight wherever you say, I will fight wherever I say, I will officially ask for war, and give me the most dangerous combat missions, such as climbing the enemy's city wall deep into the opponent's castle to capture the queen and princess alive or something, and I will guarantee the completion of the task, and I will never lose face to you, I only need half of the booty!"

As he spoke, the mace in his hand was raised violently and struck towards the sky.

Nuo Wu admired this kind of spirit very much, and he didn't expect that the soldiers of Mashi Scattering Fire would be like this, and they also raised a candle to burn the sky with a mace, and shouted in unison: "Absolutely not disgrace you!"

It was so loud that it startled Nowu!

At the same time, I was also very moved, those people were none other than him, either his grandfather or his uncle, they were all elders!

He relied on Nagato's advantage of running fast, and the younger generation developed quickly, so the average age segment was much younger than those uncles and grandfathers.

Then Marsh Safi continued, as if he had never said so much, and comforted him: "Believe me, we will be your strong and reliable comrades, no matter how young or small, as promised! ”

After hearing these words, Nuo Wu rejoiced in his heart, walked forward, walked through the dense crowd, and saw Nuo Chou and Nochou's younger brother Nuo Mao, these brothers not only look similar, but also very close to each other, so most of the time they act together, of course, Nuo Chou is called Big Ajax, and Nou Mao is also piggyback on being called Little Ajax.

And Noyin, the thirteenth son of Lamech, who was added to them, was incompatible with these two, so when they stood in line, they all parted ways, and Noyin went to the great city in the east with him, and it was he who wounded people with a secret arrow, and shot and wounded his fourth uncle, Maazsamu, and the two sides formed a mortal enmity. I saw that he was fully armed, and a large group of infantry stood around him. Like a shepherd who was watching the goats, he saw a dark cloud coming from the sea to the shore, with the majesty of the west wind, and in spite of the distant sea and sky, he saw that the clouds were as black as black paint, and were crossing the ocean, gathering a whirlwind, and the shepherd trembled, and drove the sheep into the cave. Just like that, the procession ran around the two brothers, a dense crowd, strong, blessed young soldiers, black and dark, carrying shields and spears with twisted fingers, facing the ferocity of war.

Seeing this, Nowu was glad in his heart, and shouted in winged words: "Two virtuous brothers, the leaders of the heroes in bronze armor, I need not give orders to you two virtuous brothers, for it is superfluous to urge you, and you have mobilized your subordinates to prepare for bloody struggles. Oh, oh, mighty one on high, if all my men had this spirit, then the castle of Nobing, the great eastern city, would bow down to us, be captured by us, and looted!"

After saying that, he parted with the two of them, and went on to tour the chiefs of the army, and saw that Stor, the eloquent orator, who was in fact the son of Lalai, the brother of old Lamech, was busy putting his ranks in order, and urging his companions to advance, and to be divided among the chiefs.

First of all, Stoll put the bravery of the driver in the front, and let the brave foot soldiers follow the rear of the palace as the backbone of the battle, and then drive the timid and afraid of death to the middle, so that even if some people are greedy for life, they have to fight hard.

Secondly, Stoll ordered the charioteers to hold on tightly to the reins and not to let the horses disrupt the formation: "No one is allowed to rush out of the ranks and fight alone with the men of the great eastern cities by virtue of his skill or bravery, nor shall he abandon the battle and retreat, which will be forced by the enemy." When the gunner in the cart encounters the enemy's chariot, he stabs the opponent with his spear - this is a close-quarters, fierce battle. That's how your predecessors stormed castles and smashed walls, with this tactic, this spirit. ”

The old man spoke loudly, using the old experience he had gained from previous battles to motivate his subordinates.

Seeing this scene, Nowu was happy in his heart, and shouted in winged words: "Old strong man, may your knees and legs be as full of youthful pride as your heart, and may you be as strong as ever." Alas, the inevitable twilight of mortal life has weakened you, and may some soldier take over your age, and you will become a young man in our ranks!"

Stoll, a master of the car, replied, "Yes, Noe, I wish I could be as strong as I was when I brought down a superior enemy general." However, the mighty one will not confer all the good on mortals at the same time, and if I had been young and strong then, and now I am a white-haired old man, I would nevertheless stand in the ranks of the riders, and urge them to fight, by admonition and orders, which are the right and glory of the old men, and the young gunners who would fight with spears, and these young and strong offspring who were far younger than me, confident in their own strength. ”

Stoll was the pride of his father Lalai, and the chariot troops he commanded were extremely powerful, so sometimes, when Lale made an oath to others, he used Stoll as a guarantee, saying that if someone broke the oath, Stoll would not let him go.

When he heard Storr's words, his heart rejoiced, and he walked forward, and saw another warrior, who was actually Storr's eldest son, Tengger, who was also an excellent chariot driver, standing idly in the crowd, doing nothing, surrounded by Athenian soldiers who were roaring on the battlefield.

Next to him were the resourceful Rogue, surrounded by a large group of elite, by no means vulnerable stragglers, who stood and waited together, not yet hearing the call for battle, and the sequence of going to battle was still just beginning to take shape.

Therefore, they just stood and waited, waiting for another brave brigade from the West City to go to the battlefield and pounce on the people of the East City to start a fierce battle.

Seeing such a scene, the commander of the whole army, Nowu, opened his voice and reprimanded in winged words: "Why are you two, Tengger and Noji, so scheming, shrewd and greedy, what is the matter? Why are you standing here, cowering, looking left and right? You two should be in the front row of the line, facing the scorching flames of war!" Don't forget, whenever our people set out the delicacies of the feast chief, you two were always the first to receive my invitation, you always let go of your belly, devour the roast meat to your heart's content, and drink the sweet syrup of honey, and now, when it is time for you to go to battle, you are happy to watch the warriors who have gone to war, there are already ten teams, and they are already fighting fiercely with merciless bronze spears!"

Hearing Nuo Wu's words, the resourceful Nuo Ji Evil Wolf looked at him fiercely and said: "What are these words, Fifth Brother, how can you allow them to pop out of your teeth? How can you say that I am holding back, in front of us to provoke the dangerous battle god and bring down the battle courage of Dongcheng? Look, if you are willing and willing, we will kill those brave first-class generals and horse trainers in Dongcheng, and I will not divide between you and me! Put away your nonsense, you are not babbling in front of us!"

Seeing that he was angry, he replied with a strong smile, and retracted his rebuke: "Resourceful and unlucky, my sixth brother, I should not reproach you too much, nor should I command you; Don't be surprised, it will all go away in the future, if we have just said something that hurts our feelings. May those who are high and mighty throw our angry words into the clouds!"

After Nowu finished speaking, he said goodbye to Nouji, and continued to tour the chiefs of the various armies, only to see the brave and mighty Medus, standing in a well-made chariot, behind the horse, and the commander of the whole army, Nowu, opened his voice and reprimanded with winged words: "What are you doing, son of an experienced horse trainer? Why do you retreat and stare at the battlefield of battle? This is not what you should do, how can you be so shy to huddle behind, you should always rush ahead of your fellows and strike at the enemy!"

Nowu was fierce, but the strong Modus did not reply, he had been subdued by the insults of the noble king.

"I do not complain against you, our commander," said the strong Mordes, "it is your honor that you are stirring up a great army with strong shins, that you want us to defeat the enemy and capture their castles, but if our warriors fall in pieces, you will suffer great pain." Come, let's open our hearts and embrace the fierce battle!"

With that, Modes jumped off the chariot with his legs raised, his feet on the ground, fully armed, and with the movement of his body, the bronze armor on his chest made a terrible sound, so powerful that even the enemy generals with a rock-like heart would tremble when they saw it.

At this time, the generals on both sides were urging their men to speed into the battlefield, just as the huge waves hit the beach with the sound of the waves, and the west wind swept up the peaks, wave after wave, first raising the water on the sea, and then flying down, rushing along the beach, the sound was like rolling thunder, the water waves arched, crashing against the abrupt rock wall, bursting out of the splashing waves, the troops under the command of the western city Nowu, one team after another, swarmed to the battlefield, and the leaders took their subordinates and bravely threw themselves into this huge meat grinder.

There were more people in the back, and the generals and soldiers marched quietly, as if to experience the peace of the last moment before throwing themselves into the war machine.

If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, one would never have imagined so many warriors, and all of them were intimidated by the majesty of the leaders, all of them closed their throats, and marched forward without saying a word, and all of them were covered in bronze light, and wore finely crafted armor.

The procession under the command of Nobing in the eastern part of the city was a different scene: like a flock of sheep, thousands of them, crowded into the farm of a wealthy and wealthy man, bustling with people, waiting to offer white fresh milk, squeezing with human hands, hearing the call of the lamb, bleating, and continuously.

In such a situation, the soldiers of the eastern city shouted loudly and crowded in a wide queue, they did not have a common word, a common language, so their speech was disorganized, because the soldiers were mixed with many families from Cain in the Far East.

They hurried to the trap of death, driven by the angels who provoked the war, and now fear drove them, and fought mercilessly under the instigation of the angels of riots and violence, and those angels sowed the seeds of hatred between the two armies, and walked through the flow of soldiers, and exacerbated the suffering of the people.

At this time, the commanders and warriors of the two sides on the battlefield have been intertwined, desperately fighting, the two armies meet, fierce battles on the slaughtering battlefield, shields and spears collide sonorously, samurai in bronze armor compete to kill, the leather shields of the central drum are pressed back and forth, the noise of the battle is shouted one after another, the cries of pain are accompanied by the cries of victory, the cries of the slain, the cries of the murderers, and the blood on the ground is red.

The men and horses on both sides, like two reckless torrents in winter, rushed down from the ridge and went straight to the ravine, and the mighty river merged into a torrent, carrying the rolling waves from the source, and flew to the bottom of the valley, and the sound was like thunder, and it reached the ears of the shepherds on the distant hillside.

Ma Shi Sa Huo took the lead in killing a leader of the soldiers in Dongcheng, that is, the brave general in the front row, that is, the son of Nuo Bing, the fire of the Binghu Ma Shi Huo suddenly threw a throwing spear, hit the protruding horn on the helmet of the top of the horse's mane, the copper tip pierced into the forehead of the Binghu, bit it deeply, and smashed the skull, like a thick black fog blinded the eyes of the Binghu.

Binghu fell to the ground and died in the fierce battle, like a collapsed wall.

He fell to the ground suddenly, and a fierce battle for the spoils ensued.

The powerful little Ajax, with a bold heart, grabbed Binghu's feet, dragged him out of the rain of spears, and tried to snatch the armor as fast as possible, but it backfired, and the act of seizing the armor was at the beginning.

As he dragged his corpse, the brave and powerful Nuo Yin saw his coercion, and his bent and hunched posture freed his ribs from the protection of the battle shield;

In order to fight for Nomao's body, the two sides started a bitter fight, and the people above were like hungry wolves, pounced on each other, and killed people.

In the fierce battle, Nochou killed Nochou's second son, C-Leopard, an unmarried young man in his prime. His mother gave birth to him on the banks of the great rivers of the Near East, and his father took him to the top of the mountains, where he tended to their flock, and that day he happened to hunt a leopard, so he named him C-leopard, and his body was as strong as a cheetah, but at the very beginning of the war, he was killed by his own uncle Nachou, and could no longer repay the grace of his beloved parents.

He lived a short life, and was shot in the right chest by the great warrior of great heart, because he was so brave that he charged forward, and the bronze spear pierced his chest and shoulder.

He tossed down the mud and dust, like a poplar tree, growing in a depression, on a large grass, with a smooth trunk but a branch at the top, and a chariot maker cut it down, and with a shining iron axe, prepared to bend him into a wheel and load it into a refined chariot.

The poplar lay on the shore, and the wind dried on its shore, and just like this, Noc's second son, Cing, lay on the ground, and died in Nochou's hands.

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