The battle in Night City has reached a fever pitch, and the warriors on both sides have no choice but to rush forward, and if they continue to fight, they will either win and cheer in celebration, or die in the battle, or become prisoners of others.

No one is willing to die, and no one wants to be a prisoner.

At this moment, the warriors on both sides were holding their breath and were ruthless in their desire to win the victory.

Blood, corpses, stumps, and wails are intertwined to paint an incomparably heroic and brutal picture.

Shangguan Tianfeng's figure appeared three hundred steps away from the night city wall.

After a few days of fighting, his mentality has changed a lot, he no longer thinks that he is as optimistic as before, preconceived that victory is in hand, and he is not discouraged, constantly commanding the army to charge, ascending the city, quietly waiting for the last moment to come.

Some rebels climbed the city wall, ruthlessly wielding long knives, cutting off the heads of the defenders, but the defenders' counterattack was also extremely bloody, the sharp spears directly penetrated the chest of the rebels, and then brazenly provoked the rebels and smashed into the city.

Yun Congfei was covered in blood, and after a day and a night's rest, he recovered the misaligned joints, but it was too late to recuperate, so he could only go to the city to fight, the situation was pressing, even if he felt incomparably severe pain every time he swung the long knife in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

- This is war.

- War is for people to die, and there is no such thing as benevolence and friendship, and no one will sympathize with you, whether there are babies and old mothers to take care of, and whether you are seriously injured and incapacitated...... It will keep an eye on you, and when you show a hint of tiredness, it will unceremoniously snatch away your voice.

Let out a roar of rage.

The long knife in Yun Congfei's hand slashed out, splitting a rebel who had just poked his head out and wanted to enter the city in two, blood splattering, blocking his vision.

The sharp pain in his arm made his face twist, and he took a few steps back, took a few deep breaths, and leaned against the wall to take a moment to rest.

The situation of Yuan An and Liu Qingzhu is not much better, and under the strong siege of Wan Chongxiao and Bai Jingyu, they can only be tired of coping.

Mr. Hua's body appeared on the city wall like a ghost.

Looking at the defenders of the Night City who were gradually about to fall into the downwind, a cold light appeared in Mr. Hua's expression, a simple gesture was made, and the silent Blizzard Army appeared again, under the masked black cloth, revealing a pair of cold eyes, the movement was swift and fast, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight forward, facing the rebels.

As the Blizzard Army appeared on the city wall, it seemed that the temperature above the city wall was a few degrees lower.

Wan Chongxiao, who had been trying to kill Yuan An, couldn't help but change his expression, let out an angry shout, and his body quickly headed towards the Blizzard Army, the spear in his hand moved, and the gun picked a line, stabbing at a Blizzard Army with incomparably domineering power.

This Blizzard didn't have the slightest hint of fear.

The body involuntarily withdrew backwards, and at this moment, the spear in his hand also stabbed out, stabbing towards Wan Chongxiao with a cold glow.

Meanwhile.

This Blizzard army has at least six spears by his side, assassinating Xiang Wan Chongxiao.

Wan Chongxiao's expression changed, and the spear's attack suddenly changed, and it swept out, as if the oars were breaking through the water, and the spear that was assassinating him was pushed away.

The silent Blizzard Army continued to move forward, and this time the number of spears assassinated was even larger, and it stabbed Wan Chongxiao with fierce might.

Wan Chongxiao had to retreat.

The expression became a little ugly, in Wan Chongxiao's eyes, a cold light appeared, and with one step, his body rose to the sky, and the spear in his hand struck down in the air, carrying a fierce might, and the whimpering wind sounded, and the power on the spear could be seen.

The Blizzard Army was still slowly advancing, as if they had completely ignored Wan Chongxiao's existence.

The spear fell, and the power was amazing.

At the last moment, except for the Blizzard army in the first row, all the Blizzard troops raised their spears in unison.

In an instant, countless cold rays appeared.

Wan Chongxiao's expression changed again.

Twisting the spear's attack, stabbing downward, using this strength, his body flew backwards flexibly like a bird.

Continuously withdraw ten zhang away.

Wan Chongxiao stood still, looking at the Blizzard Army slowly advancing, his expression became solemn - the Blizzard Army was really terrifying, both the cooperation and the grasp of the opportunity were extremely perfect, and there was almost no flaw.

What kind of army is this?

How exactly is it trained?

Why is it so strong?

Wan Chongxiao's heart was constantly thinking and uncertain.

——

With the addition of the Blizzard Army, the pressure on the city wall was suddenly much less.

Yuan An gasped for breath, threw a long knife that was already a curly blade directly to the ground, and used internal force to moisten the wound, Yuan An constantly observed the situation on the battlefield.

The Blizzard Army is slowly advancing, silently, like a ghost crawling out of hell, constantly harvesting the lives of the rebels, but the place above the city wall is narrow, and the Blizzard Army is unable to exert a formation advantage at all, which also makes them lose the powerful deterrent power of yesterday, and the rebels are also frantically starting to attack, although the combat effectiveness of the Blizzard Army is amazing, but under the continuous siege of the rebels, their casualties are not small.

The battle gradually became stalemate.

Yuan An looked at the people who kept falling, and his expression showed a trace of unbearability - the two armies clashed, and what he was most afraid of was such a situation, once it was stuck, it would mean that more people would die, which he was very unwilling to see.

……

……

Standing outside the battlefield, looking at the stubborn battlefield, he slowly shook his head.

That's what she doesn't want to see.

If it were for this small night city, it would be too much to gain if too many people died.

"That's the fate......"

The mirror let out a whisper.

In an instant, a powerful aura swept out from the body of the mirror of the platform, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the white clouds, which originally looked extremely leisurely, seemed to be frightened and scattered in all directions.

The right hand of the mirror slowly stretched out.

A sword gradually appeared in his hand, the blade of which was smooth as silk, and it seemed to be a sparkling lake, shimmering with a strange luster.

Hold on to your sword.

The aura emanating from the mirror of the platform was even more powerful, and the powerful power rose to the sky, and the mighty internal force swept out, and above the long sword, a sword roar suddenly came out.

(End of chapter)