After Lin Jinrong joined, the momentum of the entire battlefield was invigorated, and the ghost clan that had already killed the head of the city was pressed down again.

"Zhou Ziqian, you now bring the cavalry in the city out of the east gate for me, and give me the foundation of the ghost clan, can you do it?" Lin Jinrong's figure who disappeared into the crowd came with the next battle order.

Zhou Ziqian bit the root of his teeth, and his eyebrows jumped a few times involuntarily: "I don't dare to say that I can do it when I sleep, but what my subordinates can guarantee is that as long as my subordinates are still or will keep moving forward." ”

"Okay, I'll watch you from the walls. Lin Jinrong laughed bloodily.

Hopefully, the cold temperatures didn't freeze the ground, and the cavalry could still exert their power.

He knew that this was a way that Wuhou had no choice, if the cavalry did not attack, the lives of these Lin family troops would really have to be explained here.

"Charge. Zhou Ziqian, the supreme commander of the cavalry of the Lin family's army, made a majestic voice.

The cavalry jumped onto their most loyal comrades, scrambled to catch them, rolled up streaks of dust and smoke, and launched a vast and awe-inspiring attack with a formidable force.

The iron hooves landed on the ground, like a flowstone hitting a waterfall, stirring up in all directions, and the offensive of the torrent was unstoppable.

In Zhou Ziqian's view, this was an extremely aggrieved battle, and it seemed that the moment he sat on the war horse seemed to be the beginning of his battle.

Zhou Ziqian didn't take all the cavalry with him, and his intuition told him that the people who stayed behind should be able to help Wuhou.

After the 20,000 cavalry that came out of the East City Gate pulled to the side of the ghost cavalry, Zhou Ziqian did not hesitate to launch their first charge on the border of Daliang.

In addition to the 20,000 people he took away, there were only less than 20,000 soldiers left in Longxi City.

Zhou Ziqian knew that this was a battle, even if he couldn't return to the hot land of Canghai City.

With the bitter thunder wind, the cavalry of the Lin family army took a steady ride and began to walk into the blood-bathed battlefield in front of them.

Dense with spears and cold armor flickering with cold light, they were a group of humanoid killing machines, strong, cruel, ruthless, and furious. It's like a pack of wolves, forever devouring everything in front of them.

The pride of the Lin family, who had always been defensive, was displayed in front of the ghost people for the first time.

Under the command of Shaodian, the ghost clan people who had entered more than 10,000 people automatically broke away from the main battlefield of the siege, and looked at the human beings who galloped towards them and were incomparably small in their eyes.

The moment the two teams touched, there was a boom, and a tornado seemed to rise in the flat ground, sweeping in all directions, blood splashing, and lives were rapidly draining.

On the one hand, he is the most powerful cavalry in the world, and on the other hand, he is a ghost warrior who is different from ordinary people, and every time he makes contact, he brings huge casualties to the other party, and the casualties are so big that everyone is heartbroken.

For Zhou Ziqian, this is certainly not an ordinary charge.

For the charge ended almost a moment after it began.

The terrible screams, the unwilling cries, the flying blood and the magnificent scene of the man turning on his back formed a tragic scene.

This is the most difficult battle Zhou Ziqian has fought since he joined the army.

The addition of cavalry eased the pressure on the city wall, but the cold air and the heavy snow that continued to fall were still things that Lin Jinrong and Lin Jiajun needed to overcome.

At this moment, the east gate of Longxi City was knocked by a large group of people.

"Master Hou, the reckless people came to help, let them in?"

"Tell them to have what they can do, go outside and don't mess with me here. After Lin Jinrong pierced the chest of the ghost clan man in front of him, he laboriously pulled out his gun.

"It is said that it is General Peng Zhanyi's order, if you don't let them go through the process, I'm afraid it won't be acceptable on face. ”

"Then let them stay in the city. Lin Jinrong gasped and patted the soldiers who came to report the news.

"Yes, Master Hou. Obviously, this soldier guarding the east gate did not expect that the war in Xicheng would be so tragic, he stepped on the two-story high corpse, walked in front of the Hou Ye, and after seeing the true face of the ghost clan, he actually shed a cold sweat in this cold temperature, although it immediately condensed.

Da Mang's 3,000 men were led by an unknown young Zhonglang general, who replaced Ye Yang 11's Northern Qin soldiers.

The Zhonglang general didn't seem to have obvious hostility, and he had a tacit understanding with the Lin family's army.

Lin Jinrong panted and withdrew from the front-line battle, and patted the face of the herald behind him who was frozen purple. "Let the reckless general come over. ”

The corner of the herald's eyes obviously lit up, and even his body trembled, and he took the order again and again.

Xing Jianqiu leaned over from nowhere, obviously not so relieved of the Da Mang people, the mortal enemy of a hundred years, if he really sincerely joined forces to fight the enemy, it would be hell.

The reckless Zhonglang will walk up to the city, and a team of more than a dozen people behind him was first shocked by the tragic battle, his face was a little ugly, and then when he saw Lin Jinrong, he became a little restrained.

"What's your name. Lin Jinrong looked at the sword in his hand and asked.

"Back to Wuhou, my surname is Lu. In the big mangguan to the middle general, I have fought with you before. ”

"General Lu. This battle is not easy to fight. In less than two hours, 10,000 people had fallen on the wall. Lin Jinrong obviously didn't want to continue to talk to him about too many things on the border.

"Yes, General Di specially sent me, hoping to help the general. ”

"Oh, Di Yun is willing to give up the three thousand cloud cavalry he has worked so hard to cultivate?"

"How do you know I'm a cloud cavalry?"

"You hold your sword like a scholar. So you should use a gun. Lin Jinrong laughed.

"Wuhou is really extraordinary. ”

"Let's not talk nonsense, help me guard the cavalry passage, and don't let the ghost people in the gap in the western wall enter the city. ”

"Okay, I'll do my best. The voice of the general was a little trembling.

It seems that the body is frozen by the cold snow.

On Lin Jinrong's left, there were ghost clansmen who broke through the encirclement again, and Bi Kongqing's people obviously hadn't pulled out of the other place yet. Lin Jinrong sighed and wanted to take the spear behind him.

"Then don't ......" Lin Jinrong, who had not yet said the word send, suddenly rose in tone.

Because a cold light flashed in the corner of his eye, a silver dagger suddenly fell from the cuff of the middle general, and a string of strange runes lit up on the dagger.

And the eyes of the lieutenant general also changed from admiration to determination to death.

Assassination!! It was a long-planned assassination.

Lin Jinrong willingly let go of the spear, and the whole person fell backwards, because he knew that there was an old man behind him, an old man who could protect him and comfort him.

Xing Jianqiu sensed the killing intent of General Zhonglang before he escaped from the dagger, and did not draw his sword. Dealing with the juniors of this kind of Qingxu Realm, even Xing Lao, who has fallen into the Zhiwei Realm, still disdains it.

"Jiuli Academy?" Xing Jianqiu snorted, and with a wave of his right hand in the air, his entire body had already jumped high, sealing the path of the dagger that was bound to be obtained.

However, seeing that his full force was blocked, and the next moment he was about to die on the spot, the Zhonglang General did not have a trace of frustration, and even showed a trace of madness in his eyes.

Xing Jianqiu was puzzled, but when he waved his hand as a knife, and the essence he spit out turned into a sharp sword, cutting off the knife-holding arm of General Zhonglang, he finally came back to his senses.

Lin Jinrong, who had lost his center of gravity, had already fallen on top of the layers of corpses, and the herald standing behind him threw down the red and green herald flag in his hand in a panic, and just when his hands were about to touch Lin Jinrong's body, a needle was exposed between his index finger and middle finger without anyone noticing.

The silver needle did not shine like an ordinary silver needle, but instead had a cyan light surrounding it.

Poisonous, Lin Jinrong immediately looked at the herald who had been by his side for many years, but was extremely unfamiliar at the moment, and his eyes showed incredibleness.

And Xing Jianqiu finally discovered this.

Why is this, a war that was supposed to be united, but now it has become an assassination of the commander of this war.

Even Lin Jinrong, who fell to the ground, became a little helpless at this moment, but he was still calm.