"Fight to the death!"

Qin Jin's ears reverberated with this roar, there were less than a thousand people still standing beside him, and the new force brought by Zheng Xianli had almost been completely destroyed under the fierce pounce of the big cannibal.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, the forward battalion has been exhausted, if you don't leave, if you don't leave, you will ......"

Zheng Xianli leaned on the ground with a Mo knife, barely supporting his body, because of the strength of the battle, there were at least more than ten wounds on his body, and blood was dripping down the blade.

The situation on the battlefield is so tangled, it is clear that the main force of the Shenwu Army is not far away, but who can believe that the big cannibal actually blocked the surprise attack launched by the main force of the Shenwu Army from the flank.

In the final analysis, it was the dampness of the firearms, which caused the combat effectiveness of the Shenwu Army to be damaged, and in the end, it could only be fought by the real sword and flesh, but it was a pity that Qin Jin used himself as a bait to attract the main force of the big cannibal and only fought to a draw.

In fact, the field combat ability of the Great Cannibal is superior or even more than that of the Shenwu Army.

Qin Jin gritted his teeth, his armor was also stained with blood, thanks to the excellent protective properties of the iron armor, there were only some skin injuries on his body, and there was not much damage.

"Let's go, if the battle is fought to this point, we must not go, even if we fight to the last person, this flag must not fall!"

Zheng Xianli sighed, Qin Jin was right, at this point, there was no way to retreat, either a big victory or a big defeat!

But there are less than a thousand soldiers left around them, and all of them are injured, so it's unknown how long they can last!

I saw that the Mo knife in Qin Jin's hand was also curled, in Zheng Xianli's impression, Qin Jin has always been a strategic Confucian general, who would have thought that at a critical moment, he would be so brave.

Speaking of which, he really admired Dr. Feng's vision, and remembered that when he was in Xin'an City, Feng Changqing was very sure that this person was definitely not a thing in the pool, but an unborn talent of Yunwen Yunwu.

Until the Shenwu Army took control of the government, Zheng Xianli only thought that Qin Jin was a commander who was good at making plans, but now that he really responded to Feng Changqing's judgment, he could really carry a knife into battle and fight desperately in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain.

In fact, this is very dangerous, as the saying goes, swords and arrows have no eyes, if there is a slight mistake, even if Qin Jin holds a lot of power, his life is also fragile.

The only blame can only be blamed on Qin Jin for underestimating the strength of the Great Cannibal, and leaving a large number of troops in Tocharian and India!

Although the name India is a bit strange, after the Shenwu army conquered and integrated many small countries in the land of Tianzhu, he insisted on changing it to India, and he followed suit.

"Brother Zheng, isn't it a happy life for you and I to die here today?"

Qin Jin's tone was very ordinary, as if this was just an ordinary autumn outing, where was it like an extremely dangerous battlefield!

The cannibals' attack slowed down slightly, and they were able to breathe a sigh of relief, but this was only a chance to catch their breath, and soon, the leader launched an even more ferocious attack.

Qin Jin and Zheng Xianli glanced at each other, they knew that success or failure was in one fell swoop, and whether the main force led by Jiang Fengxiang could break through the battle line of the big cannibals became the top priority.

"Today, Zheng is willing to die with the prime minister, but the old revenge from ten years ago has not been avenged, so he can only regret and hate!"

Qin Jin laughed:

"Death is death, if you can set things right in the troubled times, and then go on an expedition to the Western Regions to Chen soldiers here, you won't go to this world in vain!"

The shouting of the big cannibal was getting closer and closer, Zheng Xianli clenched the Mo knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and said:

"The prime minister can see it, but Zheng is obsessed with the hatred of the year!"

"Until the last minute, you never know which side will win or lose!"

Qin Jin still spoke in a normal tone, as if this was just an ordinary discussion. Zheng Xianli didn't know how calm the prime minister was, and he could be so calm when the disaster was coming.

However, only Qin Jin himself knew that his heart was almost desperate, and he even regretted his reckless behavior for the self-confidence of his country, which really responded to the saying: The son of a daughter can't sit down!

There were only a dozen or so remaining guards guarding Qin Jin's side, and they were using their last bit of strength to protect their prime minister, their commander!

The big cannibal soldiers like a tide rushed over, the warriors of the forward battalion of less than a thousand people were like a broken ship, swaying up and down in the stormy waves, and Qin Jin's banner was like the highest mast, pointing firmly to the sky from beginning to end.

At the same time, Jiang Fengxiang was also caught in a tough battle, and as more and more big food soldiers returned to help, his room for progress became smaller and smaller.

On the surface, Jiang Fengxiang's face was gloomy, and he couldn't see much emotional fluctuations, but only he knew that his heart was already turbulent, like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and galloping towards ten thousand horses.

If the prime minister has misfortune in this battle, then he is the sinner of the Shenwu Army and the sinner of the Tang Dynasty, even if he dies, he will not be able to escape the blame.

Jiang Fengxiang sighed secretly in his heart, no matter how hateful he was, no matter how anxious he was, he had no better way.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield was deadlocked, he was even ready to apologize for his crimes, but after thinking about it again, if Qin Jin died, the Shenwu army would be leaderless, and he would ...... again Then these Shenwu troops on the battlefield may become fat sheep in the mouth of the hungry wolf.

Always under this complex and contradictory mood, Jiang Fengxiang is always frying on the fire, but he can only hope that the prime minister can hold on for a while.

Soon, the flank of the big cannibal became a frontal front, and the combat effectiveness of the big cannibal soldiers was very strong, and Jiang Fengxiang could only fight with them without advancing or retreating.

But the prime minister couldn't hold out for long, and if it continued like this, the situation would be critical and difficult to help.

Even so, Jiang Fengxiang could only secretly pray to God, praying for a miracle, praying that the forward battalion could hold on for a moment longer, even if the forward battalion could not hold on and be destroyed, the prime minister could escape from the tiger's mouth and hide in the small city of Sylvan, as long as he could hold out for a day and a half, he would be at least sixty percent sure that all the critical situation would be reversed.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fengxiang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see that Qin Jin's banner was still standing there, hunting in the wind.

This flag that does not fall is like Jiang Fengxiang's reassurance, as long as the flag does not fall, there is still hope for everything, and it has not reached the most desperate moment.

Suddenly, Jiang Fengxiang only felt that the flag in the distance seemed to be shaking to the left, and it seemed to be shaking.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and when he looked over again, he saw that the flag was as stable as a stone on a mountain.