A night of silence. In the city of Yunyun County, the city walls are full of corpses that will be cleaned up in the future, and the same is true under the city walls, the corpses are all over the field, the dead bodies are rotting all over the ground, and the city is filled with a disgusting smell of blood, so that the whole city is filled with the smell of death. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the dark jungle in the distance, no one said a word, they watched vigilantly every move in the darkness.

The most prosperous city on the southern border has long been dilapidated at this moment, most of it has collapsed, and several large holes in the city wall that have been pierced by huge stones have only been hastily built with stones and rolling logs. The roof of the castle tower was originally smooth rubble, but because of neglect, vines were intertwined and overgrown with weeds.

"Brother Nanwu, I—I'm afraid!" the sixteen-year-old said, his tone frightened, and his hand holding the bow kept trembling.

"Don't be afraid of stones!" Nan Wu, who had already been stained red with blood, reached out and touched the young man's head, his face covered with blood, a pair of sharp eyes, staring at the darkness, full of heroism, "In order to avenge your father and mother, when that group of Wuyue mongrels comes, you will use the bow and arrow in your hand to shoot them to death!"

Suddenly I heard a flute sound, sad and desolate. Drifting faintly from the woods dozens of miles away.

Under a strange red moon, the moonlight was miserable, and it seemed that there were countless pairs of blood-stained hands in front of him, coming towards his claws. The wind cried out in his ears, miserable and desolate, and the creeps made people palpitate.

"It's the enemy's illusion! Ignore it! Be vigilant, be vigilant!" Nanwu, dressed in blood armor, stood up and stood proudly at the head of the city, the drum hammer in his hand like raindrops, frantically smashing a cowhide war drum.

"Be careful, boss!" shouted a young fat soldier, striding forward, holding an iron shield in front of him.

"Brother Nanwu, they're coming!" the young man turned his head and looked up at the man playing the drum, with a glint of tears in his eyes.

He was not afraid, standing at the head of the city beating drums, a bloodstained armor, shining with scorching blood under the moon, he pursed his thin lips, a handsome face full of war, suddenly laughed inexplicably, and shouted loudly: "-Only solve the battlefield and die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned!"

"Whoosh" a few cold arrows broke through the air, and a few arrows with the wind were nailed to the iron shield held by the young fat soldier in front of him, and the fat man who raised the shield only felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, but he still held the iron shield and did not let go, but he did not know that his left hand had been pierced by a sharp arrow that pierced the iron shield, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

"Longbowmen prepare, two columns of fierce rockets!" Nanwu shouted, staring at every move in front of the castle tower.

In the distance, under the moonlight, mighty figures were rushing from the woods, black and oppressive, like stormy waves, layer upon layer.

The longbowmen on the tower of the castle were divided into two rows, crouching under the corner, and they drew the bows in their hands for a full moon, and all of them looked firm and did not panic.

Half a moment later, looking at the crowds of enemies rushing forward and rushing like a wave, the crowd at the head of the city began to be agitated, and a layer of horror gradually appeared in their eyes.

Looking at the black pressure under the city, Nan Wu, who was beating the drum, suddenly withdrew the smile on his face, his eyes were as cold as a blade, and he shouted: "Release!"

I saw that the longbowmen in the first row were relieved, and immediately stood up and faced, the bowstring in their hands was taut, and there was a muffled sound of "boom", and the feathered arrows with powder kegs tied to the clusters of arrows galloped towards the black-pressed figures hundreds of meters below the city.

After firing an arrow, the longbowmen of the first row quickly crouched down, and the second-row longbowmen followed up and stood up and fired the rockets in their hands into the enemy line.

With dozens of loud bangs, the powder keg tied to the rocket hit the target, and the flints in the powder keg collided with each other, igniting the high gunpowder in the powder keg, and the explosion of the gunpowder barrel ignited the black oil pile that had been secretly buried outside the city.

Suddenly, hundreds of meters below the city burst into flames. With the help of the fire, the people at the head of the city couldn't help but gasp, no one expected that this time the Wuyue Kingdom would send such a huge army.

Nanwu was also taken aback, the drum hammer in his hand suddenly struck, his originally cold eyes trembled, but he still calmly shouted: "Stone, have you seen clearly, how many people are coming!"

"More than 20,000 people...... Shi Shi stared intently at the city, although he was panicked, he still did not forget the task given to him by Brother Nanwu.

"Okay!" Nanwu's drumming power increased sharply, and he laughed, "Save Lao Tzu from killing it! Brothers, kill it tonight!"

The gloomy atmosphere of "kill, kill, kill......" was instantly ignited, and the city shouted and killed.

In the distance, the fire was soaring into the sky, a touch of red swaying in the wind in the fire, the girl was surrounded by everyone, sitting on a soft couch, and dozens of people carried forward.

Hong Jiang snorted coldly, a red shirt looked even more charming under the light of the fire, she pursed her lips and smiled strangely: "A group of ants, self-defeating." ”

"Camus, give the order, we will slaughter the city tonight!" A long red sleeve waved out of thin air, like a flame jumping, a few times in the wind, and a shiny scimitar flew out of the red sleeve and fell into the hands of the young man under the soft couch.

Camus was holding the scimitar, and a sudden chill hit his body in his hand, he lowered his head and glanced at the short-handled seedling blade with a black body embedded with tiger's eye stones in his hand, the blade of the knife lingering with cold light, and the whole body was jet-black-"Killing Blade"!

"Killing Blade" is forged with the cold iron under the 10,000-year-old cold pool in the Nine Hidden Valley of the Forbidden Land of Wuyue, according to legend, this knife sharpens iron like mud, and the nine cold qi of the person injured by this knife enters the body, and within an hour, it will be attacked by the cold and the veins will coagulate and die.

The first Witch King Lan Lingzhu once ordered the forging of this blade, this blade was extremely cold, and more than 300 craftsmen were accidentally cut during the forging period, and the cold entered the body and died, and finally had to give up. This forging of knives took eight years and gathered the strength of thousands of craftsmen across the country, but only seventeen were forged. Because there were too many dead and injured craftsmen during forging, it was named "Killing Blade"!

Since then, successive witch kings have used this knife for the purpose of mobilizing troops, such as the Panlong Pei of the emperor's kingdom, and those who hold this knife can command and mobilize troops and horses by themselves. Such an important thing, since Hongjiang was handed over to a young man in his twenties.

"Holy Maiden......" Camus returned with the killing blade in his hand, looking up at the girl in red in fear, his eyes full of disbelief.

"What? don't you want it?" "I gave you this knife!"

A look of anger appeared on a beautiful and childish face, and she thought Camus didn't want the knife, and glared at him with round eyes, obviously a little angry—after all, she was still a little girl.

"No, no, no, it's just Camus...... It's not as good as a few clan elders, but the Holy Maiden still gives this treasure sword to ......" Kamu was a little flattered, obviously he didn't think that he could actually talk to the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit, and now she also gave him the Killing Blade.

"You and that bastard Lu Qin are called back to the building-the god of heaven and earth, but I just think you are better than that bastard, and this knife will be rewarded for you!"

"Fifty meters!" shouted a soldier crawling in the dark, staring at the group of people who had gone crazy under the city.

"It's good to come!" Nan Wu held a spear in his hand, standing proudly at the head of the city, his eyes were full of disbelief, and there was a strong killing intent condensed in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear the group of soldiers in front of him to pieces, and laughed, "The shield soldiers are in formation, and the divine crossbow shoots me!"

In an instant, the vast soldiers who returned to the building, full of raging fire, screamed and rushed to the city, they were not afraid of the flames at all, let the flames burn on their bodies, one by one red eyes, like evil spirits crawling out of purgatory, waving Miao blades, shouting penetrating Miao curses in their mouths.

In front of the battle array, a person stood with his head up, commanding the crowd to start attacking the city, and the killing blade in his hand was shining in the night sky.

"Whoosh" hundreds of crossbow arrows slanted down like rain, although they were not as unstoppable and decisive as the cloud-piercing arrows of the Emperor's Heavenly Army, but the dense rain of arrows instantly caused a large number of casualties to the enemy.

However, in the face of this group of soldiers who returned to the building as if they were dead, the loss of hundreds of people was undoubtedly like a drop in the ocean and insignificant. In a short time, the soldiers of the return building swarmed to the city, and Camus looked resolute and stood under the city, silent.

"-How is it possible!Boss, this group of people who returned the building is different from before, you see......" The man who raised the shield on the city tower, his face was as pale as paper, he pointed to a few soldiers who were returned to the building under the city, and his voice trembled, "The group of soldiers who returned to the building with arrows did not change their faces--Shengsheng pulled out the arrow!"

Nanwu's eyes were full of solemnity, in fact, he had already seen the strangeness of the people who returned to the building, although the group of soldiers who returned to the building fought bravely in the past, but where is it like today, the people who returned to the building who were not dead by the arrows, one by one, looked hideous, and dragged out the arrows that had not entered the body, let the blood gush out, and still rushed towards the city wall with a blank sword. He couldn't help but shudder in such a desperate way - wherever the enemy was facing, it was like an evil spirit.

"Don't be afraid, fat man, the injury on your hand is fine!" Nan Wu pretended to be calm and patted the man who had just raised the shield for him.

"It's fine, skin trauma. The fat man raised his injured hand and waved it, smiling, "Since you don't care about the boss, then we can rest assured." Hey hey ......"

Indeed, since the return of the building to the territory, the Dian Yun Taishou led the troops to fight with the Returning Building Department several times, but was defeated one after another, and finally the Taishou Liu Xianzhen actually took his family and his wife and children, left his post without permission and led the troops to the north to take refuge, the war spread to every inch of Dian Yun County in an instant, but the Dian Yun City stood tall, under the leadership of the Acropolis Night Owl Battalion Commander Nan Wu held on, before and after several months, thirteen times retreated from the enemy - the defenders in the city were only less than a thousand.

This group of soldiers who are stubbornly defending the city of Dianyun County, all of them are only twenty-one years old, and the official position is only the commander of the soldiers, Nanwu is full of admiration, if it were not for him, the city of Yunyun would have already fallen, and their families and children in the city would have already become the souls of the people who returned to the building.