An exclamation came from the ranks of the Iron Cavalry Battalion in the distance.

"Sir!" Ma Wu exclaimed, waved the whip in his hand, and galloped towards the place where the man in green shirt fell to the ground.

Huo Qing, who was lying on the horse, had bruises on his face, his eyes were instantly red, he pushed away a big hand pressed on his back, turned over and fell off the horse, and almost frantically ran towards the place where the green shirt fell, followed by several horses.

Ma Wu was the first to arrive, he jumped on the horse, picked up the porcelain bottle that fell to the ground, knelt on the ground with a "plop", picked up the man in the green shirt, grabbed the cork of the porcelain vase, pulled out the cork forcefully, and sent it to the man in the green shirt.

"Thank you...... Laa...... Horse...... Five...... Elder brother...... Brother ......" The man in the green shirt turned pale and squeezed out a smile in pain.

Ma Wu had red eyes, gritted his teeth, and was so nervous that he couldn't even speak: "You, don't talk, take medicine first!"

The man in the green shirt opened his mouth slightly, Ma Wu put the porcelain bottle on his black lips, and slowly poured the liquid in the porcelain bottle into his mouth, the man in the green shirt moved his throat, and swallowed the antidote with difficulty.

The hurried footsteps got closer and closer, and the man in the green shirt turned his head with difficulty in Ma Wu's arms, and looked at Huo Qing running from a distance with a sloppy gaze.

After waiting for a moment, Huo Qingfei fell to the ground, and the impact grinded his hands and face on the ground with several blood marks. Several leopard horsemen came one after another, and the ironclad cavalry on the horse turned over and dismounted, half-kneeling on the ground, looking at the man in Ma Wu's arms with an anxious face.

"Sir......" Huo Qing grabbed the man's hand, his face flushed slightly, and his eyes were already moist and hazy.

The man in the green shirt grinned hard: "Man...... Bleed...... No tears!"

He looked up at the night sky, his eyes suddenly trembling. The fog in the bamboo forest actually dispersed, and a lonely moon was in the sky, shining red. He exclaimed, "Huo ...... Green...... Fast, fast...... Aid to Yunnan Cloud City! It's too late...... It's too late......"

Seeing this, several people also hurriedly raised their heads and watched the mist dissipate, and their eyes all showed joy. Huo Qing nodded heavily, stood up, picked up the lance that had just been left aside, and ordered to the three ironclad cavalrymen behind him: "Pass the military doctor." ”

After speaking, Huo Qing turned over a war horse and galloped towards the direction of the leopard cavalry battalion.

Huo Qing held the lance in his hand and shouted all the way: "The leopard cavalry battalion obeys orders and gallops at full speed to help Yunyun City!"

This side.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, two figures, one white and one black, stood there quietly, and the woman in white was obviously very lost, and there was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Let's go!" Xue Wei didn't look back, and walked deeper into the bamboo forest.

"Where are you going?" asked the black-robed old ghost after him.

"Knowingly asked. Xue Wei snorted coldly and continued to walk forward.

"Actually, I lost!" said the black-robed old ghost with a hint of self-deprecation.

Xue Wei stopped, looked back at the cold mask of the black-robed man, and said coldly: "What did you say?"

"He uses a sword with his left hand, and if his sword 'Dragon Fights in the Wild' is used with his left hand, I will be dead!"

"You should be glad – you're alive. Xue Wei unconsciously smiled on her face, word by word.

"Yes, what is he deliberately hiding......" The black-robed man nodded, and after speaking, the black and white shadows disappeared in the bamboo forest.

Under the city of Yunyun, the two armies are still fighting fiercely.

A cold light crossed, the city shouted and killed, a figure fell to the ground heavily, at the moment when he lost consciousness, a pair of hands soaked in blood, with difficulty to stand up and hold the broken gun, the cold light flashed, a shot pierced a man who stabbed himself with a seedling blade, and the man who fell in a pool of blood closed his eyes heavily, and there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Bataan!" The red-eyed vine armor soldier who had already killed him, saw his brother being pierced in the throat with a single shot, roared and rushed forward, and the blood-stained blade in his hand slashed fiercely at the ironclad soldier who had long since died.

He held the knife with a hideous face, ready to slash down again, but he only felt a heart-piercing pain in his chest, and then the whole person was lifted by a huge force and thrown out, the body of the vine armor soldier floated in the air twice, and he suddenly closed his eyes with a smile.

With a "poof" and several sharp weapons entering the flesh, the rattan man was thrown heavily under the city, and his body was pierced by the spears in the hands of the clansmen who were climbing the ladder.

The southern wall of Dian Yun City was full of corpses, and the dead bodies under the city were piled up five feet thick, and blood stained every bluestone brick on the city wall, some people were shouting, some were praying, some were crying, and some were wailing......

"Commander of the Southern Martial Army, the West City Gate is about to be lost!" the sentry waved the head knife that had already rolled the blade in his hand, and rushed to the side of the silver-armored man, his mutilated left arm hanging on his body, and the iron armor was red with blood.

The silver-armored man slashed out with a shot, cut off a head, and a backhand shot again, piercing into the chest of a returning soldier, the rattan armor was pierced hard, he pulled it out hard, but the tip of the gun was stuck in the ribs of the returning soldier, seeing that he couldn't pull it out, he turned around and pulled out the head knife on his waist, and cut off the man's head with a backhand.

"What about Brother Yu?" Nan Wu shouted, his face was stained with the blood of the enemy, and his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't see who was coming.

"Die in battle......" only to hear the man's voice tremble, a cold light penetrated his chest, and he fell to the ground with a tilt.

Nan Wu's heart trembled, looking at his brother who suddenly fell to the ground, his face changed, and he fought back desperately. But his back was hit by a huge force, and a man leaned on his back, panting.

"Boss, let me bring my brothers to support the West City Gate!" shouted the fat man in iron armor, swinging his knife and cutting down the two soldiers who pounced on him.

This person who calls him boss is not a fat man, who else?

Nanwu didn't look back, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and with a "click", he stepped on the neck of a soldier who was lying in a pool of blood and was desperately struggling with several knives in his body, hesitated for a moment, and said lonely: "Go ahead......"

The fat man opened and closed widely, slashing hard, killing a bloody path, and suddenly laughed, almost crazy: "Ha, hahaha...... If you are not afraid of death, go to Xicheng Tower with me and kill all the people who return the building. ”

As if he had been suppressed for a long time, looking at the familiar back, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and an inexplicable fear came to his heart, he couldn't resist anymore, he felt that it was difficult to breathe, even the hand holding the knife was trembling, he was afraid of losing this fat man, this last relative.

Fat man, big name: Wang Iron Hammer.

Born in Yunyun City, like him, he is the son of a peddler, he grew up with him since he was a child, he is a year older than him, and he was inseparable from him when he was a child, fighting together, stealing chickens and dogs. He fights harder than him, and although he is older than him, he likes to hide behind him, and he likes to call him boss even though he is better at fighting than him. So, who is he and who is he? Actually, it doesn't matter for a long time, he and him are just two sticks in the eyes of that group of untouchable magnates-mustard!

What a mockery! Two little bastards who were once pointed at the spine and scolded by countless people in Dian Cloud City. Now, he has shed blood for this city, died for this city, and never abandoned for this city.

"Let's go, kill all the damn people who return the building......" An ironclad soldier who was seriously injured and paralyzed in the corner of the city wall, regardless of his bleeding stomach and a broken spear, stood up with difficulty, pulled out a knife from a soldier who returned to the building, and followed Wang Fatzi to kill him.

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of death!"

"Kill ......"

......

There was already a battle on the city wall, where could we still distinguish between the enemy and me, and more than a hundred people broke out of the night and ran towards the west gate. The group of people ran wildly in the sea of corpses and blood, just like their predecessors, they had already put life and death aside, so resolute, so helpless - this time, I am afraid that there will be no return!

"Fatty, you fucking come back alive!" After all, his eyes were still wet, and Nan Wu choked and shouted at the group that had disappeared into the darkness.

The red-clothed girl under the city looked far away, suddenly smiled, clapped her hands, and summoned a small leader of the Huanlou clan wearing rattan armor, and asked in a soft voice: "How many emperor soldiers are there in the city?"

The man knelt on the ground, prostrate in front of the collapse, and respectfully: "Report to the Holy Maiden, report from the front, there are less than five hundred soldiers in the city!"

"Why hasn't the city been broken yet?" said Hong Jiang's face changed slightly, and he was not angry.

"Your Excellency, the soldiers of the Emperor's Landing are only dying, and it will not be long before the god of war, Camus, will be able to take this city. The little leader didn't even dare to lift his head, and his face was afraid.

"Go and tell Camus that in half an hour, I will see the heads of all the Emperors in this city, all planted high on the battle banner of the Wuyue Kingdom. There was a murderous look in her eyes, she flicked her red sleeves, sat on the soft collapse and pouted.

"No!" After saying that, the little leader hurriedly got up from the ground, turned over a brown horse, and rode towards the front line of the army formation.

"Holy Maiden...... a young man of immature appearance, kneeling with his head bowed, his hands raised above his head, holding a large green plantain leaf, which was full of all kinds of fruits.

The girl in red casually picked up a red fruit that was still stained with water, took a bite, Wu Ling's eyes lit up, and asked, "What kind of fruit is this?"

"Your Excellency, this is the mist lotus that the slave picked this morning. ”

"It's delicious!" Hong Jiangba smacked his mouth twice, lightly opened his lips and took a big bite, muttering, "You, you eat too." ”

"The slave doesn't dare. The young man in the gray torn coarse cloth shirt did not dare to look up, his bare feet, his feet were covered with abscesses, he shook his head timidly, and said tremblingly.

"Eat fast, eat fast, it's delicious. Hongjiang was not annoyed, and smiled at him, revealing two sweet dimples on her cheeks.

"Uh-huh. The boy nodded, and solemnly reached out to pick up the smallest mist lotus from the banana leaf.

"You lowly slave, look for death!" "The little commander who was riding on a horse to protect Hongjiang urged his horse to step on the young man, pulled out a seedling blade with gems embedded in his waist, and slashed at the young man.

"What are you!" Hong Jiang waved his red sleeves, and a compelling aura appeared in his palm, and a hand knife slashed at the neck of the little leader out of thin air, instantly bursting out with an amazing murderous aura.

The young man kneeling on the ground said "ah", trembling and fell to the ground, the banana leaf in his hand fell into the muddy water mixed with blood in fright, and the fruit on the banana leaf rolled to the ground.

The small commander of the Huanlou Department, who was riding a tall horse, fell off his horse with a bang, fell into the bloody mud, and splashed a puddle of bloody mud. His eyes were round, his face was hideous, his pale face was full of disbelief, and the gossamer aura gradually faded into the night wind.

"What's your name?" Hong Jiang stared at the young man up and down with wide eyes, and the murderous aura that had just appeared on his face was completely gone, but there was a touch of pity.

"I'm just a slave, they call me: Cheap Slave. ”

"Cheap slave?" Hongjiang shook his head and threw away the fruit in his hand, "It's not good, I'll call you Anu in the future!"

The boy raised his head, it was an almost sickly pale little face, his cheeks were sunken from perennial hunger, and under his messy long hair, a pair of dark blue eyes were extremely beautiful, rippling with a light like blue waves, but they were instantly hidden under the long hair.

He was cautious and never dared to raise his head to speak, he didn't want others to see his eyes, maybe there were too many secrets hidden in those eyes. So much so that even he himself felt curious, and he took the initiative to look up at her today.

The young man looked curiously at the red-clothed girl who was about the same age as himself on the soft collapse, first shook his head, hesitated for a while, and then nodded desperately.

"Anu, you will follow me in the future, and no one will want to bully you in the future. She didn't notice his eyes and held out a hand to him.

"Hmm!" the boy came back to his senses, a grin on his lips, and nodded heavily.