Chu Xianzhao was pushed to the safest place by the soldiers, because he was the third prince of Da Yin, and he was the one who deserved to survive the most in this war.

Chu Xuanzhao gasped and stood at the highest point of the battlefield, looking at the snow covered with corpses, tears couldn't help but flow.

His tactical concept is the best way for him to meet in the case of a huge difference in the strength of the enemy and us, he arranges the two wings to resist the horse barrier to prevent being outflanked by the opponent's forces, and let the Wind Eagle Iron Cavalry as the vanguard to induce the flying dragon to prevent the army from being set on fire by the dragon flame, and then uses the divine power of his Tai'a sword plus the powerful breakthrough ability of the infantry spearmen, and the arrow array repeatedly smashes and splits his strongest combat power, so that he is very likely to rush to the banner of Tantai Ninghua and behead him with a sword!

But he lost his sanity as the commander and chose to save Tantai Ningning, a useless girl in Tantai Ninghua's mouth, undoubtedly shot out his sharpest needle before the battle, even if the needle was not crushed, he also lost his strongest power.

The soldiers who obeyed his orders did not know how much they paid to cover their breakthrough through the encirclement on the other side, and he watched his soldiers die under the heavy guns of the Shocking Array, and the dragon flames turned their corpses to charred black, and he could do nothing.

The Wind Eagle Cavalry at the forefront had no advantage, and could only passively raise their shields and retreat, so that they would soon be eaten by the Shocking Mountain Array, let alone break through the encirclement.

The most powerful of the Northern Regions, the Emperor's legion of cavalry, was now crushed to pieces by the bloody jaws of the Terrifying Mountain Array, and all their pride fell into the snow like the corpses of their companions, unable to lift their arms again.

And in the city of Minsai, did the grieving mother see her daughter?

"Who controls Shuyue!"

A roar pierced into his ears, sending him shivers.

"We!"

Thousands of people roared in unison in response.

"Who controls Shuyue!"

We!"

"Rush up and kill them! Kill all the Yinguo people and those traitors!"

Some people raised their spears and shouted, after the rumble of the shield, the Liuyun spearmen rushed out from the two wings of the shield array like a whirlwind, everyone held two guns, carrying five guns, in order to be able to slaughter the remnants of the soldiers at any time after the replacement of weapons, raised their hands and shot straight through the throat of those soldiers who wanted to leave the shield array, red blood everywhere, like a strong wind sweeping the remnants of the leaves across them, these soldiers all with high fighting spirit and strength, the iron spears in their hands were projected out together, and a miserable scream sounded high.

When all the iron spears on their bodies were projected, they drew their swords from their waists, jumped into the battle circle, and slashed at the armor of the cavalry.

Everyone pushed and twisted and killed, like a projection of Huangquan Purgatory in the world.

Those termite-like spearmen were getting closer and closer, and Chu Xianzhao felt that his head was about to explode.

Guo Changfeng died to protect himself, if he also died, then

What about the poor mother and daughter?

There are also sisters and aunts who are far away in Yinguo, what about their fathers, Su Nianyu and Hua Youyue?

He promised to return to them, he didn't want his body to be carried back to Yinguo, and those who loved him cried in front of his coffin.

Chu Xianzhao was shrouded in overwhelming darkness, he knew that he would die at any time, the Tai'a Sword in his hand seemed to have lost its brilliance, and those dense shouts of killing seemed to be counting down his life.

He held General Meng Yu's shoulders tightly, feeling that this man was his only support, but he didn't know that he was also hit by three arrows behind him, but the arrow feathers were cut off by him.

The enemy spearmen were like bamboos, roaring as thousands of men entered the battle circle to slaughter their soldiers, and those who escaped from the dense rain of arrows were like dead meat on the chopping board to be slaughtered, and these spearmen attacked like leaves in the wind, brandishing their swords and slashing at the weak point of the iron cavalry's neck, splashing blood all over them, and soon frozen by the cold wind.

Led by the commander of the opposing army, his soldiers roared and slashed at the Yin cavalry with their swords, they always looked for the weak point of the armor to attack, and every time they raised their shields to defend, they attracted more slashing.

Chu Xianzhao, who was watching from a distance, watched the advance and slaughter of the silver-armored soldiers, and in just the blink of an eye, more than a hundred soldiers died under their swords, and they stepped on the corpses.

The lives of the soldiers are as fragile as decaying autumn leaves, withering one after another, and no one even remembers their names.

The speed of the slaughter was so fast that Chu Xianzhao didn't dare to face it, they raised the war knives in their hands and roared wildly: "Long live the Tai Ninghua, long live, long live, drive all the people of the Yin country out of our territory, Shuyue is ours, no one can take it away!"

The commander's beard trembled in the blood mist, and he excitedly pointed in the direction where Chu Xianzhao was and shouted, "The third prince of Da Yin, Chu Xianzhao! Brothers, His Majesty the Emperor has said." Whoever cuts off his head for me, a marquis for generations, a million gold!"

He was answered by roaring words, shouting and killing continued to rise, and on the mountain of corpses, the centurion led hundreds of infantry to rush down from the hill in vain, "My warriors, kill them!" the centurion roared, his mouth just opened, and a feathered arrow stuck in his throat, and the arrow protruded from his skull, and he fell to the ground.

Chu Xianzhao didn't shoot arrows with a bow, and the falling arrows on the ground all trembled and levitated, and the arrows pointed at his enemies.

Chu Xianzhao suddenly felt that his heartbeat was heavy, his eyes turned from purple to black at some point, and the pitch-black Wang Xi rushed from his heart to his head.

He clenched Tai'a's sword tightly and rushed forward without looking back.

The boy raised his sword and roared, but he couldn't hear anything.

Because all that was left in his heart was killing at this time.

The enemy soldiers were first shocked by Chu Xianzhao's roar, and under their violent attack, Chu Xuanzhao not only did not retreat, but became more than him

They are even more ferocious beasts.

The five-foot heavy sword in his hand glowed with extremely strong light and heat, and the elder looked up in shock, only to see Chu Xuanzhao swing an almost full sword arc, sweeping towards the ground like a falcon predator.

Tai'a Sword slashed their bodies with unparalleled violence, the sword rainbow was as bright as the scorching sun, it was a freehand style of slashing hundreds of people in one breath and one sword, and the idea of retreating had not appeared in his mind, the bodies of the hundred people had already been separated, and the corpse fell heavily at Chu Xianzhao's feet, splashing him all over with blood.

Meng Yu looked at Chu Xuanzhao who was standing with a sword, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to be tearing through even light.

This scene can be described as a river of blood, as if no amount of snow can cover the blood.

Chu Xianzhao stood in the rain of blood, his whole body was wet and sticky, the mountain of corpses under his feet could be described as spectacular, and the Tai'a sword was covered with a layer of blood mist, and then it was absorbed by the sword body, turning into a more high-pitched sword sound.

At this moment, Chu Xianzhao was neither afraid nor happy, but felt that his soul was falling towards the dark abyss, as if he would never see the light above his head.

More enemies rushed forward, Chu Xuanzhao suddenly woke up from the abyss, Li Changyuan's instantaneous attack coupled with the sword red dragon taught by Guan Changye, all kinds of sword moves used to kill people were clear in his heart, once he released the wild dragon in his heart, there would be no soldier who could block his sword moves.

Chu Xuanzhao launched an attack again, turned around and slashed, Tai'a Jian roared repeatedly in one go, disemboweling the enemy in front of him, and once again creating a scene full of corpses.

Chu instantaneously summoned and began to kill, no longer stopping.

"Rush up and protect His Royal Highness the Third Prince!"

Meng Yu pulled out his battle knife, and in the blink of an eye, he cut down five warriors who wanted to sneak attack Chu Xuanzhao, all of them were killed with one sword, Meng Yu was as powerful as an ox, and cutting people in two was as simple as cutting off leather.

The remnants of the soldiers were invigorated by Meng Yu's roar, and thousands of them trampled on the mountain of corpses to kill the enemy.

Outside the shield array, a roar like a human dragon suddenly sounded, and the sound came to people's ears like a sharp blade, like the sound of a quenched sword immersed in water, which made everyone panic.

The soldiers who looked like human dragons descended from the sky, and the dragon mastiff who was defeated and retreated under Chu Xuan's sword issued an order, letting the more than five hundred "dragon attendants" rush into the pre-battle circle and let them fight and charge.

During the reign of the Qing'an Dynasty for many years, the research on dragons can be said to have reached the extreme, and they found that taking dragon blood to act on ordinary people would make them lose their minds, but the powerful power contained in it would completely change the breath in the human body, turning it into a half-human, half-dragon monster, so it could not reach a perfect dragon state like the Zhao royal family, and could even merge with the flying dragon.

However, Cao Longping's grandfather, Cao An, one of the nine generals of the Dragon King, was obsessed with the study of dragon blood many years ago, and he became more and more obsessed with the perfect creature of dragons and humans, and even tried to send people to the ancient tomb to find more clues related to dragons, for which he explained himself to Emperor Qing of that generation

With his own thoughts, he asked His Majesty the Emperor to prepare three priceless dragon eggs.

Under the watchful eye of the emperor, he tried to hatch the dragon egg with the secret technique in the ancient tomb, killed the young dragon at the moment of birth, and obtained the extremely precious fetal blood to try to act on the prisoner's body, but the result was out of control, and the breath released by the fetal blood instantly turned into a raging fire and spread, many ministers and soldiers who witnessed this scene were killed in the flames, and the Candle Dragon Palace was turned into ruins by the flames.

In the end, only His Majesty the Emperor survived, and his grandfather almost became a monarch killer, after which the Zhao royal family was reluctant to mention the tragedy, and the historian called this incident "the gloom of the candle dragon." ”

Now more than a hundred years have passed, three years ago, Empress Zhao accidentally found a historical book recording the darkness of the candle dragon in the palace, she suddenly became interested in this secret method, she found Cao Longping and told him his own requirements, the two hit it off with each other's thoughts, secretly hiding from the royal family to recreate this idea of strengthening ordinary soldiers with dragon blood.

Eventually, this idea was realized, and the soldiers called the "Dragon Squire" had been completely eliminated from their human breath, and they were only one step away from turning into dragons, but they could not turn into dragons and soar through the clouds, but only lost consciousness and obeyed the orders of their creator like puppets.

They have lost their minds, but they have retained their fighting skills as human beings, and have achieved dragon-like strength**, plus bloodthirsty instincts, especially in the face of soldiers like the Wind Eagle Iron Rider, who will bring great fear on the battlefield, they will rush forward and tear it to shreds.

The Zhao royal family has dragons and dominates the world, but it is not so perfect because it does not have a land army as strong as that of other countries, and now this kind of soldier who has been born out of thin air makes up for this shortcoming.

This seems to be a war of the Shuyue Civil War, but it is actually the first duel between Yinguo and Qingguo, the Da Yin Dragoon and the Daqing Dragoon.

After today, who will the reputation of the world belong to?

Some of these people who were transformed into dragon servants by Cao Longping were once swordsmen who became famous and celebrated the country, known as the fifteen countries of the world with a sword light, and the sword qi was close to the body, and every time the sword was swung, it could cut out an extremely long sword qi, and with the use of sword breath in the body, a sword could cut off a person.

Some of them used to serve as executioners, and even after being transformed into dragon servants, they could still see their arms like pig iron, which could be torn to pieces by grabbing people and pulling them gently.

There are also assassins, soldiers, death row prisoners, in short, there are people of all kinds of status, they never thought that they would do things in this way before they were alive, but they are much stronger and more crazy than they are alive.

More dragon attendants descended from the sky to launch indiscriminate attacks, falling in the battle circle and spewing dragon flames.

The blood-covered dragon mastiff climbed onto the dragon's back, and the dragon under the seat rose from the ground and climbed towards the sky.

"Dragon Flame!"

He shouted loudly, and the surviving group of dragoons behind him also ordered the dragon to erupt into flames, and the dragon flames fell like meteors to the northern slope of the Concubine Pass, blocking the seat

The mountain of corpses retreating from the Iron Horse of the Resident Country was completely ignited, and even the rocks could be burned into magma by the dragon flame, not to mention the corpses.

This scene was like a strong wind blowing through the nest of ants, the hot wind brought by the dragon flame blew down these soldiers, some of them could not even scream and fell to the ground, the dragon flame directly melted the armor on their bodies into molten iron, and their bodies turned into coke wrapped in molten iron.

The dragon swung its long tail and swept past the ground, and the dragon flame swept through the soldiers in the battle circle like a huge pillar of fire, including the soldiers under Tantai Ninghua.

Some of them quickly hid under the corpses in the face of this terrible thing, and those who could not dodge were burned to ashes in the dragon flames.

No one dared to attack the dragon with courage, and the dragon burn turned all the courage of these soldiers to ashes.

Chu Xuanzhao was swept away by the fierce wind brought by the dragon flame and fell on the pile of corpses, none of the soldiers who surrounded Chu Zhaozhao had ever seen such a terrifying flying dragon, the dragon was angry and bearded, and the dragon power poured down like a torrent.

The flying dragons kept flying around the battle circle, swallowing dragon flames from their mouths, and Meng Yu led the soldiers to rush out, trying to rescue Chu Xuanzhao, who was trapped in the crowd.

He held a war spear and pierced the enemy's heart, and the opponent's knife had not yet slashed at Chu Xuanzhao's body.

"Drag His Royal Highness the Third Prince back, drag back!"

Meng Yu's war knife collided with the opponent's iron spear, the other party staggered back a few steps under his huge force, Meng Yu quickly swept past the enemy's side, slicing his stomach open, and his internal organs flowed to the ground, more soldiers rushed behind him, they pushed each other, because the range of the battle circle was too crowded, many people couldn't even lift their spears, and the war knife became the best weapon choice.

Now the top priority is to leave this terrible battlefield, the soldiers clear the way for Chu Xianzhao and Meng Yu, Chu Xuanzhao's sunrise blood is intended to be explosive, and the consumption of qi in his body is huge in the protracted battle, but in the face of the hordes of soldiers, Chu Xuanzhao still maintains the posture of a big sword swinging the plain, Tai'a Jian took turns to cut down the approaching enemy army, and the heavy sword was covered with sticky flesh and blood.

Although Meng Yu did not have a divine weapon like Chu Xianzhao, he could still quickly pick up his weapon and resume the state of attack, and the honorific title of the military god was reflected at this time, the battle knife, short sword, spear, heavy axe, he could use every weapon with ease, as if no one could disintegrate his offensive.

Chu Xianzhao had to admit that the god of war was the god of war, even if he was carrying the blood of Wang Xi and Sunrise, but if he and Meng Yu were to use the same weapon to duel, Meng Yu could easily defeat him.

"I can't do it anymore...... It really doesn't work anymore. ”

Chu instantly summoned his sword and gasped, he felt that his consciousness was blurring, and the power given to him by the blood of the sunrise was slowly disappearing.

Meng Yu slashed over the enemy who rushed up with a knife, put Chu Xianzhao's hand on his shoulder and shouted loudly: "Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, we are about to kill out, we must not lie down and rest until all the enemies fall, look at our soldiers, they are dying,

But you can't die, and if you do, their sacrifice won't make any sense!"

At this time, the knife in Meng Yu's hand was full of collapse and blood, but even so, he still carried Chu Xianzhao all the way to kill.

"Think of His Majesty the Emperor, think of His Royal Highness the Princess, at such a time, you have to squeeze all the strength out of your bones!" Meng Yu roared in his ear, as if to wake him up who was about to pass out.

Chu Xuanzhao was unprecedentedly embarrassed at this time, but instinctively brandished the Tai'a Sword to resist the enemy attacking on his right hand, and let Meng Yu drag his body forward.

Chu Xuanzhao even doubted that he could get out of the battle circle alive, they finally took a step forward, but they were pressed back by the influx of soldiers, but it was obvious that they couldn't hold it for long, everyone's life entered the countdown, and death was only a matter of time.

The defeat was like a mountain, but he was no longer able to turn the tide.

The dragon mastiff rode the flying dragon, let out an extremely high-pitched roar from his mouth, and commanded the soldiers in the flying dragon fire battle circle under his seat in the ancient dragon language.

The soldiers broke down and fled, swooping down on their own, leaving behind huge pillars of fire, and listening to their wails return to the sky again.

The burnt smell of human flesh will not be dispersed, as long as he is given half a pillar of incense time, this war will be completely over, and the hooves of the iron horses of the Yinguo Iron Horse will stop under the dragon flame, they are the first in the world!

For all this, Chu Xuanzhao failed to make any effective counterattack, he was called the Great Yin Dragon Sparrow by the soldiers, but the dragon sparrow, a legendary creature, fed on dragons like the fish of the Northern Underworld.

The dragon finch is a kind of phoenix, but the feathers are not as dazzling as the phoenix but almost as black as the abyss, and he has no ability to kill these flying dragons with such an honorific name, but he has to die under the dragon flame, which is really ironic.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Chu Xianzhao seemed to be able to hear Long Wumastiff's disdainful laughter.

Even if he used a sword red dragon to repel the dragon mastiff, but it was only to repel it, their previous strength was absolute, like a young bird struggling powerlessly against a giant dragon.

He is too arrogant and conceited, and the price of conceit is to kill those soldiers who are willing to die for themselves, just like Guo Changfeng.

But even if he died, he would die standing up.

Long Wu Mastiff harnessed the giant dragon and twisted his body and swooped down, this time his target was Chu Xuanzhao.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked up to the sky and laughed, his teeth were bloodshot, and he raised the Tai'a sword high above his head: "Da Yin...... The wind is up!"

The snow overhead suddenly stopped, and the clouds first rolled and rolled, and then cast huge shadows.

Long Wumastiff suddenly tightened the dragon reins, and suddenly looked up in surprise, and suddenly gasped.

It can be described as a vision of heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Throne of the Apocalypse" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~