"Come out, it'll be fine, the general is in the city!"

"No matter how many of them come, they will be defeated by the general in the end!"

"Maybe they'll be wiped out before they even reach the walls!"

The inhabitants of Belmo looked up at the sky, sure it was night, but how could there be so many people who dreamed for a hundred days? And who was the general? Why hadn't they heard of it?!

"You're all crazy..."

The shouts outside the city suddenly intensified several times, and the previously excited shouts turned into panicked cries for help and surrender.

The original people of the city of Bemo looked again at the people standing in the street, and saw that they were all looking at the high part of the wall.

Driven by curiosity, he slowly walked out of hiding.

I saw a tall figure holding wine in one hand and pig's trotters in the other, eating and drinking from time to time, looking outside with relish.

The original people of Belmo: "......"

"Who is this man? Does he want to die?"

"Fortunately, there are no soldiers on the city wall, otherwise he would have been thrown into prison!"

"There's a big battle going on outside, and if you're hit by a stray arrow, even if you're hit..."

The man swung his pig's trotters in front of him, and his body bent backwards.

Before they could understand what was going on, they saw him pick up a pig's trotter, and there was an arrow stuck in it.

The original people of Belmo: "......"

"Ahh

Shoutings of pain echoed in the crowd, and some people patted the people around them.

"Brother, who is that person?

The man was clever, and he knelt with his hands folded.

"Long live the General!"

Tens of thousands of people around knelt down together and worshipped.

"Liu Chang'an, Wei Jianfeng, kill me fiercely! You dare to dirty my pig's trotters! This is the love pig's trotters that Yuhe and Yue'er roasted for me!"

The original people of Belmo: "......"

Yang Fengqing pulled out his bow and arrow, blew a few bites, and was about to take another bite when there were footsteps behind.

"General, Jin Ritian asks to see you. ”

"Let him come up. ”

"Yes. ”

Kim Ritian hurried upstairs.

"I have a gift for the general!"

"Oh? ”

......

The city gate opened, dozens of horsemen rushed into the city, and one man jumped off his horse and ran up the city wall.

"My lord, all the 100,000 Beilin troops outside the city have been defeated, more than 40,000 people have been killed, 50,000 have been captured, and 10,000 have broken through!

"Chase! Occupy Beilin in one go!"

"Yes!"

......

A group of thousands of cavalry fled south from Bemo City, and Lin Deyi, Lin Manhong and other people from Beilin were among them.

Lin Deyi's face turned dark blue because of excessive fear, and his mouth kept shaking up and down.

Had it not been for the sound of horses' hooves, the crowd would have heard the sound of his teeth clattering.

The Guangwu army that poured towards them like a tide all over the mountains! In an instant, their army of 100,000 was cut into several squares.

Originally, there were his own people all around, but it became a Guangwu army all around.

"Uncle Man Hong, why is this happening!"

"You still have the face to ask me? This is what you call the 30,000 Guangwu Army?!"

Lin Manhong was even more furious in his heart, and he couldn't wait to kill Lin Deyi now!

However, after thinking about it carefully, the information he got was that there were only 30,000 people in the Guangwu army, and he was terrified.

looked left and right, but didn't see the figure he wanted to see, and he had already guessed eight or nine points in his heart.

"Han Xian!"

"Tell the general, General Han is missing!"

"I see!

The Beilin Army, whose morale was already at the pole of low morale, heard this, and even greater panic spread.

"Uncle Man Hong, could it be that Han Da... Han Xian—"

"In the future, Han Xian will be Beilin's sworn enemy!

Lin Manhong's screams were like a signal, and after a series of screams, none of the thousand horsemen were still standing.

The blood and severed arms and stumps all over the ground let out a scream from it, and it was incomparably oozing.

Lin Manhong got up holding his stomach with his left hand, and got up with his right hand clenching his saber.

"Who?

Torches were lit in the dark woods, revealing the scene inside.

Thousands of Guangwu soldiers were smiling, looking at them as if they had seen prey.

However, all of Lin Manhong's attention was focused on the young man beside Luo Daguang who was two points similar to Jin Ritian.

"Han Xian! you-"

"Hehe, my name is not Han Xian, let alone your righteous son! My name is Jin Yinshan, the youngest son of Jin Ritian, the head of the Jin family!"

Lin Manhong was hit hard, spitting blood from his mouth, and he was unable to sit down. The reason why he didn't lie down directly was that he still relied on Lin proudly, who had become a ball behind him.

"So- does Han Xian really exist?"

"Hahaha-exist!"

Lin Manhong's eyes burst out with light again.

"Where is he?"

"Killed by us!, or why do you think I know so well?"

"Ahh

Looking at the dignified Beilin Military God who looked like a madman, Luo Daguang shook his head and said to Jin Yin: "Give him a good time!"

"Yes!"

......

It is said that I have to sigh and the miracle of the Creator, the Zhengmu River originates from the Tianshan Mountain Range, the dividing line between Changshan and Liaodong, stretching for thousands of miles from north to south, and the Tianfu defense line is shaky.

As one of the three major rivers in Liaodong Prefecture, there are only three cities in the basin, and some people may feel that the name is not true.

But as long as you take a fishing boat down the river from Pfizer City in the northernmost part to Laiyang City at the mouth of the sea, if you are lucky enough not to die, you should not have that idea.

Of course, you can continue to insist on your own opinions, after all, for a person with such a big fate, God should have filled his pretense index, and he will not be struck by lightning.

The above mentioned two cities, and there is still one city that connects the previous and the next without mentioning, it's not that it's very bullish, and it has to stay and talk about it alone, but I don't know where to insert it.

Baiting City is two hundred miles away from Fushun City, and there are still cities controlled by Cangfeng in front and back, so the thieves in the city are not too worried that the Guangwu army that has left the city from Fushun will go deep here.

So at this time, the city was full of fire, and the picture of a dead body of a thief flowing down the river also makes sense.

Lately, Ying Zuodong likes to stand on a high place and quietly look around, thinking about the problems that give him headaches.

If Xuemei has no accident, Wang Fang should take her back to Fushun!"

"Alas-Xuemei knows about Lu Caiwen, so she will probably kill herself. But the father has endured so much, and he is almost the last point! Should I explain it to her?"

"But these things are my own decision, is it worth her to be completely involved?"

Ying Zuodong suddenly raised his head and slapped his head fiercely.

"Aren't you involved now? Eagle Zuodong, Eagle Zuodong, the so-called bitch still wants to set up a torii, it's a person like you!"

A general hurried up.

"My lord, if you don't leave, the thieves who have come to support you will arrive. ”

Ying Zuodong rubbed his head and stared at the surging river.

"I know, go—what's that?!"