The Iron Cavalry Regiment was repelled several feet by the anger of the Volunteers, and under the cruel duel of the Volunteers, there were only a hundred people left in the end, this was a confrontation between bodies and bodies, a resolute life and death, and the volunteers who were not afraid of death were left at the end, and there were only a few dozen people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Once shocked the world, the military regiment finally disappeared in the blood-stained slope, their glorious deeds will always remain in the hearts of the world, become an insurmountable myth, and this thrilling battle, will make the world awe.

Death has enveloped everything, and the mad sky is like outstretched wings, oppressing all the bright red life.

Just when all thoughts were in vain, I saw the earth shake, and the sound of horses' hooves rolling from the long slope of thousands of miles, rolling up a thick layer of dust, approaching the dim sky.

A team of troops dressed in jet-black light armor rode their horses and galloped wildly, their faces were cold and solemn, and the murderous aura covered the sky and the earth, and no one was stunned.

And at the forefront of the army, the leader of the army, Qingmo Xuanjia, has a handsome face, and the posture of riding a horse eclipses the heavens and the earth.

Bei Mo Ling?!

It was so far away, but Zhen Yue saw that arrogant figure at a glance, she covered her lips in disbelief, tears welled up in the corners of her dry eyes, flowing into her desperate heart, she didn't expect that he, who was thousands of miles away, would appear in front of her when she was desperate and dying.

The Iron Cavalry Regiment looked shocked, they didn't expect that King Ling, who was far away in the northern frontier, would parachute here, and they were even more surprised that the other party went deep into the territory of Dongtan quietly!

No one is afraid of Beiying's army of death!

The volunteers cheered and rushed forward even more fiercely.

The earth roared under the men's horses' hooves, and the three thousand flame army quickly rushed up the long slope, dazzling the people killed by the full moon's sword, and the strong iron cavalry was no longer able to confront the mighty flame army.

Swords slashed from their heads, splatters of brains rendering the land of bones.

Zhen Yue watched the figure get closer and closer, his swordsmanship was exquisite, the blue sword was like a ghost and a demon, and everywhere he passed was a resolute killing.

The man slashed the person who was blocking under the sword, looking at the woman standing among the layers of corpses, her black hair was flying, the green veil was stained with blood, and there were tears flashing in her bright eyes, and his heart instantly throbbed, and he wanted to cut the person who hurt her with a thousand knives.

As soon as his body was over, his arm took the woman to the war horse, smelling the smell of blood on the woman's body, his phoenix eyes were full of anger, and the sword in his hand made a light sound of a broken drum, like chopping tofu, cutting the dying and struggling Dongtan soldiers, where the most painful was to cut it.

Because of inertia, she crashed into Bei Mo Ling's arms, the coldness of the iron armor has the power of burning people's hearts, she is tired, and she can't exert any strength, but she must continue to fight.

The arm holding the short sword had just been raised, but it was imprisoned in his arms by Bei Mo Ling, and under the suppressed anger was a soft voice: "I'm sorry, I'm late, lean on my arms for a while, and leave the rest to me." ”

Her heart was filled in an instant, she shed tears, and was strangely comforted by him at this moment, she obediently leaned on his arms, watching him overcome obstacles and fight his way out of the encirclement.

And Ji Jianxuan, with the assistance of the Flame Army, jumped on the war horse with Fuziran and killed it.

In just a moment, the remaining iron cavalry regiment was vulnerable in front of the more skilled Beiying army, and the whole army was annihilated, and the right general, who was secretly murderous a moment ago, was already in a different place.

The black crow spread its wings and stood on the dead corpse, tasting pieces of dead flesh with a sharp peck, the blood had completely stained the long slope of thousands of miles, and the piled corpses looked like hills from afar.

In the coming year, it will surely bloom with lush foliage and flowers.

Until the end, the living volunteers did not realize that in the most desperate time, it was their colleagues who killed them, and the enemy soldiers who were resentful of them saved them from the worst of their lives.

The stream is murmuring, the wind is surging, the evening sky is still dotted with blood red, thousands of mountains and clear water, every breath is rusty, the four seasons are like spring in Dongtan, the thin snow is cold.

Days of hurrying, a day of fighting, has exhausted people, this place is far away from thousands of miles, but no one has relaxed their vigilance.

Fu Ziran knelt on the ground and gently wiped the blood stains on Fan Gu's face.

Ji Jianxuan sorted out the corpses they carried back, tears slowly fell, his eyes swept over the few remaining brothers, slowly squatted down, and looked up at the sky of the remnant sun.

They're all dead, brothers, go well.

Zhen Yue stood on the bank of the river, withdrawing her gaze from the warriors one by one, looking at the turbulent river with empty eyes, her whole soul seemed to be hollowed out, looking from afar, like a bloody puppet.

"Come back to Beiying with me."

The crisp voice sounded in her ears, making her tremble, and large tears rolled down from her dry eyes, and she couldn't stop it.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Bei Moling with sad eyes, and her dead heart throbbed.

Back to Beiying? Half a life of ups and downs, stumbling all the way, the whole world overturned and collapsed, collapsed, and the sea became a mulberry field, after experiencing these cruelties, all that remains is broken.

She has covered her eyes all her life until now, and she has been pushed down the abyss by someone, and she has withdrawn all her strength, and she is more sad than her heart! The death of the people around her, the death of the dead, she no longer has the slightest courage.

Go with him? What else qualifies? Failing him again and again, hurting him again and again, and sticking a knife into his heart again and again for the sake of the so-called faith? Is she so embarrassed now? A mutilated soul? She doesn't deserve it!

Bei Mo Ling was still wearing jet black light potassium, with a lot of blood on his body, and his handsome face was a little tired, but his eyes were still solemn.

Seeing her gritting her teeth and holding back tears, she slowly frowned, knowing that she was in danger, and she came running wild without removing her armor for three days and three days, and she felt pain and hatred in her heart, hating her for not protecting herself, if he came one step later today, would it be forever apart? Didn't she think about him in the slightest? Don't you know how precious her life is to him!

can see her sad expression, and finally swallowed the cruel words in her lips.

"Walk or not!" Bei Moling saw that she was silent, and her words were anxious.

Zhen Yue still didn't answer, hung her head, forced the tears in her eyes in, didn't want to show too much vulnerability, seeing that he kept asking, she couldn't say a word.

So many people died for her, she is no longer Zhen Yue who was brave before, and now she is just a walking corpse that survives.

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and he touched his injured arm, and immediately panicked, "You are injured!" ”

A piercing red spilled from her inky robes, piercing her heart like a knife, and without thinking she grabbed his arm and tried to bandage him, but he shook him off.

"Zhen Yue, you are ruthless enough!"