The man was now the only one in the whole stockade who had not yet entered the battle, and he was holding on to a shovel, and he had dug a hole in the ground, and buried in it the jug containing the last words of the great one, which was made of iron, not large, but there were not many last words left by everyone, usually two or three sentences, folded into a roll of paper, stuffed in, and plugged with a stopper. After burying this iron wine jug, the man sighed, and he didn't know if he would find out the last words of these people after the victory of the Eastern Army.

After doing this, he looked around at the place where he had worked for more than a year, and with a smile on his face, he suddenly swung his shovel and smashed several cauldrons.

The shovel kept waving, and the bottles and cans in the room turned into a cloud of debris in the sound of banging, and the man strode out of the room with the big man loaded with oil, the shovel was on his back, and the other hand was holding a torch, turned around, took one last look at the room, and threw the torch in his hand from the wide open door, and with a bang, the flames in the room burst out, and after a while, a huge red pillar of smoke rose up.

The fire-colored smoke rose up, indicating that their village had been lost.

The man bent down, lit another torch, and strode towards the top of the wall, holding the oiler in one hand and the torch in the other.

The wall in the southwest corner has been knocked down, the Donghu people swarmed in, in the gap of more than ten meters wide, Song Hongxin with about twenty soldiers did not retreat, and the opponent fought desperately, and in other places, more Donghu soldiers, has climbed up from all directions, the guy saw that Wang Laoer, who was still writing to everyone last night, was stabbed into the stomach by a Donghu soldier, and the blood was marked from the gap between the blade and the flesh, he saw Wang Laoer screaming loudly, lost the knife in his hand, and pinched the Donghu soldier with both hands, Both of them fell from the wall, thumping. Wang Lao Er was still convulsing, but the Donghu soldier who was pressed below by him was spurting blood, and he actually died in front of Wang Lao Er.

Beard was surrounded, and beside him, only three wounded warriors remained, bearded like madness, with a large knife waving in each hand, ignoring the scimitar that his opponent was slashing at him, and rushed forward, several steps forward. killed three Donghu soldiers, but he added several long wounds to his body.

With a smile on his lips, the man walked to the other side with the oil man, where the last soldier of the Eastern Army who resisted was slashed by four or five scimitars at the same time, and he was facing the sky on his back and slowly fell to the ground. Beard looked at the dense Donghu soldiers below, and couldn't help laughing, carrying the oil man. Holding a torch and laughing, he jumped from above.

A chain hammer flew into the air, and the man raised the oil man in his hand. Blocked it, and with a bang, more than twenty catties of oil in the oil man were sprinkled like rain, and the smell of grease was smelled. The Donghu soldiers below all changed color, and before they could react, the men holding torches had already come in the air.

Boom. The oil was lit, and began to spread with lightning speed, and the Donghu soldiers who were stained with these oils were on fire, and the man became a fire man, in the cold air, there was a burst of barbecue aroma, the man didn't seem to feel the pain of the fire, he smoked the shovel on his back, and rushed to the Donghu soldiers with a wild shout, the shovel was cut left and right, and he killed several people in a row, looking at this guy who was on fire, but still laughing and charging into battle, the Donghu soldiers were all shocked and retreated, No one dared to step forward anymore.

The man rushed forward a dozen steps, and finally fell to the ground, but even so, no Donghu people dared to approach his side.

Song Hongxin was holding a knife, half-kneeling on the broken wall, and beside him, there were two warriors, one holding a half-cut war spear and the other holding a broken knife.

Song Hongxin looked down at his stomach, where he had already been soaked in blood, and he had been stabbed in the stomach, as if his intestines had flowed out, and in front of them, dozens of Donghu people were holding scimitars in their hands, looking at them with fierce eyes.

In the distance, the roar of the beard was heard, and then the roar stopped abruptly, followed by the man's wild laughter, but it became lower and lower, and finally the sound was faint.

"They're all gone!" Song Hongxin leaned back and sat down.

"Company commander, then we'll go too!" The soldier with the broken knife in his hand said to Song Hongxin, glanced at another companion who was holding a spearhead, and his body suddenly bounced up, and he rushed straight down to the Donghu crowd below.

Several scimitars slashed at the same time, the two of them did not dodge or dodge, and the moment the scimitars entered the body, they also deeply inserted the knife spear in their hands into the opponent's body at the same time.

More scimitars slashed at them, and the two of them were dismantled almost instantly.

"Brother, let's go!" Song Hongxin was laughing and crying, in his life, he was afraid, escaped, cowardly, but he was also brave, and falling on the battlefield was his ultimate fate.

"This is an official, capture him alive!" The Donghu soldiers were noisy, approaching step by step, Song Hongxin couldn't understand what the opponent was shouting, but looking at what they meant, they wanted to catch themselves, he sneered, put the knife on his wound with one hand, and quietly touched the crossbow hidden behind his back with the other hand, this is a good thing, close killing, almost irresistible, this thing, in this stockade, only he is qualified to equip one.

"Come on, come on, three crossbows, I can also pull three cushions, Lao Tzu is the highest commander of this stockade, how can I kill the enemy less than the boys below, otherwise, where is the king of Yama, how can I command them? This is a very shameful thing.

"Get out of the way, the general is here!" There was a shout from behind, and the Donghu soldiers gave way to both sides like a tide, revealing a passage, and Mo Yanlu took the lead and walked over, beside him, it was the general surnamed Li who commanded the Donghu soldiers to break the stockade.

"Good men, all good men!" Mo Yanxuan looked at Song Hongxin, who was half-leaning on the broken wall in a bloody paste, and gave him a thumbs up, although the two sides were enemies, although he paid nearly 500 casualties under this small stockade, but the ferocity of the other party's battle still made Mo Yanxuan respectful.

Song Hongxin didn't look at him, his gaze fell on the face of the general surnamed Li beside him, the face of the general surnamed Li was very unnatural, although he also looked at Song Hongxin, but his face was a little distorted.

"Li Yi!" Song Hongxin suddenly used all his strength and roared angrily. "Why you?"

Li Yi, a member of the Dayan Standing Army, is a middle and senior general in the Dayan Standing Army, as a grassroots officer, Song Hongxin has had the honor to listen to the lectures of this General Li before, and has fought under him, but he never thought that he would meet this person again under this situation, looking at the new Donghu General clothes on Li Yi's body, Song Hongxin only felt extremely dazzling.

Mo Yanlu turned his head to look at Li Yi, "This person knows you?" Was it your former subordinate? ”

"Maybe!" Li Yi nodded, "It should only be the most basic officer, otherwise I wouldn't be without an image!" ”

Song Hongxin looked at Li Yi hatefully, and now he understood why, just a few days later, when the Donghu people attacked the fortress, they suddenly had a rhythm and a way to accurately hit the weakness of the fortress, it turned out to be the boss of his former boss, the general of Dayan Zhonglang, whom he had greatly respected, and Li Yi was in command.

If it weren't for this person, the more than 100 brothers in the village might still die, but they would definitely make the Donghu people pay a more painful price, and they could also make all the brothers die more worthwhile.

Song Hongxin's eyes gradually turned red, and he roared sharply, "Die!" Hiding behind him, holding the hand of the crossbow, he appeared sharply, his fingers wrenching the motle hard, and the sharp crossbow swished like lightning.

Seeing this thing appear in Song Hong's novice, the guards around Mo Yanxuan were shocked, and several people flew up and blocked Mo Yanxuan to death, but their judgment was wrong, Song Hongxin's goal from beginning to end was not Mo Yanlu, perhaps, killing Mo Yanlu would have a greater impact on the entire battle situation, but Song Hongxin was just the most basic officer, he couldn't see so far and so much, at this time, in his eyes, there was only Li Yi, this traitor, three crossbows, all of them were running for Li Yi.

No one thought that this officer of the Eastern Army, in such a state, still had such a powerful weapon hidden in his hand, Li Yi was even more defenseless, three riding crossbows and a lot, all of them drilled into his body, at such a close distance, even the best Kai armor made by Zhengdong Mansion could not resist the attack of the crossbow, not to mention, Li Yi was still dressed in the shoddy stuff of the Donghu people.

Li Yi turned over and fell off the horse, perhaps, he didn't think clearly until he died, since the other party still had a deadly weapon in his hand, why he killed not the enemy's supreme commander, but himself.

He didn't blink an eye.

However, in Song Hongxin's view, this is a matter of course, he hates enemies, but he hates traitors even more.

Seeing that the three crossbow arrows all drilled into Li Yi's body, Song Hongxin couldn't help but feel relieved, at this moment, this traitor was certain to die, he looked up at the red pillar of smoke that was still rising into the sky, and exhaled heavily, "Brothers, I'm here to accompany you." ”

The hilt of the knife in his hand reversed and stabbed him heavily in the stomach. The Donghu soldiers around let out an exclamation.

Mo Yanlu stretched out his hand and pushed away the soldiers beside him, looked at Li Yi who had fallen to the ground, and then looked at Song Hongxin, who had committed suicide, he sighed, "Good man." ”

He turned his horse back, "Bring out the bodies of our warriors, move the corpses of these soldiers of the Eastern Army, and then, destroy this stockade, and make this stockade their eternal grave!" ”

In the village, Chen Bin looked at the red pillar of smoke that suddenly rose into the air in the distance, and said with some sadness: "The last one has also been conquered." (To be continued......)