The next day, inside the city of Zhenyang.

Three hundred soldiers were disheveled in armor, some carried quivers, some hung swords from their waists, and some held halberds.

There was no line on the empty streets.

The huge Zhenyang, due to the invasion of the ghost clan, has become like this.

The wind blew, rolling up fallen leaves and debris on the ground.

Everyone walked in silence.

Everyone knows in their hearts that General Yan Zheng is still alone, guarding the South Pass.

A general who is willing to sacrifice and refuse to give up an inch of land in order to protect his compatriots is undoubtedly respected by the people, and even more so by soldiers.

As he walked, a commander suddenly stopped and said, "You guys go first, I still have some things to deal with, and I'll come back to you later." ”

And all the people looked at him.

The commander looked at the soldiers in front of him carefully, as if he wanted to remember their faces, and then smiled comfortably: "Don't go back to the Central Army, go home, live well." ”

After speaking, he also resolutely turned around and walked in the direction of the South Pass.

Everyone still didn't speak, they all stood quietly, watching the back of the commander gradually disappearing.

In the morning, outside the South Pass.

The ghost army pressed the border again, and the ghost king was even present in person, because the general in charge of the siege yesterday had promised him that he would break through this place today.

From a distance, the city pass stands alone, and on the entire city defense, only in the center of the city head, there is a general wearing armor.

He wore a cloak behind him, hung a war sword at his waist, had a resolute face, and a short beard on his chin, looking at the overwhelming ghost army outside the gate, he was not afraid, and his waist was still straight.

The ghost king rode a tall horse, located at the front of the formation, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and point at the head of the city: "Who is that!?" ”

When the ghost general in charge of the siege heard this, he hurriedly returned respectfully: "This person is Yan Zheng." ”

"Oh?" The Ghost King raised his eyebrows, and then sneered: "In this way, his troops have been wiped out, and the rest of the people have abandoned him." ”

"It should be so." The ghost will echo.

"Humph!" The ghost king sneered: "It's just one person, and I still want to guard the South Pass alone!" Capture him alive today! ”

As he spoke, he said: "Now this person is their national hero in the Central Plains, and after capturing him, no matter what conditions he offers, he will promise him!" If we can make him fall to his knees and take refuge in us instead, we can imagine what a heavy blow it will be to the military and civilians of the Central Plains! ”

"Yes!" The ghost general hurriedly responded.

After saying this, the ghost king also raised his right hand slightly and waved his hand forward.

With his movements, rows of spearmen began to take neat steps, slowly pressing towards the southern pass.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The deafening sound of footsteps filled the audience.

At the head of the city, Yan Zheng turned and left.

And seeing him disappear, the ghost king was stunned for a moment, and then pouted and said: "I thought that what kind of real hero was it, it turned out to be a gutless rat, and when I saw that my army was pressing, I didn't escape with my tail between my legs......"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the city gate was slowly opened.

Yan Zheng appeared at the city gate alone.

Looking at the army of the ghost clan approaching step by step, he drew his sword and shouted:

"Switch to meet the enemy—"

Although he was alone, he rushed towards the ghost army as if he was dying.

Horses' hooves trample the ground.

The ghost army on the opposite side is overwhelming.

Seeing this scene, even the ghost king couldn't help but widen his eyes, Yan Zheng's bloodiness was something he didn't expect.

The war horse galloped, and the two sides quickly met, and the front row of the ghost army immediately erupted in cheers, spears stabbing in unison.

Yan Zheng swung his sword violently, swept horizontally and diagonally, cutting off several spearheads, and at the same time, people also rushed into the camp of the ghost army.

But there were too many ghost armies around, and soon, with the neighing of the horses, he was also thrown to the ground, such an opportunity, how could the ghost army miss it, and immediately the spear came out again.

Yan Zheng turned over and stood up, blocked with a horizontal sword, and more than a dozen spears were pressing on the top of his head, and the strength of the ghost army's foot soldiers began to press down violently.

"Get on your knees! (Oni)"

"Get out of here!" The latter glared angrily, and with all his strength, flicked away a dozen spears, and then rushed forward, slashing with the sword in his hand.

Ignoring his back, he slammed under his feet, and the sword in his hand never stopped.

The sound of weapons colliding came from time to time, mixed with the miserable howls of ghost soldiers.

In front of the entire South Pass, there was also a small chaos as he slashed and walked.

And because Yan Zheng is the only one left here, the ghost king is not in a hurry to enter the customs, but rides a war horse and looks at it with interest in the back.

"Well, yes, there are some martial arts."

He chuckled and nodded slowly.

But at this moment, something happened at the city gate!

"Kill—"

With a loud shout, a commander with a war knife in his hand was the first to run out of the city gate, and behind him were three hundred soldiers who had gone and returned!

The soldiers roared angrily, raised their swords, and almost instantly, they poured out of the city gate and joined the battle circle.

And right now, all the attention of the ghost army is on Yan Zheng, and the front row is also encircling him, with his back to the city gate, so he was directly caught off guard.

Three hundred soldiers, with the heart of death, the combat power can be imagined, and under a round of rushing and killing, they directly rushed to the ground of the ghost army that surrounded and suppressed Yan Zheng.

Soon, the two sides met, and when they saw them, Yan Zheng was not the slightest happy, but asked angrily at the commander, "Why are you here!" Didn't you let you withdraw first with your brothers! ”

"The general is dedicated to the country! Regardless of life and death, I must protect my compatriots! As a subordinate of the general, how can I leave the general! The commander replied with a thump.

"You!" Yan Zheng was furious.

But immediately after, after all the soldiers slashed and killed the ghost army, they also shouted in unison:

"I am willing to follow the general and die on the battlefield! Protect my fellow citizens! ”

"I am willing to follow the general and die on the battlefield! Protect my people—"

Yan Zheng's eyes turned red.

What else could he say?

"Kill!"

He glared and roared, and the general's might was revealed.

"Kill—"

Three hundred soldiers, bursting out in unison, armed with war knives, swooped down on the ghost army.

These soldiers, since they have turned back, have already abandoned their personal lives, and their potential can be imagined.

Don't look at the lack of people, but fighting on the battlefield, what you fight is a fierce spirit.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the ghost army at the front was directly beaten into chaos, because the three hundred soldiers ignored the spear at all and fought for their lives!

Even if someone is stabbed through the stomach with a spear, before he dies, he will swing his sword fiercely and take one person away.

Seeing this situation, the ghost king who was watching the battle in the rear was annoyed and angry.

"Destroy them all!"

"Yes!"

It was a bitter battle.

Three hundred people, of course, it is impossible to win the main force of the ghost army.

But they killed several times as many enemies with their own lives.

I don't know how long it took, but in front of the city gate, there were dead bodies.

All 300 soldiers fell in pools of blood and died on the battlefield.

Yan Zheng was covered in blood, kneeling on one knee, supported by a war sword, his head was lowered, and he didn't move for a long time.

In front of him, a row of ghost soldiers looked at each other with spears, looking like they wanted to step forward, but they were a little scared.

Finally, the broken sword in his hand seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and suddenly broke, and Yan Zheng also fell into a pool of blood.

In fact, he had already died in battle.