The two exhausted white horse servants were beheaded off the horse one after another.

Until the last moment of their death, they did not forget to murmur their oath: "Beiliang Army, kill!"

"Beiliang army kills!"

A besieged white horse servant roared as he slashed the black-clothed man opposite.

Then, a big man in black slashed him in the head.

"Click!"

The sharp scimitar was stuck in his neck.

"The bones of my Han family will always be harder than your Turkic miscellaneous scimitars."

The white horse righteous servant roared as he threw himself into the arms of the black-clothed man opposite.

The big knife in his hand stabbed into the abdomen of the black-clothed man.

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

As his words fell, a stream of hot blood spurted out of his neck in an instant.

Faced with this scene, Liu Monong and the black-clothed men around her were instantly stunned.

Their hearts were filled with deep shock!

From the battle to the present, the shock brought to them by these hundreds of white horse righteous servants has long exceeded their understanding of the Tang Dynasty soldiers.

Is this still a soldier of Datang?

No!

They are not people, they are demons from hell!

This thought kept lingering in everyone's hearts.

At this time, hundreds of white horse righteous servants had already fought to less than 100 people.

And more than half of the hundreds of black-clothed men led by Liu Monong have been killed or injured, and less than 200 people are alive now.

Looking at the Turkic iron cavalry, there are already less than 20,000, with nearly thousands of dead and wounded.

The corpses all over the ground, the blood all over the ground, were written with endless desolation.

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

Shen Lang roared hysterically, and the bright silver gentian spear in his hand then cut off the head of a Turkic iron horseman.

Then, a sharp scimitar landed on his shoulder.

Accompanied by the sharp pain that pierced his heart, his body couldn't help but shake and almost fell off his horse.

"Give me death!"

Shen Lang roared with a hideous face, and the bright silver gentian spear stabbed into his body fiercely.

The powerful inertia pierced his body directly, nailing him to the ground.

Shen Lang clutched the bright silver gentian gun tightly in his hand, his body bent, and he was wearing a big mouth.

At this time, he was also exhausted.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Immediately after that, two sharp Turkic scimitars fell on his back one after another, and the sound of the skin opening came into his ears, making Shen Lang smile bitterly.

"Die!"

He jerked his waist to a halt, the bright silver gentian spear in his hand pulled out of the corpse, turned around and swept out.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

As two streaks of blood spurted out, the Brilliant Silver Gentian Spear directly took away the heads of the two Turkic Iron Riders.

"Rush out and join the general!"

"Beiliang Army, kill, kill!"

"Protect the general, kill it!"

The remaining seventy or eighty white horse servants roared loudly while killing in the direction of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang looked at the only dozens of white horse servants left around, and his eyes instantly moistened.

Three thousand white horses followed him on the northern expedition in the snow.

At this time, it was only less than half a month, and almost all of them died on the battlefield.

Now that there are less than 20 people in the 3,000 White Horse Righteous Sect, how can he not be angry? How not to be sad?

At this time, his heart was full of self-blame and guilt.

Even if he has divine skills, he can replenish the number of White Horse Righteous Servants to three thousand.

But these white horse servants who died in battle are not sharp weapons for killing people in his heart, but brothers who fight side by side with him!

Every time he activates the magic skill, he doesn't die, and the summoned ones are no longer the brothers who fought side by side with him before.

Yin and yang are separated, and they meet once with the help of divine skills. But there is only endless killing, non-stop fighting.

He hadn't even talked to them, he was drunk, and he didn't remember their strange faces.

Looking at the battlefield full of corpses, and the few white horse righteous servants left, Shen Lang's heart was full of endless self-blame and guilt, sadness and sadness!

"General be careful!"

As the roar of a white horse servant sounded, I saw a cold Turkic scimitar reach the top of Shen Lang's head.

I saw that this white horse Yi roared, and rushed to Shen Lang.

"Poof!"

With the sound of skin opening flesh sounded, he protected Shen Lang on the horse's back.

"General, you must live and avenge us!"

Before the White Horse Yicong's words fell, he collapsed on Shen Lang's body.

"General, let's go!"

Another white horse servant next to him roared as he beheaded the two Turkic iron horsemen around Shen Lang from his horse.

And he was also cut off by the Turkic scimitar that cut off an arm.

"I can follow the general in this life, although I have no regrets in death!"

He shook his scarred body and roared in the sky.

The arm that had not been completely severed, drenched in blood, kept swaying in the cold wind.

I saw him wielding the Northern Tang knife in his hand, and then rushed towards the black and oppressive Turkic iron horse.

"The Northern Liang Army charges!"

He roared, roared, and slashed a Turkic horseman from his horse.

Then, numerous Turkic scimitars fell on his already crumbling body, knocking him off his horse.

"General, you have to live."

He stared in the direction of Shen Lang, smiled, and muttered, slowly ending his short but extraordinary life.

"Hurry up and escort the general away!"

"After I come to break off, you go first!"

Bai Ma Yi roared from the sky, scrambling to block in front of Shen Lang one by one, desperately killing the Turkic iron cavalry on the opposite side.

Today, however, there are fewer than ten of them.

Now, they are at the end of their bows.

How did they resist the countless Turkic armies!

Shen Lang watched as Bai Ma Yi beside him fell to the ground one by one, like a scarecrow stained red with blood.

He stood there stupidly, staring stupidly.

At this time, his mind was already blank.

The back of the white horse servants who looked at death as if they were at home slowly crossed his mind.

Familiar and unfamiliar backs, cute and hideous faces, crossed in front of his eyes.

Scene after scene, Twilight is heart-wrenching.

One after another, all of them are good sons of the Han family.

"General, you must live!"

The last white horse servant grabbed the scimitar that pierced into the abdomen with one hand, dropped the big knife in his hand with the other, and grabbed Shen Lang's arm tightly.

He grabbed Shen Lang's arm and said in a hoarse voice.

Then a Turkic iron rider who rushed to kill next to him raised the Turkic scimitar in his hand and slashed at Shen Lang's head with one sword.

"General Bloodarmor, your head is mine!"

The Turkic Iron Rider roared with a hideous face, and couldn't help but use all the strength of his body in his hands.

But his heart was filled with endless excitement and joy!