The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty fought with their lives and regarded death as home.

They are using their own flesh and blood to forge the iron bones of the Han family!

However, the Turkic iron cavalry continued to gather, and they killed more and more.

However, 10,000 Tang soldiers died one after another, and there were fewer and fewer ......

"Brothers, fight a bloody way for the general!"

Li Xiuning's lieutenant roared in the sky, and then rushed towards the black-pressed Turkic iron horse.

The surrounding Tang soldiers followed, and they had to fight their way to the death.

"You escort the general away, I'll cut it off!"

One of Li Xiuning's personal guards roared, then turned his horse's head and led a group of soldiers to kill the Turkic army behind him.

Li Xiuning, as the first female general of the Tang Dynasty, can be said to have made great contributions to the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

And these guards were personally selected for Li Xiuning when Li Yuan's cavalry rebelled.

At the beginning, there were 100 people, but with Li Xiuning's southern and northern wars, there are less than 20 people alive now.

They are all the most loyal dead soldiers to Li Xiuning.

Although their numbers are small, they are all battle-hardened, and all of them are the elite of the elite.

Although they are slightly inferior to the White Horse Yicong, compared to ordinary soldiers, they are also the existence of one enemy and one hundred.

Now that Li Xiuning and General Blood Armor are under siege, they naturally want to stand up.

To charge for the master, death in battle is what their dead soldiers should do!

"Lao Wang, Lao Zhao! You must come back alive! ”

"Don't worry! I'm still waiting for you to have a drink! ”

Looking at the backs of Lao Zhao, Lao Wang and the others who looked at death as home, the remaining half of the dead couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

How could they not know that they might never come back.

"If you don't go back, you won't go back!"

Thinking of the blood-armored general behind him, Lao Wang raised his head and laughed "haha".

I'm sorry general, I'll borrow your words and use it, Lao Wang.

However, the real special mother's boost!

"If you don't go back together, you won't go back!"

These guards and the Tang soldiers who chose to break off raised their heads one by one and laughed and roared!

Die for the blood-armored general, glorious!

Die for your master, glorious!

"Brothers, kill! The blood does not stop, and the death does not stop! ”

Lao Wang roared as if he were dead.

I saw him pierce the chest of the opposite Turkic iron horseman with a shot.

As the blood gushed out, he raised his head and roared, and with a sudden force of his arms, he directly lifted the corpse of the Turkic iron knight high.

The blood of the Turkic knights kept spilling down the spear.

In the blink of an eye, his whole body was stained red with blood.

"Die!"

I heard the old king roar angrily and waved it downward.

The corpse of the Turkic Iron Rider was like a cannonball, and it smashed into the body of the opposite Turkic Iron Horseman.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, it fell down in an instant.

"Lao Wang, you are still as brave as you were back then!"

Lao Zhao glanced at Lao Wang next door and roared excitedly.

"It's just a bunch of crumbs, so why be afraid!"

Lao Wang immediately roared proudly.

"How about we have a fight? Look who killed the Turkic miscellaneous more! ”

Before Lao Zhao's words fell, the people rushed towards the black and oppressive Turkic iron horse.

"Looking for a lady, you are not as good as me, and killing people is naturally not as good as my old king!"

How can the old king next door admit defeat?

He raised his head and roared, and then led the Tang soldiers around him to rush towards the Turkic iron cavalry.

But as soon as his words fell, the Turkic iron horsemen who rushed like a tide surrounded them.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Lao Wang and Lao Zhao were like crazy, slaughtering constantly, and secretly launched a murderous contest in their hearts.

However, there were too many Turkic iron cavalry around, and one by one the Tang soldiers were also killed and dismounted.

The rest of the guards killed countless Turkic iron horsemen.

But with so many Turkic iron horsemen, how did they kill them?

As the sharp Turkic scimitar rose and fell, a Tang Dynasty soldier, one by one, died on the way to the charge.

In the blink of an eye, the sons of the Han family who chose to break off were only Lao Wang and Lao Zhao.

"Die for the blood-armored general, glorious!"

Lao Zhao immediately roared angrily, and the spear in his hand swept out in an instant, directly taking away the heads of the two Turkic iron horsemen.

The flying head, the blood that flowed.

Shocking!

"Die for the princess, glory!"

He directly ignored the surrounding Turkic scimitars, clamped his legs into the belly of the horse, and then launched a charge again.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, taking the lives of three Turkic iron horsemen in a row.

"Damn Han people, go die!"

At this time, a Turkic iron rider next to him roared while raising the scimitar in his hand and slashed at Lao Zhao's neck.

"Lao Zhao!"

Lao Wang next door roared with great worry, and rushed towards Lao Zhao.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

When he rushed to Lao Zhao's side, his body had already been stabbed several times, and he was drenched in blood.

But he was still a step too late.

"Click!"

As the Turkic scimitar fell, the sharp blade cut through Lao Zhao's skin and slashed at his neck.

"The bones of our Han people will always be harder than the scimitars of your group of dogs!"

Lao Zhao roared with a hideous face.

"Lao Zhao!"

Lao Wang roared hysterically, and reached out to catch Lao Zhao's body that was about to fall from the horse.

"Lao Wang, let's still be brothers in the next life."

Lao Zhao just opened his mouth, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Before he finished his words, he ended his ordinary but not mediocre life with the glory of dying on the battlefield.

"Lao Zhao!"

Lao Wang hugged Lao Zhao's body and roared hysterically.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

But before his words could fall, sharp Turkic scimitars fell on him one after another.

I saw his body shake, and he fell to the ground with Lao Zhao's corpse.

"In the next life, we will be brothers."

Lao Wang hugged Lao Zhao's corpse to the death, and did not let go until the last moment of his death.

They are friends of life and death, brothers in life and death.

Now they are together, with the glory of dying on the battlefield, and they have left together......

Good brothers, live and die together.

And they did!

……

"Die for the general, glory!"

"Die for the princess, glory!"

The guards who tried to fight their way out of the bloody path screamed and charged frantically.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The sharp Turkic scimitar kept cutting through their bodies.

But they turned a blind eye one by one and kept fighting.

In their eyes, there is only one word - kill!

There is only one goal, and that is to fight your way out!