The Jidi soldier, who had not had much air on the ground, laughed miserably and said intermittently: "Su Chalmu, you, when you poisoned us, did you ever think that you would also suffer such retribution, haha.? rane?n? ???．? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅｎａ`ｃｏｍ”

The soldier seemed to be extremely happy, laughed a few times, was flooded with blood, and coughed repeatedly, the blood stained the entire neck red, "A few ships will let us kill each other, haha, good scheming, good scheming, I'll go first, wait for you on the Huangquan Road." The soldier slowly closed his eyes, and his heaving and struggling chest gradually quieted down.

If it weren't for these boats, Zongma might not be able to escape back to the Caohai camp, but unfortunately the only way to survive was cut off at the moment when he killed the brothers and sisters in the camp, and he was buried by himself.

Haziz beside him also looked desperate, looking at the rippling Zhejiang River in a daze, the boat was gone, and the front and back roads were cut off by Dagan soldiers, and this catastrophe was inevitable.

According to Su Chalmu's tyrannical temperament on weekdays, he had to kill Haqiz to vent his anger, but now, Su Chalmu suddenly lost interest in killing, but felt a little disgusted, I don't know why he killed so many people in the past, if he can't die today, he will no longer kill people at will in the future.

It's a pity that all this in front of me is only seizing the day, regardless of the coming day.

Su Zhalmu looked up to the sky and smiled, and the battle axe pointed at the Dagan soldiers who were ready to attack in the dense forest, and shouted angrily: "I am the ...... of the falling clouds."

"Shoot the arrows." Before the words were finished, a cold and indifferent voice came out, no less than the soul-stirring demon voice of the underworld.

With the words, sharp arrows rained down, stabbing the Caohai soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit to death on the bank of the Zhejiang River.

Su Chalmu rushed up the hill in a rage, the battle axe in his hand fluttered up and down, blocking the bow and arrow shot at him, the momentum before dying was indeed shocking, but it was only a return to the light, the power of one person, braving the sharp arrows like autumn rain can have a few chances of winning, and no matter the archery Dagan soldiers are not lacking in martial arts.

One step, two steps, until sixty-three steps, Su Zhalmu's pace was very large, sixty-three steps, he had entered the dense forest, and saw the delicate and indifferent young general in the middle of the Great Gan Generals, with mottled white hair on his sideburns, quietly looking at the fierce beast Su Zhalmu as if looking at a flower and a grass.

As soon as his feet were weak, Suzarmu fell to his knees, looked down, and saw that a bow and arrow were nailed to his knee, piercing his knee and piercing a half.

Su Charmu let out a beast-like roar, brandishing a battle axe in one hand and holding the ground with the other, and crawled towards the Qingxiu general. Three more arrows pierced through the tomahawk, one in the chest and two in the waist and abdomen.

Su Chalmu's strength suddenly leaked, and the tomahawk in his hand slowed down, almost disorganized, just dancing and struggling aimlessly.

The rain of arrows thinned out, and there was no Dagan soldier who wasted arrows on Luoyun Touben, who took a breath less.

The corpses of the grass sea soldiers by the river are like the straw of the autumn harvest, stacked together in a mess, some were killed by sharp arrows, and those who died earlier in the hands of the camp robes, and some panicked, fled to the Zhejiang River, the wind and waves were fierce, a few ups and downs disappeared, drowned in the Zhejiang River, this shortcut to the south, now it has become a murderous beast.

There are also some Caohai soldiers rushed out of the rain of arrows and fled to the north and south, and the Dagan soldiers on the slope did not chase after them, but only intercepted and killed those Caohai soldiers who intended to end up on the hillside one by one, and let the others go, and they couldn't go far after all.

Su Chalmu gasped, holding the handle of the axe with both hands, barely letting his body not fall, and when he looked back, all thoughts were lost for a while. On the edge of the river below the mountain, there are no more capable grass sea generals.

Suzar Timber Wolf glared at the Qingxiu generals like an eagle, panting heavily, eager to swallow the generals in front of him.

The Qingxiu general just glanced at it indifferently, and seemed to lose interest, and raised his eyes to look at the surface of the Zhejiang River.

"Order the yamen of the state capital, county and county to send people to salvage the floating corpses and bury them on the spot, so as not to infect the plague."

"The last will obey."

Su Zhalmu was so angry that he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and with an axe in both hands, he actually stood up, slashed at the Qingxiu general, and roared angrily: "I am Luoyun Su Zhalmu." The words fell, and the tomahawk also fell, just looking at the momentum should have the ability to open the world.

The tomahawk fell with a thunderous momentum, and the Qingxiu general remained motionless, as if he had not seen it. With such a powerful slash, he didn't touch the Qingxiu general, and went straight into the mountain soil, but the strong wind brought up the white hair of the Qingxiu general, raised it a few times and then drooped down again.

This axe is still a foot away from the Qingxiu generals.

Su Zhalmu's eyes were scattered, and the people outside his body and the shadows outside his body gradually blurred. The huge body lay silent on the tomahawk, and a pair of bloodshot eyes never closed until death.

The river was surging, the breeze was gusting, and the smell of blood on the shore dissipated quickly, and it didn't take long for the corpses of these grass sea soldiers to be cleaned up, and disappeared without a trace like a sinking ship. The Dagan soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, and Yang Xiedu was as calm as ever, except for the newly stained blood stains on the leaves of the grass and trees, it was almost impossible to see that this place had just experienced a bloody storm.

The two generals galloped to the scene, calling for the winter cicada and Hong Jun.

"General, there are no fish that have slipped through the net, and they have all been killed by the brothers in the camp." Hong Jun wiped the dust on his face and said loudly, "Hey, I finally let out a bad breath for the people of Liangzhou." ”

Li fell down the mountain forest, stepped forward, heard the sound, and said with a smile: "The two generals have worked hard. ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Hong Jun glanced at the Hucha Winter Cicada, waved his hand again and again, "This battle is a good fight!" It's said how good the grass sea iron ride is, hey, it's just that. ”

Li Luo smiled lightly, and glanced at the cavalry soldiers gathered together, the three cavalry led by Li Luo and the three of them suffered the most casualties, and the full number of people who can still stand here now is only 6,000 people, that is, the strength of a cavalry battalion before the army was dispatched.

"General, Yuan Jun has a message, they are waiting for us in Linshan County, and then there is Shiyan Mansion."

"Shiyan Mansion." Li Luo groaned.

"Well, Shiyan Mansion has now fallen into the hands of the Caohai army, and Linshan County has become the northernmost county in Yeliang Prefecture at present." Hucha Dongcian glanced at Li Luo and continued, "When you leave Linshan County, you will meet the Caohai Mongolian cavalry." ”

"The soldiers in the herald camp will repair for a while and leave for Linshan County."

Hu Cha Dong Cicada and Hong Jun took the order and left.