The old man directly forgot about his life and death.

With a wave of the machete in his hand, he slashed at the galloping horse's hooves.

"Poof!"

As the blood soared, the machete in his hand slashed at the right hoof of the war horse.

But before he could pull out his machete, the huge horse's hooves stomped him hard on the frontier land!

"Brutes are just brutes after all, are they as hard as the bones of our Han people?"

With the last trace of pride, the old man drew a successful end to his ordinary but not mediocre life.

With a smile and pride, he said goodbye to the place where he had lived for decades.

"Mother! My stomach hurts! ”

"Woooooo

A teenage child, clutching his bloodied belly.

He shouted in pain as he rolled in pain in a pool of blood.

"Child! Don't cry, you're a man! ”

Not far away, a Yunzhou woman comforted loudly while struggling desperately towards the boy.

Her blood-stained hands wanted to grab her child's hand.

Although the distance between the mother and son is only more than half a meter, for them, it is like a thousand mountains and rivers in the middle.

"Look for death!"

As the roar of a remnant fell, the Yunzhou woman fell in a pool of blood with reluctance and despair.

But even when she died, her eyes were full of motherly love staring at her child.

Her hands, stained with blood, remained in the same position as before.

Until she died, she did not forget to try to catch her own child.

Blood is thicker than water.

Mother's love trumps everything!

It's just that in the eyes of the group of beasts of Jiancheng Yu and Turkic Miscellaneous Beasts, they will never understand!

"Mother! Open your eyes and look at the child! ”

"The child is a man, the child will not cry!"

The little boy reached out and wiped the tears from his face, which was instantly covered with blood.

He raised his tender cheeks and shouted with great strength.

How he wished his mother could see how strong he was at this time.

But his mother could never see it again.

"Mother! The child will avenge you! ”

As he spoke, the little boy picked up the cutlass next to him.

But his weak arm had not yet lifted the scimitar.

A cold scimitar slashed at his head.

"Poof!"

The incomparably sharp scimitar fell fiercely on the little boy's body.

The hot blood spurted out in an instant.

Until the last moment of death, the little boy did not cry.

No more yelling!

Like a man, he faced death.

No.

He's a man!

Until he died, he still held the scimitar in his hand tightly.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

One by one, Yunzhou sons fell beside the little boy one after another.

The hot blood instantly stained the frontier land.

The corpses are all over the frontier, and the hot-blooded sons of the Han family are lying down.

Although their corpses are gradually getting cold, the endless glory on their faces will never fade!

This is the iron backbone of the Han family.

This is the innate glory of the Han family!

This is the bloodstained style!

No matter how the years change and how the sea changes.

The soul of the Han family will never be dispersed!

At this time, Xu Zilong, the general of Yunzhou defending the city, was holding a spear and kept fighting.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

One by one, they died under his gun.

Even though he has the courage of Changshan Zhao Zilong, he is faced with this inexhaustible remnant of the construction and the endless Turkic fragments.

The strength in his body is getting less and less, and the wounds on his body are getting more and more.

And the soldiers defending the city of Yunzhou beside him died one after another.

After a while, all the soldiers in Yunzhou were killed.

Now, he is the only one left.

He was surrounded.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, he was slashed off his horse.

Although the flying blood covered his eyes, it couldn't hide the bloody nature of his Han family.

"Blood debts and blood repayment, never die!"

"Yunzhou soldiers, charge!"

Even after falling from his horse, he kept waving the spear in his hand and roaring loudly.

Rumble!

As the horse's hooves fell, his stomach was instantly trampled into a pulp.

The spear in his hand was still waving, but it was getting slower and slower.

With the belief that he would see death as his home, he was swallowed up by endless darkness.

Death, for him there was not the slightest fear.

To live is the greatest shame for him!

Swear to die and would rather die than retreat.

He did it!

"Miscellaneous people, come and kill Lao Tzu!"

"Grandpa taught you how to be a person!"

"Old Wangtou, are you stupid? They're a bunch of brutes, can you teach them? ”

"Lao Zhangtou, Lao Wang, I was wrong!"

The people of Yunzhou laughed wildly at the Desire.

It's just that the laughter gets quieter and quieter until it's all gone.

They all died in the charge!

Yunzhou Erlang, no one retreated, and no one fled!

"Phew! A bunch of untouchables. ”

Gao Baofeng spat out a mouthful of blood and scolded with a hideous face.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, he smiled happily.

"Into town! Slaughter the untouchables in the city! ”

He roared as he rushed toward the city.

But looking at the city that was close at hand, the gate that was wide open, their hearts couldn't help but be full of doubts?

Why don't these untouchables be locked up?

Is there a deception in the city?

With deep doubts, he rushed into Yunzhou City.

Looking at the empty street, Gao Baofeng immediately reined in his horse.

His heart was filled with deep doubts.

But when he saw the blood book on the walls of the city, it dawned on him.

But that line of blood book made his scalp tingle.

"This group of damned Han people, are they really not afraid of death?"

Gao Baofeng stared at the blood book on the wall, and roared angrily.

Are these Han people really not afraid of death?

He seemed to be asking himself.

It's more like telling yourself - they're not afraid of death!

And not only him.

The surrounding Jianyi and Turkic miscellaneous things, looking at the rows of bloody blood books on the wall, couldn't help but tingle my scalp and cold sweat broke out on my back.

The lines of blood on the wall were written by the people and soldiers of Yunzhou with their own blood before charging.

"Yunzhou Erlang, swear not to surrender!"

"If you don't reincarnate, you will never die with the desire to build it!"

"Even if you are a ghost, you will never let go of this group of dog mongrels!"

"Today, all my Yunzhou sons and daughters went out of the city to meet the enemy, if they all died in battle, I also asked the blood armor general to avenge Yunzhou!"

“……”

The blood books on the walls are like the tips of needles.

It's so dazzling!

"Wipe it off for Lao Tzu! Wipe them all off! ”

After a brief shock, Gao Baofeng roared as if he was crazy.

These are blood words, lines of blood letters.

Like a dagger, it pierced his heart.

How to keep it?

He kept screaming, wiping the bloody words.

But he couldn't wipe away the endless fear in his heart!