Shen Lang stepped on the heads of the two Turkic barbarians in succession, and then flew to the wall.

He reached out and grabbed the spear, and glared at the wall with his feet.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

Listening to Shen Lang's roar, his body took advantage of the rebound of the wall and rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in the air.

The bright silver gentian spear that emitted this endless murderous aura, with a bloodthirsty light, slashed at the Turkic barbarians on the ground.

Volley!

"Poof!"

Shen Lang shot a shot, and even split a Turkic barbarian in half with a single shot.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!

And the wall behind Shen Lang also collapsed at this time.

In the face of this incomparably domineering volley, the surrounding Turkic barbarians were instantly stunned in place.

They looked at the miserable picture in front of them stupidly, and their hearts were even more deeply shocked!

They were petrified, allowing blood and flesh to fly into their mouths.

"Bang!"

As a loud bang fell, one person and one shot, and then fell to the ground.

The surrounding Turks reacted instantly, and they trembled with fright.

Even if they kill like hemp, even if they are inhumane.

But they couldn't believe the picture in front of them, and they believed that it could be made by people!

One hit kills is enough to make sentient beings terrified!

Is this, is this really true?

It can't be a dream, right?

The surrounding Turkic iron horsemen couldn't help but rub their eyes, hoping to see whether the silver-armored general in front of him was a human or a ghost!

But just when they couldn't figure it out, Shen Lang moved again.

He kept waving the spear in his hand, and Zhao Yun's marksmanship was fully displayed.

The silver spear in his hand, emitting a bloodthirsty light, kept harvesting the lives of the surrounding Turkic barbarians.

In the blink of an eye, none of the surrounding Turkic barbarians stood, and all fell in a pool of blood.

Those Turkic barbarians didn't understand until they died, whether this silver-armored general was a human or a ghost!

In the center of the corpse, one person and one gun, kept dripping blood to the ground.

At this time, Shen Lang was dressed in blood armor and held a spear in his hand, just like a mortal god of war!

Seeing this scene in front of them, the surrounding Youzhou soldiers and people couldn't help but open their mouths one by one, and their faces were full of surprise and incredulity!

Is it all true?

A single shot split the Turkic barbarian in half.

In the blink of an eye, he slaughtered more than a dozen Turkic iron horsemen.

This silver-armored general, is it the god of war who can't go down to earth?

Or are we already dead, and Lord Yama is punishing this group of Turkic barbarians who have lost their conscience?

After a while, a Youzhou soldier reacted from the shock.

I saw him rub his eyes fiercely, reach out and pinch his thighs fiercely.

As the pain came, his face instantly filled with ecstasy.

"The god of war descends to earth, we are saved!"

As his exclamation sounded, the surrounding Youzhou soldiers and people also reacted.

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

"God of War!"

The joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe made them can't help but shout loudly.

They are glad they are still alive.

They rejoiced that Youzhou had been saved!

The god of war descended to earth, Youzhou was saved!

The deafening cheers made Shen Lang gradually sober up.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone's incomparably joyful faces, and the murderous aura on his face faded a little.

"Can you fight!"

He shook the blood from the tip of his gun and shouted at the surrounding Youzhou soldiers.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The surrounding Youzhou soldiers immediately shouted.

Although they were scarred one by one, the appearance of Shen Lang ignited their gradually cold blood.

The god of war descended to earth, but God gave them a chance to take revenge.

How can you not fight?

Their blood, with the arrival of Shen Lang, was completely boiling!

"The Turkic barbarians invaded my frontier and slaughtered my Youzhou, and the blood debt must be paid in blood!"

Shen Lang clenched the silver spear in his hand tightly and roared with a fighting spirit.

That damn Turkic barbarian dared to kill my Han family's son!

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it!

Although Shen Lang is just a nobody, he just wants to rely on the system to set up a stall, do a task, get a small reward, and then marry three wives and four concubines, and enjoy the life of a rich man.

But Li Er, who was killed that day, actually asked him to lead a thousand soldiers to support the frontier.

Even with their corpses, they can't stop the Turkic iron horses!

Lao Tzu just wants to set up a stall, but why don't you let me die?

His heart was filled with rage!

He must live, and only by living can he avenge this pit!

But when he came to Youzhou, he saw corpses all over the ground, blood flowing sideways.

His enthusiasm as a son of the Han family was completely ignited.

Lao Tzu not only wants to live, but also to make contributions!

Let Li Er take off his boots and let those turtles in the court kneel~! Lick!

So Shen Lang decided not only to make the Turkic barbarians pay the price of blood, but also to let those bigwigs in the court, and even Li Er, know what is called a real cow B!

In an instant, his powerful momentum that is unique in the world deeply infected every Youzhou soldier around.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

The surrounding Youzhou soldiers clenched the weapons in their hands tightly one by one and shouted hysterically.

The momentum of seeing death as if it were home is straight into the sky!

Although they are scarred one by one.

Although they are exhausted one by one.

But at this moment, they forgot about life and death, and there was only one battle in their hearts.

Even if you die on the battlefield, so what?

To be able to follow this silver-armored general to the death, glorious!

"How many people are there in the Turkic Iron Cavalry?"

Shen Lang looked at everyone and asked lightly.

"The specific number of people is unknown, but there are at least tens of thousands of people attacking Youzhou."

"How many more men do we have?"

"Less than 100 people ......"

Of the 20,000 soldiers defending the city in Youzhou, less than 100 are alive today......

How sad!

"Are you afraid of death?"

Shen Lang asked at the more than ten Youzhou soldiers in front of him.

"Don't be afraid!"

The crowd shouted as if they were dead.

"Since you're not afraid of death, then poke him ~ mother's cheeks ~ eyes!"

Shen Lang said and turned over on the horse.

"Poke him ~ mother's belly ~ eyes!"

The surrounding soldiers roared one by one with great fighting spirit.

……

And at this time, Chang'an.

It was late at night, but the palace Hanyuan Hall was brightly lit.

"Your Majesty, Youzhou is in an emergency!"

Li Jing, the secretary of the military department, said with a frown.

"How many soldiers and horses are there in the Turkic Iron Cavalry?"

Li Erqiang asked with the anger in his heart.

The Turkic iron cavalry repeatedly provoked in the Tang frontier, and Li Er simply thought that Jieli Khan was asking for all kinds of benefits for the princess of the Tang Dynasty.

But now it seems that this Turkic barbarian is going to move seriously!

Could it be that the auspicious khan really wants to wave his army to the south?