Soul Department, which can be exchanged for famous generals through the ages.

It's just that the generals exchanged for this soul are not entities, but war spirits.

The use of War Spirit is time-limited, and there is a key point.

That is, there must be a physical host.

Not everyone's body is good, but it is necessary to fit the famous general himself, a warrior with a heart of death.

In other words, only a warrior with a mortal heart can let the war spirit be attached.

At the same time, the people who are attached will also burn their lives as support.

In other words, it's like a super-stimulant, but the consequence is that the host will eventually die.

After all, there are all famous generals here, and this bravery is not something that ordinary people can bear.

However, this is also the only chance to fight in the enemy's ranks.

Lin Su strangled Chitu, five hundred warriors, gathered in one place.

"Brothers, if you rush forward, we won't be able to go back!"

Looking at the soldiers in front of him who were covered in blood and exhausted.

They have just completed a Jedi counterattack with themselves, and each of them is a well-deserved warrior.

Using the war spirit on them, Lin Su couldn't bear it.

Because it is tantamount to condemning them to death.

"I can compete with the god of war on the battlefield, and I will not regret waiting for a hundred deaths!"

"I have no intention of going back alive at all, I am willing to follow the god of war and fight to the last drop of blood."

"Lao Tzu is enough now, general, rush!"

The five hundred iron-clad men showed a smile at this moment.

They have long been determined to die.

Death could no longer shake them.

Among the tens of thousands of golden soldiers, five hundred iron soldiers actually laughed loudly.

No one thinks about whether it's worth it.

No one remembers that they joined the army purely to make ends meet.

At this moment, they just want to fight.

Fight for tens of millions of Han Chinese.

"Okay, in that case, I'll accompany my brothers and kill the enemy together!"

Lin Su also felt full of pride.

With a wave of the halberd in his hand, he once again urged the horse forward.

Five hundred iron soldiers, followed closely behind, but unbeknownst to him, Lin Su secretly turned on the exchange function.

With nearly 200,000 qi and blood values, Lin Su exchanged nearly two hundred battle souls in one go.

"Use the Spirit of War!"

"Success!"

With the turn of his mind, Lin Su's eyes could see countless lights and shadows descending from the sky.

As the light and shadow submerged into the warrior's body behind him, Lin Su could hear the voices of famous generals throughout the ages.

Of course, he is the only one who can see all this.

"Dian Wei, join the war!"

"Guan Yunchang, join the war!"

"Ma Chao, join the war!"

"Yingbu, go to war!"

"Long live Shi, go to war!"

"Xue Rengui, join the war!"

"Li Guang, join the war!"

"Huo Quai, join the war!"

……

Hundred battle spirits fell from the sky and submerged into the bodies of these warriors.

With the blessing of the battle spirit, they only felt that their bodies were extremely powerful.

Briefly inherited the abilities of these famous generals through the ages.

This has made each of them reach a peak in combat effectiveness.

Originally, there was only one fierce general in Lin Su, but now, in the group of five hundred people, there are more than 100 fierce generals.

Each of them is also a famous general with explosive combat effectiveness.

With such help, Lin Su's eyes also became murderous.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Fang Tian drew a halberd, flashing with cold light.

The aura of killing spreads.

The heart of death makes them feel as if the whole person is burning.

Only the blood of the enemy can make them feel a little cold.

No longer dodging, the squad of 500 men rushed straight into the enemy's hinterland.

With the momentum of destroying the ancient era, it pushed the blocking of tens of thousands of golden soldiers and iron horses.

The spirit of war through the ages descends on the battlefield together.

Such combat power is unstoppable in any era of cold weapons.

The original three-way encirclement was unexpectedly pushed across by these five hundred squads.

Those golden soldiers were completely frightened.

Where are the five hundred Song people?

It's like five hundred jackal beasts that have been released.

It's more like five hundred demons crawling out of hell.

Even those soldiers who were not descended by the battle spirit felt the blood of their comrades-in-arms.

An unprecedented squad that no one can stop.

After a fight, the 500 squad lost nearly 100 people.

But he forcibly cut down more than 3,000 golden soldiers, and even made the surrounding golden soldiers dare not step forward.

Ignore the corpse-strewn battlefield.

This unstoppable team swept through the southern camp.

Rushed straight into the laundry yard.

As for the battle on this side, it has entered a white heat.

Of the 500 Song soldiers who came to rescue, only 300 remained.

Among them were many iron-blooded tough men with severed hands and legs, with blood-red eyes, standing there with spears or supporting each other.

Although the armor on their bodies was rotten and there were countless scars, the expressions on their faces and the eyes in their sockets were so firm and bright.

In front of them, there were countless corpses of golden soldiers.

And behind them were those Han women with tears on their faces and trembling all over.

The Jin people demanded that they should not wear shirts, and they should all show their tops and wear sheep furs.

At this time, the night wind was howling, and they were even more trembling.

When Lin Su arrived, everyone roared loudly with excitement.

"How? It's almost transferred, right? ”

Lin Su looked at the tent behind him, how could there be so many women here, and many of them were holding children.

"Back to the God of War, I could have finished walking...... But now...... No, we found it again...... Thousands of captured children! ”

A soldier with torn armor said with tears in his eyes.

In this laundry yard, there are not only nearly 10,000 Han women, but also thousands of children.

The youngest of them was three or four years old, and the eldest was only seven or eight years old.

"This is a special capture by the Jin people...... Keep ...... Food! ”

At that, everyone's hearts were bleeding.

The Jin soldiers called the captive Song people "two-legged sheep", and the old and thin men called "Rao Jiaohuo".

The young woman is called "the sheep who is not envious", and the child is called "and the bones are rotten".

When the cattle and sheep were eaten all the way to the war, they were made into jerky as rations with human flesh.

In particular, these people love to eat children's meat, which is said to be very tender.

So these children are literally the granary of their movement.

Hearing this, Lin Su hurriedly walked into the laundry yard.

Looking at those timid and panicked children, they are all children of the Han nationality and children of the Song people.

Originally, they were supposed to be the pearls in the arms of their parents.

But now it has been reduced to food for golden dogs, and I am afraid that their parents are no longer in the world.

"General, let's not leave, you take the children and go!"

"We have been ruined, and there is no point in living, please save the child!"

"They're still young, so take them back!"

Many women knelt on the ground.

They have long had enough of the days when life is worse than death.

But many of them are living painfully because their children are still alive.

Right now, there are golden soldiers all around.

The tunnel is too small, and it is impossible for more than 10,000 people to retreat with their children.

The firelight shone on Lin Su's face, and looking at everything in front of him, he felt that his heart was pierced like a pain.

The tears in my eyes couldn't help but flow.

"I'm Songzi, how can I give up my compatriots and sisters and live in the world, as long as there is still one person who hasn't left, I'd rather die than retreat!"

Grabbing Fang Tian's painting halberd, Lin Su looked up to the sky and roared.

Although there were only more than 600 people in front of him, none of them were people who were afraid of death.