"Kill." Ji Yanqing personally ordered, she really couldn't bear to watch Jiang Wangshu add new injuries. (Nanban Native Language)

The Southern Barbarian army charged again, and the Chu army also resisted desperately. There is no distinction between good and evil in this battle, and it is more purely a fight for life.

Jiang Wangshu and his husband were entangled together for the reason that they had to win, and the battle between the sword and halberd continued, and the two showed no mercy. Ji Yanqing and Du Ruo, the two strong women, drew their swords again, the sisters were commensurate, and the swords were fighting. The Southern Barbarian warriors and the Jing Chu Xiong soldiers collided like two torrents, and life and death had long been put aside.

"Official, don't die." Jiang Jue calmly drew his sword and said calmly.

"Didn't Childe say that he wouldn't interfere in the Nanban dispute?" Qi Guanzhuang was overjoyed, he had long been itching in his heart, which man didn't want to be famous on the battlefield?

"Because my godmother is here." Jiang Jue said.

The fierceness of this battle was even worse than that of the previous days, and all the forces of the Nanban participated in the exhibition.

Dozens of villages on the side of the White Wolf Village and the Nanban reintegrated with the small Nanban, the Chu army led by the couple of Jing Chu overlord Fucuo and Chu Zhengnan general Du Ruo, as well as Jianghou's side.

There are more than 100,000 corpses in the Caiping Plain, and a rotting breath mixed with the smell of fresh blood fills the air, bringing people two diametrically opposed reactions - nausea and euphoria.

Jiang Wangshu and Fucuo have made great strides compared to back then, but they are still between the two of them, and the two can only exchange injuries for injuries. Jiang Wangshu held the star-chasing sword and swung out a thousand swords, the galaxy swordsmanship and the star-chasing sword produced a wonderful resonance, and the seven sword rays flickered like stars. The husband held the overlord halberd in his hand and swept out thousands of guns, and the overlord marksmanship and the overlord halberd also produced a wonderful resonance, and several spear flowers were dazzling like the sun.

Ji Yanqing and Du Ruo were the instigators of the Southern Barbarian Rebellion, and the two have too many similarities, whether it is intelligence, force or appearance, they are equally divided. Ji Yanqing held two knives in his hand, light and treacherous, unpredictable and waiting for the opportunity to move, Du Ruo was not surprised when he held the long sword, and his swordsmanship was skillful.

The Nanban warriors are born warriors, and they have Chiyou's blood in their veins. Chiyou is the main attacker, and there are eighty-one brothers who are invincible; Nanban also attacked the main attack, and there were seventy-two village lords charging into battle. Jing Chu Xiong soldiers have always been Xiong Ran to expand the territory, the east and the west, the south and the north, they are the descendants of the previous dynasty, their ancestors are the road to open the mountains and forests, and the stars and the moon to expand the territory.

Jiang Jue has completely abandoned the Taoyao swordsmanship taught by Peach Blossom Farmer and the swordsmanship taught by Xiahou Zhongqing, he stepped forward without hesitation, and only had one sword, and this sword was called Ah Da.

Qi Guanzhuang's knife technique is not in the stream, so he doesn't dare to go too far away from Jiang Jue. He thought of Ah Wu, the man who was a wolf in front of outsiders and a dog in front of Childe.

"Childe, I'll be your shadow too." Qi Guanzhuang said suddenly.

Jiang Jue followed the wind and swung another sword, this sword was called Ah Liu, as fast as the wind. He thought of Ah Wu, the Ah Liu who walked fast.

Qi Guanzhuang is around Gongzi, although he knows that his strength is not as good as that of Gongzi, but he can still block the knife for Gongzi.

Chu brought Huang Xian with a knife, and slashed at Qi Guanzhuang, and this knife Qi Guanzhuang could not be avoided.

Jiang Jue seemed to be everywhere and handed out the third sword, this sword was called Ah Wu, and he followed the wind, and he had to pay attention to it. He remembered Ah Wu, the Ah Wu who liked to hide in the urn and was everywhere.

Huang Xian couldn't have imagined that the sword he was determined to win did not fall, and the last thing in his life was to look at this sharp sword piercing his chest in disbelief.

The first sword, named Ah Da, has no hesitation in name; the second sword, named Ah Liu, also known as the Wind; The third sword, named Ah Wu, is also known as Attentiveness.

From sunrise to mid-day, Jiang Wangshu and Fucuo are still indistinguishable from each other; Ji Yanqing and Du Ruo are equally divided; There were 10,000 warriors left in the Southern Barbarians, and there were less than 3,000 soldiers in Jingchu.

The Chu army was defeated and retreated, completely withdrawing from the Caiping Plain and retreating westward along Caiping Mountain, and Ji Yanqing led the army to chase after him.

Crossing Caiping Mountain, there is a river named Caiping River, and the Chu army was blocked by the Caiping River, and there was no way to retreat.

"Good sister, it's over." Ji Yanqing stepped forward immediately, her mood underwent some subtle changes, and her lifelong enemy was finally cornered, but she was not happy, and even a little sad.

"Kill." (Jing Chu Mandarin)

The three thousand Jing Chu Xiong soldiers were determined to see death as if they were home, and Tige came back with spears, and none of them retreated, nor did they cowardly.

"Kill." (Nanban Native Language)

The 10,000 Southern Barbarian warriors drew their swords and drew their swords with the belief of victory, and they did not have the ecstasy of imminent victory, nor the great joy of driving out a strong enemy.

The water of the Caiping River is shallow, cold, and wide, and half of the river is red, with the hot blood of the Jing Chu Xiong soldiers, and the hot blood of the Nanban warriors.

"Fu Sheng, General Du, cross the river." A Chu general was seriously injured, and when the words fell, he jumped to the Caiping River, ignoring the cold water in the three winters. (Jing Chu Mandarin)

"Fu Sheng, General Du, cross the river." (Jing Chu Mandarin)

Jing Chuxiong's soldiers were wounded one by one, the less injured ones resisted the Nanban warriors in front, and the seriously injured jumped into the river one after another, erecting a human-shaped pontoon bridge.

The Song general Han Ze had a glorious record of throwing corpses into the river, and now the Chu people also have the feat of building bridges with living people, half a point weaker than Han Ze?

"Du Ruo and her husband thank you." Du Ruo knelt down with her husband and kowtowed three times in a row.

There were fewer and fewer Jing Chu Xiong soldiers, Du Ruo no longer hesitated, and led his husband to cross the river with the body of Jing Chu Xiong Bing, who had not yet died.

Jiang Jue's eyes were a little moist, what kind of soldiers could do it without hesitation to erect a humanoid pontoon bridge in the cold and bone-chilling Caiping River with flesh and blood, and what kind of general was worthy of the soldiers under his command who were willing to use flesh and blood to erect a humanoid pontoon.

There was no longer a single Jing Chu soldier who could stand on the banks of the Caiping River, and their deaths were different but they only maintained two postures, either prostrate on the Caiping River or keep charging.

"Chase." Ji Yanqing is not an indecisive person, she led the army to cross the river to pursue Du Ruo and her husband wrong, accompanied by Jiang Jue, Jiang Wangshu, and Qi Guanzhuang. (Nanban Native Language)

"Jiang Hou." Jiang Jue turned his head to look at Jiang Wangshu, with mixed feelings in his heart but miserable.

"I know what you're trying to say, there is no right or wrong in war, and there is no good or evil." Jiang Wangshu didn't want to see the lives ruined, whether it was the Mandarin Kingdom or the Nanban, or even the Kyushu of the world.

The husband left several injuries on Jiang Wangshu's body, which were not light or serious, at the cost of Jiang Wangshu leaving a few sword marks on his body. After crossing the Caiping River, the husband could no longer support it and fell headlong.

Du Ruohua looked haggard, and tried hard to support her husband by mistake, but was pushed away by her husband.

Although the dragon wine brought his husband back to life by mistake and even made his strength skyrocket, the sequelae left behind was that he almost completely lost his mind, and the only one he was close to was Du Ruo.

He rudely pushed Du Ruo away and stood proudly with the overlord halberd. He was covered in wounds, some left by the Southern Barbarians, and some left by Jiang Wangshu.

Du Ruo stopped his waist and hugged his husband, and his tears wet his husband's back. How could Du Ruo not know what her husband meant, and how could she be willing to leave her husband wrong?

Life should be the same bed, and death should be the same coffin.

Fu's hands trembled, and he turned around and hugged Du Ruo, stroking Du Ruo's hair as gently as possible. In the past, the overlord of Jingchu was reduced to a poor man who was delirious, and he only had a touch of tenderness, only for his wife.

Ji Yanqing led the army to surround the two, she was not in a hurry to make a move, no matter how ruthless she was, she was not hard-hearted.

"Jiang Hou, you are so ruthless." Du Ruo's eyes were red, and she stared at Jiang Wangshu with a very hateful gaze.

Jiang Wangshu didn't answer, is he guilty? He didn't feel guilty, the war was inherently ruthless, and he just made a promise.

"Sister, I buried you with your husband." Ji Yanqing said sincerely. She didn't show the posture of a victor, and if it weren't for something she couldn't tolerate, the two should be good sisters, not go to war. (Liangzhou Mandarin)

"I don't need your mercy, and I don't need charity." Du Ruo said indifferently. She raised her sword in her hand as a sign of her determination. (Liangzhou Mandarin)

The husband held the halberd in front of her, his expression was hideous, his delirium was delirious, and there were no less than a hundred wounds on his body, large and small.

"Kill them." Ji Yanqing said with a face. (Nanban Native Language)

Dozens of Nanban warriors rushed forward with their swords, and the husband was already at the end of the crossbow, and this terrible man only appeared at the last moment, and killed nearly ten Nanban village owners and hundreds of warriors by himself, almost occupying the reversal.

The husband staggered his halberd and went up, he faced dozens of enemies, and handed over his back to Du Ruo, just like he once said that he would shield Du Ruo from the wind and rain. He faced the most elite warriors of the Southern Barbarians, guarding the woman he loved.

Du Ruoti's back to her husband is wrong, she can feel the sense of security that this man brings her, sleeping in the same bed, eating in the same case, and sleeping in the same coffin, such an ending seems to be good.

Fu Mistake is like a demon god descending to earth, and dozens of elite warriors of the Southern Barbarians all fell in front of him, at the cost of adding two new injuries to him.

His legs were pierced, and he struggled to keep himself from falling with the overlord's halberd; His hands trembled, clutching the Overlord's halberd; His back was warm, which was the tenderness of his wife and the tears of his wife.

The second group of elite warriors of the Southern Barbarians stepped forward again, and the husband mistakenly raised the halberd to fight again.

A brilliant blood flower bloomed, Du Ruo held her stomach, blood gushed out of her mouth, and her eyes were not reluctant, only relieved.

The second group of elite warriors of the Southern Barbarians all fell at the feet of Fu Cuo, and the price was that Du Ruo blocked a sword for Fu Co and was about to die.

The husband hugged Du Ruo by the waist and slowly lowered her to the ground. Fu Cuo was half-kneeling on the ground, his palms were full of blood, it was Du Ruo's blood, and he could feel Du Ruo's life passing rapidly.

Du Ruo's lips were distended, and she couldn't pronounce a syllable, she laboriously raised her hand to wrap her arms around her husband's neck, and her hot red lips, which were more gorgeous than rouge, were imprinted on her husband's pale lips and teeth.

The third group of elite warriors of the Southern Barbarians went up again, and the husband held Du Ruo in one hand and the overlord halberd in the other.

"Du Ruo!"