Qin Zichuan and Zhang Deyun stood on the city wall, staring at the brightly lit Turkic army in the distance.

"If there are 30,000 white horse righteous followers, the lord will definitely take the head of the Turkic Khan."

Qin Zichuan muttered helplessly.

However, he now has less than 2,000 white horses.

In addition, more than 1,000 people in Dingzhou are old, weak, sick and disabled.

Tomorrow's battle, how to fight?

Hit a stone with an egg and die together?

A sense of loss and despair that had never existed before began to spread in Qin Zichuan's heart.

"General, why are you worried?"

Zhang Deyun, the assassin of Dingzhou, looked at Qin Zichuan and asked with concern.

"Is the general worried about tomorrow's battle?"

"I'm worried that Dingzhou will be lost and slaughtered."

Qin Zichuan clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.

Although war is a meat grinder, it has taken countless lives.

But war also moved history.

But like the Turkic Miscellaneous Fragments, capturing a city and slaughtering it is simply inferior to a beast!

Great rebellion!

The picture of Youzhou being slaughtered still kept coming to Qin Zichuan's mind.

The corpses all over the ground, the blood all over the ground.

He would never allow this to happen a second time!

"I want to be quiet for a while."

Qin Zichuan leaned against the city wall as he spoke.

If you can draw a cup of Greater China at this time and drink a cup of two pots, how good it would be!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Doesn't Lao Tzu have a system?

Can the system give itself a cigarette and a glass of wine?

Thinking of this, Qin Zichuan immediately entered the system.

"Congratulations to the master for keeping Dingzhou and getting a chance to draw a lottery."

Listening to the incomparably pleasant voice of the system, Qin Zichuan couldn't help but be shocked.

it!

What do you want!

"Lottery!"

Qin Zichuan made a choice without hesitation.

"Congratulations to the master, you will never die when you get the magic skill."

Never die?

"Learn."

After studying, Qin Zichuan almost jumped off the city wall without excitement.

Never die, replenish the number of White Horse Yicong, go on the line to three thousand, and improve its combat effectiveness.

The higher the proficiency, the greater the stat increase.

No way!

This skill for the White Horse Righteous Servant is simply to make them an immortal army!

Although the freezing time takes a day.

But Qin Zichuan danced excitedly.

"Damn Turkic minuses, we're going to die tomorrow!"

Qin Zichuan stared in the direction of the Turkic army and muttered alone.

……

And at this time, in the Turkic army.

"General Shi Zhenxiang, the king of Ming Japan will give you 50,000 iron cavalry, there is no problem in capturing Dingzhou, right?"

The Turkic Khan said coldly.

Thinking of Li Xuanba, who killed his general, he had an urge to eat people.

This man must die!

"If it fails, the last general is willing to bring someone to see him!"

Shi Zhenxiang knelt in front of the Turkic Khan and made a military order.

Although Dingzhou was not captured, this could not disrupt the plans of the Turkic Khan.

He is going to assemble on the bank of the Weishui River and fight to the death with the Tang Dynasty here.

If the Tang Dynasty didn't dare to fight, he would wave his army to the south, and the blood stained the Central Plains!

And how can he disrupt his plan?

"Don't let this king down!"

A murderous look flashed in the eyes of the Turkic Khan.

"Let's go!"

With his order, the Turkic army rushed to the banks of the Weishui River.

……

With the eastern sky, the white of the fish's belly is revealed.

The first rays of the morning sun shine on this crumbling and dangerous city.

On the city wall of Dingzhou, everyone silently ate the flatbread.

It's hard to swallow, but they're devouring it.

Perhaps, this is the last meal they will eat.

……

The Turkic general Shi Zhenxiang led 50,000 Turkic iron horsemen to Dingzhou.

For this dangerous city, he is bound to win!

"Charge all!"

As Shi Zhenxiang's words fell, 50,000 Turkic iron horsemen rushed to Dingzhou.

The 50,000-strong army defeated Dingzhou, which was like an adult beating a baby.

There is no suspense in this battle!

"Kill!"

"Slaughter all the two-legged sheep in the city!"

……

In the face of these 50,000 Turkic iron horsemen, the earth seemed to tremble.

In the yellow sand, the sharp scimitar radiated a bloodthirsty light.

"The white horse will follow me out of the city to face the battle, and the rest of the people will be stationed on the city wall!"

The big knife in Qin Zichuan's hand was already unbearable, and he couldn't wait to shout.

"General! Let's go with you! ”

"We all said that we would die on the battlefield and die on the battlefield!"

"The living collect the bodies of the dead, and we cannot retreat!"

……

Qin Zichuan turned his head and glanced at the people of Dingzhou behind him, and his heart was full of emotion.

There is no shortage of icing on the cake.

There are even fewer people who send charcoal in the snow.

But this crowd will go with them to their death!

"Slaughter all the Turkic miscellaneous pieces and die on the battlefield!"

Qin Zichuan said and rode out of the city gate.

3,000 white horses, plus more than 1,000 strong men in Dingzhou, less than 5,000 people.

Now they want 5,000 battles against the Turks, and 50,000 troops.

It's not that Qin Zichuan doesn't want to guard the city gate, but these three thousand white horses are righteous, and only by charging can they give full play to their true strength!

"Kill! Slaughter the Turkic miscellaneous pieces! ”

Qin Zichuan roared as he activated the Divine Skill Immortal Endless Skill.

With the blessing of skills, Bai Mayi immediately replenished the number of people to 3,000.

What's more, the three thousand white horse righteousness skyrocketed from combat effectiveness in an instant.

Even Qin Zichuan felt that his combat effectiveness had improved significantly.

He led 3,000 white horse followers, and immediately fought with the Turkic army of 50,000.

"Kill! Slaughter the Turkic miscellaneous pieces! ”

"Martyrdom for the country, death on the battlefield!"

The shouts of the Dingzhou heroes who regard death as their home are so desolate and tragic!

"Boom!"

Qin Zichuan led 3,000 white horse retinues, and instantly collided with the Turkic 50,000 iron horsemen.

Suddenly, people turned on their backs, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

With the blessing of skills, the three thousand white horse Yicong are like a meat grinder, constantly harvesting the lives of Turkic dogs.

Zhang Deyun and the others were immediately stunned.

Three thousand white horse righteous followers, their strength is so amazing!

In the yellow sand, they saw that Qin Zichuan had entered the center of the Turkic army alone.

Shock!

A deep shock rose in the hearts of everyone.

"Kill!"

"Fight with this bunch of crumbs!"

"Martyrdom for the country, death on the battlefield!"

The strong men of Dingzhou shouted and fought desperately.

They put their own life and death on the line, and only want to die on the battlefield and die for their country!

Dying on the battlefield is their best destination!

Martyrdom is their greatest glory!

Qin Zichuan's white armor had already been stained red with blood.

He kept wielding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, harvesting the Turkic miscellaneous lives.

He rushed to the front first, and three thousand white horses split the two sides, like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the Turkic army.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter the Turkic minuse!"

"Die on the battlefield and die for your country!"

The shouts came and went, and everyone was determined to die, and fought with the Turkic iron horsemen.