How long has the fierce fight been going on? Su Jian, who was named Marquis of Pingling very early because of his military exploits, can't remember it clearly. He couldn't remember how many enemies he had slain, and he didn't have time to think about what the end would be.

It was the hardest battle since he joined the army. Because this time the opponent was different from the previous one, the Persians, who had become crazy, had to fight to the death instead of fleeing halfway. The valiant Han soldiers had already paid a heavy price in casualties. However, the Persians did not retreat.

It is clear that this time the situation is already non-stop. The one who lasts to the end will be the overall winner. And the losing side will inevitably die without a place to bury.

All the soldiers of the Soviet Construction Department, who knew this very well, firmly held the last line of defense of their defensive camp, and fought fiercely for nearly two hours, but the Persians were never able to move forward. This is a contest of pure strength and courage, and it is a bloody game of the brave. Fighting with flesh and blood, people on both sides will fall to the ground and die at any time. Immediately after that, the people behind rushed up again, starting another round of confrontation and strangulation again. The battlefield was tragic and full of casualties.

Li Ling, who was fighting back-to-back with Su Jian, had already given him the latest news. There was also an enemy by the river to the east of the camp, and it was probably the most formidable ambush of the Persians. They lurked there quietly, and at this most critical moment, there was no doubt that it would be a fatal blow to the entire Han army camp.

Su Jian, who was seriously injured, had infinite sadness in his heart. He had a hunch that in today's battle, he would probably die in the far west.

Su Jian, who is in his forties, has three sons, all of whom can be regarded as manufacturable. Although it is a pity, none of them inherited his martial arts strategy, but abandoned martial arts. But when he thinks about it now, he doesn't regret it anymore.

The general inevitably died before the battle. If those boys can have the ability to govern the county in the future, they will not be in danger of going into battle to kill the enemy. Then he will be at ease.

And Su Wu, the most respected of the three sons of the Su family, has already been sent to the Royal Academy in Changle Yuan to study for several years. This young son of the Su family is very compatible with Li Ling. In the past, they often traveled together, and they were personally guided by Yuan Zhao. It is precisely because of this that Su Jian's heart does not contain personal emotions in the current crisis moment.

If he and Li Ling, the two Han armies, had to pay a heavy price for casualties in order to be able to preserve most of the strength of the other side, then he Su Jian had actually made a choice.

In fact, sometimes you don't need too many reasons to make a life-and-death choice. He is a veteran of the battlefield, and Li Ling is just his son and nephew. That's just one part of the story. And most importantly, he has always believed that the vitality of young people cannot be extinguished. This included young up-and-comers like his sons Su Wu and Li Ling, as well as many other young up-and-comers of the Han Dynasty, who hoped that they would always remain undefeated and carry on the mighty spirit that their generation had pioneered.

Therefore, Su Jian led his soldiers to block the back of Li Lingjun. No matter how fierce the enemy is, their blades will not be able to extend an inch further.

Su Jian, who was heavily injured and wounded and fought again, ordered loudly with a horizontal knife to let the pro-army around him convey his orders and put the defense range

Stretch, make sure not a single Persian rushes through here. Under the condition that he is not yet capable of carrying out a counteroffensive, this is only what he can do. The only thing I hope for now is that Li Ling's side can create a miracle. If he could get the first chance and destroy or repel the Persians attacking from the south, he would probably have a chance to turn the corner and keep the entire battalion and the western expeditionary army safe.

And just when Su Jian, the Marquis of Pingling, started the last battle of his life with a decisive heart, the Persian prince, who had seen the overall situation, also saw the situation clearly, and he couldn't help but be greatly annoyed. It took so much effort to prepare for so long, just to surprise the Han army with lightning speed and catch them off guard. But now it seems that it has not achieved the desired effect. Although the defensive area of the Han army camp was being attacked step by step, it was not the speed he wanted.

"Quickly send the order, and let all the samurai who are mainly attacking the west show their strongest combat strength. Even if they can't wipe out all the Han troops in front of them in a short period of time, they must further compress their living space...... When they are surrounded on all sides, they will not be able to fly! ”

However, after nearly half an hour of continuous killing, the Persians, who received the prince's order, were a little surprised to find that they seemed to have encountered an impregnable wall in front of them, and they could not kill them by all means!

"Your Royal Highness, don't be impatient just yet. Although the battle situation here is in a stalemate, it is believed that the Han army will not be able to hold out for long. Calculate the time, the strange army we sent should have already crossed the river, right? That's the key to breaking the deadlock. As long as this sharp knife was plunged into the abdomen of the Han army, it would be difficult for them not to die. ”

Hearing the words of the nobles around him, the Persian prince calmed down his agitated mood. Sure enough, what they said was not wrong at all, the surprise army they had high hopes for, as long as the surprise attack was successful, the entire battlefield situation would be completely changed. The destruction of the 100,000 Han army was only in the blink of an eye!

"But it's been so long, why hasn't there been any movement over there? It stands to reason that with the means of the two temple messengers, no one in this world will be their opponent. What's more, the 10,000 dead soldiers were all carefully selected...... It's a little weird! Could there be any other surprises?"

When he heard the latest news again, the Persian prince was a little suspicious. Now the entire battlefield situation is clear at a glance. The Han army battalion was desperately resisting in two directions, and their purpose should be to preserve the strength as much as possible while keeping the camp. When this is the most critical time, it is indeed very abnormal to see the movement of the 10,000 attackers for a long time.

However, the nobles and cronies around him obviously did not have such worries as the prince. They had great confidence in the incomparably powerful temple messengers to go out in person. Immediately, he comforted His Royal Highness the Prince with a little peace of mind, and maybe in the next moment, he would hear the good news that they had attacked the center of the Han army's camp in one fell swoop.

The Persian prince held the knife in one hand, trying not to make his face unusual. Because just now, I don't know why, a very terrifying figure suddenly appeared in his mind. Like many people, he was the most feared person in his life. He analyzed the information gathered from various sources in detail, but he never found out where the person was now. This made his heart very uneasy

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However, this sentiment was quickly dispelled by the optimism of those around him. It doesn't matter where he is now! The Persians had already taken the initiative, and the coordinated attack on several fronts was very powerful, and the situation was very good. No matter how powerful that guy named Yuan Zhao is, what can he do? If you can kill him on the battlefield this time, then it will be the real revenge and eternal repercussions!

It has been said that there are two kinds of people in the world who are most likely to have certain premonitions about each other. One is a true heart-to-heart friend. And the other is an enemy with a deep hatred. Yuan Zhao is the greatest enemy of the Persian prince and the entire Persian Empire. Therefore, His Royal Highness the prince doesn't know why there are some waves in his heart, maybe that's the reason.

In fact, the Persian prince's hunch was not wrong at all. The fear of someone and the fear of something in his heart were becoming a reality by the river dozens of miles away from the Han army camp.

In the south of Luojia Mountain, on the bank of the big river, this battle that has just begun is not inferior to the fierce battle on the side of the Han army's camp, and even surpasses it. And, unlike other battlefields, this is a special battle. There was a man who was going to keep an army of ten thousand men at the river, here and now. He is bounded by the knife in his hand, his eyebrows are slanted, and he is domineering.

"Whoever wants to cross the river, die!"

When these words were spoken, the first bloody storm had not stopped. The man named Yuan Zhao exhaled lightly, and lowered the tip of his knife diagonally, and blood dripped under his feet, like flowers blooming in the rocks.

From the rocks in the middle of the river to the other side, within a distance of dozens of zhang, the river began to glow with a faint red color. You don't have to look closely to know that it's the color of blood!

Mohan, who had retreated to the river, raised his head, and as far as he could see, the river was full of dead warrior corpses. The wind and waves rolled, the ups and downs, and soon disappeared. His heart was beating violently, and the man's method of killing just now was beyond his and everyone's knowledge. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed what he said, with the power of mortals, he could sweep half of the river with a single sword!

"Team up with a thousand people and attack in turn! He's not a god, he's just a mortal...... With his flesh and blood, see if he can block a few rounds of blades! ”

Mohan gave a roaring command. Not even he felt it, his voice was like the roar of a wild beast. Nearly 100 people died in the first round of attacks, leaving the Persian warriors in a state of over-frightened collective ignorance. Hearing Mohan's order, they raised their knives almost without thinking and waded into the water again to kill.

Driven by terror, they did not flee but exploded, which is why the Persian dead men were called dead soldiers.

The Persians, running on the rocks submerged by the river, heard a clear roar like a dragon's roar. The figure in the center of the river came and went like a lonely man, and the majestic murderous aura enveloped the section of the river near the small canyon. Death strikes, and no one is spared!

Whoever enters the river will be killed. This is what the young Han man with the double knife in his hand said. He is like a mountain firmly blocking this direction of the Han army camp, where one person is, foolproof.

Up and down the river, blood flowed and pestle. This brutal battle, I don't know when it will stop. Perhaps, when the Han army is victorious. Perhaps, until the moment he fell.......