Half an hour ago, Li Ling, who was directing the operation, received an urgent report that the enemy's traces had suddenly been discovered across the river in the east direction of the camp, and he had moved quickly and fiercely. He was taken aback.

As a talented general, of course I understand what a dangerous situation this will be. If it really falls into the belly and back to suffer the enemy, then even the most powerful army may not have a chance to win. What's more, Su Jianbu, who was defending separately from him, was also under fierce attack, and there was no way to support each other at all.

Although the defense outside the camp effectively resisted the fire attack launched by the Persians with fiery horses, when more than 40,000 warriors began to pounce recklessly, Li Ling and his soldiers still felt a lot of pressure.

If it were a different battlefield and a different point in time, Li Ling would never be willing to do so. He has always believed in the saying "the best defense is offense". In his belief, only by riding a war horse and roaring to kill, sweeping thousands of armies like mustard, this is the spirit of the Han army.

However, the current difficult situation has determined that he can only be like an eagle in bondage, difficult to spread his wings. For the safety of the entire camp of the Western Expeditionary Army, all of them were forced to be on the defensive during this time. This has undoubtedly weakened the fighting effectiveness and will of the officers and men.

Although they knew that such consequences would be caused, Li Ling and the other generals were helpless. If compared to the horror of the Great Plague, perhaps it would be wise to temporarily resist the enemy in a defensive state. Moreover, this was originally an order given by Yuan Zhao when he left, and no one dared to disobey it casually.

But now, Li Ling regretted it a little. If he had known that the Persians would be so crazy, he should have led the Wyvern army out to fight for a while and thwart their edge. In any case, such a passive beating is something he will never be willing to accept.

However, now it is too late. Faced with a frontal onslaught of 40,000 Persian warriors and the presence of an enemy across the river, Li Ling, who was sitting here, had to adjust his deployment to deal with the worst that could come.

It's a pity that the crossbow arrows in the camp have run out, and if there were those sharp weapons to kill and wound the enemy, it would not be so embarrassing. And now, I can only rely on the knives in the hands of the soldiers, the blood in my chest and the loyalty in my heart!

It is a fact that the defense is always at a disadvantage over the offense, and that cannot be changed. The strength of 40,000 Persian warriors would require equal or greater military strength to cope with. Li Ling gritted his teeth, looking at the fierce battle ahead, he ordered people to report the emergency situation to General Su Jian, and at the same time dispatched 5,000 Han troops to rush to the east of the camp to defend. This was already the most force he could send, but he was not very sure whether they would be able to stop the Persians crossing the river.

"If in the end, if you can't do anything, you can't take care of a lot, you can only fight to the death!"

Li Ling drew his sword and personally took the military academy around him to plug a gap that had been frantically broken by the Persian warriors. After killing several people in a row, blood splattered on the robe. He silently glanced in the direction of the east, and the thought that flashed in his heart turned out to be "It would be nice if Master was here"!

Whether it is the youthful process of growing up or the short years of iron armor, he has always been within the scope of Yuan Zhao's sight. Even he didn't realize that deep down in his heart, he had never gotten rid of that dependence. Perhaps, having experienced this

After the most difficult independent battle, the boy can grow into a real hero!

The knife is like a snow-capped mountain, and the blood flows like a river. One of the most fierce collisions began here. In this war, which is destined to not end easily, perhaps only the bravest will survive.

While Li Ling was in a bitter battle, Su Jian had no way to retreat. This middle-aged general, who first followed the great general Wei Qing's Northern Expedition to the Huns, had several wounds on his body, but he fought again with his wounds, and he no longer retreated half a step. And not only him, but all the soldiers under his command also firmly guarded the ground under their feet with bloody steel swords. This is their last line of defense, if they can't hold on, then the Li Lingbu behind them is really dangerous.

"There is an enemy attack on the other side of the river, and General Li Ling is already in the middle of being caught between two sides. He is no longer able to support this side, and we must not allow the enemy here to threaten his back again! Therefore, all the soldiers will fight to the death with me. ”

Su Jian threw off his helmet. No one knew that he had already suffered several serious injuries on his body under his armor. Blood flowed down the arm onto the knife and dripped onto the grass. I can't tell which is the enemy's and which is my own.

Shouting and killing, countless enemies rushed over again to this defensive line composed of the flesh and blood of the Han army. Desperately fighting, life withering, happened in a short moment. The Han army camp was fighting fiercely in three directions, boiling endlessly. Only in the east, after all this time, is still unusually silent.

"Is the sudden appearance of the enemy on the other side of the river weak, or have they been destroyed?"

Such questions have surfaced in the minds of many people who know the news. In addition to the fierce fighting, this is undoubtedly what they want the most. If this is the case, then the situation of the Han army camp will be much calmer.

Su Jian slashed the head of the hideous-looking guy in front of him with a knife. However, the severe pain under his ribs made him know very well that he had added another deep wound to his body. Out of the corner of his eye, the enemy was like ants everywhere, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath and loudly encourage the surrounding Dao.

"This is the last madness of the Persians! Before dark, let's kill to your heart's content, serve the country with blood, and shroud the body of horse leather, but it's just an ordinary thing! ”

All the officers and soldiers of the Han army who obeyed his orders understood the meaning of this sentence. No one said anything, since he was a member of the ** team of the Great Han Emperor, only with full of enthusiasm could he be worthy of the light of the knife in his hand.

"I am willing to listen to the general's orders and fight to the death. The knife is in the people, and the knife is dead! ”

The voice of generosity resounded in the sky. Even if it is not for anything else, the knife in their hands embodies the pioneering spirit of the Han Empire. Every owner must exert its greatest power in order to be worthy of this last sound.

The same knife, in the hands of different people, naturally has very different powers. If the knife in the hands of an ordinary Han army general is the most powerful and can kill ten, dozens or even hundreds of people, then when it is in the hands of another person, no one can imagine how powerful it will be to shock the world!

As one of the temple messengers, Bohan, the heavy knife he holds in his hand is also a peerless Xuantie famous sword. The jet-black blade glowed with a cold light, and when he slashed down with all his strength, looking at the momentum, not only the rock could be cracked, but even the river under his feet seemed to be cut off by the waist.

Bohan was furious. So the knife he cut off on the top of his head today is his biggest water

Flat. Even he himself was surprised, it was usually difficult to break through, but now it is so easy. Is it because he met a rare opponent in his life, so he naturally exerted his hidden power.

If it had been a moment ago, Bohan would never have thought that the young man sitting on the rock washing his knife would have done anything powerful. But in the blink of an eye, he changed his opinion again and became extremely important. The reason is very simple, the Persian warrior who was sent over didn't even have the strength to fight back in front of that person, he was cut in two, and no one could even see how to kill him.

This knife alone is shocking. Because the power of this knife is not just about killing. Suddenly, there was an invisible murderous aura flowing on this section of the river, and even the river water was driven, and the waves were agitated.

So, Bohan took it personally. He doesn't care who the other party is, and no matter what the identity of the other party is, just the ability he just revealed is enough to be qualified to be his opponent.

The heavy sword of Xuantie was worshiped by the temples of the past dynasties. The powerful temple messenger grew up with his hands and feet, picked up this knife, and the tide surged, and within a few zhang range, he was locked by the killing machine, and there was no way to avoid it. How could the thin body of a young Han man withstand this thunderous blow! When many Persian warriors in the back saw this earth-shattering momentum, they couldn't help but have their blood gushing, and they all shouted "kill" in unison!

Everyone was incredibly convinced that the next moment would be tragic. The flesh and blood are blurred and the rocks are cracked, and the person standing on the rock will become powder, along with the rock under his feet!

And the intensity of the fact did not disappoint them. The thrilling sound of the earthquake burst out, between the mountains and rivers, the broken rock and the turbulent river water were like a storm of stones, and the body of the beating person was painful, and the stagnant breath in the air actually made people feel that they could not breathe, and many people were shocked and hurriedly retreated, not knowing what was happening.

The storm was gone in the blink of an eye, and the river was calm again. Mo Han, who jumped to the shore in embarrassment like everyone else, suppressed his heartbeat and hurriedly opened his eyes wide to see, he was in a trance for a moment, not knowing whether what he was seeing was reality or illusory.

Mohan and Bohan have been together day and night for many years, and they know his skills as if they were in charge. He knew very well that Bohan did not have such ability, so there was only one conclusion, and the terrible momentum that caused the river to roll upside down just now was caused by his opponent.

"Bohan!"

The name that I had just wanted to shout out of my mouth was dumb. Mohan covered his chest with his hand, and he saw Bohan's body floating on the surface of the river, tattered like a rotting ribbon fish that had been dead for a long time.

"How can it be so powerful! Who the hell are you? ”

"I'm Yuan Zhao! The people who came with the army of the Han Dynasty to receive this land. ”

Stick the heavy black iron knife into the rock. Yuan Zhao, who had killed two people in a row, pointed at the Persian opposite with the knife in his hand. Then he said it casually.

"If you fight, you will fight, why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Mo Han, who had already guessed his identity, didn't say a word. He just raised his knife, and the thousands of people behind him made a noise and waded into the water to kill together. Since you have this rare opportunity, no matter what the cost, you have to kill this person.

However, he did not know that there were ten thousand enemies in the world. That's not a legend!