When the red color of the sky stained the top of the mountains, a palm suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff ten steps away from the stone pavilion in the middle of the mountain!

The thick palm that had been marked with blood marks grabbed the raised stone on the edge of the cliff, and pulled it out with all his might, leaning out his upper body, revealing a face biting a blood-red scimitar - the end of the all.

Finally climbed up!

After finishing the event, they couldn't breathe for a while, and they saw two people standing in the stone pavilion in front of them.

These two people are very strange, the man in the official robe is standing, while the man in the soldier's uniform is sitting, and the fierce battle is raging in front of him, but this little soldier is sitting like a mountain, looking like a general, not more like a commander. Their eyes were firmly fixed on the Su Lu Dingqi on the mountain road, and they did not see the end of the city.

Could it be ...... The hearts of the finishers were pounding, their luck would be so good?

He stared at the seated man, and from this angle he could only see the side face, but how familiar it looked - yes, it was him! Song Lord Zhao Hunting!

The finishers were ecstatic at this moment.

Song Lord Zhao Hunting, sitting in the stone pavilion is actually the ultimate goal of this battle, Song Lord Zhao Hunting!

"Immortal Heaven didn't abandon us!" At this moment, almost everyone wanted to bow down to the sky, feeling that Changshengtian had finally opened his eyes, for the sake of so many warriors who had died in battle, and finally gave his good luck to his side.

Although Zhao Hunt was wearing the costume of a small soldier, the average Mongolian soldier would definitely regard him as a martial arts warrior when he saw it, but the senior generals of the Yuan army were exceptions. He had seen the portrait of Zhao Lie, not only he had seen it, but also Arslen. Their target is Zhao Hunt, if they can't recognize the main owner, when they reach the top of the mountain, aren't they afraid that any person wearing a dragon robe will be regarded as the oolong of the Song Lord?

At this moment, the Song lord Zhao Lie had no guards around him, only one official, and hundreds of martial arts soldiers were fighting with the Mongol soldiers dozens of steps away.

At this moment, there were no warriors around him, he was the first to climb the cliff, and the rest of the raiding warriors were still trying to climb, and the fastest one was already half exposed.

At this moment, Zhao Lie still turned his back to the end of the capital, and did not realize the crisis that was close at hand.

What a godsend!

After finishing the effort, they all made a silent gesture to the Mongolian assault soldiers under the cliff, quietly climbed the cliff with both hands, took off the scimitar in their mouths, and stared at Zhao Lie...... The hem of the suit is approaching step by step.

The finishers have been on the battlefield for many years, and they know that most of the Hundred Warriors have a special intuition, and if they are stared at close with murderous eyes, they will have a feeling. At least that's the case with him, and Song Lord Zhao Lie is also a battlefield legend. Therefore, the finisher did not dare to look directly at his back, for fear that the murderous aura in his eyes would trigger the other party's induction, but stared at the hem of his suit, as long as the opponent moved, the hem would also move.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

When all of them took the fourth step, behind them, a red sun jumped out of the top of the mountain, stretching his shadow long and projecting it on the stone pavilion......

Worst!

The pupils of the finishers were constricted, and their whole bodies were tense.

The next moment, Zhao Lie and Ma Nanchun in the stone pavilion seemed to be aware of it, and turned their heads at the same time, their faces changed!

In the battle of Tonggu Mountain, the two main generals faced each other in this strange situation.

The finishers all roared, rushed out like a leopard, the scimitar reflected the sun, the blood was dazzling, and slashed at the wrist of Zhao Hunt, who was sitting in the stone pavilion, holding the spear.

This is a good opportunity given by the Immortal Heaven, and he must capture Lord Song alive. The final outcome of the battle of Song and Yuan is the decisive blow of him!

At this time, Zhao Lie didn't have a single guard around him, his guards were all martial arts teams, and at this moment, all the martial arts warriors were forcibly sent into battle by him, and even Ding Xiaoqi didn't want to stay by his side as an errand runner.

At this moment, there was only one person beside Zhao Lie - Ma Nanchun.

When the roar suddenly started, Ma Nanchun's face changed greatly, and he immediately reached out to touch the gun - Ma Nanchun was wearing a four-grade official robe, and his pistol was hidden under the official robe, as a close minister of the Son of Heaven, he naturally couldn't always show his weapons in front of the Son of Heaven, and it was reasonable to hide it on weekdays, but when he encountered an emergency like the one in front of him, the action of pulling out the gun was too slow.

Ma Nanchun was indeed slower to draw his gun, not only slower than the finisher, but also slower than Zhao Hunt.

Zhao Lie's shotgun was already across his lap, and the barrel was filled with shotguns. He was going to participate in the war, so naturally he was loaded with live ammunition, and if he had an empty gun, wouldn't he be pretending?

When the shadow of the finished man appeared at his feet, Zhao Hunt was already alarmed, and the tempered nerves were immediately fed back to his body, making his reaction faster than his action of turning back, the Remington shotgun bounced off his lap, and in the direction where the roar came from, there were three shots - this is the terrible thing about shotgun shotguns, there is no need to deliberately aim at all, roughly lock in one direction and just bombard, as long as the luck is not too bad, the shotgun that is sprayed in the sky will definitely hit the target, the difference is only that the projectile hit is more or less.

When the gunshot rang out, the finishers had already rushed to the bottom of the stone pavilion steps, and were taking advantage of the momentum to step up the steps, and the scimitar in their hands had been cut off......

In the next moment, the strong bodies of the finishers who were all leaping into the air shook three times with three loud bangs. The first time the gun rang out, the scimitar was broken and knocked away, and the body was knocked out of the stone pavilion; The second time the gun rang out, the body was shocked again, and the blood rushed all the way; The third gunshot rang out, and the finishers were directly blasted to the edge of the cliff he had climbed out of earlier, and smashed a Mongolian soldier who had just climbed the cliff.

The Mongolian soldier screamed and danced and fell off the cliff, and the finisher fell on the edge of the cliff because of this obstruction, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood, and kept gurgling outward......

These three gunshots also alarmed the martial arts soldiers who rejected the horses and chaotic stone formations, the gunfire on the position stopped suddenly, and hundreds of eyes shot in the direction of the stone pavilion, at a glance, the souls of the dead were rising, the scalp was numb, and the brains of all the soldiers stopped spinning for a few breaths, and then turned into an earth-shattering roar: "Escort——"

In an instant, the position that was originally impregnable and impenetrable by ten times the enemy actually shook on its own, and the network of firepower woven by almost continuous gunfire and flowing fire suddenly disappeared.

"Protect your fucking driver!" Zhao Hunting shot a Mongolian soldier who had just climbed the cliff and had not yet rushed out of two steps, turned his head and roared, "Sticking to the position is the real escort, whoever dares to leave the position without permission will be punished as a deserter and killed on the spot!" ”

Ma Nanchun also raised his hand and fired several shots in succession, lifting a newly emerging Mongolian soldier Tianling Gai into the air, and shouted: "Your Majesty and I have more advantageous weapons, and the Tartars can't rush at all, so you are loyal to the position, don't mess up!" ”

Zhao Lie's decisive order and Ma Nanchun's timely reminder finally calmed down the panic of the martial arts warriors. Everyone also understood the situation, under the terrible bombardment of His Majesty's strongest shotgun, and the Mongolian soldiers who were still replenishing their guns from time to time, the Mongolian soldiers who climbed the cliff fell one after another, and they did not die as fast as they climbed, and they could not cause a threat to Your Majesty at all.

Long Feiyi and other martial arts team fighters finally breathed a sigh of relief, Your Majesty was not in danger. However, this tone was just loosened and brought up again, because, the martial arts team, is dangerous.