Night, thick as ink.

Blood, sprinkled like rain.

A furious roar echoed across the land, and the great sword harvested life again and again.

It was a slaughter, but also a feast.

Yang Shuang is like a farmer who overcomes obstacles, struggling to open up his own farmland.

A war knife that has not been sharpened for thousands of years, even if the blade is blunted, it can still show its power.

"Die!"

The unreserved attack is invincible on this battlefield where there are no fierce generals, the light ones are flapped away, and the heavy ones are split in half.

In the eyes of the Turkic barbarians, Yang Shuang is a humanoid monster, he is tireless, he is bloodthirsty and cruel, he is difficult to match.

Cowardice, fear, panic, all kinds of negative emotions drowned out the Turkic soldiers.

Then, in a hysterical scream, they began to flee.

Yang Shuang didn't pursue, he dragged his knife and stood, panting like a cow, and after the blood drenched all over his body volatilized heat, it formed crushed ice and condensed on the surface of his skin.

In the eyes of Apo and the loot, Yang Shuang is the god of war, he is brave and invincible, he is invincible, he is invincible, and he has a human body.

Therefore, for the first time, they felt that following such a general might really be able to realize their ambitions.

"General, mighty!"

"General, long live !!"

Apo wants revenge, and the loot wants to bring back his wife and children who are far away in the West.

Although these seem to be difficult, with the general here, everything is fine!

"Let's go, go back to Dragon City!" Taking the sheepskin jacket handed by Apo, Yang Shuang wiped the blood residue on his body at will, picked up the dragon knife and strode forward with countless stumps and broken arms.

Awa and the loot looked at each other, picking up their weapons and following closely behind.

There were generals here, and they were not afraid.

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"Kill !!"

"Shields, swords and shields, hold them !!"

"Crossbow! Bed crossbow !! ”

The west gate of Dragon City is fiercely fighting.

The broken city walls created a huge advantage for the Turkic barbarians, and even if there were hundreds of bed crossbows laid on them, they still could not stop the group of madmen who had lost their hometown and fought to the death.

Yang Awu was heroic, and the two burning sticks swept left and right, blocking the gap five or six meters wide with the body of a female streamer, so that no one could beat the barbarians who rushed up.

"Where's Kori?"

"Princess, the last general!" Kuoli already knew the identity of this female general, and while he was surprised, he was even more suspicious of the identity of his own general.

Golden Knife Horse?

No!

After a few days of observation, he found that this Lanling princess seemed to be very afraid of her general, and she was also very obedient.

In this way, isn't his own general comparable to the emperor of the Central Plains?

Could it be Oye Go?

No, no, no, in the Central Plains it should be called "prince"!

Kuori was excited, this is really a surprising speculation, what could be more promising than following a "king" to expand his territory?

Obviously, in the hearts of the grassland people, the "prince" is not the prince who is restricted everywhere in the Central Plains and cannot die well, but the "king" with huge power, the king among the people!

"Kori, is there any news from Anu and them?"

"Back to the princess, it has been two quarters of an hour since Slave Eighteen returned, but there has not been the slightest news."

Yang Awu frowned, and the sticks flew and knocked to kill the few people who rushed up, looking around the battlefield, a trace of worry leaked from his face.

Sure enough, what was expected happened.

Without the presence of the Metropolitan Governor, these patchwork generals will only fight a tailwind battle after all, and if they are met with desperate resistance or a very fierce enemy, it will not take long for them to spontaneously retreat.

It had only been half an hour of fighting, and even with a bed crossbow as a defensive weapon, they had not been able to withstand the surprise of the Turkic barbarians.

In addition to the badly collapsed city gate tower, the east and west sides near the corners of the city wall have already been climbed up by enemy troops.

Maybe in an instant, or maybe the next, the Turkic army will burst into the city.

What to do?

The first time he commanded a force of up to 10,000 people to fight, Yang Ah Wu panicked in his heart.

But she knows that as the main general left behind, she can't show the slightest cowardice, but must take the lead and fight for her own morale!

"Kill !!"

On the battlefield filled with the roars of men, a woman's coquettish voice obviously surprised the Turkic barbarians.

Although the girls of the prairie are strong, few of them can go to the battlefield, as for the girls of the Central Plains, they are weak and have white skin, except for the fragrant ones that can make them have a good appetite, they don't seem to be used indiscriminately.

But the woman in front of them subverted their cognition.

I saw the slender figure roaring and jumping off the city wall, brandishing an unknown weapon and heading straight for the banner of his own Chinese army.

"Uncle Wang, I won't let you down!"

Yang Ah Wu clenched his lips and teeth, muttering to himself in his heart.