"Damn brute... Kill... Kill....swear not to retreat....kill... Kill..."

In the chaotic moments, the crazy duel, Du Bo fell, Shi Chang topped, Shi Chang fell, Wu Chang was on top, Wu Chang died, and hundreds of Northland men who were still fighting vowed not to retreat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, on this bloody slope of the sea of corpses, there is no third way to go except to kill and be killed, except for the flag of honor that symbolizes the bloody roots, there is no longer any righteousness to survive.

A few steps away, Bo Ermu's arrogance, raging and ruthless like a poisonous needle, violently stimulated the hundreds of right army men who fought last on the high slope, and when they looked closely, Zhao Yuan and Huang Qi in the front of the shield array were bloodshot, roaring like a ghost in the night, so crazy In the eyes of the barbarians, they were no longer human.

"Impossible... How can these Xia bones still have the strength to fight again... Impossible..."

When an ignorant howl erupted from the chest of a barbarian leader of a small hundred households, Zhao Yuan's horizontal knife quickly slashed into his neck with the momentum of thunder, and as the blade slashed, the hideous and fearful head flew into the gate of Sumata Saint in a blood spattere.

"Brother Xiu... Get up..."

When Bo'ermu's axe blade rushed to Lin Xiu's forehead with the Death Scythe, Zhao Yuan, who rushed to kill, shouted wildly, and under this exciting bloody roar, Lin Xiu's suppressed and tired body burst out with the last trace of courage again.

In an instant, Lin Xiu supported the ground with his hands, flew up and jumped, the axe blade immediately rubbed his cheek, and slashed heavily on the raised stones behind him, in an instant, the axe shattered, and countless splashed stones were comparable to carving knives, hitting Lin Xiu's cheeks one after another, making his flesh and blood fly, but before life and death, Lin Xiu completely forgot the pain of flesh and skin, he only knew that he had to swing the knife, only by living, could he send the barbarians in front of him to the underworld, and Bo Ermu did not expect that such a thin and weak Xia people could survive from the dead, and even showed a few points of counter-killing.

"Barbarians... It's not a pity to die... Xia people... It's not a cheap seed... Kill..."

The collapse of the spirit was suppressed by the madness, and the bloody Lin Xiu roared forward, he clenched the broken horizontal knife, and took advantage of this gap to stab at the stunned Boermu cheek.

The blade of 'poof' entered the face, his eyebrows and eyes were sparse, and in the next second, Bo'ermu, who had lost his right eye, howled out a heart-rending pain, at this moment, Lin Xiu's afterglow swept away, and the bearded Dubo on the ground had already gone west, and the pale and solidified blood was still staring at Boermu in front of him, as if he was unwilling to swallow that sad turbidity until death.

Such grief made Lin Xiu's nerves twitch, his arms continued to draw strength in exhaustion, and in the roar, the blade of the broken knife turned three points in Dou Da's head, which made Bo Ermu's blood splash and howl, and before he could swing his axe, Zhao Yuan, Huang Qi and more than a dozen brothers had already broken through the barbarians beside Bo Ermu and rushed to Lin Xiu's approach.

At this point, the madness in Boermu's heart turned into cowardice and quickly overflowed, and he couldn't believe that these thin lamb-like cubs in front of him could really defeat the Xiyue warriors who were favored by Sumatra, and really sent him into the vast sky.

"Die!"

The shouts were like thunder, the force was drawn and the knife was drawn, and all the men in the north roared in unison, and they rushed to rebuke the horizontal knife and spear, turning into a cold light, and the bear-like Boermu immediately died in the cold blade.

When Boermu's life fell, Lin Xiu and the others raised their swords to the sky, shouting and killing around, those Xiyue barbarians who had just captured Gaopo lost the spiritual pillar of Boermu, and immediately attacked and defended each other, so that the end of the danger of the right army was also the beginning of the slaughter, and the warrior men of the five battalions began to oppress and kill in the madness of Lin Xiu and these people.

In an instant, the strength of the army was as vigorous as a mountain, and the blood was as cheap as the ocean, and the devastating impact drove the surrounding hundreds of barbarians down the high slope, and it was only three breaths of effort, and the barbarians who transformed from beasts to straws were quickly routed in the bloody blade of the Xia soldiers, and only the body that had no time to retreat and fell into the dust of the fallen leaves told the tragedy just now.

In the face of such a rapid turn in the battle situation, above the middle hill, the black front rushed bloody, and his heart was surging, and he was also deeply aware in surprise that the boy of the north, the peak of the Xia soldiers, the heroic soul of the northern frontier, and the pillar of the banner.

When the drums of war were restarted and the roar was scattered, the leader of the thousand households of the Xiyue Division, Shebulin Ejin's Nakel Boermu died on the high slope, and after more than 1,000 barbarians in his headquarters left more than 800 corpses, they were completely driven down the mountain by the brothers of the fifth battalion of the right army.

It's just that Borbu Dahesa looked at the fallen leaves and dense mountains and forests and said anxiously: "Lord Ejin, by all means, this time the truth is not clear, if our department rushes to kill again, the consequences are simply unpredictable, and besides, Lord Ejin has forgotten the alliance posture of other tribes?" Forgot about the Golden Family's separation? Forget the heavy snow and cold after the month? ”

Even though he was angry, but the last words of Borb Dahesa touched Sheblin Ejin's heart, and after a short period of depression, looking at the remnants of the Boermu main warriors who had escaped and retreated, Sheblin Ejin gritted his teeth and rebuked: "Send someone... Explore this place... Even if I can't enter the hinterland of Lin, Xiang, Li and other cities, I'm going to skin and bone these damn Xia people... Make food for the winter and bring it back to the grassland..."

As soon as these words came out, Ai Jinjiao's hand shouted loudly, causing hundreds of scattered horses to run out of the Houxiyue tribe and gallop towards the east and west of Xiaodang Mountain.

On the high slope of the valley mouth of the slope forest, when the brute banner stopped coming, Lin Xiu, who was almost exhausted of blood, slowly leaned on the trees beside him to slide to, and the moment his body touched the ground, endless exhaustion and pain burst out like a flood from the bottom of his heart, limbs, and even every inch of skin.

"Brother Xiu..."

The smoke and blood mist dissipated, the living slowly gathered around, and the dead continued to sleep, Lin Xiu turned his head blankly, the bloodstained people looked strange, but they didn't know that they were all his brothers.

"Brother Ping..."

The surge of thoughts, nearly half a moment of hard work made Lin Xiu retract his thoughts from the crazy blood, in front of him, Lin Huaiping, Zhao Yuan, Li Hu, Huang Qi, Huang Yuming, these brothers who knew each other and knew each other changed their appearance in the blood mist, although they were the same skin, but the pair of Mu Zi released a cold light that was different from the past.

"It's over... Is it over..."

When a sobbing word exhaled from the chest of a certain Xia soldier, the pathos of dying Huangquan but fighting to the death made Lin Xiu's heart depressed, this is the battlefield, this is the bloody nature of the northland boy, this is the heroic soul courage contained in the blood-stained banner in the distance!