After laughing, he was still afraid, but it was by no means fear, everyone was afraid of death, and they would be afraid on the battlefield, but at this time, the Shu Han soldiers behind Zhao Zilong would never be messed up because of this.

Dian Wei looked at Liu He coldly, as if he was very disdainful of this little trick to buy people's hearts, snorted coldly, and turned to look at Zhao Yun on the other side, only to find that Zhao Yun was replacing the red tassels of the bright silver spear with a ball of white tassels.

During the whole process, Zhao Yun's face was calm, and his movements were not hurried, but he gave Dian Wei a great shock, although he didn't understand what Zhao Yun's actions meant, but he knew that this was not just as simple as changing the color of the tassels, there must be a deep meaning behind it.

Zhao Yun raised the spear again, and the silver-white tassels flew in the air with an extremely beautiful spear flower, and in an instant, it was like snow flying in the sky.

Dian Wei didn't have time to sigh at the strange scene in front of him, he saw that the silver-white stabbed at him suddenly, and in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, and before he could swing the double halberd in his hand, five or six blood holes were instantly stabbed out of his body.

Dian Wei shouted, took a few steps back, and looked down, every wound on his body was very deep, and blood was already gushing out, which showed Zhao Yun's ruthlessness.

Dian Wei was stunned and looked at the young military general who was still powerless in his hands before, and after looking Zhao Yun up and down, Dian Wei's gaze turned to the silver-white tassels on the bright silver spear.

Ordinary people only say that this is for decoration, but they don't know that this thing is originally used for blood-sucking, so as not to let the blood flow from the head of the gun to the barrel of the gun, so that the hands slip and it is not easy to exert force.

As Zhao Yun undertook, he used to use white tassels when fighting to the death, and once he raised his gun and went into battle, he must use the enemy's blood to dye the white tassels red before he could stop, otherwise he would never give up.

Of course, Dian Wei had no way of knowing all this, just in the moment he was stunned, Zhao Yun raised his gun and stabbed again, this time although Dian Wei, who was prepared, used all his strength to swing the double halberd in his hand, but after more than a dozen rounds, a blood mark was still stabbed on his thigh.

Although he was already immortal, he did not lose his sense of pain, and the severe pain caused by several wounds on his body made this former battlefield warrior feel a kind of heroic desolation, Dian Wei landed on one knee, supported his body with a double halberd, and gasped for breath.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and as the blood continued to pour out of the wound, the smell became stronger and stronger, smelling this terrifying smell that was enough to suffocate people, Dian Wei had a sense of déjà vu, as if he was in Wancheng back then.

Is it going to stop there again? Dian Wei asked himself, the last time he lost to an army, but this time, he was just one person.

He looked up at the young man who had once again raised his gun and charged at him, a hint of bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

Last time he fought for that man, but this time, for what?

"You can't kill me, the only way to control me is to cut off my head and limbs, although my hexology can take my head and limbs back, and it can grow again, but the latter will take a long time." Dian Wei threw down the halberd, sat on the ground, and said calmly.

It was the only way he knew to stop him, he was tired and didn't want to fight anymore, and from the beginning, it was a fight that was fought for no apparent reason.

He never lived for himself, but the man he was willing to guard day and night is long gone.

"Get up and fight again."

Hearing this, Dian Wei raised his head suddenly, and looked at the young military general with a calm face in amazement, but he couldn't say a word.

"If you fall here, you will always be at the mercy of men, and when all this is over, what will you have to see him?"

Dian Wei was silent for a long time as if he had been struck by lightning, and then his face was relieved.

He stood up, picked up the double halberd on the ground, his eyes returned to clarity, and said with a heroic smile: "Boy, you have to think clearly, if you continue to fight, you may die." ”

"I, Zhao Zilong, will never lose, not before, not in the future, and not today," Zhao Yun said, pointing to the white-clothed scholar behind Shu Hanshi, "He said it!" ”

Dian Wei looked in the direction Zhao Yun pointed, looked at Liu He, who was standing calmly in the formation, and suddenly laughed out loud.

After the laughter, there was a grim face full of murderous aura.

This man with a name and a surname but no words entered the realm of heaven again.

On the battlefield of the Western Front, at a bridgehead farthest from Liu He, the Shu Han army encountered a fierce attack by the southern Xinjiang army, and Xiao Yu'er, who was constantly shuttling in the formation and cutting off one enemy head after another, looked to the east from time to time, and the increasingly anxious battle situation made her feel a little uneasy.

Xiao Yu'er knew the purpose of Liu He sending her here, this bridge in the westernmost part was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the queen of southern Xinjiang would not put heavy troops here.

However, Xiao Yuer still witnessed a battle that was more tragic than any previous battle, and it was really endless.

The rumored immortal army has not yet appeared, but those soldiers of southern Xinjiang who are still flesh and blood have come up wave after wave, and it is already very difficult to deal with it, so you can imagine what kind of passive situation will be in several other battlefields.

But she knew very well in her heart that with her martial arts, if she went to the frontal battlefield, she would not be able to help at all, although she was unwilling, she didn't want to be a burden to Liu He.

After barely resisting a wave of attacks by the soldiers in southern Xinjiang, Xiao Yu'er and the Shu Han soldiers beside her could finally have time to catch their breath, she wiped the blood on her forehead with the back of her hand, and wiped the blood on her body indiscriminately.

It was still dressed in red, but it was not as eye-catching as before, far less than the bright red dye of human blood, and it was instantly submerged on the battlefield full of corpses.

After half a pillar of incense, Xiao Yu'er seemed to realize something, she walked to the front of the formation, looked at the camp of the southern Xinjiang army opposite, and looked suspicious.

The soldiers of the southern Xinjiang on the opposite side are too quiet, and the silence is a little unsettling, which is in strong contrast with the fierce offensive of the southern Xinjiang army before, although the enemy has just retreated, but the other party has already taken advantage in the last encounter, and there is no reason to strike the army.

Xiao Yu'er had an ominous premonition, and this premonition soon became a reality, a riot suddenly appeared in the southern Xinjiang camp opposite, with the gradual escalation of the riot, the southern Xinjiang soldiers were divided into two sides, and a gap was opened, and a person came out of the crowd, pinched the neck of a southern Xinjiang soldier, and hung it in the air.

"Everything that gets in the way, let Lao Tzu flash aside!" The man easily broke the neck of the Southern Xinjiang soldier with one hand, and then threw the body aside.