Three steel knives slashed down at once! Li Yanzhao saw that the situation was critical, and he couldn't care about the faint pain in the wounds on his body. He struggled to roll sideways, avoiding the slash from two of them. However, the steel knife in the other person's hand slashed straight into the iron armor he was wearing. Li Yanzhao only felt a huge force coming, and his breathing was almost suffocated. At this critical juncture, Li Yanzhao, who didn't catch his breath, still subconsciously stretched out his left hand to hold the opponent's blade, and then immediately waved the knife with his right hand!

With the crisp sound of the steel knife in Li Yanzhao's right hand slashing the bone, Sergeant Zhao had already rolled to the ground, holding his injured right hand and howling miserably. Li Yanzhao's knife was powerful and heavy, and at this time, it seemed that the right hand of the Zhao army's foot soldier had been opened, and Bai Sensen's bones could still be seen in the wound.

The rest of the soldiers on Li Yanzhao's side soon discovered that their master was in danger. They desperately did everything they could to try to help Li Yanzhao get out of trouble. At that moment when the Zhao army foot soldiers rolled to the ground with their right arms and howled miserably, the rest of the Guang warriors beside him had already stabbed two spears into the torsos of the other two Zhao army foot soldiers who were besieging Li Yanzhao. After only a few breaths, the two men were two lifeless corpses, rolling on the planks above the camp wall.

Li Yanzhao struggled to get up and grabbed the opponent's blade twice, causing his left hand to suffer severe pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He lowered his head and glanced at his left hand, which was also faintly visible as the bones on the palm. Li Yanzhao was furious, took a step forward, and the ring knife in his right hand was already extremely fast, slashing towards the Zhao Jun's foot soldiers who had fallen to the ground.

There was a muffled sound of a blade entering the flesh, bringing up a pool of blood, which splashed Li Yanzhao and the rest of the soldiers around him.

On the camp wall, where the two armies are currently clashing, has become a huge meat grinder, and the soldiers on both sides are constantly throwing themselves into this camp wall that is no more than a foot wide, and as the two sides continue to fight, they fall one by one, and then, new soldiers are involved, as if they will not stop until the soldiers on both sides are consumed here.

Li Yanzhao struggled to stand up straight, and the sharp pain in his left hand tortured him all the time, as well as the rest of the wounds on his body. He felt the sleeve of his left hand, the undershirt on his body, and the trouser tube of his right leg all wet and sticky against his skin, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It's just that the sharp pain that comes from these wounds all the time makes him feel that he is still alive.

At the junction of the two armies, there were still soldiers who were constantly being swept up and then turned into fallen corpses. The corpses on that wall grew more and more densely piled up, until in the end, the soldiers of both sides were trampling on the robes or the corpses of the enemy. However, if one does not pay attention, they will trip over these corpses, and then become the military merit of the enemy on the opposite side......

The blood stains on Li Yanzhao's face were about to dry, and his lips were already white. The body is also unable to stand firmly because of the slight loss of blood. Trying to control their legs, trying to keep them firmly on their feet, they found it almost futile. So Li Yanzhao gave up this effort and put the ring head knife in his hand on the wooden plank of the camp wall as his own solid support.

The battle between the two sides gradually approached the white heat, and as the Zhao army continued to pour up the camp wall, the Guangwu soldiers showed more and more irreversible fatigue. Although they are still trying their best to maintain their current front, the reality has forced them to retreat. With the increase in casualties and the increasing number of enemies on the camp wall, these Guangwu soldiers who were cornered but still trapped in the beast were also a little unable to support it.

Li Yanzhao felt that he himself was almost exhausted at this time, and he reluctantly raised his knife, opening his mouth wide and trying to roar out to cheer up the soldiers around him. However, he tried hard for a long time, but no sound came from his throat. It was just a feeling of thirst that burned like fire hit his heart. After fighting hard all night, but the water and rice did not enter, and he was injured in many places, he felt that he had done his best.

The soldiers of the Zhao army were constantly trying to push back the battle line on the camp wall. The Guangwu soldiers gradually lost their support, and fought and retreated along the camp wall. Li Yanzhao, who was extremely tired, was also coerced by these soldiers to retreat to the rear at this time. Although no one surrendered or fled, everyone knew in their hearts that the end of this army would be sooner or later.

The soldiers in front of them were constantly suffering casualties, as if they were shouting, shouting, and groaning close to their ears...... The mixture constantly impacted Li Yanzhao's eardrums, almost making him crazy. After serving in the army for two lifetimes, he almost never faced such a stressful situation. Although he knew that he would die, he still walked on this road of no return, and took hundreds of soldiers who volunteered to follow him to fight to the end.

The ranks of the Guangwu Army are constantly shrinking, but correspondingly, there are more and more Zhao troops on the camp wall. It seems that for every time one person is cut down, the other party will have two more. The Guangwu army fought hard all night, and it was no longer able to support such a high-intensity and high-intensity battle, but under the encouragement of the main general, it was only here that it stuck to this place and fought hard.

Li Yanzhao turned his head to look at the rear team, silently counted the heads, and found that there were only two teams of about 400 people together, but there were less than 200 people left at this time. He struggled to stand on tiptoe and looked, and saw that both on the camp wall of the camp and the open space under the camp wall and between the camp tent, there were almost piles of corpses of fallen soldiers.

Seeing the infantry of the Zhao army who were getting closer and closer, and his own soldiers who were constantly falling in the front row, Li Yanzhao was heartbroken. He gripped the knife tightly with his right hand, then pulled a strip of cloth from his waist, threaded it through the ring, and wrapped it tightly around his hand. He felt that he was almost out of strength, and he had to use this method to make the last stubborn resistance.

Li Yanzhao could clearly see the hideous or timid faces of the Zhao soldiers a few steps away. The Qiang warriors dressed in animal skins and the Han soldiers dressed in Han armor were mixed together, pressing towards them step by step without mercy.

"That's it! Decades of life, just a flicker. Sacrifice your life on the battlefield, I wish the world is safe! Li Yanzhao roared angrily, and his right hand, which was tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, was already slashing down on the approaching Zhao Jun's foot soldiers, along with the blunt ring-headed knife......

"May the world be safe! May the world be safe! The soldiers beside Li Yanzhao recited the last line of the poem he had just blurted out, and with solemn faces, they all slashed the knives in their hands towards the approaching Zhao Jun's foot soldiers!

Seeing that the enemy army was getting closer and closer, Li Yanzhao no longer had any extravagant hopes, and every time he swung the knife in his hand, it shortened his remaining time by another moment. Although Li Yanzhao led these strong men who had made up their minds to die, in the final battle, they still continued to take the lives of the enemy troops on the opposite side, but the Zhao army, which saw that victory was in sight, was still gathering more and more. Every time Li Yanzhao swung the knife, he silently thought in his heart that this might be the last time......

A gun stabbed straight into Li Yanzhao's chest with a sharp wind. Li Yanzhao, who was extremely tired, still reacted instinctively and flashed to the side. However, after all, his movements were a little sluggish, and the tip of the spear had pierced the iron and leather armor on his flank, and stabbed straight into his flank under the ribs......

Finally...... It's ...... Li Yanzhao raised his head slightly, and the sky after the rain had begun to turn blue. And he, is he going to draw the end of his life in this sunny day?

Li Yanzhao fell backwards on his back, and in the last remaining consciousness, a noise mixed with the unusually clear calls of his subordinates beat on his heart.

"Li Sima! Li Sima ......, "Seeing that the Lord was about to fall to the ground, the Guangwu soldiers beside him felt that the last faith and pillar in their hearts also collapsed. However, in the midst of a stunned wail, there was a faint burst of angry shouts behind everyone.

"Yongdeng County soldiers, come to help!" [.]