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At this time, a young man in white jumped out of the crowd, slashed at the weak young men who were kneeling, and scolded: "You people, why are you so spineless, are you kneeling for a long time, you can't stand up." We're here to save you, but you don't even have the face to lose, damn it!"

A wolf-headed black-clad soldier jumped out, picked up the knife, and slashed at the white-clothed boy with a few backhands.

The young man was in danger, and with a snort, the sleeve of his left hand was cut off by the black armorer's single knife. The white-clothed young man let out a clear whistle, and the three-foot long knife was handed out, pointing at the black-clothed armor. The black-clothed armor soldier's horizontal knife was sealed, the knives intersected, and with a bang, the white-clothed young man's single knife was shocked and bent abruptly, turning into a curved ruler, his arm was sore, and he jumped three steps to the side.

"Unhurt big brother, you step back first, I'll come!"

A human boy in a ragged sheepskin robe jumped out, took the knife of the black-clothed armor soldier, his body shook, the latter came first, turned around and stopped in front of the two, the horizontal knife pushed heavily, the black-clothed armor soldier waved the knife to block, involuntarily retreated three steps, his face was swollen and red.

The black-clad man shouted, "You want to die." ”

The boy said, "Then come." While pulling up the sleeve of his right hand, he drew a semicircle of steps under his feet, and pointed obliquely at the knife, Han Sensen's knife light turned around the face of the black-clothed armor soldier a few times, and said coldly: "Do you think I'm looking for death?"

The black-clad man roared and said, "Then you will die." He jumped forward and slashed at the boy with his sword.

When the young man saw this, he waved the long knife in his hand and shouted, "I'll stab you to death." ”

Jumped up, swirled in the air, dodged to avoid the oncoming knife, and then, in mid-air, turned his body in a semicircle, vigorously swung the knife out, slashed down diagonally, shook the armor scimitar, and slashed at the shoulder and neck of the black-clothed armor soldier. The black-clad soldier snorted, took a few steps forward, staggered, and fell to the ground.

In the killing field, the rebels applauded: ——。

"Good!"

"It's good!"

"Kill one enough!"

Xin Ziqi was covered in blood, although he looked childish, but he was arrogant, standing in front of the battle with his sword, and he was not afraid of those fierce and vicious black-clothed armor soldiers. Everyone behind him stood up in unison, standing behind them, facing the enemies around them who were about to advance with their swords, and clenched the weapons in their hands, all of them had doubled their courage and regarded death as home.

"Mei, Brother Mei, our brothers are one, no, not on the same day...... Birth, but it is the same, the same day of death, haha, I am very high, high, happy!" the pig-faced man walked up to the deer-cane man, laughed, and stammered.

"Well, Brother Pig, it's just that I'm tired of you dying together today, I'm really guilty as a brother!"

"Don't, don't, don't say this, don't say this!"

Mei Lingfeng, the Absolute City Lord, looked back at the people behind him, there were still more than 300 people left to fight, some wounded soldiers were holding weapons, trying their best not to fall, everyone's eyes were resolute, and they were all going to die.

Chun Yuyi looked at the people around him who were covered in blood, the stumps of his comrades lying on the ground, and the killing field was surrounded by black-clothed soldiers, and he felt sad in his heart, and turned his head to look at his daughter Ti Ying beside Aunt Mei, and sang loudly: "A hundred years of life is like a dream." ......”

Hundreds of people went to die together, which was also tragic and desolate, and they could sing this song from their hometown in the East, and everyone sang along: ——。

"A hundred years of life is like a dream.

There is life and death, and the strong man chokes his wrist.

As I am born, as I am dead.

Death is not enough to mourn, life is not enough to be happy.

The north wind in the western regions, and the smoke in the east.

Qingqing Zijin, my heart and my wish.

It is difficult to protect our country's land, but it is difficult to go to our country.

What is the joy of life and what is the regret of death?

Think of my wife and children, and look at my homeland.

Defend the prestige of our country, and lend me a sword.

The rest of his life is happy, and he fights to turn the field.

The road is blocked, and the road is long and far!

......”

Hundreds of strong men regard death as home, singing loudly, is the true character of a man, rough and heroic, die and die, after all, we have fought unyieldingly for an ideal, no regrets and regrets!

On the eastern horizon, the rising sun, hanging diagonally, seems to be within reach.

In the dawn sky, a blood-red halo was sprinkled thinly on the blood-soaked land, and also on the calm faces of the righteous soldiers, putting a bleak and soft color on everyone, which was holy.

At this time, there is no wind, no clouds, but there is the smell of salty blood, there is the determination to die, and there is desolation and tragedy!

"Okay, let's die together, we want to live together. Brothers, we will be brothers in the next life, kill!" Lao Meizi shouted, waved the deer-headed iron staff, took the lead, and rushed towards the enemy troops surrounded in front.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!" the devil herald waved the white order flag and said coldly.

Those black-clothed armor soldiers who stood with swords automatically formed several three-person teams, swarming up, and under the swords and guns, dozens of volunteers were killed in front of the army, gradually squeezing, compressing the rebels to the center of the formation, forcing more and more tightly.

This group of heroic rebels was completely crushed.

Of course, we need to advocate spirit and will, but we also need to face up to the decisive role and significance of technological progress in the historical process. This small offensive and defensive battle made Lao Meizi and them really taste the taste of "the instrument is not as good as the person". It's not a win or a defeat of two armies, it's a win or a defeat of two civilizations. One is a new civilization, with advanced systems and ideas, advanced economy and technology, although this civilization representing the advanced era also represents bloodshed and cruelty. Specific to the battlefield, it is advanced weapons and tactics. The other is the old era, completely crushed.

When the new era abandons you, it won't even say goodbye!

Destroyed, nothing to do with others!

With the determination to die, the volunteers set up their shields, and hundreds of spears were obliquely outward, forming a circle to defend all the strong soldiers of the righteous army behind the strong shields. The devils of the Beigong servant army surrounded this shield array, and they also held spears, advancing step by step, and at the same time, the archers drew their big bows and released arrows into the shield array from time to time, and sometimes someone fell down with arrows in the shield array.

The situation of the rebels is already in an extremely critical situation, and their survival is within a breath.

Just as the Beigong Army was about to slaughter the Elite Righteous Army, a sharp weapon made a sharp whistle, and with a "whoosh" sound, a blue light flashed, breaking through the air from outside the camp, and the extremely strong shock wave carried by it flew out with several soldiers and horses at the camp gate, and then, with a loud "bang", it was heavily inserted on the ground where the two armies intersected, and it sank into the handle, trembling slightly, faintly glowing with a faint blue plasma flame. With a shock wave of the ground, the flying ash and small pebbles were stirred up by a shock wave, forming a circle and spreading in all directions, shaking the soldiers of the two sides around them to retreat a few steps in unison.

Then, I only heard a heavy hoof sound knocking on the ground, coming very suddenly, like a black smoke, stepping on a place of wind and dust, rushing into the camp, rushing straight to the battlefield between the two armies, as if falling from the sky, throwing off the four big horns on the head that were as hard as spears, knocking out more than a dozen black-clothed armor soldiers in front of them, raising their heads, and shouting twice to the camp gate.

The soldiers of the two armies looked fixedly, but they saw a strange beast as big as a yak, with blood-red eyes, snorting, and facing the four horns at the black-clothed armor soldiers, so fierce that the armor soldiers looked at each other, and they did not dare to attack for a while.

The soldiers of the two armies did not have time to think about it, and suddenly heard a few "bangs" at the gate of the camp, and then a few screams, several ironclad cavalrymen had been cut off their horses, and a sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, "da da da", four hooves flew over, rushed into the camp, and rushed straight into front of the two armies. Everyone in the killing field felt a flicker in front of them, and a figure jumped down from the horse like a green wind, and was already standing in front of the hilt of the sword, like a god descending. This big blue-black horse was a great horse, and it neighed, and in front of the man, the man stood up, and hissed like a warrior in battle.

I saw that the man was dressed in his twenties, wearing a new blue shirt and pants, and he was dressed as a young man from the Ghost Cave Clan, but he did not wear a black turban. I saw that his body was straight, his sword eyebrows flew obliquely, his eyes were slender like a phoenix, and he was like a cold moon between opening and closing, and his complexion was very handsome and chic.

The young man gently bit a poplar leaf in his mouth, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a kind of evil ruffian look on his face, faintly appearing.

He didn't look at the people around him, he stepped straight forward, with a casual look, the palm of his right hand was on the hilt of the knife inserted in the ground, his five fingers were bluffed, and with a "bang", the knife jumped up from the ground, and it was a broken knife, the blade was more than a foot long, and it was held in the young man's hand. The young man casually pulled the broken knife void into a knife flower, rested the blade on his right shoulder, tilted his head slightly to the left, stood in the middle of the two armies, bowed his head slightly, and looked at the black-clothed armor soldiers in front of him lightly, his face seemed to be smiling, and his expression was evil.

When those black-clothed soldiers saw that there was another person on the battlefield out of thin air, they were all stunned, and they looked fixedly, but they saw that this person was holding a broken knife in his hand, resting on his shoulder, with a look of indifference, and he was extremely arrogant.

When all the armor soldiers saw this, they were all evil and angry, so they shouted in unison, and five three-person clansmen came up and slashed down at the young man with their swords. The young man didn't say anything, raised his hand and shook the knife in his hand, hehe, and said to himself: "Well, it's okay, I've finally found these damn devils, well, we can fight again." ”

The young man said to himself, holding the knife in his hand and holding a knife flower in the void, his five fingers were bluff, and the handle of the broken knife seemed to be glued to the palm of his hand, dripping and spinning a few times like a fan.

I saw him squinting and looking at the front, no longer speaking, holding a broken knife in his hand, facing the three-person team of Beigong armor soldiers who came up from the siege, took a step forward, stretched out his right arm, and the knife entered with his hand, a faint blue plasma cold light flashed, drawing a phantom, like a slanting moon and clear light, obliquely enveloping the two three-person teams in the front. It is the third type of the oblique moon knife method, "smoke cage, cold water, moon cage sand".

After the cold glow, the blue phantom flashed away, stirring up a wind current, mixed with the dust and gravel on the ground to form a blue cyclone, enveloping the two three-person teams in this blue cyclone, and then, the young man let out a loud shout, jumped up, and flew in a circle above the heads of the two three-person teams, only to hear "oops" There were several screams, and then, in the blue afterglow of the flash, there were broken limbs and bodies scattered in all directions, and bright red blood splashed out little by little, falling on the ground in front of everyone's eyes, like bewitching and delicate flowers, falling one by one.

This fall together was like lightning and fire, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and then they saw that the stumps of the six black-clothed armor soldiers were scattered on the ground, mixed with the remains of the rebels on the ground, which was very distinct.

The three three-person teams that followed slowly slowed down a little, and before they had time to think about it, they all shouted fiercely, still fiercely waving the scimitar spear in their hands, viciously, and stabbed at the young man in unison.