The torrential rain that had been raging all night finally stopped, and the first rays of dawn burst out from the pale cyan sky, as if the great god Haotian had been sleeping for thousands of years, and suddenly opened his eyes. Yu Lie stood on the black city wall and watched the smoke rise from the misty horizon in the distance. The golden dawn fell on his helmet, on his shoulder armor, on his coat, and on his coat, and the horsetail-like tassels rippled slightly in the morning breeze.

The enemy is filling their bellies, and when they have eaten and drunk enough, they will swarm along the ridge below.

Seven hundred and ninety-nine sturdy war horses snorted heavily behind the city gate and the broken wall, eight chariots lined up, and the middle-aged lord leaned on one chariot and stared at the slave lord on the city wall. Yu Lie didn't have a horse, so he killed his horse last night and stewed it into a thick porridge with bran skin and meat, and distributed it to every soldier who was about to go on the expedition. It was ominous to kill a horse, but he had no choice.

Today, perhaps, is the last battle, or perhaps it is just the beginning.

Three hundred and fifty soldiers stood on the walls, filling the walls above the gates, and even the towers of the arrows were full of men. Yu Lie gave up the defense of the two broken walls and concentrated all his forces here, it seems that this is very logical, since the broken wall is no longer defensible, it is better to fortify the wall, but in fact, he is just to paralyze the enemy's ears and eyes. The chariot and heavy cavalry assault had to be taken by surprise to achieve the result he wanted, and if more than 300 people were scattered everywhere, it would be easy for the enemy to see through it.

But will the enemy be fooled?

Probably not, but the enemy had no choice but to retreat or brutally run over the place.

"Spring ......"

The smoke was extinguished, the trumpets sounded in the distance, and in the vast mist came the endless enemy, and when the first horse squeezed into Yu Lie's eyes, more and more people filled the land like the corn fields in autumn. Holding high the banner of the thorn flower, they walked towards the fortress step by step with heavy steps, and the rising sun fell on their iron armor, glowing with the brilliance of fish scales.

Twenty miles, in the blink of an eye.

A huge horse carries a giant like an iron mountain.

The giant wore a hideous horned helmet on his head, spiked iron armor, and barbs on his shoulders and elbows like sharp daggers, as did the horse under his seat, which had five-inch spikes on its head. He looked at the fortress through the crack in his helmet, but he happened to meet Yu Lie's gaze. The slave lord's gaze was cold and merciless, and his gaze was as cold as death.

The giant held a large flag in his hand, and the eye-catching thorn flowers fluttered in the wind, echoing the five-clawed golden dragon flag on the city wall. He rolled over and dismounted, and landed heavily, the muddy water splashing under his feet, and he held his banner high, looked at Yu Lie on the city wall, and violently stuck it in the mud puddle. At that moment, the earth seemed to tremble, and the enemy's great array erupted into roars.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

Excitement filled the quiet morning, and a flock of vultures hovered over the mountain beams.

Today, it will be another feast. In the hearts of this herd of flat-haired animals, the more dead the better.

"The time has come."

There was a great commotion under the mountain beam, and the thorn flower banner fixed there beckoned everyone that today must be a bloody battle, and the place where the flag is located is the dividing line. Yu Lie turned around and walked towards the zigzag wall ladder, and his young slave Yu Li chased after him, lowered his head, and said expectantly: "Master of the family, I, I won't." ”

"No, it doesn't have to be, and when they start climbing, you wave your flag and open the gates. When our path is blocked, you will use your last wall crossbow to carve a bloody path for us, and if the enemy is divided by us and still does not retreat, take up your bow and arrows. The slave lord turned his head and stared at his frightened bird-like slave.

"I, I'm a child of the Mo family."

"Yesterday, you have done a lot of sins. Today, it's either life or death. ”

The slave lord's eyes were grim, and after saying this, he turned down the wall ladder and climbed onto the silent chariot. His slave stood alone on the wall, like a timid child.

"Spring, spring, spring."

The fierce explosion of the horn under the mountain beam woke up the slave in a daze, and he staggered to the mouth of the arrow battlement, and tightly pulled a flag in his hand. Sixteen winch men watched the flag in his hand, and as soon as it waved, they would pull up the heavy gates and release the long-awaited flood beasts.

Fei Li lay on the mouth of the arrow battlement, on her toes, leaning forward slightly, her eyes were round, but her whole body was trembling. He is a disciple of the Mo family, benevolent and non-attacking, but yesterday's bloody meat stirring field was from his hands. For this reason, the young slave stayed awake all night, his ears full of mournful voices, and his eyes full of the bloody scene. What's wrong with that? He asked himself, but he got no results.

No one will explain it to him, because human nature is the most complicated, and war has been a monster dripping with blood from the day it was born.

Twenty chariots slowly climbed up the ridge with the sound of horns, and behind them were more than a thousand heavily armed knights, all armed, their armor and halberds rotting in the sun. Thousands of sword-and-shield men, halberders, and archers followed behind the chariots and heavily armed knights, arranged in a loose formation, diagonally distributed on both wings, just like a huge iron anchor on a ship, this is a formation that is both offensive and defensive, moving like a fortress, and any direction is invulnerable.

This, how can this be good?

Watching this huge iron fortress press towards the mountain beam little by little, Fu Li's face turned red, even if he was not a soldier of the family, he could see that today's Dongyi people were completely different from yesterday, yesterday, they were like a tide, wave after wave, and the fortress of the tenth day was like a dangerous reef. But now, the young slave is at a loss of touch, should he wave the flag or warn the slave lords under the walls?

However, this is a war that will not follow any predetermined trajectory, only sudden changes.

"Roll rolling."

Suddenly, the blackbird swooped down on the dazed woman like an off-string arrow, trying to peck him blind. A row of feathered arrows flew up, and the bird was so agile that it suddenly rose up halfway, leaving the row of arrows behind it, and its pitch-black claws suddenly probed, leaving four deep blood marks on the young slave's face. The young slave was taken aback and waved his flag at the blackbird.

"Bang bang."

Sixteen winch men pulled the winch, and the heavy city gate slowly pulled upward, and the sticky matter of muddy water or blood fell down one by one. At the same time, the horn sounded on the city wall, eight chariots poured out of the city gate in four rows, and seven hundred and ninety-nine heavily armed riders squeezed out of the broken wall like demons.

The sun burns like a fireball in the east.

At that moment, Yu Lie was so stabbed that he couldn't open his eyes, and when he got used to it, he found that the enemy formation had climbed halfway up the hill. He hurriedly glanced at the opponent's formation, and was shocked in his heart, but in the blink of an eye, he pulled out his sword and shouted loudly: "All soldiers, break through the enemy formation and crush the enemy formation." With that, the galloping chariot slammed into the massive fortress without looking back.

The slope is fifteen miles long.

On the slope of fifteen miles, a sea of chariots and iron horsemen covered the fortress. Under the high-speed running, the chest muscles of the war horse kept beating, and the armor leaves on the knight's body rose and fell sharply. The wind sounded in my ears, the cries of vultures hovered in the sky, and the earth trembled, as if it could not withstand the merciless trampling.

Yu Lie's eyes were blood-red, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, he stared at the bigger and bigger fortress, the people and horses on the opposite side gradually became clear, the halberds and arrows glowing in the sun were like a pair of dead eyes, looking at him indifferently. He couldn't hear the wind, he couldn't hear the sound of horses' hooves, even the sound of his heartbeat suddenly disappeared, but he suddenly remembered the scene in the nameless canyon outside Chen Guo's Scorpion Pass many years ago, the blooming blood skeletons, the delicate figure of the moth fighting the fire, the roaring huge war hammer, and Song Boyo's cold laughter.

"Boom!"

collided, the waves hit the reef, the waves jumped wildly, and the blood and blood bloomed one after another. Yu Lie let go of the string in his hand and plunged the arrow into the eye of an enemy, who had not yet fallen from the chariot while covering his eyes, he grabbed the iron halberd beside him again, and poked it violently, poking off the head of the archer on the chariot that passed by, and the blood sprayed his face, he didn't have time to wipe it, and raised the halberd to block the arrows flying in front of him.

"Forward, forward, open a bloody path!"

"Boom!"

The black bird was finally driven away by the archers, and the only two remaining crossbows on the wall burst into their infinite power, and the arrows as thick as children's arms whizzed away, plowed a terrifying bloodstain in the strong fortress. In the blink of a breath, the two chariots had been shattered, and the remaining six chariots and more than seven hundred hoplite knights threw away the chariots and knights that the enemy had crowded on both sides, and went madly into the interior of the fortress, chiseling through it, splitting it, chiseling, and chiseling, until it reached the plain, and chiseled the phalanx of infantry that followed behind! Crushed!

It's like the whip of the great god Haotian!!

Invincible all the way, he saw that he was about to cut through the enemy formation.

"Huh!"

At this moment, a flash of light appeared, not far away, a man dressed in a tattered red haze pulled out the sword on his back, the sword shone dazzlingly in the sun, he rode on a horse, holding the sword high, as if holding a round of sun, he shouted: "Forward, I am invincible!" ”

"Roar!"

In response to him, there was a roar, and the iron mountain-like giant jumped up from the chariot violently, and picked up the millstone-sized war hammer in his hand, like a monster in the wilderness, and smashed it into the enemy formation with a hammer, and the black shadow covered the chariot, and the soldiers on the chariot were stunned. "Bump!" With a loud bang, the galloping chariot came to an abrupt halt, the horse's head was gone, and a wave of blood erupted from its neck. The monster roared wildly, and smashed the chariot with another hammer, and then, holding the hammer, spun wildly, and smashed a heavy knight behind the chariot into the air.

"Tiger Evil, Tiger Evil ......"

"Bear War, Bear War......"

The chariot was galloping, for a moment, Yu Lie's heart was beating like thunder, he had forgotten to put the halberd and the arrow, and watched the whirlpool of death spin farther and farther behind him, but whenever a knight wanted to crash it, he was turned away by it. The man who had captured the sun, forced to crowd on either side, was gathering around him at a rapid pace, and they rushed to the fortress without looking back, slaying down the lone heavy cavalry along the way. And the big daunt behind the man was too eye-catching, Yu Lie knew that it was the big daunt he had worn back then, and the corners were accidentally burned by him with an oil lamp, so Xiao Yu borrowed twine from the woman and mended it. As for the sword, it appeared in Yu Lie's dreams countless times, and every line on the sword's body was familiar to the slave lords.

That's the Tiger Evil Sword, it's my sword!

"Roll, roll."

"General beware!"

Just as Yu Lie's soul flew out of the sky, the blackbird slashed at him with a gap, its claws as hard as iron piercing his eyes, and the slave lord stared back in a daze. "Wow!" A scream tore through the sky, and the blazing sun suddenly fell, its blood-red wings flapped arrows, and its long, sword-sharp beak pecked off one of the blackbird's claws. "Roll!" A flash of black blood flew away, and the blackbird screamed and turned its head to flee. The blood-colored sun chased closely, and two afterimages, one red and one black, rushed over the steel torrent.

"Bang!"

Someone stood on the back of a galloping horse and fired an arrow at the blood-red sun. The blood-red sun hissed in mid-air and swatted the arrow down. However, the blackbird finally escaped from its prey and ran to the arm of the man who held the sun in his hand.

"Xiao Yu, ......"

Yu Lie shouted loudly, but the voice that came out was so gloomy and hoarse. The man with the sun in his hand had already run to the broken wall, he seemed to hear something, and looked back, but who could he see in the vast iron stream? His gaze lingered on the blood-colored sun in the sky for a moment, as if thinking about something, Yu Lie's heart beat wildly, however, the next moment, he rushed into the broken wall and never looked back.

"Kill!!"

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a lifetime, Yu Lie turned around, his eyes were as red as blood.