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The east gradually shimmered, and the dark sky turned blue. The embers and smoke were clearly visible, and the corpses full of corpses were shocking.

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and the two warring sides were exhausted, tired and hiding their faces, only the bloodshot in their eyes was beating, and there was still a little killing intent and madness.

The military village at the bend of the river has been burned to pieces, reduced to a ruin and black dust, and the morning breeze blows, leaving only some thick wooden stakes, standing alone.

The enemy troops besieging the Qinglong camp turned back to cover the kill, but were stopped by the 7th Legion, and then, the Suzaku battalion in the southeast attacked and finally defeated this enemy.

The two Yi soldiers who crossed the river and grabbed the beach were successfully blocked by the two large battalions in front, and in the entire battlefield, only the battle of Yunyadu fell into a stalemate.

Sang Nan and Ji Tieyi didn't devote themselves to fighting, they just stayed in the team, staring at each other's masters, so far, they had killed at least ten eighth-level warriors, including six Yuangang martial artists.

Ji Poyu never made a move, because no one had discovered that he was a ninth-level existence so far, and before the master of the temple appeared, this was Sang Nan's only hole card.

The early winter morning air is cold and refreshing, and the morning breeze ruffles the surface of the river, making the blood stains on the face hard.

Guo Rusong's face sank like water, he didn't care about the wound on his shoulder, the current situation is very unfavorable to Beiyan, according to his conservative estimates, the enemy and us at the Yunya Ferry, at least 3~40,000 people were killed and wounded, the 3rd Army Corps has been injured more than half, if it weren't for Jiang Du and his companions to keep a few main generals, plus the rout of the army under Ming Lan, everyone has the heart of death, and the combat effectiveness has skyrocketed, only with the 3rd Army Corps, I am afraid that it has already been defeated.

The enemy's losses were greater, but their reinforcements were constantly coming from the other side.

Guo Rusong could see that the enemy army was using this small ferry to continue to consume the military strength of Wenshi City, and the 3rd Army Corps rushed into the military village several times, but was recaptured by the other party.

If the battle continues according to this situation, the loser will be the side of Beiyan. Guo Rusong is now a little difficult to ride a tiger, because once he retreats, the enemy army will then cover up and kill, and the consequences are equally unimaginable.

Therefore, he did not let the 7th Army Corps strike immediately, but ordered them to serve as a reserve and be responsible for covering the retreat of the whole army. At the same time, he also sent someone to inform the defenders of the Suzaku battalion, telling them to lie in ambush in the rear, waiting for the signal, and ready to rush to the ferry at any time.

The small ferry port has become the fatal weakness of the city, which makes people have endless headaches!

At this moment, a high-pitched whistle suddenly came from the other side, the whistle was like a tiger and a leopard coming out together, the clearer and more excited, and with a momentum that was in the world, it shook the ears of everyone present, and their faces were terrified.

Sang Nan frowned, looked at Ji Tieyi not far away, judging from the whistling sound, the person who came was definitely not an ordinary eighth-level master, but it was also not an elderly penance outside Yangqiu City.

At this moment, the owner of the howling voice suddenly opened his mouth: "Under Chen Jiusi, Jiang Du, dare to come out to fight?" ”

The voice was clear and sonorous, the fighting spirit was high, and it sounded quite young, Sang Nan and Ji Tieyi glanced at each other: Such a master, I am afraid that only the temple can cultivate it.

Ginger Dumb? The King of the Northern Flame Soldiers?

Ginger stays here!

Hearing Jiang Du's name, the Beiyan soldiers, who were originally extremely tired, were all excited at the moment, and thousands of pairs of eyes looked at Sang Nan and Ji Tieyi, there were only these two unfamiliar faces around them, and they were strong, and several masters on the other side died in their hands.

Could it be that Jiang Du is one of the two?

Ginger stupid!

Ginger stupid!

…………

A bloodied Beiyan soldier, holding half of the Xidao man's long knife in his hand, suddenly shouted Jiang Du's name loudly, his voice was hoarse, and he looked irritable and harsh in the quiet battlefield, but it was full of a strange power.

Ginger stupid!

Ginger stupid!

…………

More and more soldiers began to shout along, their expressions solemn and reverent, as if calling to the gods on the battlefield.

Gradually, the shouts of thousands of soldiers converged into a rhythm, like a landslide and tsunami, constantly echoing on the battlefield, and everyone listened to it passionately and reverberate.

Ji Tieyi's expression was cold, he looked at Sang Nan and shook his head, then took a deep breath, and in the call of the Beiyan soldiers, he walked towards the young priest opposite.

She is tall and handsome, but her expression is solemn and solemn, she looks heroic and handsome, which attracts admiration and applause from all around.

Sang Nan understood Ji Tieyi's thoughts, and looked at her back with a complicated expression.

At this time, the soldiers on both sides had returned to their respective sides, leaving a 50-meter open space in the middle, Ji Tieyi slowly walked up to the open space, only to see a gray man in his thirties standing in front of him, with fair skin, light blonde short hair, a pair of blue eyes clear and bright, like Qingtan, temperament like a scholar, it is hard to imagine that the passionate roar just now came from his mouth.

"Are you Assyrian? Or the West Islanders? Ji Tieyi asked in a deep voice, she came up and forced the other party to reveal her identity, so that the Beiyan soldiers could see the position and attitude of the temple.

Chen Jiusi smiled faintly, making people feel like a spring breeze:

"Under the Yuanzhou Mountain, the West Temple!"

What the? He turned out to be a member of the Temple!

The temple would actually help these people who invaded Beiyan?

Are they all in the same group?

What else is just and peaceful? Hum! It's just a bunch of bastards who hang sheep's heads and sell dog meat!

………… The Beiyan soldiers blew up at once, and many of them were devout believers, but at this moment, when they saw that the people of the temple actually helped outsiders to deal with their own country, their hearts suddenly had mixed feelings.

Seeing this scene, Ji Tieyi sneered and sneered: "Did you hear it, people are saying that the people living in the temple are all bastards!" ”

Chen Jiusi smiled when he heard this, and he didn't speak, and as soon as he flipped his hands, he took the two blood-red short guns in his hands.

These two short guns, each about 1.2 meters long, are blood-red all over, and there seems to be brilliance flowing inside, not lacquer, but like natural materials. The most peculiar thing is that there is a circular hole in the middle of the gun body, which is slightly thicker than the average human thumb.

Ji Tieyi couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw that his weapons were strange, and he had never seen them before.

"Could it be Chiyu?" Sang Nan also saw the other party's short spear, and secretly guessed in his heart. There was a record in the nautical chart: red jade, named jade, is actually gold, the color is blood red, the sex is fire, it can be a weapon, ornaments, and those who are extremely yin and yang carry it with them to help them cultivate. However, as far as he knew, there seemed to be no such material as red jade in the Moya Continent, and when he thought of the jet-black wooden crutch in Cao Tian's hand, the same material was precious, and his heart suddenly became clear.

"It seems that this temple really has something to do with the outside world, and it would actually use such a rare metal to make weapons."

Chen Jiusi held a gun in each hand, his blue eyes stared at Ji Tieyi, and said indifferently:

"The dignity of the temple should not be humiliated, let's take action!" (To be continued.) )