The Bangbang Plateau, the Binglan City, the sword light and the shadow of the sword, shouting to kill the heavens.

Inside and outside the city walls, thick smoke could be seen everywhere, rising into the sky with flames, shrouding the city over the city, like a huge dark cloud before a shower, black and overwhelming, suffocating through despair.

The huge iron-gray walls of Binglan City are now riddled with holes and damaged in many places, but the enemy's offensive has not eased, and it is still so fierce!

Boom! Boom! Boom! It was the thud of a siege engine crashing into the walls!

Kill! Kill! Kill! It was the roar of soldiers on the city walls, wielding guns to kill the enemy!

The southern city wall of the land of all arrows was knocked out of a huge gap, and the remaining 2,000 elites of the Sang tribe lined up in rows to form a great wall of flesh and blood, blocking the influx of enemy troops like a tide, the bayonets on both sides were red, and every inch of land was fighting, and the city wall was full of soldiers' corpses.

Blood trickled down the road, and the iron-gray walls were mottled with dark red patches.

Sang Baiyang, who has a resolute face, wears the standard armor of the chief general of the Sang clan, a big red cloak, holds an iron spear in his hand, and stands tall above the inner city, and his face that was once heroic and dry is now full of frost.

On the vast land outside the city, the flag is like the sea, the horn is in the sky, and the murderous atmosphere is awe-inspiring.

Groups of soldiers lined up in a neat phalanx, staring at the crumbling Ice Lan City, waiting for the final blow!

In the face of six legions and an army of 150,000 troops, Binglan City has stubbornly resisted for nearly a month.

Sixteen large watchtowers outside the city have been lost one by one, the 20,000 armor soldiers under his command have already been killed and wounded, and only 2,000 people are left of the 5,000 soldiers.

But Sang Baiyang knew that the city gate was lost, and the end of the entire army was inevitable.

No reinforcements!

Sang Baiyang had already been mentally prepared for this, and when he saw the federal military flag flying high outside the city, he knew that the Sang tribe had fallen into a huge crisis!

Originally, the walls of Binglan City were tall and strong, easy to defend and difficult to attack, with 25,000 elite soldiers in his hands, Sang Baiyang had full confidence to repel the enemy, and in the first few days of the battle, he also half-joked with the commanders of the Binglan Four Guards, who would have thought that a battalion of soldiers under his command would take advantage of their relaxation to launch a rebellion, not only attacked the granary in the city, burned the stored grain, but also took advantage of the situation to capture the south city gate and introduce the enemy into the city.

Although the rebellion was finally suppressed and the southern city was recaptured, Binglan City was greatly damaged and fell into a predicament.

Sang Baiyang never understood, why did these people rebel? It's obviously a brother who gets along day and night!

The city was cut off from food and grass, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. He remembered his brother's admonition and advice before leaving, and his heart was full of remorse and uneasiness.

It's all your own mistakes that make the situation so unbearable!

Suddenly, the cheers of the enemy were heard from the east city wall, mixed with the sound of heavy objects collapsing, and Sang Baiyang knew that the east gate was missing.

The phalanx of the front of the enemy army outside the city slowly surged up like a tide, launching wave after wave of attacks towards the once tall and majestic Binglan City.

"White Wagtail!" Sang Baiyang looked at the direction of the east gate, and prayed silently in his heart, although the third brother was brave, but the enemy army was overwhelming, and he only had 3,000 men and horses, how to compete with it.

"Sangli!" Sang Baiyang pondered for a moment before he snorted in a low voice.

"The last general!" Among the generals beside him, a strong man with a dark face and a rebellious demeanor strode forward.

"You bring a thousand reserve troops to meet the three generals! Tell him not to fight, retreat to the inner city immediately, and remember! Be sure to bring him back to me! ”

"Yes!" Sang Li led the people to roar away.

"Mr. Wei!"

"The subordinates are here!" Wei Minfu, the intelligence director of Binglan City, stepped forward.

When the enemy soldiers approached the city, he took the two groups of dragons and phoenixes deep into the enemy camp, and assassinated several senior enemy generals one after another, and he himself also suffered heavy losses, and now there are only a few dozen people left.

"You take someone to open the north city gate, and then lift the ban on the dock ships, and let the people in the city flee for their lives! Just, alas! Sang Baiyang sighed softly, north of Binglan City is a vast ocean, even if these people go to sea by boat, there is little hope of survival, but at least it is much better than staying in the city and being slaughtered and humiliated.

"Yes!" Wei Minfu quickly left with his men.

It didn't take long for a tall and thin young man covered in blood, with more than a dozen clan soldiers, to quickly come to Sang Baiyang, and said with a face full of shame: "The white bird is not strong, the eastern city is lost, at most half an hour, the enemy army will attack the inner city!" ”

Sang Baiyang looked back at the outside of the city, only to see a handsome flag flying high in front, embroidered with a "Chu" word on it, there is a big flag on both sides, one side embroidered with the word "seal", one side embroidered with the word "shell". These three flags are four or five meters high, showing off their strength and strength in the sky.

Blocked, Bei Qianyi, is a famous fierce general of the Free Federation and a right-hand man of Prince Sauron.

"Chu" represents the famous commander of the Federation, Chu Ning, a genuine corpsion-level tactical commander.

"White Wagtail!" Sang Baiyang patted the third brother on the shoulder and whispered his name.

"Second brother!" Hearing his tone, Sang Baiyu's body was inexplicably shocked.

Sang Baiyang suddenly smiled heartily: "White Gytail, how many years have our brothers not killed the enemy side by side?" ”

Sang Baiyu raised his head suddenly, his eyes burst out with strange emotions, and he instantly understood the second brother's intentions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of heavy war drums, interspersed with horn whimpering, and the noisy shouting of soldiers came clearly from outside the city, and reached everyone's ears, and everyone looked awe-

The general offensive of the enemy army is about to begin!

Sang Baiyang was not in a hurry, and his hands flicked the black iron gun in his hand, this iron gun that had accompanied him for many years, the tip of the spear had already been polished to a bright and shiny light, shining with a cold glow. His gaze slowly swept over the third brother and the bloodied relatives on his side, and a trace of coldness and determination flashed in his eyes: "My Sang clan, inherited for thousands of years, after 16 generations, are all tigers, meet the enemy on the battlefield, never retreat, today the city is broken, I am determined to fight to the death with the enemy, what do you want?" ”

There are three of them, the eldest brother Sang Baihua ranks first among the Nine Tigers and is famous, but all the generals of Binglan know that in terms of bravery, the second general is the first brave general in Binglan City.

"We are willing to follow the general, and we will never bear to be humiliated and steal our lives!" Including the mulberry white gytail, everyone agreed with a bang, they have been on the battlefield for a long time, they all know the cruelty of war, they have long planned to die, and they all look as usual.

"Good! Come with me! Sang Baiyang took the iron gun and walked down the city with his head held high.

And they followed, each armed with his weapon.

"White Gystar, protect the left wing, Sang Li, guard the right wing!" Nearly 4,000 people finished lining up under the city, and Sang Baiyang stood in front of the team, quietly waiting for the decisive moment to come.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The drums are getting denser!

Kill! Kill! Kill! The shouts of killing have also become deafening!

Everyone felt that their blood was boiling, and they were about to burn.

"Brothers, in today's battle, you don't want to survive, you only want to kill the enemy!" Sang Baiyang lifted the iron spear upside down and shouted loudly to the people behind him.

"Haha, happy!" The mulberry white eagle looked up and laughed, and a determined light shot from his eyes.

"Haha, happy!" The crowd burst into laughter and laughed uncontrollably.

Thundered! An earth-shattering bang came from the south gate not far away, and the ground trembled beneath his feet.

In the flying sand and dust in the sky, Binglan City, which has stood in the northern Xinjiang for hundreds of years, is like a scarred warrior, slowly falling-

"The generals obey the order, follow me to kill the enemy-" The iron spear was swirled, and the explosion shook the sky.

"Kill!"

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