Looking at the direction of Xiao Ling's departure, a playful smile couldn't help but appear on his happy face,

The wound on the back seemed to be no longer so painful, stiff and numb, and the heavy and sore limbs seemed to be full of strength again, happily concentrating all the spirits, controlling the remnants of less than two percent of the immortal true qi to quickly run in the body, while relieving the fatigue of the muscles and bones, while treating the injuries on the body, controlling the speed of blood loss,

"Brothers, fight your way out of the encirclement, victory is ours, kill." Happy to be at the end of the team, and fight and retreat, looking up to the sky and shouting, his voice is not as loud as the original, and even a little hoarse, but the tragic and heroic momentum has not subsided for half a minute,

After this tragic battle, the remnants of the Qingzhou army were almost exhausted, and the reason why they did not fall was all supported by a blood and courage in their hearts, at this time, when they heard that the victory was in sight, the fire of hope burned in everyone's hearts again, and new strength suddenly surged out of their bodies, and the speed of advancing under the leadership of Qin Qiong was much faster.

When he was in Nanqingzhou, Xiao Ling had agreed to fight head-on with Xingxing, although in the dozens of days he secretly followed Xingxing, Xiao Ling failed more than a dozen times, but his progress was extremely fast, despite this, Xiao Ling still has a big gap with Xingxing in terms of skill and experience.

The battle between Xiao Ling and Happy lasted for a short time, not even half a cup of tea, Xiao Ling used all his skills, but he was still defeated in Happy Hands, and he was seriously injured, and Happy was not intact, his arm was cut by Xiao Ling's Golden Moon Scimitar and a half-foot-long hole,

From April 8th to July 10th, a full three months have passed, and according to the agreement, Happy is still alive and well, and Xiao Ling should surrender and be loyal to Happy

Compared with more than ten days ago, Xiao Ling's martial arts have made great progress, especially his ghostly speed, even if he is not much happier than he is now,

Especially at this time, the attention of the Jeju army was attracted by Gao Xing, Qin Qiong and others, and Xiao Ling, who did not seek to kill the enemy, but only wanted to break through, almost did not encounter much resistance in his march, and many Jeju troops only felt that a gust of wind swept by, and Xiao Ling had already floated in front of him.

Xiao Ling's eyes were firmly locked on the handsome banner in the rear of the Jeju army, where there was a general-like person sitting on horseback, loudly reprimanding the Jeju army, ordering them to increase the encirclement and suppression of the three hundred Qingzhou warriors such as Xingxing,

This general thought that his 10,000 people could easily rush into Qingzhou City and win the first merit, who would have thought that the opponent would be so tenacious, seeing that the people under the city gate were getting fewer and fewer, and the army in the city had already gathered, and his own men and horses were actually blocked by the enemy, and they could not advance.

The long-range equipment on the city wall has made the general extremely painful to let the two thousand soldiers fall, who would have thought that the mud legs who were originally a rabble in his eyes have such a powerful combat effectiveness, less than half an hour of effort, their own side actually injured nearly 3,000 people, even if there is a reason why their own side is tired because of the hurry, but the other party is just a new Ding who has not been trained for a long time can achieve such a record, which is absolutely amazing,

"That's Gao Xin, kill him, the reward is a thousand taels, the official is promoted to three levels, kill him."

At this time, according to the name of the Qingju warriors for Happy, coupled with the rumors and the performance of Happy Killing, this Jeju general also guessed the identity of Happy,

As long as Gao Xin is killed, even if he loses another 3,000 people, Lord Jeju Assassin will never blame himself, but will commend himself, seeing that the three hundred Qingzhou troops are getting fewer and fewer, and many people are dying of strength, this Jeju general can't help but show excitement, while riding his horse forward and walking a few steps, while giving a loud order,

Everyone in the Jeju army is crazy, high-ranking officials Houlu, isn't it their pursuit, seeing that the Qingzhou army is already at the end of its strong crossbow, even if the body is exhausted, but in the face of the huge temptation, they still burst out with objective combat effectiveness,

For the Qingzhou army, the greater the pressure brought by the enemy's strength, the attrition rate of the three hundred Qingzhou warriors has skyrocketed, and almost every time they take a step forward, one person will fall.

The roars of the warriors, the screams of the screams, the sound of the clashing of swords are intertwined, the red blood is no longer dazzling, the heavy smell of blood is no longer pungent, in this space, everyone is almost carried away, thinking only about killing all the enemies in front of them, until the moment when they also fall,

After three months of happy guidance, intentionally or unintentionally, on the way to the assassination, Xiao Ling gave a lot of instructions,

When all the Jeju army focused their attention on Joy and the others, he also gradually approached the general of the Jeju army, Xiao Ling's route of march was not a straight line, but constantly adjusting the direction, confusing the Jeju army,

Twenty-five meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters......

Xiao Ling can already clearly see the face of the Jeju general, he is a middle-aged man in his thirties, his body is slightly fat, although he is wearing neat general armor, but his ruddy and smooth face shows that he is not a battle-hardened veteran.

At this time, the Jeju general saw that Xing Xing was getting more and more difficult to deal with, and was forced to be embarrassed by his own side, and suddenly got a little carried away, and urged his corporal to move forward bravely, not noticing that the crisis was approaching.

It wasn't until Xiao Ling approached the general ten meters that his faithful guards discovered his traces, and immediately shouted in panic: "There are assassins, protect the general." ”

The Jeju general reacted at this time, looking at Xiao Ling, who was dressed in black and rushing towards him like a tiger and cheetah, he suddenly panicked, and while anxiously turning his horse's head to escape, he shouted loudly: "Someone, escort, stop him, stop him." ”

These Jeju guards were much more elite than the other soldiers, and they didn't panic much when they heard the order, they suddenly contracted their formation, and then shouted in unison, and raised their guns to meet Xiao Ling,

"Hmph."

Xiao Ling snorted coldly, his body rushing forward abruptly, the left hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly raised, and suddenly dozens of copper coins were like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, letting out a "Xiu Xiu" scream, and shot out towards those soldiers.

When something flies in front of people's eyes, even the most lethal mosquitoes, people will reflexively close their eyes, not to mention the hidden weapon thrown by Xiao Ling, these guards were suddenly a little confused, waving the spear in their hands while retreating, and the already dense formation suddenly became a little loose.

Xiao Ling was waiting for this moment, his body suddenly moved, as fast as the wind, as fast as thunder,

Xiao Ling pursed his lips tightly, his eyes became more and more dead and indifferent, the golden moon scimitar was tightly hidden in the wide sleeves, at this moment, Xiao Ling's heart was like water, his breath was long, all the noise between heaven and earth had disappeared, in his eyes, there was only a shortcut to break through the blockade, and the ultimate goal,

"Protect me." General Jeju looked back, and suddenly saw Xiao Ling galloping half through the blockade of the guards, straight to himself, immediately frightened, while the mouth was out of exclamation, the sword in his right hand stabbed into the hip of the horse, the horse was in pain, neighed violently, shook his head and tail, spread his four hooves and jumped forward,

"Don't think about it." Seeing that Xiao Ling ignored his existence, a loyal guard immediately shouted frantically, shook the tip of his gun, and stabbed at Xiao Ling,

Facing the tip of the spear that went straight to his chest, Xiao Ling was unmoved, there was no trace of fear on his face, and the speed under his feet not only did not decrease, but faster,

"Look for death." Seeing Xiao Ling so arrogant, the guard suddenly showed a cruel smile, and added a little more strength in his hand,

Just when the tip of the spear was only a foot away from his chest, Xiao Ling suddenly let out a low cry, and his body suddenly stabbed out diagonally, rushing through the tip of the spear, allowing it to cut a half-inch deep wound on his left arm.

"Hey." Seeing that the war horse under the crotch of General Jeju was about to accelerate and gallop, Xiao Ling let out a low roar, and his feet suddenly burst out with strong force, and his speed increased sharply, and the whole person jumped out of the air like a cheetah pounced on an antelope.

With this jump, Xiao Ling spanned a space of ten meters, and the Golden Moon Scimitar cut off the crotch of the general's war horse from top to bottom, like cutting tofu.

"Ahh

The war horse threw himself to the ground, and the general was caught off guard and was immediately thrown to the ground, screaming and struggling at the same time, but the general's screams soon stopped abruptly, because Xiao Ling's Golden Moon Scimitar still cut his throat,

The general clutched his hands tightly to his throat, and he tried his best to breathe, but all he could do was a "ho-ho" sound in his throat, and the blood splattered more and more violently, and the fear in his eyes gradually replaced by despair.

"The enemy will be dead, the enemy army will be defeated, kill." The golden moon scimitar in Xiao Ling's hand swirled, and the last trace of the general's vitality was also accompanied by the head leaving the body, Xiao Ling took the general's head in his hand, and slashed the flag soldier not far away with a knife, and at the same time raised his head to the sky and shouted,

"The enemy will be dead, the enemy army will be defeated, kill."

With the assistance of Xiao Ling's true qi, the sound suddenly overshadowed the sound of the battle in the audience, and spread far away.

"The enemy general is dead, the enemy army is defeated, brothers, kill with me." Happy to let out a sky-high roar at the right time, and the steel knife in his hand, which had already been curled, burst out with amazing lethality again,

"The enemy army is defeated, kill, kill." The more than 100 Qingzhou warriors who survived suddenly burst into shocking cheers, and their withered bodies once again surged with infinite strength, and they rushed towards the Jeju army one by one.

The commander of the second division guarding the city gate was suddenly overjoyed, and with thousands of soldiers under his command echoed in unison, and suddenly the shouts of "the enemy general is dead, the enemy army will be defeated" were unconscious, and the Qingzhou army was full of momentum.

At the same time, the commander of the second division could no longer bear to lead the crowd to rush outside the city of Qingzhou, at this time there were less than 1,000 people at the city gate, and the commander of the second division led more than 3,000 people to rush out without causing too much harm to the innocent people.

On the other hand, the Jeju army, already tired, morale is very low, now the general is dead and the handsome flag is falling, listening to the Qingzhou army shouting and killing, the morale is even more plummeting, facing more than 100 Qingzhou warriors frantically counterattacking, actually defeated and retreated,

When the 3,000 Qingju army rushed out of the city, the Jeju army suddenly lost its fighting spirit, and was crushed under the killing of the Qingzhou army, and fled in embarrassment.

"Those who surrender do not kill." Happy stopped the remaining hundred or so warriors beside him, and then shouted,

The Jeju army, which was chased and cried for his father, suddenly became amnesty, and they abandoned their blades and surrendered on their knees, but with the help of tea, the remaining more than 4,000 Jeju troops surrendered one after another, and there was almost no resistance.

Shaking his head and sighing happily at this scene, how could such an army be able to defeat the wolf-like Chen State, and how could it fight against the Northern Zhou and Turks who were eyeing the tigers.