Witnessing the attack of the dialects, Du Roger blocked a shield in his left hand in front of him as expected, and then a piercing sound of soldiers and soldiers rubbing against each other sounded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The spear in Fang Yan's hand slashed a spark on Du Roger's round shield, Fang Yan held the spear with both hands and was about to take off his hand because he lost his center of gravity, and he split sideways, and he was about to bully Du Roger when he retreated.

Shocked back by a shot from the dialect, Du Roger not only did not have the slightest annoyance, but praised loudly, "Such a quick reaction, I admire it." ”

Fang Yan didn't have the leisure to stop and talk to Du Roger, because when Fang Yan attacked Du Roger, the surrounding Silla soldiers had already rushed up fiercely. In an instant, the dialect was surrounded by the crowd and plunged into endless killing.

As a master in the early stage of the Second Rank Martial King Realm, Fang Yan's every blow would cause a lot of damage, and with each shot, he could always sweep away the enemies in front of him. However, the bravery of the dialect did not deter the enemy. In the enemy camp, which numbered tens of thousands, every piece of dialect cleared would be immediately filled by the soldiers behind, like an endless cycle.

The enemy can be filled with the number of people, but the true qi in Fang Yan's body cannot support Fang Yan's long and high-intensity battle. After a while, Fang Yan had withdrawn his internal force protection body, and used every trace of internal force in killing the enemy. Now the dialect can be said to have put life and death on the line, his eyes are glowing with bloodlust, and his body is stained with the blood of his enemies and himself.

When Fang Yan fell into a frenzy of killing, on the city wall, the guards of Andong City and the garrison of Fengzhou all watched this scene in pain.

Even in the face of the enemy's sword, the iron-clad man who never even frowned in the face of life and death is now collectively plunged into endless pain and sorrow. Letting the tears wet their faces, everyone put their right hands on the left side of their hearts, their faces full of solemnity and sacredness, and a voice that resounded over the city of Andong came from the mouths of every soldier, "If, the enemy is coming. I am willing to use my flesh and blood to build a high wall for my Datang to ensure the peace of the Tang Dynasty. When Fang Yan heard this voice, his head, which was already confused, came out of nowhere, and once again supported his extremely tired body, wielding the spear of death mercilessly, ruthlessly harvesting the enemy's life, "Kill!" ”

Suddenly, a sweep of the dialect split the enemies two meters around it into two sections. Stand the spear on the ground fiercely, and use the spear to support the body that is about to fall to the ground. At this moment, the surrounding area of the dialect was covered with hundreds of mutilated corpses. Although the dialect seemed to be shaky at this time, after a long battle and the visual impact of the hundreds of corpses on the ground, this made the surrounding enemies look at me and I look at you, and no one dared to approach each other.

Although everyone is not afraid of death, under the choice of death, people's first instinct is to choose to escape.

Standing on the 'mountain of corpses' built by the enemy, the dialect said in his voice, which was somewhat hoarse from excessive weakness, to the soldiers on the city walls, "If the country needs it." I am willing to be a weapon for the soldiers, open up the territory for my Datang, and ensure the prosperity of Datang forever! ”

"Hahahaha~~~" The dialect suddenly roared in the sky, "Brothers, this will be incompetent, so we must take the first step." The rest can only be handed over to you, you must save Anton and avenge me! A mouthful of black blood spurted out of Fang Yan's mouth, Fang Yan knelt on one knee with a gun, looked at Du Roger, and a cruel smile was drawn at the corner of Fang Yan's mouth, "Choose to be my Datang enemy, you will definitely regret it!" ”

When he stopped the soldier who was about to step forward to kill the dialect, Du Roger stepped forward and solemnly performed the highest Silla courtesy, "Although you and I are enemies, I admire your courage and bravery very much." I'll just ask you one thing,......"

Fang Yan quietly stared at Du Roger, waiting for Du Roger's question.

Du Roger took a deep breath, "I just want to know how many generals like you are in the Tang Dynasty?" There is a saying in your Datang that people are dying and their words are good, and I want to hear the truth. ”

If he still has the strength at this moment, Fang Yan really wants to laugh out loud and laugh wildly.

However, at this moment, Fang Yan could only take a deep breath of cool air that went straight to his heart, and forcibly supported his head that wanted to fall down and sleep well, word by word, and said with great pride: "There are 68 generals in the Tang Dynasty, and I am a four-rank Zhonglang general, and I can't even rank in the top ten!" If any of the top ten generals are here at this moment, you will have to think about how to escape back to China safely, instead of showing off your might to me like you are now, hahaha! ”

At the last moment before he fell unconscious, Fang Yan whispered: "They are now on their way here, you will have a chance to meet them!" ”

When the dialect finally failed to hold on, the moment it fell. Looking at the fallen figure, the hearts of everyone on the city wall were as uncomfortable as being twisted by a knife, and they shouted angrily, "General! ”

Looking at the towering city walls, and those eyes that shone with hatred and murder, Roger asked people to take the dialect with him, and turned to leave!

When the crowd saw the enemy's retreat, there was no cheer as they imagined.

Seeing that the enemy even took away the 'corpse' of the dialect, everyone's emotions were instantly detonated,

"Let go of the general, let him go!"

"Don't touch our generals, you brutes!"

"Don't stop me, I'm going to save the general!"

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"Shut it all up! What can you do but die now? Did the general exchange his life for letting you go down and die? Rise! ”

"Can we only watch the general die and not be able to leave his body behind?"

Everyone was speechless!

In the face of a bloody war, the weak have no choice but to obey the general trend!

Beside Du Roger, a high-ranking military officer of the Japanese Kingdom, Takumura Jiro, was dissatisfied with Du Roger: "Hey, why did you retire like this?" That's not what we agreed to! What should we do if you leave? Don't forget that you still have 30,000 people still fighting at the North Gate! You're leaving, are you going to abandon them? ”

Du Roger stopped and looked directly at the other party, "First, my name is Du Roger, not Hey!" You can call me a general, or you can call me a handsome! Second, now I have reason to believe that from the very beginning, your majesty's so-called alliance was a joke on the lives of my people, and that you would be a dead man! Thirdly, I want to thank you for reminding me," Roger turned his head and shouted, "Someone," "My subordinates are here!" An adjutant general walked out of the ranks, and Du Roger said to him: "Immediately go around the north gate, let my Silla army stop attacking and gather in the canyon ten miles away!" ”

Takumura Jiro pointed at Du Roger incredulously, and said incoherently, "No, no, no...... You can't do that, your withdrawal now will put my army in danger! ”

Du Roger looked at Takumura Jiro coldly, "Look at the people lying under the city wall, how many of them are from your Dongying Department?" From the beginning, you didn't have a sincere alliance, and don't you think it's ridiculous to talk about this now? Let's go! He didn't give Takumura Jiro a chance to argue at all, so Roger turned around and left.

"Roger, you savage! If you do this, it will bring disaster to your Silla, and you will definitely regret your current actions, and when the war is over, my emperor will definitely lead a large army and destroy your small Silla country! Seeing that Du Roger left without hesitation, the somewhat short and fat Takumura Jiro couldn't help but jump to his feet and scold. Suddenly seeing Du Roger stop, Takumura Jiro thought that his threat had played a role, and couldn't help but be a little proud: "It's too late to regret now, as long as you take the lead now to help my Yamato Empire take the south gate, and when my Yamato Empire unifies the Tang Dynasty, you Silla will be the pioneer of the frontier, and you Roger will be the king and the prime minister!" ”

Du Roger came to Takumura Jiro's side and said softly, "I'm really sad that you have a general like you in Dongying!" Takumura Jiro was puzzled, "What? Du Roger pulled out his long knife with a silent face, and stabbed it into Takumura Jiro's chest without hesitation, "You..." With deep doubts and unwillingness, Takumura Jiro's body fell to the ground with a bang.