Xuanyuan Chen looked at these hot-blooded men in front of him, his heart was stirring, and he said with a slight tremor in his low voice: "Are you tired, are you hungry, do you still have the strength?"

Without waiting for the Han army to respond, Xuanyuan Chen's voice was raised, and he asked again: "There are still three thousand gold troops outside the city, I wonder if you can fight again?" Do you dare to fight again? ”

The Han army was silent, not because of fear, but because of the arrogance in his heart that made people disdain to answer!

Shangguan Liuyun stood up, his armor was in tatters, but the war knife in his hand was not slack, and he shouted loudly: "Lord Wang, we are all heroes of steel and iron bones, why can't we fight?" We also don't retreat and fear the seeds, how dare not fight! ”

Just this sentence, the Han army in the city was full of blood, they may not be afraid of death, but they believe in Xuanyuan Chen, believe in this commander who has always led them to victory!

Xuanyuan Chen's eyes were slightly red, and he suddenly shouted: "If you are willing to kill the enemy with me, step forward!"

Wan Xiaodao was the first to step out, and there was a little smile on his face, and he smiled calmly, as if going out of the city to fight was just an understatement. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

War can make people reborn and grow to the maximum, and Wan Xiaodao is such an example.

After today's battle, he is no longer an ordinary pawn, but an iron-blooded soldier who dares to fight, and the fearlessness and pride of the soldier have been infinitely released in him.

With 10,000 knives as an example, most of the soldiers of the Han army took a step without hesitation, and the rest of the people finally stepped forward after hesitating for a while.

Some people are afraid, but no one wants to be looked down upon!

The wind is blowing, it can't blow away the pride of the man, and it can't extinguish the hero's fierce fighting spirit!

Xuanyuan Chen looked around at the soldiers of the Han army, and said in a hoarse tone: "In the past few months, our homeland has been shattered, our relatives have been killed, and too many things we cherish have been wiped out under the butcher's knife of the Jin army, and today ......" His tone changed, and his impassioned voice shook the sky: "We want to use the sword in our hands to make the Jin army pay for the blood debt!"

The breathing of all the Han soldiers was heavy.

Xuanyuan Chen raised his voice again, and his roar shook the earth: "We not only want to take revenge with the sword, but also prove another thing." The war knife in his hand swung hard, pointing to the vast sky: "Our Han family man is the greatest warrior in the world!"

Everyone's eyes were blazing, and the burning eyes were like boundless fire, burning everyone's blood.

Xuanyuan Chen ripped off his armor, tore his underwear, exposed his rock-like muscles, and laughed wildly: "Take off your armor!" Bare your chests! Muscles are our armor and our skin is our shield! Let Jin Jun have a good look at what a real warrior is! ”

The soldiers of the Han army took off their armor one after another, and there was no hesitation in their eyes, only firmness!

Is it stupid to fight without armor?

No, it's not stupid!

Without the burden of armor, the pace can be more vigorous and the body can be more flexible; Without the protection of armor, the enemy can kill people with a single slash, and there is no point in defending, and killing the enemy is the only chance to survive!

Either you die, or I live! There is no way back, only one forward!

Xuanyuan Chen pulled out his sword, and the people were already like arrows, running down the city wall, and rushing towards the Jin army outside the city.

There was no shouting of killing, no roar, and he rushed out so resolutely......

Even if there are thousands of troops ahead, there is nothing to fear!

The first rays of sunlight on the horizon miraculously pierced the clouds and shrouded Xuanyuan Chen's body, as if he was covered with a layer of golden armor, shining and dazzling!

The soldiers of the Han army followed closely, they would not let the heroes in their hearts fight alone, they would accompany Xuanyuan Chen, fight on the battlefield, and share life and death!

The wind is surging, and the heavens and the earth are slaughtered!

Outside Beiliang City, Batu has the determination to kill Beiliang City, and he wants to fight to the death with the king of Beiliang who was born out of nowhere. But just as he charged, the corners of his eyes suddenly began to jump wildly.

Enemy attack!

A black line surged out in front of the Jin army, which had just rushed out a few steps, like a blue sea tide, dark clouds rolled wildly, and in an instant, a bright color was seen.

Bright and clear, hideous and bloodthirsty.

That's the reflection of the blade, that's the splendor of death!

Dead leaves rise to the sky, and the north wind blows.

The moment Batu saw the Han army appear, his heart sank uncontrollably. The rushing Han army was only 3,000 people, but the momentum was so fierce that it was like a galloping horse, which was terrifying.

Since the decline of the Han Dynasty, the Jin army has always regarded the Han people as weak sheep, when has it seen such a might.

It's simply unscrupulous, contempt for heaven and earth!

This time, the Han army did not use tricks again, only the iron blood of a man and the fighting spirit of a soldier!

The Jin army regarded human life as a mustard, and had long been accustomed to killing, and at this time it was even more determined to fight to the death, but at this time, in the face of the Han army rushing over, they didn't know why in their hearts, and their will to kill suddenly retreated slightly.

But in any case, fighting is the instinct of every elite of the Borjue Luo clan, and even if Batu was hit hard psychologically before, the desire to fight still drove him to glow with a strong fighting spirit.

Batu wants to fight to the death, he wants to prove his bravery, and he wants to protect the honor of Daikin!

Under the leadership of Batu, all the Jin troops clenched the blades in their hands, and the faint rice-grain-like notches and cyan reflections on the blades showed how much blood and dead souls had been stained on them.

The Jin army roared wildly, they had already discarded all their war horses when they withdrew from Beiliang City, but even if they charged with their legs, they were as fierce as a flood.

The two teams that burst out with the greatest energy collided with the most brilliant sparks on the black hot earth.

The lead cloud is dim, and it can't cover the blade as cold as ice, and the grass is gray for thousands of miles, and it can't hide the murderous frost.

When the first metal clash sounded, the battle instantly heated up.

The fighting skills of the soldiers of the Han army were slightly inferior to those of the Jin army, and more than a dozen people were stabbed into the chest and abdomen by the spears of the Jin army, and blood splashed everywhere, leaving a residual red in the air.

But the remnants of the red are not finished, and the flying dragon has risen!

Xuanyuan Chen rose into the air, crossed the spear in front of him, and reached the head of the Jin Jun in the front row.

Leap like a dragon, proudly in the sky.

The moment Xuanyuan Chen jumped up, several spears poked, and Jin Jun's reaction was so fast and fierce that it was moving.

Several spears instantly covered Xuanyuan's left and right, and he was in a desperate situation!

Xuanyuan Chen roared in the air, his body dodged sharply, avoiding the stabbing spear head, his left hand probed, and he grabbed a gun handle like a flash, and then only heard a burst of shouts, he used his strength to snatch the spear from the Jin army's hand, and after landing on the ground, he swept away, forcing the four Jin soldiers in front of him to retreat a few steps.

When the Jin army retreated, a person suddenly appeared from the rear.

The body is like a charm, fast as lightning!

When Jin Jun saw the person rushing out, his face changed drastically, and his heart beat wildly, just because of the person's face, a face with a hideous mask, only revealing two blood-red eyes.

Jin Jun didn't know where the masked man was, but Shangguan Liuyun recognized it at a glance and said in surprise: "Ghost-faced Langjun, it's Ghost-faced Langjun Leng Jun's arrogance!"

When the Han army heard this, they were all in good spirits!

Not for anything else, just for the name Leng Junao, he may not be as noble as the descendants of the Xuanyuan Chen royal family, but among the northern border army of the Han Dynasty, Leng Junao is a legend, a god of war that countless soldiers look up to.

Killed at the age of fifteen, joined the army at the age of sixteen, killed more than ten enemies in the first battle, beheaded more than 300 Jin troops within ten years, and the high military achievements were the head of the border army, and were praised as "Meng Ben in this world".

Leng Junao has a good reputation, but he is cold by nature and has little contact with outsiders, so there are not many people who are familiar with him, and when someone talks about him, there will always be a little more speculation and conjecture, so under the rumor, Leng Junao is talked about more and more divinely, and his body is shrouded in a layer of mystery.

At this moment, this mysterious man should be stationed in the border town of Quarrycastle, but now he is here for some reason.

The Han army didn't know, and the Jin army didn't know either, but everyone knew that Leng Junao had arrived, and Beiliang City might become a continuation of his legend.

Leng Junao is widely spread, largely because he has a mask, and every time he goes out into battle, he will wear that mask, the mask is extremely vicious, like a ghost, so he has won the title of a ghost-faced Langjun.

However, the ghost face is not really a ghost, but on the contrary, it is a god named Xingtian!

Xingtian and the Yellow Emperor fought for God, and the Yellow Emperor cut off his head and buried it in the mountain of Changyang. Xingtian is unwilling, but with milk as the eye, the umbilicus as the mouth, and the and dance.

Xingtian is not a man, he is a sad god!

Although Xingtian was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor, he still fought unyieldingly and vowed to fight the Yellow Emperor to the end!

Although the mask is Xingtian, the owner of the mask is Leng Junao, and it is not the Yellow Emperor who he wants to fight to the end, but the Jin Army.

No one knows that since he was very young, Leng Junao has stopped treating himself as a person.

So he found this mask, but he didn't want to be a sad god, but to become a demon, a mad demon, a mad demon who swore to kill the enemy!

Leng Junao chose the Xingtian mask, just because the mask represents indomitable and fighting spirit.

The Jin army was also shocked by the hideousness of the Xingtian mask, and Leng Junao had already killed in front of him.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the sword was like a long rainbow, roaring out, tearing the air and shattering the heavens and the earth!

The faces of the golden soldiers became horrified, a white light flashed, and a line of blood was drawn, and one of the golden soldiers covered his neck, blood spilling from his fingers, apparently having his throat slit.

Leng Junao succeeded in a move, but he was not satisfied, he was like a swimming dragon in the middle of the Jin army, the Jin army's spear was not conducive to close combat, and when they abandoned the gun and drew the sword, another person was assassinated by Leng Junao with a sword.

When the Han army saw Leng Junao so brave, the already high morale reached its peak in an instant, and everyone scrambled to be the first, only attacking but not defending, fighting to the death!

The Jin army was completely furious, and in the roar of rage, he waved his war knife to meet the enemy, they were the evil wolves of the grassland, not sheep to be slaughtered.

The dawn shines on the banner, and the sound of killing is Xiao Xiao!

Whether it is the Han army or the Jin army, they cannot tolerate restraint, fetters, or occlusion. They broke free, broke through, and knocked away the last breath of energy in their bodies!

This is a contest of wills, and it is also a collision of men's bloody peaks!