"Ayi, what weapons do you have on this side?" Fengli and Tang Yiming hid behind a boulder and discussed.

"There are only a few large knives, and the patrols have bows and arrows." Tang Yiming replied.

"Okay, you can send a message now, ask them to pass it over one by one, and count the number." Ignoring the sound of the stone slamming, Feng Li's voice was calm and soft, easing Tang Yiming's restless heart.

After a while, the results came out. There were about three hundred broadswords, twenty-seven swords, a hundred bows and arrows, and a hundred quivers. The wind is divided into hundreds, scattered in pockets, waiting for the enemy's charge. A hundred men with excellent archery skills crouched on the higher ground of the mountain pass and shot the enemy's cavalry. The broadsword man is a unit of three people, with the swordsman behind him, flanking the archer, to rescue him when he is in danger, forming fifty points of attack to block Gatu's attack. In addition to the archers, broadswords and swords are measured in a single charge, regardless of casualties, be sure to hold out until the end of the attack, and the archers take a break with ten arrows. If necessary, Fengli will send people to support.

The enemy charged up for the first time, and the undead legion cleanly repulsed it. A second wave of men and attacks is coming.

In the same attack, the number of Galas was doubled, not only doubled the number of the first time, but also heavy cavalry. The poor archers' attacks were blocked by armor. Feng Li immediately added fifty people to the Broadsword team. Fortunately, this time the terrain of the mountain depression was slightly high, and the enemy's heavy cavalry had no advantage at all.

And the pocket is too small, and the enemy can only invest so many troops in the attack, and all a hundred or so people can fill the mountain pass. Now Feng Li had one hundred and fifty men blocking the enemy's attack of more than a thousand men, plus Gatu and cavalry, the battlefield was almost blocked. There is no way to retreat from each other, and the only way is to cut down the enemy in front of you.

A war without flinching will kill the red eye, and everyone will desperately wave the weapons in their hands to prevent the enemy from advancing half a step. So after three rounds, the wind left their knives, and even if they took turns to fight, there were many blades that curled. Gatu didn't take half a step forward after six attacks, which disappointed them but also made them angry, even a little irritable.

The general was very surprised that the enemy could hold out until this time, he knew exactly how many people there were on the other side, and looking at the morale of the soldiers, he didn't want to delay the time, so he decided to advance layer by layer, and in the strongest way, he wanted to eat the wind away from them in one bite.

Just as they were advancing intensively, a rain of arrows fell, and many people were caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another. They didn't expect that the other party could have so many arrows, and they were defenseless at all.

In fact, these arrows are all intact arrows collected by the soldiers who are called by the wind to take turns to rest, and the arrows fired by the surge. There was nothing in the valley, the stones were hard and huge, and that's all I could use. Fortunately, with these arrows, they resisted a lot of attacks from Gatu, but after ten rounds of shooting, there were no more arrows from Fengli's side.

In the face of the fierce plus turquoise, the undead army can only use the weapons in their hands, or knives, or curled knives, or stones that can be used, or bare hands, to fight the enemy. No one shall try to overcome me lightly, and he shall pass before me, unless I fall and become a corpse.

The war at the mouth of the valley is written in blood, a sword fight, a sword stab, regardless of the number of people, no matter the face, only the attack that has never retreated half a step, no one can advance half a step.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, could be seen from the heights, and there were almost no people left in the undead legion in the valley.

Feng Li held the knife that shook his hands numbly, his eyes were calm, and his face was not wavering. And Tang Yiming, who watched the soldiers he trained with one hand, fall like this, burst into tears, and hated himself! Why chase those small groups of plus commandos, why take them this way, why got into other people's pockets, and they are not worthy of being their generals.

Thinking of this, he slowly approached Fengli, no matter what, he tried his best to let the leader go, so many brothers in the camp were waiting for him! How can you fall in such a small place because of yourself?

"Chief, you must have a way out. Find a time, you go. I can meet the leader in this life, and I have no regrets in this life. Tang Yiming approached Fengli and said with no regrets.

"......" Fengli did not return, only focused on the knife in his hand.

"Chief!" Seeing that Feng Li ignored him, Tang Yiming said anxiously.

"They are all brothers who live and die together, don't say such things again." Feng Li said this to Tang Yiming at a moment when he swung his knife and turned around.

"But there are more brothers waiting for you!" Although Tang Yiming was moved, he really didn't want Fengli to be killed here. The leader has more space, he is the next marshal of the city of Angola Ruz, his task is still very heavy, the city of Angola Ruz needs him to protect, Mia needs him to protect.

"You are also my brother, and if I want to leave you alone and leave alone, I can't do it. I will not leave any of my brothers behind. Feng Li said in a serious tone.

"Chief, but I ......" Tang Yiming was about to say something, but Feng Li interrupted him.

"There is no need to say anything more, killing one more plus soldier is the best help for the other brothers." Feng Li waved the knife in his hand and said without looking back.

Tang Yiming wiped the tears left by the emotion, clenched the knife in his hand, and faced the overlapping enemies, only endless killing intent.

"Brothers, fight! Drain every drop of blood on your body, and die to bite the enemy opposite you. After Tang Yiming finished speaking, he waved the sword in his hand fiercely. There was not much left of the undead army, and the bloody nature of the fish and the broken net made them swing the momentum of pushing the mountain.

And Feng Li frowned at the endless enemies in front of him, he had the ability to leave alone, but how to take Tang Yiming and leave with these remaining soldiers.

There are fewer and fewer brothers around him, the weapons are all scrap metal, and there is nothing in his hands to fight the enemy, how can he fight against the fiercely armed and ferocious soldiers with his bare hands. And the enemies are endless, how can we hold out until Qin Xing and them arrive? Do you really have to be here today?

At that moment, she saw that the enemy army on the other side seemed to rise and change. After a while, the attack gradually stopped, and the crowd automatically split up, and two people slowly walked in front of Feng Li.

Looking at the two of them, Feng Li's furrowed brow loosened. One person is in a long shirt in green clothes, one is in a dark clothes and silver armor, one of the two is Wen Mu, and the other is unknown.

"Let them go." Wen Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Feng Li stand there unharmed. He and Qin Xinghe rushed desperately, and when they saw the layers of additional soldiers on the periphery, their hearts suddenly cooled. But he believed in his brother, so he came in without hesitation.

The general pondered for a long time, looked at the few people left of them, and nodded. These remnants of the defeated generals can still be released.

"Good. If you let me go, I'll let them go. The general said.

"Are you lying to a child? I let you go, and you will kill them with arrows right away. You retreat with us, and when you get to a safe place, I'll let you go. Wen Mu moved the knife around the general's neck and said.

"You don't believe me, how can I believe you! I need a squad of soldiers to follow. The general said calmly.

"No problem." Wen Mu thought about it and agreed.

The people of the Undead Legion slowly gathered behind Wen Mu, Feng Li came to Wen Mu's side, and Wen Mu still couldn't help but ask.

"Fengli, are you alright?" Wen Mu couldn't hide his worry.

"I'm fine!" Fengli said lightly.

Wen Mu saw that Feng Li had a lot of blood stains on her body, and she didn't know whether it was the enemy or her own, and besides, it was really not the place to talk about things now, seeing that she looked calm, she had no choice but to give up, suppress the worry in her heart, and let her retreat with herself.

"Let's go!" Wen Mu motioned to Feng Li not to worry about herself, and asked her to leave quickly. Fengli nodded, took the people of the Undead Legion, and left.

didn't leave Tang Yiming, but was able to give up Wen Mu and leave alone because of his absolute belief in him. He believed that his Wen Mu could return to him, and among all his brothers, he was the one he could rest assured of.

Tang Yiming turned to look at the empty valley and the corpses, which were his brothers. Of his 10,000 soldiers, only the two hundred people left were around him.

He couldn't help but kneel down, covered his face and cried, it was his own incompetence!

"Ayi, let's go! It's useless to do anything now, and only by killing more soldiers can we appease their souls in the future. Feng Li saw that Tang Yiming was reluctant to leave for a long time, for fear that after a long time, things would change, so he came over to persuade him.

"Good!" Tang Yiming wiped his tears, because he had already killed so many brothers, and he could no longer let the leader be in danger again. After this baptism of blood that was almost collapsed, Tang Yiming has grown a lot, and his mind has become much more transparent and intelligent after the extreme torture of pain.

Everyone helped each other to leave, but the formation was not scattered, Wen Mu took the enemy general as a hostage, walked at the end, and behind them were a hundred Gatu soldiers with swords and arrows, looking at Wen Mu with angry eyes, looking like they were going to tear him apart.

Exiting quickly, Qin Xinghe and his soldiers looked from afar not far away, and when they saw the wind coming out, they seemed to want to come up. Feng Li motioned for them not to come over, carried them on his back, stared at the Jia Tu soldiers, and approached Qin Xinghe step by step.

"Okay, right?" At a distance of two hundred meters from Qin Xinghe, the general said slowly.

Wen Mu looked at the situation, estimated that if he left, those additional soldiers would never will, nodded, let go of the long sword pressing on his neck, and let him go.

"Strong man, you are so powerful, you can come to Gatu, I promise you a knighthood." The man did not leave immediately, but instead persuaded Wen Mu to join Gatu.

"Haha, it's funny, everything I did was just for my brother. Besides, how could I, the guardian of the city of Angola Ruth, go to the enemy country, it's funny! Wen Mu laughed and left, regardless of the expressions of the people behind him.