"All Gatu soldiers obey the order, gunmen, raise your guns, point them at the enemy, advance step by step, and force the enemy off the cliff!" This is the only way that Kuangtu can think of without sacrificing his own soldiers, and at the same time killing Shen Yuan and the others.

The soldiers of Gatu received the order, and all pointed the tips of their spears at Shen Yuan and the others, from top to bottom, high above their heads, low to their ankles, all of them were spear tips, and they walked step by step towards the enemy who frightened them.

Shen Yuan and the others looked at such a scene and smiled bitterly, as if they had really come to an end. He smiled at the detached soldiers, but it seemed to be the best ending. Gatu didn't find out their identities, the marshal is safe, the city of Angola Ruz is safe, what else is there to desire? If there is nothing to be desired, you can die peacefully.

It's just that they are soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz, and they have to cry out for the city of Angola and make the last blessing with their lives.

"Angola City Ruz will win! Angolan Ruz City must win! Angolan Ruz City must win! "This is what Shen Yuan and the others can do for Angola Ruz City in the end, and what they can do for Fengli. They hoped that the marshal would understand their painstaking efforts, that the marshal would not be so guilty, and that peace would prevail in the city of Ruz in Angola.

In front of the cold tip of the spear, they looked indifferent. Timing the moment and seeing the gap, throw your weapon at the enemy, hoping to kill one. It's just that the soldiers are too afraid of them, the tips of the spears are too dense, and the clanging sound of the swords thrown over them is not the muffled snort of the people when the swords sink into the flesh. It can be seen from this that Shen Yuan and the others just rushed over regardless of a qiē, and they could only be greeted by the tip of the spear, and the result could only be death.

The few dozen remaining brothers of the Grim Reaper's Darksword glanced at each other. Looking at the Gatu soldiers who were getting closer and closer, they laughed loudly.

"The afterlife. We are still brothers! Shen Yuan said.

"Still good brothers!" Shouting in unison, a visceral voice.

After the uniform voice, Shen Yuan and the others turned around. Without looking back, he jumped off the Red Flame Valley.

Kuantu and the soldiers in front looked at the empty cliff and were stunned for a moment. They couldn't seem to believe that the soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruth, which they could not kill, had just disappeared.

After a while, they reacted and walked on the edge of the cliff, looking at the foggy and bottomless Red Flame Valley, their expressions changing several times. There is relaxation, there is rejoicing, there is joy. There are doubts, there is silence. It is easy because the enemy they fear is finally dead, and they are glad that they are alive while the enemy is dead, and they are glad that no matter how difficult the enemy is to defeat, the final victory is still their surprise. Wondering if this abyss can subdue that group of invincible soldiers in Angola Ruz City, and wondering if this abyss can really kill them? Silence is the calmness of victory and defeat and life and death, no matter how fierce the battle is, in the end, the victory is determined by life and death. The living wins, and the dead lose. It's the rules of the battlefield!

Kuotu was glad in his heart, glad that the group of soldiers in the city of Angola Rus, who had terrified him, had finally died. It's just that before leaving, the oath of Shen Yuan and the others roared so loudly that Kuotu was stunned in his heart, and he couldn't suppress the idea that Angola Ruz City couldn't defeat it.

After a moment of silence, I finally heard a voice from the bottom of the cliff. Thinking of Shen Yuan, they had fallen to the bottom of the cliff. Broadland turned around with a relaxed expression, surveyed the ground, and then he picked up the sword thrown by Fengli. Sabre in the city of Ruz, Angola. The sword body was square and heavy, and the gentle and sharp aura came to the face at the same time. The broad earth erects the sword upright. The sharpness of the blade glowed with coldness, coldness and slaughter. Pierce the heart of the earth.

Kuotu was shocked, and immediately put his sword into its sheath and hung it at his side. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and looked at the heavy and simple Jiatu knife he was holding, and his heart calmed down. Kuantu didn't think that a lifeless knife could bring fear to him. Of course, it is the accumulation of hundreds of years of blood and life that can have such a deterrent effect on people's minds.

With the sword in hand, he looked around the battlefield, and there were corpses of his own and assault soldiers everywhere. The soldiers in the city of Ruz in Angola had killed too many people, and their clothes had long been stained with their own blood. The air was filled with the smell of blood and the cold smell of life, and seeing the sun reaching the middle of the sky, Chahan beckoned his soldiers to pull out their tents and move to camp. The blood here is too thick, and the air here is too oppressive to make people stay for a moment longer.

The Gatu soldiers were in the same mind as the broad soil, and here reminded them of the soldiers of the invincible Angola Ruz City, and their hearts hurt more and more when they saw that most of the corpses everywhere were their own people.

Kotu ordered the camp to be pulled out immediately, stopping for lunch on the way, only to arrive in the Angolan city of Luz before dark to join Chahan.

Fifty or sixty thousand people need to take away the things of 200,000 people, and it takes a long time, and when the wind leaves them and hears that it is completely quiet outside, it will already be an hour later.

Because of the fierceness of the battle, Kuantu did not let the soldiers check the life and death of the enemy one by one, or he simply forgot about it. Because it was the first time for Kuotu and many of his soldiers to experience such a bloody scene, their hearts were not cold-blooded and cruel enough, and they did not have the cruelty to check the enemy one by one, they could not face such bloodshed.

And those veterans who returned to the battlefield did not have that heart. The fact that they can leave the battlefield shows that they are soft-hearted people or people who are tired of war. If it weren't for soft-heartedness, if it wasn't for boredom, how could you leave the battlefield? It's just that the country rises and falls, and the husband is responsible, and they still can't let go of their country, so they take up arms and return to the battlefield!

Of course, Fengli heard the shouts of Shen Yuan and the others, and his numb heart was pinched fiercely, and he was about to lose his breath. She heard a tumultuous commotion, followed by long footsteps, and the battlefield fell silent.

In the morning, Feng Li let Shen Yuan command the battle. It's that she's scared, because no matter what the battle, she's sending her brother to his death. Lifting the cold corpse on his body, Feng Li saw the bright sky. Wen Mu followed, and when he came out, he stood beside Feng Li.

For the safety of the two, Shen Yuan and the others covered them with the corpses of the Gatu soldiers. In this way, even if they come to mend the sword, they will not greet their own people, and the wind will have an extra guarantee for their safety. At this moment, because of the tall and heavy body of the Gatu soldiers, under the long-term oppression, Feng Li gasped slightly.

After exhaling the stench and coldness on the corpses of the soldiers in his breath, Feng Li looked at the corpses everywhere and realized that he was just heartbroken, and his broken heart could continue to make up the knife and poke holes.

The afternoon was supposed to be a warm winter sun, and Feng Li felt that it was shining on him, and the forest was cold and cold, shivering with cold.

After carefully looking at the distribution of the casualties of the Jia Tu soldiers, Feng Li walked quickly to the Chiyan Valley and came to the place where Shen Yuan and the others were last standing.

"Shen Yuan!" Feng Li's voice trembled.

"Shen Yuan!" Fengli's voice was expectant and hopeless.

"Shen Yuan!" Feng Li's voice has already implied crying.

No one responded, and the howling wind was a response to the wind.

"Shen Yuan!" The wind roared like a tear. His own brother, such a good brother went like this!

"The wind is off." Wen Mu's voice was gentle and quiet, but Feng Li didn't respond.

"Feng Li, let's go! The wishes of so many brothers are still waiting for us to fulfill, and now is not the time to let ourselves grieve. Wen Mu didn't know how to make Feng Li less painful.

Fengli was silent.

"We still need to return to Angola Ruz City, Shen Yuan's wish hasn't been fulfilled yet, isn't it?" Wen Mu was afraid that the wind would be extremely depressed and do something bad. From the autumn harvest, the return journey of Bias, the rescue of Nie Cheng, the first battle of inheriting the Marshal of Angola Ruz City, the ambush of the return to the city, the death of Tang Yiming's Myron Reaper Legion, the battle of the Gatu Royal Court, and now the Misty Valley, Wen Mu clearly knows that the torment in the stroke is getting deeper and deeper.

Fengli looked up at the sky, speechless.

"Feng Li, you know what? I like you, I liked you the first time I met you. I told you about your excellence in front of Nie Cheng, but knowing it made you into Nie Cheng's eyes. Later, I told Nie Cheng that I don't want you to be the marshal of Angola Ruz City. Because I know how hard it will be and how tiring it will be, and at the same time I am afraid that I will not be able to protect you, I am afraid that you will be hurt, and my feelings are really very conflicted. Wen Mu took advantage of Fengli's fragile moment to say his thoughts, he was afraid that when Fengli was sober, he would not be able to open his mouth under his calm and indifferent eyes.

Feng Li didn't expect that Wen Mu would say this to himself at this time, Wen Mu was different to himself for a long time. I always believe in him the most, and as long as I turn around and see him, I will feel at ease. Anything, as long as he is by his side at any time, Fengli feels that he can move forward bravely. Just like at this time, I believe that as long as he is still by his side and he is still by his side, he can continue to walk. In a battlefield full of death and blood, there is a warmth that can be relied on, and that will become your own faith. Fengli believes that Wen Mu is his faith, no matter when, he is by his side, no matter how difficult it is, he will always protect himself. At this time, the battlefield full of blood also made Fengli forget his sadness for a while because of his words, because of his gentle and mellow voice, he slowly calmed down his uneasiness and pain.

"But I know how good and beautiful the wind I like is. As the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz, you are so admirable, you are so good that everyone looks up to you. So I can only be by your side, accompany you to do what you want to do, and accompany you wherever you want to go. Fengli, can I stay with you all the time? Wen Mu asked Feng Li cautiously.

"Haven't you always been by my side?" Fengli looked up at Wen Mu and smiled, such a beautiful smile with pear blossoms and rain really made the world lose color and make Wen Mu lose his soul. (To be continued......)

PS: Supplement