Due to excessive blood loss, the fifty-one has already become muddy, holding on for so long is just for the belief in his heart, for the figure in the distance, from the moment he followed Jia Rong, from the moment he chose Jia Rong, he never regretted it, he had nothing in the past, he could sacrifice everything he has now for the sake of the first one.

Even if it wasn't for the mission, he was willing to sacrifice for Jia Rong, not only him, this was the mainstream idea in the Xiliang Army, there had never been a master who regarded the soldiers under his command as brothers, Jia Rong was an exception.

As soon as he fell to the ground, he was attacked by nearly ten weapons, and in the blink of an eye, he was unrecognizable, and the hero's ending was tragic.

The death of the 51st stimulated several soldiers of the Xiliang Army around him, and his eyes were red and he killed the soldiers who were far more than several times his own.

Cheng Yin tore off a strand of cloth from his robe, wrapped it tightly around his injured leg, and looked at these trapped soldiers in surprise, for a while, Cheng Yin felt very admired their courage, put it on these soldiers behind him, I am afraid that they would have turned around and fled, even if they were brave, they could not change the situation, just a moment of effort, the soldiers brought by the 51st were already dead, and the rest were out of breath, with wounds on their bodies.

Bending down to pick up the fifty-one war knife, Cheng Yin's face showed joy, the war knife in his hand had already been cut all over the body, and this knife was still sharp, the general's favorite weapon is still the weapon and the war horse, the lone wolf's weapons are all made of haode iron, which belongs to the upper level of weapons, and it is not too much to call it a treasure knife.

Zhang Zhi from the previous advantage to a hard support, dozens of people no matter how powerful they can not fight the three hundred dead soldiers who are not afraid of death, when Jia Rong ordered to move closer to the city gate, he is still fighting tenaciously, up to now, he has no less than five wounds on his body, although it is not a serious injury, but it is gradually devouring his life, the battle robe and armor are stained with a layer of blood, I don't know if it is the enemy or his own.

Turned around and glanced at the figure, Zhang Zhi's gaze suddenly became extremely resolute, the war knife in his hand had no superfluous moves, and the tricks were all to take the enemy's vital points, at the moment of life and death, the potential of the body would be stimulated to the greatest extent, Zhang Zhi was the best among the lone wolves, and his own martial arts were superhuman, and he had already exhausted himself by fighting the enemy for so long, but from the moment he saw Jia Rong constantly organizing soldiers, he found that his body was full of liliang.

Zhang Zhi is one of Jia Rong's original followers, for many years, no matter how critical the moment, he never thought of giving up, and when he ran for the lone wolf, he did his best, for Jia Rong, he could sacrifice everything, he was an orphan since he was a child, he got too much warmth from Jia Rong, and got what he didn't have before.

With the will to die, Zhang Zhi only focused on attacking and not defending, and the lone wolf soldiers were all brave people, seeing Zhang Zhi like this, they followed suit, and suppressed the attack of the dead soldiers for a while

The hands holding their weapons trembled slightly from the long waving of them, and the casualties of the Xiliang army were gradually increasing.

Jia Rong looked around the battlefield and found that Zhang Zhi not far away was surrounded by heavy surrounding, without superfluous words, he gave a few orders to Ulla, and led dozens of cavalry to kill in the direction of Zhang Zhi.

The left arm that had just stopped the wound was overflowing with blood again, Jia Rong gritted his teeth, leaned over the horse's back, and continued to rise and fall with the bumps of the war horse.

The same Xiliang Army, under the leadership of different generals, the combat effectiveness is not the same, the cavalry led by Jia Rong is like a group of wolves from the grassland, the offensive is sharp, the enemies along the way see the enemy's bravery, they have avoided it, and directly opened a straight road for Jia Rong.

When Jia Rong led the army to Zhang Zhi's side, Zhang Zhi had already reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, and the mechanical knife after knife, regardless of the injuries on his body, the same was true of the soldiers around Zhang Zhi, the cavalry turned into infantry, and it still became an obstacle for the enemy to not advance an inch.

The armor on Zhang Zhi's body was already scarred, and there was only a wisp of the battle robe behind him, fluttering in the wind.

Jia Rong felt a sour nose and shouted: "Zhang Zhi, get on the horse quickly!" ”

Zhang Zhi's eyes glowed, and his lips trembled a few times, "General! After speaking, Zhang Zhi's tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Jia Rong led dozens of cavalry to join, and the attack of the dead was temporarily suppressed.

Zhang Zhi worked hard to climb on the horse's back, this war horse has been following Zhang Zhi for two years, and they have a deep affection for each other.

Dozens of cavalry went away, and the dead soldiers who came to pursue were killed by a burst of crossbow arrows, and the avoidance of the enemy along the way made Jia Rong lead the cavalry to get out easily, and the distance gradually increased, although the dead soldiers were difficult to catch up with the pace of the cavalry.

Jia Rong led the remaining soldiers to fight and retreat, all the way to the east city gate, although there were many soldiers in the Cheng Qiu Division, but they were helpless.

"Cheng Yin, you immediately lead the soldiers to the east gate, be sure to hold it, no one is allowed to open the city gate, if there is any change, cut it first and then play!" Cheng Qiu said coldly.

After Cheng Yin agreed, he ordered all the people in the headquarters and left in a hurry.

The soldiers of the Chengqiu Department bit the soldiers of Jia Rong's department tightly, and they couldn't shake off the kraft candy.

Fighting and retreating, the speed of retreat is extremely slow.

As long as there is a free time, the lone wolf soldiers around him will come for a while, no need to aim at all, more than fifty crossbows, each time can always take the lives of thirty or forty enemy soldiers, in the long run, the enemies who came to pursue became a little cringe, saw Jia Rong wielding a knife, immediately drilled to the rear of the camp, and the soldiers in the rear obviously did not want to get close to the crossbow arrows, and were also in a hurry to drill behind them, the real death is not terrible, the unknown death is the most terrifying, the sharp crossbow arrows will break their minds to chase the enemy.

The distance between the two sides was gradually widened, but Cheng Qiu did not have any worries, and after guarding the city gate, Jia Rong and his party could only be captured.

At this moment, a team of about fifty people appeared in the direction of Jia Rong's retreat, all of them with long swords and robes, without the tight wrapping of soldiers on the battlefield.

At just one glance, Jia Rong discovered the extraordinaryness of these people, they are warriors, fifty warriors may not even be able to make waves on the battlefield, but appearing in the rear of the army at this time is undoubtedly fatal, in a narrow range, the strength of the warrior can be maximized, and it is not difficult to take the enemy's head.

Without too many words, the two sides immediately clashed, the retreat was blocked, the Xiliang army did not appear in the panic imagined by the enemy, the thousand soldiers who followed Jia Rong at the beginning were all the elite of the Xiliang army who revered Jia Rong, and they had all encountered a worse situation than this.

The warriors' offense is a completely alternative route, they pursue personal strength, and there is no concept of cooperation, in other words, they are better at heads-up than good at group fighting.

The erratic techniques of these warriors caught the soldiers of the Xiliang Army off guard, the war horses could not collide with each other, the swords and guns they could easily dodge, and the weapons were like spiritual snakes in their hands, ethereal but with amazing power.

As soon as they fought, several soldiers of the Xiliang Army were traumatized to varying degrees, most of the wounds were on the legs, the cavalry of the Xiliang Army were all in fine armor, ordinary arrows, knives and guns were not easy to penetrate, and the legs were not strictly guarded.

One inch long and one inch strong is the situation on the battlefield, and it is obviously not applicable to these martial arts masters in front of you.

Jia Rong's brows furrowed, and the fifty people on the other side forcibly stopped their retreat.

Jia Rong had already seen the cowering appearance of the chasing soldiers in the rear, and led the lone wolf soldiers to quietly move to the front, "Release the arrow!" Before Jia Rong's words fell, more than fifty crossbow arrows roared towards the warrior.

The sound of "puff" and the sound of "dingding" are endless, the six senses of the warrior are far beyond ordinary people, these crossbow arrows are fatal to ordinary soldiers, but they are not enough to threaten them, even so, this burst of crossbow arrows still took the lives of five warriors, and injured seven or eight people, blocking the warriors' sharp attacks.

Jia Rong snorted coldly, and quietly looked at these warriors in front of him, the middle-aged man among the warriors attracted Jia Rong's attention, his slender figure, dressed in white without wind and automatic, and the saber on his waist was also a little longer than that of ordinary people, giving Jia Rong a taste of standing out among these warriors.

The middle-aged man seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly opened his closed eyes, and looked coldly at Jia Rong, who was looking at him.

Jia Rong was not a soft-hearted person, he found the local leader, pointed his sword in the direction of the middle-aged man and ordered: "Release the arrow!" ”

When the crossbow arrow was about to shoot at the middle-aged man, he finally moved, and the reason why he used it was because the middle-aged man had been watching Jia Rong give the order to release the arrows with cold eyes, staring at the whistling arrows with an indifferent expression, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would even suspect that he was a puppet.

The middle-aged man moved, not moving like a bell, and as smart as a cunning rabbit, Jia Rong found that this idiom was too suitable for middle-aged people.

After the sound of "ping pong", the middle-aged man was still standing in place, but his clothes were pierced by a crossbow arrow, but several warriors around him were shot.

Jia Rong gasped, this person is a first-class master, he can stand tall under such a dense crossbow arrow, what kind of ability is needed, his heart is constantly beating the drum, Jia Rong found that he actually had the idea of retreating without a fight, the strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all, only with the hands of the middle-aged man, his fate is worrying, if he wants to take his life, isn't it as simple as finding out for things.

This burst of crossbow arrows also angered the middle-aged, and the sword slashed in the direction of Jia Rong.

Several cavalrymen stepped forward to meet the middle-aged, the ghostly body made the cavalry's fierce attacks all fall in the empty space, more and more cavalry rushed towards the middle-aged man, still unable to stop the middle-aged advance, he never retreated, no matter how dense the attack was, the middle-aged man could always find a foothold.

It is not so much that middle-aged people see middle-aged people fighting, but rather appreciation, and his every move contains a unique charm, giving people a sense of naturalness.

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