And Jerodziel did not go down to the city.

This small lord used a simple gamble to bluff the Cheng madman who was supposed to take him down to the city.

Under the escort of Ade and others, the little lord in black armor was crowded on the edge of the city wall, and in front of him, the southerners had rushed out of the camp, and more than 10,000 people shouted and rushed towards the city wall.

Huge ladders have also been rolled out of the camp, and everyone on both sides is clenching their knives and guns.

Up and down Yanjing City, a total of more than tens of thousands of people, have already made up their minds and are ready to fight to the death.

This kind of killing machine burst out, and the roar of thousands of people changed the color of the heavens and the earth, so that Yelu Jienan on the city wall couldn't help but clench the pearl and jade short sword in his hand with symbolic meaning that was greater than the practical significance.

This is the battlefield.

It's a place where men fight.

No romance.

There's nothing a one-size-fits-all approach.

This is the most ordinary men, for the sake of fame, family and country, relatives, and righteousness, with their hearts and guns, and their blood and bravery, they have turned into two invisible beasts that swallow hope and swallow despair.

In this battlefield of the world's red dust hegemony, a place where men are turned into beasts.

Cruel to the point of seeing blood, indifferent to the point of devouring souls.

But this.

It's a stage for men.

Only on this stage, an ordinary man can shine with the light that burns all things.

Yelu Jienan on the city wall, in the evening night, watched the firelight flowing, towards the southern soldiers used for the city wall, those torches were like flowing fire, which made him fall into a strong sense of déjà vu.

Back then, his father, probably like this, commanded the good men of Liaodong, fighting in the whole world, so that today's northern country was born.

As a descendant of the lord of the country? Growing up to fifteen? It's the first time I've been on the battlefield.

It's really a shame for my father.

But the lord of the small country is a calm person, when he feels the fierceness of the battlefield? He let go of the dagger he was gripping tightly? There is also a sigh in my heart.

This battle is destined to be unfought.

He had information that ordinary soldiers couldn't grasp.

Through this information? Then he knew, these things in front of him? How exactly will it develop.

Got the hang of things? Naturally, you know what to do.

Seeing that a big battle is about to start, but, just when the first ladder will approach the city wall, just when the momentum collision is at its peak? This evening in the middle of the night? To the northwest, bright fireworks suddenly rose into the sky and exploded in the night sky.

It's like a grand show, and at the beginning, it is abruptly interrupted by an unexpected situation.

Seeing the light of fireworks rising into the sky? Yelu Jienan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and was riding on a horse? Zhao Lian, who walked out of the camp, also saw the skylight fire.

The veteran's bearded hand stopped in place.

And the opposite of the small country? The veteran's face immediately became gloomy.

Abrupt changes one by one? After ten breaths? The position of the forward of the Southern Army seems to have changed slightly? The Hundred Battles Cadet who commanded at the front changed direction without authorization.

With a hundred battle troops like tigers and wolves, they rushed to the northwest, in the direction of the fireworks rising.

Compared with the cold city walls, these warlike fanatics seem to have found more valuable and better targets.

In front of the reversal of the direction of this tiger and wolf army, in the northwest of Yanjing City, on a hillside, in the evening night, a wisp of red light fluttered gently, which was extremely strange.

Like a flag, like a beacon fire leading to the abyss.

Holding the evil knife in a lifeless manner, the magic knife seemed to feel that it could drink blood today, so it continued to hiss, and its red glow escaped brighter.

On the side of Wu Wulife, Zhang Chu, who was dressed in black, was holding an ordinary Western Regions straight knife in both hands.

The wind with the aura of blood and murder came to his face, blowing Zhang Chu's black hair swaying in the night, and even the robes with the corners of his clothes were flying.

Under the red glow, there is also a light in the heterochromatic pupils that is under control.

He had a smile on his face.

Enjoy the smile.

He's enjoying the feeling of getting a little bit closer to victory, this feeling that everything is going according to his vision, without the interference of others.

In front of his eyes, tens of thousands of Hundred Battle Troops roared wildly.

It's like a pack of wild beasts out of the cage, smelling the delicious taste of blood, hungry stomachs, roaring, longing for fresh meat.

But Zhang Chu didn't want to be alone, with his brother, to face this group of hungry beasts.

The Hundred Battles Army became famous overnight in Jinling, and Zhang Chu saw with his own eyes what kind of power this violent army would be when it was crushed, but he was not afraid, because behind him, there was also an army of wild beasts.

Today's Zhang Chu is not simply the master of the Seven Peerless Sects.

He's the Beastmaster!

The beastmaster who controls the Yellow Springs herd!

Zhang Chu raised his hand, and the true qi of the life and death contract spread silently little by little, and in the dark night behind him, a darkness was emerging, one by one.

One by one, the warriors of the Western Regions, who were strong and strong, carrying restless true qi, their eyes were confused, their bodies were trembling, and they were holding their blades, and they walked out of the dark night behind Zhang Chu.

Their breath is more violent than the breath of the Hundred Battles, and more like a group of beasts that have been devoured by destruction.

They are demon soldiers.

Seven Absolute Demon Soldiers, among the countries of the Western Regions, a terrifying legion that has been rumored for several years.

Selecting those who are strong and strong, teaching the practice of life and death, and practicing hard for many years, everyone in this army has the true qi that can be comparable to that of the martial artists.

Even better, they were driven by the True Qi of Life and Death, and their hearts were full of desire to destroy, but they did not lose their minds like the Hundred Battles Army.

They also know how to cooperate with military formations, and they have learned the seven unique martial arts, and everyone is an elite.

and is manipulated by the contract of life and death, and must not resist the instructions, and the order is forbidden.

Zhang Chu has worked hard to manage the Western Regions, and after many years of accumulation, the number of this demon army has been considerable, and this is the most deterrent card in his hand.

All of this is for the scene in front of us.

"Weihou, your victory, Zhang Mou took it unceremoniously."

"It will turn into my victory."

In the dark night, the battle cry of the Hundred Battles Army had been heard clearly, Zhang Chu chuckled lightly in the night, he looked at the southern army camp, raised his arm, and waved forward in the next moment.

The demon soldiers standing on the high place roared in unison, like a black tide, pouring down from the hillside, like a rolling turbid current, from top to bottom, washing everything.

After half a pillar of incense, they collided with the rushing Hundred Battle Army.

It was like the convergence of two tides, and at the moment of impact, it brought a splash of water, and death came so violently that when the two sides collided, it almost made a substantial loud noise.

Under the dark night, stumps and broken arms were sprinkled everywhere, red-eyed Hundred Battle Army, roaring wildly, demon soldiers blessed with strong true qi, and the Ten Thousand Poison Gate demons collected by Zhang Chu, and the assassins of the Five Elements Gate.

Blood-red battle qi, black true qi, rising poisonous smoke, flying hidden weapons.

Everything is messed up.

It seemed like it was just a split second, and everything was stirred into a pot of porridge.

"The Hundred Battles... Blocked? ”

Outside the camp, a few miles from the battlefield, the adjutant general on his horse said in astonishment.

The tone is incredible.

In the past ten days, he has seen with his own eyes that several tenacious military formations have been pushed and collapsed under the irresistible impact of the Hundred Battles Army, and he has also seen with his own eyes that the former fierce enemy, the elite division of the Northern Kingdom, was easily chiseled by the Hundred Battles Army.

In his heart, in addition to the shortcomings of poor discipline, the Hundred Battles Army has been able to wrestle with the Tiance Army.

But now, this almost invincible army of a hundred battles was stopped under his nose by another army of equally chaotic and furious troops, albeit with great casualties, albeit with great difficulty.

But it did block it.

And beside the deputy general, the main general Zhao Lian, the face of the Southern Kingdom Weihou was as pale as paper, his body shook a little, and there was a pain in his heart, and this veteran had a strong feeling.

The victory, which had been close before, was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Send troops!"

Zhao Lian said suddenly.

"Hold all the armies up! Don't be prepared! ”

Wei Hou's shout became sharp and rough in the next moment, and he shouted:

"Crush him! Defeat the thug! No matter the cost! ”

"Master Hou!"

The lieutenant general was shocked, he saw that Wei Hou's face had never been so distorted and so irritable, and he was about to stop it, when he saw Wei Hou turn his head and stare at him like a beast.

The old man breathed heavily, gritted his teeth and said:

"That army is not enough in number, even if it blocks the Hundred Battles Army, it can't stop my whole army from pressing on. That's Yanjing's reinforcements, as long as they break them.

Hope in the city is shattered, and the city will not be in the future!

Things can be salvaged!

Just break them! ”

"Master Hou, don't be impulsive! It's time to take a break from the edge..."

Before the adjutant could finish his words, he was whipped by the irascible Weihou Yima, the old man's hair and beard were flying, his whole body trembled, and in the night, he shouted loudly in a desperate tone:

"Yanjing! The old man only needs Yanjing! Take it and everything will be saved! You don't understand, you don't understand at all! Troops! Immediately! ”

The adjutant general did not dare to persuade again.

But just as he was about to give the order, he saw a white light flash away in the night ahead.

"Boom"

A loud bang was heard.

The terrifying cold air erupted in the center of the Hundred Battles Army's military formation, and in just an instant, most of the places the size of a small town were frozen up, and the white cold air was entwined around the night battlefield.

Wait for the cold fog to clear.

Hundreds of people, frozen in the cold on the hillside.

The entire forward formation of the Hundred Battles Army was split into two by this terrifying blow.

Up and down Yanjing City, everyone was stunned by this blow.

In today's world, there is only one person who can make this kind of battle with his own body.

But he's dead!

The man was dead!

Zhao Lian under the city, and Yelu Jienan in the city, a chill with fear appeared in their hearts at the same time, could it be that the dead man crawled out of the grave because of extreme unwillingness?

"No life, let's wrap it up."

Seeing that the frozen witchcraft thaumaturgy broke out in the dark night, Zhang Chu waved his hand and said a word to the evil sword master beside him.

In the next moment, a touch of red light also swept into the battlefield with the cold air.

The illusion of nearly a hundred feet of blood sea, with the swing of the magic knife, shrouded the body, and the fierce and domineering offensive of the Hundred Battles Army was also forcibly interrupted under this move.

The sea of blood was shrouded, even if it was a hundred soldiers who only had the intention of fighting in their hearts, they were also shocked by the sea of blood.

But the Seven Absolute Demon Soldiers, who were extremely far away, were not affected.

Suppress, fight back.

Under Zhao Lian's nose, in less than a stick of incense, the forward of the Hundred Battle Army had been chiseled by the black tide-like demon soldiers, and the entire formation was damaged.

The old man watched the scene.

His fingers were trembling, because of anger, because of unwillingness, because of missed opportunities.

No chance...

Just a little bit to hold on to victory.

Just that, a little bit.

"Thief!"

The night in front of Zhao Lian's eyes, the scene in front of him, all seemed to have become no longer real at this moment, as if the world was spinning, there was something that was restless in his body, and it was somewhat irrepressible.

A stream of heat rushed down the throat and straight into the mouth.

It was a fishy-sweet smell.

Himself, defeated.

I've been defeated before, but I can always come back.

This time, it's different.

No more chances.

"Can't pour."

The old man staggered, trying to grasp the reins of the horse, trying to stabilize his body, but the fingers that had been able to hold the blade in the past were extremely weak at this moment.

Fluffy, no strength.

"Old man, you can't fall yet..."

He whispered.

In the unreal vertigo, the old man raised his head and looked at the sky, the night had fallen, and a cold moon hung in the sky, as if sarcasm, but also at pity.

People are not as good as heaven.

"Retreat."

The adjutant general heard the order of infinite loneliness, the voice seemed to come from outside the Yellow Spring Heaven, he raised his head, and saw a bloody light, spurting out of Wei Hou's mouth, warm blood, splashing his head and face.

And the old man who has used himself as a backer and supported the national fortunes of the south for more than 20 years.

The old man, who was regarded as some kind of symbol by all the soldiers of the South.

The stubborn one, who leveled the right and wrong village, won the battle of Quarry Rock, and went to the meeting with a bold single knife, it seems that he will never be defeated by the old man.

He shook and fell off his horse.

He's alive.

Pity.

The heart, already dead.

It's like a scarred mountain, which collapsed in the cold night of Yanjing.

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The Southern Army retreated.

Overnight, thousands of corpses were left behind, and under the cover of the entanglement of the Hundred Battle Army, they withdrew thirty miles away.

The soldiers of the northern army on the city wall, just like the people who eat melons, looked at the fantastic scene in front of them, the siege of Yanjing was solved, but it was not solved by the northerners' own army.

Everyone, including Wan Yanmu, who has left a suicide note and is ready to die, and Cheng Maniac who has opened his mouth wide from beginning to end.

Everyone was stunned, as if in a dream.

Except for the man of Jerod.

This result had long been expected by him, but things seemed to have gone a little wrong.

"This seat is late for rescue, and I hope that the lord of the country will atone for his sins."

In my memory, I am always very arrogant, and I have been announced dead for more than half a year, and the national teacher who has no bones left is happy, with a cold air, but with a gentle face, he knelt down in front of the little country lord.

It's not pretending, it's really kneeling like a five-body bow.

The gaze of the little country lord stayed on this person for a few breaths, and he keenly felt that although he was still happy, it didn't seem to be anymore.

Something indescribable and inexplicable took root in him.

And behind him, Zhang Chu, who was dressed in black, still maintained the gentle smile in Yelu Jienan's memory, and when he saw the lord of the country raise his head and look at him, Zhang Chu's smile became more and more warm.

He stretched out his hand to the man and said,

"Don't worry, as long as I have the Seven Absolute Gates, the northern kingdom will be as stable as Mount Tai. It's just that Zhang has something unclear. ”

Zhang Chu pursed his lips, and he asked:

"Lord of the country, do you have the ambition to conquer the world?"

Yelu Jienan looked at Zhang Chu's hand stretched out in front of him, he seemed to be relieved, stretched his waist, stretched his body, and reached out to hold Zhang Chu's hand.

A fifteen-year-old child should have a pure smile.

He blinked and said:

"This thing is too troublesome, Lone can't do it, if there are credible people who want to give it a try, Lone will definitely help."

"It just so happens that our country is now lacking a national teacher, and I am glad that the sect leader has not recovered from a serious injury, and he needs to recuperate.

In the past few months, the state affairs have been exhausted, and the loneliness has really been exhausted.

I am looking forward to having a hero in the world like Zhang Men Master, a peerless talent, to solve problems for loneliness. ”