Jiang Mo came to the outside of the palace, and under the steps, there was a black and oppressive armor, and they exuded a shocking murderous aura all over their bodies.

Samuelson led the rebels to attack the Baiyi Dynasty, and after breaking the city, I don't know how many Li people were killed.

Among them, there must be the relatives of these armorers.

At the moment, they just want to break through the terrace, slash the enemy, and take revenge!

At this time, Keynes, the king of Baiyi, stood on the top of the steps, and his face also showed grief.

"My people, Samuelson's rebels, have killed my people and ruined my mountains and rivers. Today, we will launch a general attack on the rebels on the terrace! Kill Samuelson, this scum!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Outside the palace, hundreds of thousands of tigers and warriors raised their swords and guns in their hands, making an earth-shaking sound of Han killing.

So that the clouds in the sky seemed to be scattered.

At this time, when morale was at its highest, Keynes waved his hand, and the torrent of iron armor drove away in the direction of the terrace.

The monks whose strength has reached the realm of the Martial Emperor are all in the air, and above the sky, there are also tens of thousands of monks, which is the core strength of the Baiyi Dynasty.

As for the monks who have reached the realm of martial saints, they have never shown up, and the fact that everyone can't see them doesn't mean that they are not there.

This time the decisive battle, I'm afraid, even if it is a martial saint powerhouse, it will be difficult to be alone.

"In case of crisis, please help. Keynes came to Jiang Mo's side and spoke.

"Rest assured, I will never sit idly by. After all, there's what I need on the terrace. Jiang Mo nodded.

After Keynes finished speaking, he also glanced at Huang Buqun, who gave him a very sharp feeling, like a sword.

The army marched out and headed towards the terrace.

At this time, in a large hall on the terrace, a red-haired man sat on top of the head, holding a very bewitching woman in his right hand, and rubbing his big hands wantonly on his delicate body.

The bewitching woman kept letting out a low moan.

"My king, according to the spies, Keynes has led a large army to the terrace. One of the generals bowed and said.

The red-haired man was the leader of the rebels, Samuelson.

His fiery red hair danced in the wind, and he grabbed the general's collar and said, "Keynes, that coward, how can he have the audacity to start a decisive battle?" Samuelson said coldly.

It is said that in the palace, he invited two helpers, so he dared to start a decisive battle. The general was gasping for breath.

"Haha, helper, the Baiyi Dynasty is already a general, what helper can you invite?" Samuelson laughed wildly, and ordered the general: "Go, pass on my word, all the soldiers gather, if Keynes is really going to start a decisive battle this time." Well, let him stay on this terrace completely. ”

"Yes. ”

Two terrifying forces are about to collide, and there is a depressing atmosphere in the air, and there is a sense of impending a storm.

Jiang Mo looked at the mighty, dragon-like torrent of iron armor, and couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart.

Every time there is a war, there are countless families that are torn apart because of it.

Countless lives will be lost.

And those who lost their lives were often low-level figures, and the truly powerful monks generally had means to save their lives unless they encountered a certain death situation.

A towering pavilion gradually comes into view, and that is the terrace.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Below, there was an earth-shattering roar, with iron armor and swords and guns.

When this large army approached the city, the rebels on the other side of the terrace seemed to be ready.

But, so what?

Sooner or later, we will fight to the death!

"My people, the rebels are right in front of you, break through their walls, let them wash away their hatred with blood!" the low roar of the Baiyi King echoed in the air, and below, the hundred thousand tigers rushed towards the terrace.

At this moment, the earthquake trembled, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Jiang Mo, Huang Buqun, and the martial saint powerhouses of the Baiyi Dynasty did not make a move, if they made a move now, then those soldiers below would definitely be affected, which was something that neither side wanted to see.

On the side of the Baiyi Dynasty, they took the cloud ladder and attacked the city wall.

At the city gate, someone carried a huge tree and slammed into the city gate, making a muffled sound of roar.

On the tower of the city, the rebel guards pushed down the boulders from top to bottom, killing countless armor soldiers.

He poured hot oil from above, and at this moment, countless armor soldiers were scalded to death, rolled down the ladder, and died on the spot.

However, these armor soldiers, as if they were not afraid of death, in order to take revenge, to defend their homeland, in order to defeat the rebels, they poured into the city tower one after another.

Gradually, a gap in the tower was opened, and the two armoured soldiers fought together, and hand-to-hand combat began.

More and more armor soldiers poured into the towers, killing countless rebels.

Gradually, the monks of the Martial Emperor realm began to fight, and they fought in the air, and the powerful aftermath of the battle rushed out, making a loud rumbling sound.

Monks continued to fall, falling from the clouds, with casualties on both sides.

Since the rebels can survive and break through several cities, they naturally have their advantages.

The battle between the two sides was extremely scorching, and the blood gradually stained the earth, making the ground like a river of blood

The corpses were piled up like mountains of flesh, and the severed arms, hands and feet were scattered everywhere.

On the rebel side, they even counted the enemy's ears as their exploits, so whenever a soldier was defeated on this side, his ears would be brutally cut off.

The miserable shouting, mixed with the thick and pungent bloody breath, made people with a bad mentality want to vomit on the spot.

There are more and more people dying, both sides are dying, the king of Baiyi can't sit still, if it continues to be consumed like this, even if he can win, then the national strength will be greatly reduced.

When the time comes, other forces will take advantage of the situation, and the Baiyi Dynasty will be completely destroyed.

It was not only the king of Baiyi who was nervous, but the leader of the rebel army, Samuelson, obviously did not expect that the fight would be so fierce.

According to his predictions, Keynes will soon be beaten to the ground.

Clearly, Samuelson underestimated the determination of this vengeful army.

"This is not the way to go, and there will definitely be heavy casualties on both sides at that time. Next to Samuelson, a military advisor reminded.

Samuelson glanced at the man and said, "This king also sees that there is no way to go on like this. You have to pay attention. ”

The military advisor rolled his eyes and whispered to Samuelson, "My king, I have a plan here that can reduce the damage of both sides, and also decide the winner. ”

After the military advisor finished talking about this plan, Samuelson's eyes lit up, and it seemed that this plan was feasible.

(End of chapter)