And at the moment when the black suppressed demon soldiers retreated, what was left behind were scarred corpses.

All the soldiers of the 11th Regiment who were still alive could no longer hold on, some fell directly, covered in blood, and some supported the ground with one hand, and their faces were in a mess.

Their bodies were stained with blood, their armor was tattered, and the bloody wounds showed that they had just experienced a baptism of death.

"We're alive." With a single knife propping up the ground and his hair messy, Dongfang Qianlan has never been so embarrassed as he is now.

"We're still alive, but they, dead, can't come back." Looking at the cold corpses, Lu Junyan's eyes became moist, and what crossed his mind were the once bright smiling faces.

They are brothers, comrades-in-arms, and relatives.

They trained together, drank together, messed around together, put on the armor of the 11th Regiment together, and went to the battlefield with full pride.

Obviously, yesterday, they were still drunk in the camp of the 11th Regiment, laughing at the regiment commander who fell into the water.

Bright morning, they also put on the armor of the 11th Regiment together, rode on war horses, and boarded the battlefield with full pride.

But now, they can never come back, and they will remain on this cold battlefield forever.

Holding the corpse of a soldier, Helian Feng couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

Holding the hand of a dead veteran, Beichen Hao clenched his fists.

The entire eleventh regiment was immersed in endless sorrow.

On the city walls, looking at the warriors who fought until the last moment and died tragically, one soldier after another, put down their weapons and knelt down, with endless grief and repentance.

Guilt weighed down on their hearts, and grief had made it impossible for them to hold their heads up.

It was they who kept the bravest fighters out of the door, it was they who pushed them to their deaths.

"The demon soldiers have retreated, Bai Lan, don't give the order to open the city gate yet!" Looking at Bai Lan on the city wall, Dongfang shouted angrily.

Bai Lan was startled and suddenly took two steps back.

"Open the gates! Open the gates! Open the gates!! "On the city wall, the deafening cry, accompanied by the sound of weapons hitting the ground, resounded throughout the battlefield, and countless soldiers shouted angrily!

The overwhelming force of the people's hearts swept the entire battlefield in an instant!

Standing on the city wall, facing the one-sided momentum, Bai Lan's face turned pale and he was so frightened that he took two steps back.

The soldiers under the city had completely ignored Bai Lan's orders, and countless soldiers rushed to the city gate, opened the city gate, and took all the wounded soldiers back to the city.

"Your people have already retreated, don't let me go quickly!" Seeing that all the soldiers of the eleventh regiment returned to the city, turning their heads to look at Feng Ge, Luo Tianfeng said angrily.

Feng Ge didn't speak, but mentioned Luo Tianfeng, and he was about to fly down.

Capture the commander of the demon clan, this war, they will win without a fight!

However, before she could fly off the chariot, the next moment, a fierce sword light was coming head-on.

Feng Ge's heart jumped, and between his sideways, he was able to dodge the dangerous blow, and the moment he turned around, he looked at the familiar handsome face, but the whole person was completely frozen!

"Let my imperial brother go!" Looking at Feng Ge, Luo Tianchen said angrily, the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Feng Ge!

"Xiao Chen, I am." Looking at Luo Tianchen, Feng Ge was about to step forward.

In the next moment, a silver feather arrow had already pierced the void and flew from the protective wall behind it, directly penetrating Feng Ge's chest!