The warriors and Dongbo Haoran both stood at the head of the city and watched the chilling scene under the city, as the middle capital of the warriors, how could they be spectators, seeing that Dongbo Haoran sighed one after another, and there were warriors who took the lead in asking for battle.

"How can this be done, wait for me to go down and clean them up!"

The people who spoke were nothing more than those fledgling new Kentry warriors, each with a fire in their hearts, and Dongbo Haoran knew that these young Kact warriors were impulsive, and of course he couldn't let them make fearless sacrifices, so he immediately stopped them.

"Don't act rashly!"

Last year, the new Khita warrior was nameless, young and promising, he was the youngest Khitwu in the capital, only sixteen years old, but he had a different arm strength from ordinary people, making a domineering bow, but his heart was impatient and tight, and the black iron bow on his back was the bow of Zhang Qian, a thousand long bows of the Knight warriors, and he re-carried this bow without a name, just to do his best for Zhang Qian and himself, even if this force is insignificant, even if he dies on the battlefield, it is also what a young man should look like, although he has no regrets.

Nameless hot-blooded man, can't do this kind of thing of shrinking without fighting, the people under the city and the soldiers who died in battle are still in the giant furnace in front of their eyes one by one, how can the nameless endure it, angry up, let alone listen to Dongbo Haoran's persuasion, immediately plundered the city, quite the heroism of the heroes of the troubled times, which is also what he pursued to become a warrior.

Gallop the field, smile proudly!

"Come back!"

Dongbo Haoran shouted in a hoarse and low voice, but at this moment, the nameless has gone down to the city, and he has no tendency to return to the city, it seems that he must be the savior.

Donglin City should have left and right vanguard generals to defend against the enemy, but at this time, Zishu Huating went to the General's Mansion to flatter, where to care about the life and death of these city soldiers, for him, the career is the most important, Prince Yucheng is the one who wants to inherit the throne, if this relationship is accompanied, it is really a bright future.

Therefore, only Dongbo Haoran sat in the city in winter, and when he saw that he had no name to go down to the city, he could only ask others to go down to the city to recover.

"Chase Nameless back!"

"The general let me go!"

The person who spoke was none other than Lin Xiaotian, an iron arhat with a burly figure and two sledgehammers.

Dongbo Haoran saw the person who hugged his fists and asked for battle, shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Now there is only one main force left in the city, and you have only returned to the city after fighting with Wu Mang, you go to rest first, if Dongyi takes the opportunity to attack the city, you still need to contribute." “

"General, I can still fight!" Lin Xiaotian has strength, Dongbo Haoran is the commander of Donglin City, and he is also the commander of all the deed warriors, so Lin Xiaotian's orders will not be disobeyed.

At this time, a slender and well-proportioned young man walked out of the formation, and said in a flat tone: "I'll go!"

Seeing that this person was extraordinary, Dongbo Haoran looked calm and calm, revealing an indifference that did not match his age, holding a three-foot long sword, but the scabbard was mottled, it was a sword cast by an ordinary blacksmith, and some rust could be faintly seen.

"What's your name?"

"Cold quicksand!"

Cold Quicksand, like Nameless, is a new warrior in last year's general election, and he went out with Dongbo Haoran for the first time, but he has not yet had time to perform. If you want others to remember it on the battlefield of Qiwu, you can only rely on your own strength.

Dongbo Haoran said solemnly: "Okay! If you want me to remember you, prove it to me with the sword in your hand, and bring people back to me, and if you can't bring them back, don't come back. ”

When Han Liusha heard this, he was not excited, his face was still as usual, holding a three-foot Qingfeng, and he responded coldly in a deep voice: "There is no if!" “