Both the Iron Horse Army and the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry were deeply infected, and they followed these two old men to gallop on horseback.

The surrounding troops seemed to be shocked by their temperament, and the movements in their hands slowed down, almost forgetting that this was a battlefield of life and death.

They were eighty feet away.

Seventy zhang.

Sixty zhang.

……

Those Iron Horse Army and Northern Tang Iron Cavalry who were still fighting subconsciously made way for the two of them.

"Shi Chongye, I'm here to kill you!" Guan Zhixiao shouted.

His emotions were high, and no one could have imagined that there would be such a moment when he was as violent as him.

A few traces of vicissitudes flashed in General Guanying's eyes, Shi Chongye, this name, no one has shouted it for a long, long time, and those who know and dare to shout it may only be those old people.

He has been powerful in the Northern Tang Dynasty for many years, no one is qualified to call him that, and qualified people respect him, so the title of "General Guanying" has almost become his name, and to this day, there is only one person who can completely ignore these and call out his real name, and his eyes suddenly moistened.

It seems that he has really returned to the boyhood of the freshly clothed angry horse.

"Guan Zhixiao, your head is mine!" He was high-pitched and yelled.

"Shi Chongye, then it depends on whether you have the ability to take it!" Guan Zhixiao waved the banner in the wind, and the sound of vibration was so loud.

"Okay, then let's try to see who killed whom first!"

They were six feet away.

Five zhang.

Sanzhang.

……

Meet at close quarters.

The banner of the Guan family and the pioneer put the flag together, whirring loudly in the wind, and the two old men bloomed with the greatest glory in their lives.

The people around were shocked, not only the strength of those two people, but also their spirit.

Shi Chongye decided that since he wanted to retire and Li Xunan didn't give him this opportunity, then he just wanted to die, which was the end.

Guan Zhixiao also decided that since Da Wu's fate is grinding and he doesn't know where to go, then as an old man who created this great empire with the first emperor, he will be buried with him.

The battle between the Iron Cavalry and the Iron Horse Army of the Northern Tang Dynasty had only reached its peak at this moment.

Between generals and generals, there is a life-and-death battle going on, and there is no reason why they should not fight hard.

The other troops also seemed to be infected, and for a while the shouts of killing rushed to the sky.

The Iron Horse Army was encircled, and the other troops were defeated by the Northern Tang, but they still persevered and worked hard.

Looking at the old figure with the Iron Horse Army and the Northern Tang Dynasty people who were not dying, Guan Zhixiao's eyes, who had always been old-fashioned and serious, were slightly moist.

For this relative, he really wanted to give an order to make the other party turn back, go back to Jinling immediately, and live the days of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely, but he knew that it was impossible.

This is the fate of this kind of old people.

Southern Wu is in the midst of life and death, and no one can be spared, including Guan Zhixiao.

Guan Zhixiao may die today, but if this old man is rescued at all costs now, and Jinling is breached in the future, he will still die.

In that case, let's do the Horse Leather Shroud.

……

……

and the remnants of the Iron Horse Army defeated the Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry under Wei Bai, and Guan Kuo was finally able to rest for a while.

He looked at the banner of the Guan family in the distance, slightly distracted.

Of course he knew what that meant.

He had irreconcilable contradictions with the old man, and it was still the same.

They are also related by blood.

Now, it may be that the time of separation has come, and many things are not so important.

"Then farewell......" he whispered.

Because he knows very well that under such circumstances, between Guan Zhixiao and Shi Chongye, no matter who wins or loses, Guan Zhixiao will inevitably die, because of this war, it is obvious that Nanwu is defeated.

Refusal to surrender and dissolve is only a kind of faith and spirit, and does not mean that failure does not exist.

But then, the sparkle in his eyes grew stronger.

"Guan Zhixiao, if you can't kill that old guy, then I'll do it."

In his eyes, in this war, General Guanying must be killed, if the other party dies in the hands of Guan Zhixiao, then that's it, and if Guan Zhixiao doesn't succeed, but no one can kill General Guanying, then he will do it for him.

How many times later, the banner of the Guan family in the distance fell.

This means that another representative of the old era has disappeared.

The one-armed old general Guanying had blood on his forehead, looked down at the big man of the Guan family who was still angry, and sighed.

Then, his expression relaxed.

"Guan Zhixiao, you are dead, I am not dead, this is really lucky, in this case, then after this war, after the fall of Nanwu, I may really be able to live the life that our generation wants most."

He pulled Wumo away from Guan Zhixiao's chest, and the war horse stopped for a long time, and then said, "Don't cut off his head, he deserves respect." ”

Guan Zhixiao was killed by him, if he wants to get military merits, cutting off the other party's head and hanging it on his waist is his greatest glory, but when it comes to his situation, he doesn't care about fame and fortune anymore, he just wants to finish some last things, and then quietly bask in the warm sun, no longer thinking about anything else.

There is no need for him to say anything, the surrounding Northern Tang Iron Cavalry is naturally in awe of Guan Zhixiao, since the people who killed Guan Zhixiao themselves have expressed their attitudes, naturally no one will do anything to Guan Zhixiao's corpse.

The fall of the Iron Horse Army's banner caused a large wave of wild waves, and the remaining Iron Horse Army in all directions rushed here without fear of death, as if they were crazy.

Under the irreversible influence of despair and failure, blood and anger will be stimulated, and the pursuit of something other than fear will be pursued.

Almost all of them are desperate to kill General Guanying, pull this old life, maybe at the last moment of death, they will see the light.

However, none of the Iron Horse Army could rush in front of General Guanying, and the iron walls of the Northern Tang Dynasty lying in all directions were full of iron blood and slaughter, calmly tearing and besieging and killing, just like hunting.

The Iron Horse Army has gone from more than 8,000 before the war to just over 1,000 now.

The towering Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, has never endured such a humiliating moment, presumably after this battle, the Iron Horse Army will disappear from history, disappear, and decay together with the once magnificent and glorious country of Great Wu.

It may not be that the Iron Horse Army is not the opponent of the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, but in this war, in the face of absolute superiority, everything is without suspense.

A sad song.

Guan Kuo is among the remaining more than 1,000 iron horse troops.

He looked at the iron horse army in front of him and behind him becoming fewer and fewer, and sighed slightly.

But after a sigh, he raised his head.

He raised his knife.

"I'm going to kill General Guanying!" He shouted, "Did anyone come along?" ”

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