The autumn rain was cold, icy and cold, and soon the wasteland was muddy, and blood mixed with rain, so it turned into a river of blood, flowing around the messy corpses.

The Turbids paid a great price and narrowed the encirclement with great difficulty, and although their victory seemed to be imminent, they still fell under the Tang sword.

The rain was long, and the sky and the earth were misty, like countless curtains, and the figures around were very blurred, and the human voices were mixed with the sound of rain, which was also very blurred.

Guan Kuo didn't know if Iron Mountain was useless and thunderous or if they were still alive, he just relied on an instinct to insist.

He kept moving forward, forward, and he knew that no matter whether he could succeed or not with his own strength, there was no point in staying where he was now, and he could only break through, or die on the way to break through.

In the distance, through countless rain curtains, the face of General Zhenwei, the commander of the Northern Tang Army, had become very calm.

Around him, all the guards, all the generals, all on war horses, all in armor, let the rain wash away.

He knew that none of the rangers he sent out would be able to complete the mission, and there would be no reinforcements from Li Xianyue to come to support.

He personally hoisted the flag and swaggered in the wind and rain.

In his eyes, there was only resoluteness and fanaticism.

He raised the saber in his hand and asked in a steady voice, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

The voices of everyone around almost shook the wind and rain:

"Glory even though you die!"

A smile appeared on General Zhenwei's face, and his saber slashed forward in the air.

"For the sake of Datang, then, let's kill!"

Everything is for the Tang Dynasty, Xue Zhao is like this, Yulin is like this, Jin King Li Xianyue is like this, and they are also like this.

Datang is here, we are here, this is the soul of Datang.

General Zhenwei took everyone and slaughtered into the midst of thousands of troops.

The Northern Tang Iron Cavalry carried out the final charge of killing the enemy and falling, and they were also not willing to lag behind and were not afraid of death.

They were like blades, breaking through violently, tearing apart the abrupt cavalry formation, and they were unstoppable.

The edge before death is irresistible.

The banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty rushed to kill with them in this way, dancing wildly in the black oppressive abruptness and the rain and fog.

Although the rain was heavy, the abrupt commander was paying attention to the banner, paying attention to General Zhenwei, and paying attention all the time.

His face became more and more gloomy, the lethality of the dying struggle of the Northern Tang Dynasty was really too great, he could hardly bear it, and if it continued like this, he would not have the face to see Ashinaqin.

He beckoned, and a burly and abrupt man came in with a majestic appearance.

"Amuta, you are the number one warrior in our army, now, the time has come to test your strength, have you seen that banner, that is the commander of those southern barbarians, you took three hundred elite light horsemen, took his head, and came back to see me."

He just said that the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry is the soul of the Northern Tang Army, but now, seeing General Zhenwei's strong will and rendering power, he has to admit that not only the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry and General Zhenwei are the soul of the Northern Tang Army, but the Northern Tang Army, inside and out, from top to bottom, are all souls and are difficult to defeat.

It is difficult to knock down mentally, so he can only knock down the opponent physically, he wants to destroy all the souls of the opponent one by one, and the Northern Tang Army will naturally fall.

It was a difficult war, both for the Northern Tang and for the Tu people.

The victory achieved at a great cost is better than defeat, and now, the commander of the abrupt army deeply understands the connotation of this sentence, but, as Li Xianyue analyzed, they have no choice, in order to survive the hardships year after year, they can only choose to be the enemy of the Northern Tang Dynasty, in this case, no matter how big the price is, they must pay.

Amu licked his sharp teeth, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

He is indeed the number one warrior in their army, murderous, invincible, and cruel, so that the enemy is terrified, in the past, he has killed some other countries, including the low-level officers of the Northern Tang Dynasty, but like General Zhenwei's level, he has never had it, if it were not for today, there would be no chance to kill the other party.

Today, he has.

So, he was so excited that a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

He really wanted to taste what the blood of the commander of the Northern Tang Army was like, whether it was different from ordinary Northern Tang people.

"His head, I'll bring it to you." He saluted with abrupt etiquette, greeted him like a bell, took his sharp saber, and left.

The banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty has always stood tall, and everywhere it passed, the sharp edge was exposed, and the blood of the people was abrupt, and General Zhenwei led the personal guards, as well as all the senior generals, like the most ordinary cavalry, charging into battle, and then dying.

Amuda took the three hundred light horsemen given to him by the commander and rushed towards the towering banner, and a hint of tyranny flashed across his face.

It was an intolerable thing for him to kill a person who he was confident to kill in front of them, and he couldn't immediately slash the other person.

"I will eat your flesh and drink your blood!" The chill in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He may be more jealous of the shrinking Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, but he doesn't look down on the other party's senior generals, as a famous abrupt warrior, he feels that those guys on the other side who only know how to command others to charge are just some wine bags and rice bags.

He hated the Tang people, those hypocritical, gorgeously dressed Tang people, in his opinion, those good-looking decorations were just a pile of rags, he didn't need these, he thought that General Zhenwei's majestic armor was nothing more than something better than rags, and with his strength, he could directly split it.

The rain was getting heavier, and there was a haze between heaven and earth, and Amuta gradually couldn't really see the large battlefield.

However, the unfallen flag of the Northern Tang Dynasty is still so clear.

He followed that direction, passing countless outlanders along the way, killing many stubborn Northern Tang people, and with three hundred cavalry, getting closer and closer.

General Zhenwei's gun is very powerful and irresistible.

He held the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty tightly in one hand, and the spear danced in the other, and the abrupt cavalry in front of him burst out one after another, and a huge flower, a real blood flower.

When he was young, he was a good gun, specializing in picking the enemy's head, picking one accurately, in front, behind, left, right, as long as he was close, no one wanted to hide.

He just picked and picked, and finally became General Zhenwei, and then came to this day.

The past is vivid, and I am old.

He buried his youth in this beautiful northern frontier and never returned to his hometown.

However, with the Northern Tang flag tightly in his hand, he seemed to have the whole world.

Hometown, also in there.