Red spread across the land and the sky, full of corpses and wreckage, and the strong smell of blood should have been pungent, but no one could smell it anymore.

Purgatory on earth, but for people on the battlefield, the scenery is like any place in the mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Mo Yu saw that the shoulders of a soldier behind him were a little shaky, and he looked scared.

But the gates were sealed, and when they came out, they knew that there was no way out.

The creep was only afraid, but did not run away.

Fan Yang people are used to seeing swords and swords, and they are used to seeing the battlefield, and no one will be a deserter.

Mo Yu immediately turned around and gave him a reassuring look, they were fighting for justice, fighting to defend their homeland, so there was no need to be afraid.

How beautiful are his eyes? The long eyelashes blinked as if they were really talking.

The soldier understood, and was encouraged, took cover with his knife across his chest, and then stepped into the enemy's camp and fought desperately with his comrades.

There were many more people joining him.

Mo Yu retracted his god, and his thin long sword killed another Khitan who had fallen off his horse.

But there are always enemies around him, and his red is different from the red around him, and he is more sparkling and eye-catching, which will attract the enemy's attention.

Of course, red is also the color of killing, and when the enemy comes to attack him, he quickly repeats and kills them mechanically.

But there are so many of these Khitans, why are there more and more?

It's like cutting leeks, stubble after stubble, and you can't finish cutting it.

Under the crimson sunset, the man in red was like a fairy, he kept waving the sword in his hand, and the heads of the enemies were cut off by him one after another, his handsome face had no expression, and his good-looking eyes were out of focus and had no direction.

At this time, he seems to have nothing else to do except kill, and because of his sharp movements, the bloody battlefield, he is the only focus, and he is independent.

Mr. Huo heard that the Khitan leader said that he must kill Moyu, so a large number of Khitan soldiers attacked him.

Mo Yu can now be said to be half the soul of the officers and soldiers defending the city, how can he let him fall.

She carried her sword and led the people, and also frantically went to support.

Sun Mingju saw that of course this heroine would not let him, and raised his arms and shouted: "Support." ”

Fortunately, there were only two city gates on the back, and the strength of the city defenders would not be separated, so everyone fought together.

Finally, the enemy's offensive weakened, and Mr. Huo said to Mo Yu: "I finally rescued you, you are not allowed to have an accident." ”

Because his uncle died, Mo Yu felt guilty and was about to commit suicide, just as Mr. Huo and Sun Mingju arrived.

What does Mr. Huo do? Teach and educate people, and finally teach people.

The Tartars are eliminated, and the homeland is in danger, but at this time, what is the foolishness and filial piety that does not go to protect the family and defend the country? It's simply a shame for Fan Yang's people.

Mo Yu was ashamed and ashamed when he said it, and obediently followed to hunt down the Khitans.

Then the Khitans counterattacked, and they were blocked back.

As he spoke, the Khitans attacked again.

Sun Mingju said at this time: "There are only 30,000 people left in the main force of the other party, let's hold on." ”

Seventy or eighty thousand to thirty thousand people are so heroic, but I didn't think about it, they also lost nearly 10,000 officers and soldiers defending the city.

And the battle has been going on for three days.

Mo Yu said: "Our support from Liucheng is almost here, right?" ”

The fastest speed is two days.

So they had to hold out for two more days.

Two days, they lost 10,000 people in just three days, so two days is a very long time.

But no one would say such a frustrating word.