Outside the window, the sound of fighting came and went.

The terrifying naked red-pants bewitching boy had already broken through the outermost battleship, sitting on the side of the ship, his left leg trampling, the terrifying bloody knife leaning diagonally on the inner thigh.

The black bear with his eyes gouged out carried the red gourd with a little wrinkled yarn, and he was chanting words in his mouth, standing in the pile of newly dead people, and the blood that had been scattered everywhere on the ground was like life.

It was flowing along the dry and dark deck in all directions, like the blood of a tree branch, it suddenly flew up, like dozens of red snakes drilling towards the mouth of the gourd.

After a short period of time, the blind bear shook the gourd, and when he heard no more swaying sounds, he respectfully bowed his head and handed it to the young man.

The bewitching young man smiled, copied the gourd, raised his head as if drinking, and between the rolling of the Adam's apple, a stream of blood made his face more beautiful and bewitching.

After handing the gourd, the blind bear hurriedly stretched out his paws to take it.

The bewitching young man looked at the still evenly matched battlefield in front of him, the ghost soldiers and the Great Zhou soldiers were bounded by the bow of the ship, and they were fighting each other, and there were two black and white lines under the miserable white moonlight.

Looking behind him, it seemed that there was still no fire, and he was still fighting.

It can be seen that those ghost soldiers who marched from the water and went to the rear and still anchored the battleship have not been captured.

Bang bang...

The bewitching young man's name is Jiu Tun, but he is an evil ghost of Fusang Ghost Country.

He clapped his palms, and the dense ghost generals behind him climbed onto the side of the ship, and then pounced into the distance, among them was Wang Tao, who was the vanguard general, and the immortal gourd with three flying knives hidden in his waist could still be used.

One cold light, two cold lights, three cold lights...

Directly tear a hole in the embankment-like defense line ahead.

There was a panicked commotion among the soldiers who were desperately defending the Great Zhou, but the ghost soldiers had already penetrated through the opening, as if the terrifying big hands were about to tear the cloth brocade.

The participation of the ghost generals directly led to the collapse of the front line.

"Marshal, go quickly, stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood!"

A middle-aged general with a sweaty face and a torn chest armor that was still bleeding roared, but the white-clothed marshal in front of him was indifferent.

The marshal in his mouth is naturally abandoned in vain.

Seeing that the front line was almost exhausted, the middle-aged general could no longer care about it, and roared with a wave of his hand: "Brothers, raise soldiers for a thousand days, it is at this time to sacrifice your life for the country and die as you deserve!

The Sen Ran armor soldiers, who were originally surrounded by a small black circle, each had a murderous aura hidden in their bodies, obviously rolling in the pile of dead people, and they were also the elite of the pro-soldier level.

Seeing the command of the middle-aged general, the armor of about 200 soldiers suddenly moved.

One hundred draw knives.

One hundred crossbows.

Crossbow fire, in the dark, the sound of arrows whistling and screaming.

The one who drew his sword rushed forward with madness.

However, the one who carried the crossbow was extremely calm, and followed suit, occasionally raising the crossbow to shoot at the ghost soldiers who had not noticed the previous rushing armor.

This is a fusion of the formation of the momentum of rushing and killing, whether it is drawing a knife to kill, or moving a crossbow to shoot, it is faintly integrated, as if one person.

The wound on the torn front slowly healed again.

The Great Zhou Warriors, fighting to such an extent, are all red-eyed, and it doesn't matter if they can survive or not.

After all, there are evil spirits in front of you, and it is impossible to surrender.

And the middle-aged blood-stained general turned to look at the white-clothed marshal who was still motionless.

"Marshal Bai, didn't you teach me not to let the sacrifice go in vain?"

This general is famous.

At this moment, he quietly looked at the man behind him, although this man was cold and almost ruthless in his use of soldiers, but he could always win at the lowest cost.

Those who were used by him as bait and as a victim of "outcasts" all exerted their greatest value.

Therefore, the phrase "don't let the sacrifice go to waste" is often on his lips.

The two looked at each other.

Naturally, they understand what each other means.

Fusang is so changed, it is necessary to return quickly, notify the king, and take precautions as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable, that is, the ghost will cross the sea, land on the shoal, and then cover up and kill the Great Zhou Dynasty that sang and danced to the level.

Who can stop it?

Immortals to evil spirits.

But this evil ghost's mode of "ghosts making ghosts, endless, fighting to nourish war, and growing stronger and stronger like a snowball" is really terrifying and terrifying.

Looking at the situation in front of me, I am afraid that not the entire Fusang has become a ghost country, and the people of Fusang have all turned into ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

So, Marshal Bai, you must go, and the faster you go, the better.

"By the way, this time it's different, I can't go. ”

Bai Qi smiled and pointed behind him.

The middle-aged blood-stained general looked behind the marshal and looked at the bottom of the sea in the distance, the dense black shadows were stirring, and the soldiers who unfortunately fell into the sea could be pulled in an instant, sinking to the surface of the sea, and then they stopped struggling, obviously dead.

Look at it again.

There are a lot of these black spots floating on the surface of the sea near the coast.

"This..."

Yan Qidao was stunned.

Between life and death, Bai Qi didn't panic, "Take the way, I'll teach you the last lesson today." ”

He slowly pulled out the long sword with a silver falcon carved on his waist, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying light, "There is no emotion on the battlefield, victory and defeat are the heaviest, if you want to succeed, you must know that you are willing."

Only if you give up can you gain, and only if you are willing to get it, mediocre people are always reluctant, so they lose more, but deliberately give up, others may endure the pain of the bloody knife in their hearts?

It doesn't matter, today, I am also an outcast.

Today, our task has changed from raiding Fusang to passing the information back to Da Zhou.

We... There is a silver lining. ”

Abandoned son?

Yan Qidao was a little stunned.

If Marshal Bai is also an outcast, then who is he protecting?

He didn't have to guess anymore.

Because Bai Qi has already started to roar: "King Shenwu, Fusang is now suffering from an accident, please return to Da Zhou as soon as possible, report to the emperor, and prepare early." ”

The body was like rolling thunder, passing on the frosty white waves of the night and the moon.

Not far away, the bewitching young man suddenly smiled, jumped over barefoot, laughed sharply, and swept out a flower, blood flower, and human head with the red long knife in his hand.

It was because of the participation of two hundred elite armorers, and they temporarily stabilized the confrontation, and completely lost their balance.

The blood-stained general roared, regardless of life and death, carrying the head, that is, rushing.

After Bai Qi roared, his heart was also a lot more comfortable, and the white eagle's long sword was pulled to the end, pointing at the naked young man in red pants under the moonlight, hooking his fingers defiantly, and raising his head.

will be against the general.

King to king.

Even if there is no chance of victory, this is where his pride lies.

Jiu Tun seemed to feel this provocation, that is, "Ji Ji" smiled, kicked his feet, and held a big knife in the air and slashed head-on.

Bai Qi snorted coldly, decades of hard training, integrated into the long sword, and greeted him.

Thousands of meters away.

On the Sparrow Dango.

King Jimmu was carrying a halberd, a little girl in a pink kimono stood beside him, and Shura-like figures squatted on the side of the boat on either side.

"Daddy, are you going to fight?"

Sakurako asked softly.