(7,000 words)

In the Tianyuan Army, the elite of the hundred battles among the veterans on the battlefield are worthy of the fierce soldiers who crawled out of the pile of the dead.

In the current situation, there are more and more fighters, who did not run around with the Khitan army, and after being reorganized by the generals, they joined the sequence of besieging the mountain pack.

Among them, the elite cultivators are even more scrambling to rush forward. In the later stage of the Imperial Qi Realm and the Yuan Shen Realm, they jumped straight over the crowd, regardless of jumping up the mountain bag.

Many of them would rather be shot by a talisman and pay for their lives than pounce on their opponents and swear to open the gap so that their comrades can recapture the flag that belongs to them.

Recapture the general flag, put it up, and let the army see that all the soldiers will have the backbone, and the position will have a great chance to stabilize. With the quality of the Tianyuan army, even if the Khitan army is defeated, they have the possibility of fighting again.

The terrain here is narrow, as long as you can re-stabilize your position, even if there are not many people at the beginning, as long as you can block the Yanmen army for a while, there will be more and more old soldiers, who will be restrained from the rout and rebuild the defense line!

Until now, in the mountains and forests on both sides, there is no large force of Yanmen troops to kill, which means that the enemy will not rush out at all, and these Tianyuan elites know that their situation is not as unbearable as imagined.

Around the mountain, there were soon countless corpses, not to mention the soldiers who rolled down the hillside, and the corpses had already piled up into a wall in the relatively gentle terrain. The blood pooled into pools of blood, some invading the ground and some drifting into streams.

The cultivators of the Tian Yuan Army constantly jumped over the corpses of their comrades, fighting to the death with the Great Qi cultivators inside.

Zhao Lie had already fallen into a fierce battle, and he had no skills to turn around, Zhao Xun took dozens of cultivators, stubbornly guarding the last position, and there were many figures in front of them, and the cultivators on both sides came and went.

The true qi flow was as bright as a galaxy, illuminating the hideous faces, the scarlet eyes, and the constantly falling warriors, the intestines flowing from the stomach, and the blood gushing from the neck.

Groups of Tian Yuan cultivators continued to kill them, fighting Zhao Xun and the others in close combat, and the battle was extremely fierce.

In less than a stick of incense, most of Zhao Xun's true qi was consumed, and there were many more wounds on his body, and he didn't know when he was cut off.

But he fought to the death with the others, even as more and more of his companions fell. Even though the ground was full of corpses, there was no place to stay.

They stepped on the viscera of their enemies or their comrades, ignored the oozing chirp, and continued to fight in formation in the thick smell of disgusting blood.

On Zhao Xun's vicissitudes of life, there is only a firm look, and in those weathered eyes, there is only a resolute fighting spirit.

Years of drunken dreams and death, the walking dead, not only did not make him forget the painful memories in his heart, and he was disappointed in himself day after day, but made his life more and more painful.

used to be a genius and powerhouse standing on the top of the peaks, self-esteem and pride have long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and no matter how big the setbacks are, no matter how much wine you have, you can't eliminate them.

Even if you fall into the abyss, you can't sit back and watch yourself live a muddy life, as good as pigs and dogs.

After getting out of the Qinglou case, he didn't care about life and death for a long time, and the only thing he pursued now was to live a worthwhile life and be worthy of his identity as a member of the Zhao clan.

He wants to prove to the Zhao family that even if he can't have the cultivation of the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, he will definitely not live as a dwarf, he can still stand up, he can still contribute to the family, he can kill the enemy on the battlefield, and he can also capture the flag and make meritorious contributions!

In his life, he can not have the cultivation strength of a strong man, but he wants to regain the bones and bearing of a strong man!

For this reason, even if it is to pay for his life and become a piece of loess on the battlefield, he will not hesitate to do it.

The clear light of the moon sprinkled the mountains of corpses and blood on the mountains.

Fighting with a strong opponent for two moves, Zhao Xun suddenly felt that the other party's face was particularly familiar.

When he looked at it, his heart throbbed.

This opponent turned out to be the one who competed with him for the daughter of a tribe chief who liked him, and then injured him, and on the way back to Yanmen Pass with the chief's daughter, he caught up and seriously injured him, causing him to lose his cultivation foundation, and he could only stay in the middle of the Yuan Shen Realm for the rest of his life, and he could no longer make an inch!

"Barra, it's you!"

Zhao Xun struggled to slash out, only to feel the anger of shame in his chest surging like a sea.

After the events of that year, the tribal chieftain who did not dare to offend the Yanmen army said that he had already executed Bala.

But I didn't expect that the other party was still alive and well!

"Zhao Xun?"

Bala blocked Zhao Xun's horizontal knife, and in surprise, his face was full of sarcasm, "You are still in the middle of the Yuan Shen Realm, waste, just like back then! Since you still dare to appear in front of me, I will let you die today!"

"Brute thief, who do you say is a waste?!" Zhao Xun was furious.

Years of humiliating memories suddenly came flooding back to his heart, and he roared, swinging his sword with all his might, completely giving up the idea of defense, only seeking to kill the opponent.

However, many years ago, he was not Bala's opponent, and now that the other party is in the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, Zhao Xun is even more invincible.

Even though Zhao Xun had thousands of resentment, indescribable anger and humiliation, he was still within two moves, and he was hit in the chest by the opponent's punch, vomiting blood and flying out, and fell next to the broken flag.

"To tell you the truth, Gao Wa is already my wife. ”

Bala killed the two cultivators who rushed over, and rushed to Zhao Xun with an arrow step, although the long knife he swung was blocked by the other party, but with a side kick, he still kicked Zhao Xun so much that he vomited blood again and flew out.

Bullying himself, Bala's face was full of cruel smiles, and his eyes were full of banter, his next words made Zhao Xun fall into an ice cave, and the hairs all over his body seemed to explode:

"You think Gao Wa likes you? That's just a dangerous situation we have set up, the purpose is to create a situation, so that I have a reason to hurt you, and I can calm the anger of the Yanmen army afterwards.

"Actually, everything we did was for you, the most talented cultivator of the Zhao Clan!"

Looking at Zhao Xun's shocked face, Barra was infinitely happy.

The long knife in his hand was cut down, and he said unscrupulously: "Our tribe is not called the Yellow Sheep Department, but the Tianyuan Department!"

"For more than a hundred years, we have never forgotten to take revenge on the Zhao family, and we have never stopped calculating your Yanmen army, and these ten years are more than ten years when we can really act!

"In order to facilitate the capture of Yanmen Pass in the future, in order to better the southern expedition, the extraordinary geniuses of the Zhao clan are the objects of our calculations.

"You are like this, a year ago, the action against your current heir to the head of the family, Zhao Ning, is the same!"

"Zhao Xun, at this time, you should have been in the middle of the Wang Extreme Realm, or even the middle of the Wang Extreme Realm, but you are so stupid that you were easily confused by Gao Wa!

"So you can't have a future, your future is destined to be buried in my hands, even though I am only older than you and far less talented than you, but you can only be in the middle of the Yuan Shen Realm for the rest of your life, until you die!"

The words fell, and Balagram flew Zhao Xun's horizontal knife, kicking the opponent to the ground, and the long knife slashed down at the opponent's forehead!

......

Zhao Ning's gun in his hand was like a dragon, stabbing the enemy in front of him to the heart, this Tianyuan cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, holding the gun with both hands, the corners of his bloody mouth were full of hideous and fierce smiles.

Failed to pull back the spear in an instant, there was a very short stalemate between the two sides, and when Zhao Ning wanted to abandon the gun and dodge, he was a step slower after all, and a mace swept over from the side hit him in the head!

This is an all-out blow in the middle of the Yuan Shen Realm. Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Ning only had time to tilt his head slightly.

The mace swept away his shackles, his wet hair scattered, his ears buzzed, the sea went blank for a moment, and he was so dizzy that he just wanted to vomit on the ground.

With the middle of the battle formation, Zhao Ning kept fighting along the way, just wanting to open a road that led directly to the top of the main formation of the Northern Hu Army.

At first, the battle went well, especially when the Northern Hu army broke and fled one after another, he pursued and slashed all the way, and it took almost no effort.

But when he approached Shanbao, the main formation of the Beihu army, among the chaotic army in front of him, the soldiers of the Tianyuan army who came to block the attack began to appear, and they went against the trend and fought with Zhao Ning and others.

At the beginning, the number of opponents was small, and Zhao Ning could still move forward slowly, but the further back he went, the more enemies stood in front of him.

He killed one cultivator after another, knocked down one warrior after another, and when he looked up, he still saw the black oppressive human head and the approaching figure, with no end in sight.

The elite cultivators among the enemies blocking the road are also getting stronger and stronger, and when the last few masters of Baifengkou appeared one after another, Wang Rouhua and other masters of the late stage of the Zhao Yuan God Realm were all entangled by them.

As the front, Zhao Ning lost strong reinforcements, and the pressure suddenly increased.

At this point in the fight, the Tian Yuan cultivators who fell under his spear were not a hundred, but eighty. However, his rune armor was also in tatters and riddled with holes, many rune arrays had been destroyed, and the overall defensive performance was less than thirty percent.

Zhao Ning knew that at this moment, the soldiers who could still obey the military orders and gather here from the rout army must be the most courageous group of people in the Tianyuan army.

They have a firm mind, extraordinary combat skills, and most of them are cultivators with good strength.

His battle became more and more difficult, and the consumption of true qi increased dramatically, and later he was hot all over, and the blood all over his body seemed to be burning, and with the gradual increase in wounds, there were stinging pains in countless places, tormenting people who wanted to go crazy.

Being hit hard by the mace, Zhao Ning lost his vision and lost control of his body, even though he knew that this was extremely dangerous, it was likely that he would be completely unable to move when he was awake again, but he couldn't do anything.

Bang, because of the violent collision, Zhao Ning's mind returned to his body, and the first feeling was the pain of drilling his heart, and his lower abdomen seemed to have been chiseled.

He saw the object he had bumped into. An early stage cultivator of the Yuan Shen Realm.

The long knife in the other party's hand was stabbing him in the waist and abdomen, and his face was full of smug and twisted smiles.

Zhao Ning didn't look down at the wound in his lower abdomen, the first time, he raised his head, almost with all his strength, and hit the bridge of the other party's nose with his forehead.

In the scream, Zhao Ning, who consciously closed his eyes and opened them quickly, this time his vision did not fall into darkness for long, he had already lost his spear, pulled out a horizontal knife from his waist, and slashed the opponent's head.

At this time, he still didn't have time to look at the wound on his abdomen, but he vaguely felt that it was not a big problem, after all, it was protected by ten thousand silk armors.

With a sweeping step to flash the slashing knife, and then stand firm, the horizontal knife in Zhao Ning's hand cut off the arm of a cultivator.

Before he could launch another sweeping step, suddenly, his body seemed to be hit by a bull and moved several steps sideways.

There were too many Tian Yuan cultivators around, as the head of the battle array, and they still wanted to attack forward, Zhao Ning was being surrounded and beaten almost at any time, and the guards beside him also had to face strong enemies, and there were many times when they couldn't respond to him.

When he was forced to move sideways, the long knives and battle axes that slashed him slashed him several times in the middle!

Suddenly, he felt that his body was almost chopped apart, his internal organs churned, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his mouth, even if he clenched his teeth, blood overflowed from between his teeth.

The most serious thing is that the calf was swept by something, like a spear, and the throbbing pain made him almost think that his feet were gone, and his already unstable body fell directly because of this blow!

The moment his back fell to the ground, the sword light and axe shadows in front of him slashed one after another.

It's too fast, he doesn't have time to dodge!

In the dazzling light of the Fu soldiers, the world in front of him overlapped with reality and virtuality, and he seemed to have returned to his previous life, in the wartime capital filled with beacon fire.

It was also because he was cut to the ground by the Tianyuan powerhouse, and he fell in a pool of blood full of severed limbs, at that time he was also so desperate and unwilling, and at the same time extremely powerless.

Unable to defeat the enemy in front of him, unable to determine the outcome of the war, he was beheaded in grief and anger.

In the last whirling field of vision, it was Zhao Yujie who was flying with her clothes and hair on the city tower, and was heroic and happy to drink with Xiao Yan;

It was Zhao Qiyue, who wielded the big and surprisingly large giant axe, from the crowd of Tianyuan warriors, anxiously struggling to kill his position, but was unexpectedly pierced through the heart by the Tianyuan powerhouse behind him, and his body and eyes froze at the same time;

It was the countless Zhao clansmen who fell beside him;

It was the headless corpse of his own neck spurting blood;

It was a group of Tianyuan soldiers who were laughing wildly to celebrate their victory, and it was the countless people of Daqi who were chased and killed by them, holding their children, and being cut down on the way to escape.

Zhao Ning's heart ached like a twist, like being pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

Reborn this time, I thought I could reverse my fate and protect the countless clansmen I owed;

When he returned to the battlefield this time, he thought that he could change the overall situation of the national war, lead the Yanmen army to defeat the strong enemy, and save the country;

Charging into battle with the elite of the Zhao clan again, I thought that in a good situation, I would be able to break through the last stubborn resistance of the Tianyuan Army and win the victory in the fleeting battle.......

In the end, is it still a failure?

In the end, did you still die in the chaos?

In the end, has nothing changed?

In the end, is it meaningless to be reborn in this life?

Staring at the Fu soldiers who were about to fall on him, the corners of Zhao Ning's eyes cracked again, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his face. He is not reconciled, he does not accept!

But what can he do?

At the last moment, the things in front of him flickered, and the swords and axes disappeared from view, and the dazzling rune light was replaced by two overturned figures, replaced by a figure that knocked the two cultivators on their sides.

Under the bright crescent moon and the distant galaxy, it was a vigorous figure, the same lacune, the same torn armor, the same blood-stained robes, and the same green silk scattered.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything stood still.

Only then did Zhao Ning realize that there was a bright moon tonight.

His eyes suddenly froze, his chaotic mind instantly returned to clarity, the battle intent in his chest was like a volcano, he jumped up from the ground, and the horizontal knife in his hand flashed quickly!

The Dao Dao sword light sank into the chests of several Tianyuan cultivators, unleashing pieces of blood and sending them flying out one by one.

When he looked at Yang Jiani again, the other party had already fallen into the pile of dead people along with the Beihu cultivator who had been knocked over by her.

The two Beihu cultivators lost their breath, and her face was as white as paper, and her breath was weak. Obviously, at the moment of Fang Cai, before and after falling to the ground, there was a short but tragic fight between the two sides.

Several Yanmen Army cultivators who looked like they were crazy rushed forward from their sides, either throwing the Beihu cultivators to the ground, or rushing left and killing, wielding their swords in the bloody wind and rain.

Zhao Ning took the Mo knife in Yang Jiani's hand, handed her over to the Zhao cultivator behind, turned around, and rushed to the front of the line again.

There was still a crowd of people in front of me.

He swung his Mo knife and killed it!

It seems to be an illusion, the blood spilled on the face, every strand is extremely hot, it seems that it has been injured to the point of numbness, so the opponent's Fu soldiers are slashed on the body, and it is not as painful as before.

From head to crotch, Mo Dao split a Tianyuan cultivator in half, and in the scattered viscera, Zhao Ning raised his head. The crowded main array mountain bag is just a hundred steps ahead.

Kill!

On the main array mountain bag, there is his fourth uncle Zhao Xun, his fifth uncle Zhao Lie, and many Zhao clansmen.

He must open a passage for the Yanmen army to connect Shanbao, so that a steady stream of Yanmen army officers and soldiers can defeat the stubborn resistance of the Tianyuan army besieging Shanbao and save relatives and friends there.

Burst!

A talisman shot through his left shoulder, but his feet took root, and his body was only slightly stunned. The Mo knife swept, and the two Tian Yuan cultivators who rushed in front of him were cut in two by him and flew out upside down.

Advance!

Seventy steps from the foot of the mountain!

You must arrive as soon as possible, before the cultivators above the 1,000 Imperial Qi Realm are dead and wounded!

That is the comrade's brotherhood, the dawn of the victory of the army, and the guarantee for the final victory in this battle! Only by arriving in time can we win this battle and prevent the Tianyuan army from holding its footing.

"Kill!"

Several Tian Yuan cultivators roared and pounced, and the mid-stage powerhouse of the Yuan Shen Realm in the middle took the spear in his hand directly to Zhao Ning's chest.

Zhao Ning didn't dodge or dodge, just slashed the Mo knife!

The spear stabbed in the chest, and the Mo knife split the opponent in half, and the Yanmen Army cultivators who rushed up left and right collided with the Tian Yuan cultivators in mid-air.

Look up again, fifty steps.

There is still a flashing and eye-catching talisman light on the mountain bag, the clansmen are still fighting, they are still holding their ground!

Forward, and forward, splitting the queue in front of you, kicking the enemy in front of you! Skimming through the hugs of several cultivators, Mo Dao slashed at the enemies that leaped in front of him, and stepped on their corpses to advance.

Thirty steps.

There were already four arrows stuck in his body, the wounds were bleeding continuously, and there were many hideous arms with bloody flesh rolling, and his movements seemed to be slow.

The true qi has bottomed out, the meridians are hard and painful, and the feet are like a block of lead.

With every breath, my throat hurts as if it is about to crack, and my heart seems to be about to explode.

Poof!

Mo Dao split the spear in front of him and cut off the long knife in front of his leg, but there was still a blade of the sword that swept over the outside of his thigh. Blood beads continued to gather in his eyes, his vision was scarlet like a sea of blood, the figure became blurred, and his legs became heavier.

Forward, gritted teeth forward!

Fast, faster, harder to the last of your strength!

There are not so many true air streamers in the mountain bag, and they must be killed quickly!

Fast, we can save Zhao Xun and the others! Fast, we can not let all our siblings die! Fast, we can win this battle!

Fast, so that the capital will not be breached! Fast, so that Zhao Qiyue will not be pierced by a sword! Fast, so that more people can survive!

Fast, so that Zhao Xuanji will not die of grief! Fast, so that Zhao Beiwang Wang Rouhua will not die at the border pass! Fast, so that Zhao Xuanji will not die in a pool of blood!

Hurry up to stop Zhao Yujie from drinking and having fun in the city!

Fast, in order to turn the tide and help the building to fall! Fast, in order to make the reliving this time meaningful! Quickly, in order to change all these tragedies! Quickly, in order to fulfill their wishes!

was knocked over by several cultivators holding large shields, blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and at the moment when his body lost control, the air-skimming step was launched again!

Hurry up, hurry up!

Kill it!

Mo knife swept, Mo knife slashed, Mo knife slashed pieces of big shields, Mo knife knocked away a body, Mo knife split one practitioner after another, Mo knife killed a straight blood path, Mo knife let there be no enemy standing in front of him!

Whoever stands in my way will die!

With a roar, his eyes were scarlet like a ghost, and Zhao Ning, who was covered in blood like a demon, jumped up.

......

Zhao Xun, whose face was blue and his teeth were crushed, also had blood and tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, his heart was like a sea, his hatred was monstrous, and his killing intent towards Bara was so thick that he couldn't speak.

But at the same time, a heavy boulder in his heart had fallen again, and it turned out that the thing that made Zhao ashamed back then was not all his fault, but the trap set by the other party against Zhao.

Although he was young and frivolous, he was essentially hurting for the Zhao family, and he didn't feel sorry for the Zhao family for what happened back then! Even if he was wrong, the pain of these years has offset the sins.

Even if he died, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But Bara must die, and the Tian Yuan clan must die!

Zhao Xun burst out with a majestic battle intent that had never been seen in his life, and with supreme will and determination, he urged his body, which was already seriously injured and unable to move, and bounced off the ground violently!

With a level he had never reached, he instantly approached Bala, pulled out the spare horizontal knife on his waist, and stabbed Bala who raised the knife fiercely!

Poof, the tip of the knife stabbed into Barra's chest.

Barra's eyes widened, and the haughty sarcasm on his face faded for a moment, replaced by intense shock.

He didn't expect that Zhao Xun would be able to fight back in this situation.

But after all, he was in the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, although he was inserted into his chest by Zhao Xun's horizontal knife, but the other party's strength was not much left, and the tip of the knife did not penetrate the flesh after passing through the true qi of the body, and did not pierce the heart.

This is not fatal.

And the long knife in Bala's hand still slashed steadily, vowing to split Zhao Xun's head in half!

His blade landed on Zhao Xun's forehead.

A line of blood spread out of Zhao Xun's forehead.

But the long knife stopped abruptly, did not go further, and cut off Zhao Xun's head.

Because a little blue star has flown out of Barra's throat!

Bala's expression froze instantly, his body first stiffened, and then slowly knelt down in front of Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun, who was standing, had doubts on his face, and then all of them turned into surprise and pleasure.

He watched as Barra flipped limply to the ground.

When he was dying, Barra's eyes were filled with surprise, incomprehension, and fear.

Seeing the enemy die, Zhao Xun showed a heartfelt smile of relief.

He took two steps back, and with the last bit of strength, he grabbed the broken Tianyuan Army General's flagpole, which barely fell.

The blood spilling from his forehead stained his face red, and the blood from the corners of his mouth gushed out in large streams, and he looked forward with difficulty.

In the hazy scarlet vision, the Tian Yuan cultivators in front of them, who should have been overwhelming, had already been killed by a rush of sharp soldiers dressed in the armor of the Yanmen Army.

The young general, who had just jumped up and drawn his bow and had just landed at the moment, his armor was covered with blood, marks of swords and axes, and some scraps of flesh were sticking to it.

The moment he saw Zhao Ning, Zhao Xun knew that his task was complete.

He not only led the crowd to successfully capture the flag, but also held on until the opponent led the crowd to kill and completely occupied this position.

Although he couldn't see the battlefield scene in front of the mountain, Zhao Xun knew that the Beihu army had been defeated and the Yanmen army had won.

He had no strength, but the corners of his mouth moved, outlining a smile of relief and pride.

Thinking of him Zhao Xun, he was also a young genius in the past, and his cultivation talent was unparalleled for a while, and he had seen the scenery at the top of the peaks in this world.

At that time, he was proud and conceited, and he had no children left, and then the grassland was frustrated and fell from the clouds to the abyss, because he could not accept his strong self, he could only be mediocre for a lifetime, and he collapsed for more than ten years.

I borrowed wine to drown my sorrows every day, wanting to forget the pain in my heart, but in the end, I found that the water flowed more when I drew a knife and cut off the water, and I used wine to drown my sorrows.

In these dark and lightless years, he finally realized that people with great ambitions waste their years, so that they become waste that they even look down on themselves, which is the most heart-wrenching pain in this world.

Now that he has regained his strength, he came to the border pass to participate in this battle, and he was fortunate enough to lead a thousand cultivators above the Imperial Qi Realm, under Zhao Ning's arrangement, to suddenly kill at the most difficult and critical time of the battle.

They descended from heaven like divine soldiers, seized the battle and cut the flag, helped the army break through the predicament, and finally cooperated with Zhao Ning's single-handed battle formation, completely defeated the Northern Hu army, and won the victory.

This merit is enough to prove his worth to the Zhao family, so that his relatives and friends who really care about him will not be disappointed, and it is also enough to give himself an explanation, so that when he is dying, he will not continue to look down on himself.

What's more, he finally killed Bala, the direct murderer who made his life bleak.

Although there are many regrets in this life, at the last moment of life, there is nothing that cannot be let go.

"Fourth uncle, you ...... How is it?" Zhao Ning, who was exhausted, supported the crumbling Zhao Xun, he found that the other party's vitality was close to exhaustion, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, "Fourth uncle, you ......."

Zhao Xun shook his head gently, his movements were imperceptible, signaling that Zhao Ning didn't need to say much, and glanced at the battlefield full of real qi and wreckage, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker.

Using the last trace of strength, he handed the Tianyuan Army General Flag in his hand to Zhao Ning, who was covered in bruises, and then restrained his smile, looked solemn, and said word by word: "I, the son of the Zhao family, am not a waste, but a ...... A warrior ......"

With the last indistinct syllable, Zhao Xun's hand holding the flagpole drooped down, his head lowered to his chest, and his body stiffened.

At this moment, he still refused to fall.

Zhao's heart burned like a fire, and tears poured out. He clenched the flagpole, turned to face the battlefield, and under the attention of the soldiers of the Yanmen Army, who had killed the cultivators of the Tianyuan Army, he raised the flag in his hand, and roared hoarsely, announcing to the entire battlefield:

"Flag Grabber, Zhao Gongzi Xun!"