Outside the city wall of the De'an settlement, not far away, the Yunfeng Zhao clan's warrior camp was filled with gunsmoke, full of desolation, and the cold and destructive aura was filled with it, where was there still the crowd of people and the color of the lights last night?

Most of the corpses everywhere have been stiffened for a long time, only what remains is more severed limbs and remnants silently telling the ruthlessness and tragedy of this war, the corpses of Yunfeng Zhao warriors are mixed with a little De'an people, the smell of blood is coming to the nose, the dark reddish-brown blood water is solidified and stayed, and it is dried and stranded on the sand in the bare sand of the Western Regions of the Sand Ridge, and it is abandoned at will, as if it has been ignored and forgotten by the world.

Indeed, if the way of heaven is like this, they will eventually become an insignificant piece of sand in the vast sand, and who can guess the faint providence and explore the beauty and desolation of the world?

The cruelty of war is undoubtedly revealed, and no matter how much human evolution and tendency to perfection is, it will eventually be dominated by this sad game played by providence and fate.

The winner is king, and that is also a kind of wordless loneliness under a miserable victory.

The loser is a coward, and it is no longer an alternative relief and rebirth.

Since ancient times, how many loyal generals have gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and they have lived more to protect their families and protect the country;

It is said to be sad and angry, even if you can go to heaven and earth, and have the power of ghosts, Buddhas and immortals, you can't escape this red dust, the dog and the white clouds, and this life is in vain.

The defense system of the diamond steel splicing that was originally impregnable by the Yunfeng Zhao clan is now in tatters, and the cold corpses scattered all over the sand around are scattered all over the ground, and there are more of those vassal subordinates of the Yunfeng Zhao clan who want to fantasize about chasing merit and profit in the process.

People die for money, birds die for food, and they are always the most real ugliness.

Under the blood-colored red sun at noon, the entire battlefield seemed to be a piece of paper soaked in blood, revealing a broken and desolate touch everywhere in the weakness, and carrying the ruthless smell of gunpowder smoke left over from the war in the cold.

The patriarch Deyu, who was already wearing the battle armor, was still dripping with the blood stains of the battle just now, and behind the skirt of the battle armor soaked by the blood, a terrifying stab wound was still bubbling with dark blood.

The ground had been infected with a large area of dark red sand, and within a few steps, there were dead and cold mutilated corpses, broken guns and cannons, all kinds of things alternated vertically and horizontally, and the four directions had become a place of white bones, which was really a terrible sight.

Fortunately, Deyu survived in the end, but his current physical condition is not optimistic.

Originally, among the dozens of De'an guards around him, only the poor three people who could still stand beside the patriarch Deyu were left, all of them were seriously injured, one of them was lying on his back on the filthy sand, and he was dying, and the other two looked at the patriarch Deyu with unbearable faces.

Life and death, in the end, no one can do the Lord.

Dewoo sighed softly, trying to suppress the pain coming from the wound, so as to divert his attention, and asked the guard who was still able to stand next to him, "Is there any news of the Great Sacrifice, why hasn't anyone come to support until now?"

The guard's eyes were gloomy, he tried his best to maintain his original posture, and replied softly, "Patriarch, since we entered here, the entire heart and brain communication system has collapsed, it should be the Yunfeng Zhao clan that has implemented protective measures, and the heart and brain of the Great Sacrifice have not been able to contact, I think it should have encountered such a problem as us." ”

Deyu's brows furrowed slightly, and his expression was indescribably anxious.

When the few of them were scattered and talking about the situation, Deyu suddenly took a deep look at the most injured guard and muttered, "I have a heart." ”

The remaining two guards shook their shoulders slightly, and the air on the sand grew cold.

Deyu's gaze seemed to penetrate this barren sandy land, and perhaps, in his world, another bright star fell into the sky and landed as Ai.

His most affectionate and beloved son, De Chengxiang, stopped breathing forever.

It turns out that there is still a bitter taste in the world.

Deok Woo straightened his back again, he looked back at the blurred outline of the De'an city wall in the distance, and silently walked back with the two remaining guards and a cold corpse.

At first, in the morning, the big sacrifice Deyong led the army out of the city gate to prepare for the plan to take the initiative to attack the Zhao soldiers of Yunfeng, and the original actions were carried out in an orderly manner according to the plan, until the bad news of being encircled and suppressed suddenly came from the front line, Deyu contacted the soldiers of the De'an tribe who were still holding on to the defense around him, and set off from the gate of De'an City in two ways, and entered the already chaotic Yunfeng Zhao settlement with sharp knives on both sides.

In the process of encirclement, the front was carried out very smoothly, after all, the long-trained De'an warriors were born to be good at fighting and marching, and they firmly gained the upper hand in the early suppression and breakthrough, even if they really encountered the resistance of a small number of Yunfeng Zhao vassals, they also defeated and dispersed the other party in an extremely short period of time.

All the victories seem to be moving closer to the side of the De'an tribe, and the hope of victory has encouraged more and more De'an soldiers, and the intensity of the charge is getting deeper and deeper, and the sudden mental and cerebral system disorder collapses, so that the situation at this time is beyond the command and control of the patriarch Deyu.

When I looked back again, the road that rushed in when I came had been surrounded and defended by more Yunfeng Zhao clan warriors, and many small groups of De'an warriors were chased and intercepted by Yunfeng Zhao's encirclement, and the momentum of grinding disc was constantly consumed by the De'an warriors who were still in the Yunfeng Zhao clan's settlement.

The breath of conspiracy jumped in the heart of the patriarch Deyu, and the series of mental and mental messages issued were invisibly tracked and cracked, and then there were more true and false chaotic strategic command orders.

Deyu's heart sank to the bottom, it seems that the strategic plan of the Yunfeng Zhao clan has succeeded, and they have successfully trapped many powerful elders of De'an, thinking that the De'an clan will experience even greater damage in the future.

There was still the smell of blood around him, and Deyu's consciousness gradually blurred, and no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he couldn't exchange it for those De'an warriors who died in this war.

In the distance, inside and outside the city wall of De'an, many places of burning and explosion are still bubbling with strong flames, and the defensive gate of the city wall that De'an has always been tall and safe has been completely broken down, and the distance is a little far, but as a qualified De'an warrior, he can still hear the roar of explosions that continue to come out of the entire De'an city.

All kinds of chaotic voices are mixed in, and De'an City has really encountered a catastrophe this time.

In this era when technology and force value are parallel to each other, when outstanding force meets backward technology products, the powerful destructive power is enough to destroy ridiculous technology products in a few moments, which is why this era is so popular for cultivating.

Its own strength is the truth of the whole world, which is why Zhao Zikang was able to break through De'an City in a short period of time under the personal guards led by him.

Maybe Zhao Zikang's personal combat ability is not too strong, but what is terrifying is that he has something that most ordinary De'an people cannot have in a lifetime - the generational inheritance of cultivation methods in the gate valve family, sufficient cultivation resources, and the most terrifying predator cultivated by the family heart.

With these, you will be able to survive in this world, and you will survive better and better.

There is never absolute fairness.

The smell of gunpowder smoke became stronger and more pungent.

The closer you get to the city wall of De'an, the more you can feel the dignified iron-blooded breath. The corpses of the broken De'an warriors and the corpses of the Zhao warriors of Yunfeng were superimposed in a disorderly manner, and not far away, in the deep pit on the edge of the city wall gate that had been heavily bombarded by artillery fire for several rounds, only the fragments of the corpses could be vaguely seen, which was simply taking the corpses of the De'an warriors one after another to fall out of the flesh and blood city wall.

These De'an warriors, who have only left dust, are ambitious, defend their homeland, and will not give up to the death.

Deyu stared blankly at the De'an City, which had been captured by most of it, and muttered to himself, "It's really a terrible wolf ambition, we can hide and endure for so long, and we don't lose unjustly." ”

Yes, all the intrigues and tricks revealed the cruelty that it originally hidden, and the many vassals recruited and assembled by Zhao Zikang in the name of the Yunfeng Zhao clan were now lying quietly on the cold sand outside the De'an city wall, and the scorching sun at noon was basking the corpses of these vassals who had been ruthlessly abandoned by the Yunfeng Zhao clan for various interests.

And Zhao Zikang, with his own strength, was able to gather so many vassals in such a short period of time, so that they were willing to be used as cannon fodder at the front end of the charge, and the various means and operational layouts in it could not but be admired.

Later, with the Yunfeng Zhao warriors as a whole, they broke through the layers of the city wall of the entire De'an tribe and successfully broke through into the De'an city.

It's no wonder that De'an patriarch Deyu would say such words, since ancient times, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain.

The descendants of Yunfeng Zhao's generation are really known for their ruthlessness and scheming.

War is never a benevolent weight, it is ultimately played by the victors.

One after another, a small number of De'an warriors came out of the collapsed city wall, and Deyu's face, which was still struggling, regained a faint brilliance, and the rest of the many De'an warriors gathered from all directions faster.

"It seems that the bet was won. Deyu muttered softly, he regained his iron-blooded color that had been baptized by war for a long time, and the many De'an warriors and generals gathered around him recounted the development of the war in an orderly manner.

In the distance, a large blur of figures rushed over, a little closer, and they could vaguely distinguish that they were all De'an soldiers who went out to participate in the battle in the morning, the most striking of which was the heavily armed old man who was the leader, the dragon and tiger's iron and blood qi was extremely violent, and his body was covered with scarlet blood, and he didn't know how many enemies the Great Sacrifice Deyong had killed after this battle, and he would have so many strong evil qi.

It's just that this war came and ended quickly, and many of the proud soldiers who had set off in the morning were already three out of ten when they returned, and the atmosphere of tragedy and sorrow deeply surrounded this brave division.

The remaining many De'an warriors who were still able to move gathered urgently, and the patriarch Deyu looked intently at these De'an warriors who had experienced the baptism of this war, and without saying a word, he led them closer to the direction of the great sacrifice Deyong.

When they got closer, everyone realized the tragedy and ruthlessness of this war. Only fragments of the broken armor remained on the left hand of the Great Sacrifice Deyong, and the entire left hand was gone, and the exposed broken bones and stumps could still be seen. Originally, he was still in good spirits, but now the whole person seems to have aged for decades all of a sudden, and under the old dragon bell, he is tightly supported by the two guards around him. When looking at the other returning De'an warriors, they can only easily distinguish the slightly familiar De'an warriors, and the rest are some surviving De'an fighters with raw faces.

This sudden war, with the strength of the De'an ethnic group, ended so tragically, with many casualties, no one expected.

It's providential.

Heaven doesn't want people to be safe, how to solve it?