Knowing the change in the battle situation, Su Can was faintly angry.

Unexpectedly, Wu Feng broke through Lin Han's palace troops so quickly and beheaded Lin Han.

Su Can, who was originally slow as a snail, immediately urged the troops with all his might.

He didn't compete with Wu Feng before, because at that time, if he was greedy for merit and ignored the overall situation, it might lead to the collapse of the whole army by him.

But now the time has come to fight for credit.

The soldiers of the troops behind the palace screamed angrily and were squeezed by Wu Feng's troops, and moved towards the east.

Su Can quickly issued an order, and the soldiers quickly dispersed, surrounding this group of Shenxiao soldiers.

Lin Han had already been killed by Wu Feng, and Su Can had to annihilate this group of palace troops as much as possible, compete for battle merits, and show his ability.

But he didn't notice that Wu Feng quickly pulled the troops back, almost giving him this wave of enemy soldiers.

Su Can, who was once again robbed of the limelight by Wu Feng, ordered the whole army to storm it.

But Su Can didn't take one thing into account, that is, although this small army lost its generals, everyone had the intention of dying, and Wu Feng killed the commander Lin Han by disgraceful means, so they completely became mourning soldiers.

Mourning soldiers are often difficult to deal with.

These soldiers, who had lost their main general, had the idea of revenge for Lin Han. At this time, Su Can led the troops to bump into him and became an outlet for their hatred.

The two thousand people led by Su Can were originally tasked with holding back the strong and brave Sanhe Army and responding to Wu Feng's troops, so their defense was good, but their offensive ability was not strong.

Coupled with the fatigue brought about by the protracted fierce battle, now Su Can's all-out attack on these 400 mourning soldiers has hit a nail instead.

Two thousand men fought four hundred, and it was almost one for another.

Su Can tried to persuade him to surrender, but he was ruthlessly rejected and even angrily scolded, and some people even spat and spit on him in front of the battle, expressing contempt.

When Su Can's subordinates showed their cowardice in the face of the enemy who regarded death as home, Su Can had to let go of a gap, let the remaining two hundred people withdraw, and then chased and killed more than 30 people with light horses, barely showing a little evil anger.

In the previous fierce battle against the Three Rivers Army, oppressing Gu Taineng's department, Su Can's casualties totaled dozens of people, but this time he wanted to annihilate the four hundred palace rear troops, and the result was that he killed more than two hundred people, and his own casualties were close to two hundred.

This result was expected by Wu Feng.

Unless the troops of the palace are not strong-willed and may force them to surrender, there is no need to try to annihilate them all.

If you force the trapped beast to fight, you will have to pay a lot of price.

Therefore, Wu Feng just launched a surprise attack and cut off the head of Lin Hanzhi, who presided over the palace, to express that he would not let you withdraw so calmly. As for the soldiers, leave it to Su Can to deal with.

Sure enough, Su Can broke out a mouthful of teeth, and he couldn't say the bitterness.

Su Can was in front of Lin Xiuzhen and Lin Tonggu's brothers, his face was cloudy, but he was not good at attacking, and his appearance looked extremely funny.

Under the response of Gu Taineng's department who went north, Su Mengzhen and Bai Junlang knew that they couldn't do anything, so they had to let go of the gap and let Long Aotian's department withdraw.

At this time, the Three Rivers Army, which had already withdrawn from the battlefield, also returned to the battlefield to respond.

The Shenxiao Three Rivers Coalition Army reorganized its formation.

However, the coalition forces have completely lost the will to continue fighting, and after the fiasco, almost everyone is like an arrow.

Long Aotian wanted to order a counterattack, but he found that the Shentang Army had also regrouped and was ready to fight.

The Shenxiao Army dispatched 10,000 soldiers, and more than 2,000 were killed, and under the one-fifth battle loss, the Shenxiao Army could no longer fight.

Long Aotian said before that he would let the soldiers break through with all their strength and fight for survival. Now the breakthrough has been successful, but the Shentang army is still in a tight position. If Long Aotian had gone back on his word and ordered another attack, the soldiers would not have been willing.

Therefore, Long Aotian could only sigh and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

Because the Three Rivers Army withdrew from the war group in time, there were basically no losses.

As the coalition forces disappeared from the sight of the temple warriors, the sky grew brighter.

This fierce bloody battle of Burning Beanzaka has finally come to an end.

The war is temporarily falling, and the rivers and mountains are lonely.

"Brethren of the Shrine, we have won!"

Su Mengzhen wore a green robe, stood on a high ground, and roared, and for a while the mountains and valleys responded.

With Su Mengzhen's long shout, the soldiers of the Divine Hall cheered like thunder, and some people were directly so excited that they shed tears.

After many years, there is finally such a happy victory. What a joy it must have been to survive such a wonderful battle and watch the enemy withdraw in disarray.

And Su Mengzhen also proved that he is by no means only able to pinch soft persimmons, but a veritable generation of strong masters.

Not only did he face the Sanhe sharp pawn left by Li Qing, but he was able to hit it hard. Even if it is at war with the entire Jingzhou, the Shenxiao Sanhe Coalition Army, which is outnumbered and outnumbered, can beat the enemy all over the field.

In the midst of cheers, the Shentang Army began to clean up the battlefield.

After a night of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the temple were exhausted.

But the joy of victory and the spoils of war scattered all over the ground still filled them with passion.

Almost all of the baggage of the Shenxiao army was left behind, including grain and grass, siege equipment, and armor and weapons. In addition, some possessions can usually be found from the dead.

Su Mengzhen ordered the soldiers not to fight, collected and handed over in an orderly manner, and rewarded them afterwards.

Of course, some of them will definitely be intercepted, and Su Mengzhen may catch a few people with particularly bad behaviors and dispose of them, killing chickens and monkeys, but he will definitely not deal with all of them, so as not to be cold.

Bai Junlang stood quietly in the center of the battlefield, his body straight as a lone pine.

But there was silence on his face, and there was no joy of victory.

The tall, burly man suddenly picked up a bloody corpse.

The corpse had an exact face like his.

"Brother......" Bai Junlang muttered.

This is his shadow warrior, and it is also his companion when he was a teenager, and he grew up with him since he was a child.

In other words, when the other party was found to be almost exactly the same as his appearance, he was selected as Bai Junlang's companion, and he was destined to become a shadow warrior in the future, blocking guns and swords for him.

Although the other party has the cultivation of conquering the heavens, he is also willing to stand behind him as a shadow.

But in Bai Junlang's heart, the other party is by no means a tool, but no different from a brother.

As a generation of heroes, Bai Junlang is naturally also a man of temperament.

His wife died young, had no biological children, and never remarried. As his guard, the Shadow Warrior has been with him all these years, and he has long been a confidant of life and death.

And the confidant of life and death is forever separated from him because of this bloody battle.

The tall and burly man looked around, only to see that under the early sun, the ground was full of abandoned tents and broken flags, trembling with the autumn wind. The corpses were strewn all over the place, and the blood had completely coagulated, but the pungent blood could still be smelled.

When a person dies in battle, everything in life is empty, and it adds up to just a statistical number.

Bai Junlang looked at the corpses all over the ground, and a look of compassion and pathos appeared in his eyes.

"The wind swallows the sunset, and the sound of the waves washes away the old knives and guns. The country is picturesque and helpless, only fighting with heroes. Bai Junlang said with a long hand, staring into the distance, only to see that the distant mountains were clear, and the sky and the earth were sparse.

The wind in the morning was colder than at night, and there was a bleak and indescribable sadness in the bloody battlefield.

He never considered himself a hero.

So he doesn't like the battlefield either.

The eyes of this iron-boned man were faintly shining with tears.

"Uncle. Wu Feng walked over slowly.

Bai Junlang rubbed his eyes with a palm as thick as a fan: "My eyes are in the sand, haha." ”

He paused, but then said abruptly: "Just think of it as an inexplicable sentimentality for people of my age." ”

Wu Feng didn't answer because he didn't know what to say.

He knew that Bai Junlang's sentimentality was not only for the shadow warriors, but also for every Shentang sergeant who had lost the battle, and even the coalition soldiers who were the enemy.

There are also innocent people who have been affected by the war.

My uncle was a true chivalrous man with a natural compassion.

Only in troubled times can chivalry have the soil for survival. But in this troubled era, Bai Junlang, who is a chivalrous man, also turns into a butcher from time to time, killing on the battlefield, and staining his hands with blood.

Troubled times are such a contradictory existence. Betrayal is everywhere in troubled times, but loyalty is also everywhere, people in troubled times are precarious, but they are also the easiest to get ahead......

War and peace are two sides of the gods. Troubled times are incomparably glamorous, but also incomparably hateful.

But now it is clear that it is time to draw an end to a thousand years of trouble. The suffering of the world has reached its limit.

Wu Feng thought of the question that Su Mengzhen had said again.

Discussion about the Demon King.

Master Su Mengzhen is a hero, but if it is said that the world is calm, his wrist is still a little lacking.

And Xue Xiyan's father and his father-in-law Xue Yiren are a generation of heroes, but after so many years of struggle, they can only seize Tianzi Peak and control the four counties of Hanzhong.

Li Xun's grandfather, Li Qing, is also a hero, ruthless and unscrupulous, but he can do both grace and power. Li Qing was once boasted by his retainers that he could calm the world before the age of thirty, but now the tomb has been arched.

If war breaks out in peace, it proves that the world is sick and needs to be destroyed to save it. But if the troubled times continue for too long, it proves that the world has fallen into a deeper pathology, where sin runs rampant for a long time, chaos pervades the entire world, and yet it can form a delicate balance with the power of recovery, so that the catastrophe continues, and the sea is endless.

Heroes and heroes are both products of troubled times, they rely on the troubled times to exist, and act in accordance with the rules of troubled times. Therefore, although they all want to pacify the world, they lack the strength to crush the old order.

Without destruction, there is often no new life.

So, if you want to end the troubled times, do you really need the Demon King to come, first the chaos and then the treatment, stimulate it with fierce medicine, and use the most ferocious turmoil to draw an end to the troubled times?

Wu Feng looked at the blood-stained battlefield, the blood-stained picturesque rivers and mountains, groaned in the wind, and then let out a long sigh.