CHAPTER XXXVI

Each soldier of the demon clan will have his own numbered plate when he goes out to fight, ushering in the reorganization team. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is distributed in different colors according to the position, which are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, which are almost invisible in war, they are the top, and they command the battle at the rear.

And these brands are also the basis for the emperor of the Han Dynasty to announce that the young dragon list should be on the front line, and the ranking is calculated by the number of demons killed. Military merit is judged by the number and color of these numbered plates.

But now it seems that those first-line towns that can be used for the test are either broken or surrounded by demons, and the form is very unoptimistic, and the inside of the Han Dynasty doesn't know what happened.

It turned out that the main team, the Chiyan Army, had not yet supported.

The Red Yan Army is the most powerful legion of the Han Dynasty for many years, they use the best resources, have the best equipment, and collect the best quality soldiers, they are the legend of the dynasty, and it is also the place where every young man wants to enter when he breaks his head.

But now, when they are needed most, there is no news at all.

Everyone was looking forward to hearing the news of the Red Flame Army's attack.

However, all they heard was that the small kingdoms on the periphery were constantly being occupied by demons.

If it weren't for the fact that some towns were still struggling to support themselves, the current form would be even worse.

The young dragon list or something, in such a situation, it doesn't seem so important.

But it's not that important, it's just relatively speaking, everyone has their own calculations in their hearts.

The contenders for the Young Dragon List cannot be more than twenty-five years old, and people who have nothing to do with the Young Dragon List do not pay attention to it.

But those who are qualified to compete are very concerned, on the young dragon list, they will be valued by the dynasty, and being valued means that the future is infinitely bright, there are countless cultivation resources available, and in this era of chaos, the dynasty will be cultivated with all its might.

Therefore, countless young people, the children of the sect flock to it, the Hehuan Sect is very close to Changping, Changping is the first line, and the children of the Hehuan Sect have to rush to Changping if they want to fight.

The Hehuan Sect is only the main sect in the small country of Baiyu Country, but in the eyes of the entire dynasty, they are just a sect that does not enter the stream, and they are not even small shrimp.

There is only one Xuan King in the entire Hehuan Sect.

After discussion, the Hehuan Sect decided that the three elders would take a group of young disciples to follow the troops supported by the White Feather Kingdom to Changping.

At this time, nearly a thousand miles away from Changping City, 20,000 soldiers of the White Feather Country and a group of monks from the White Feather Country pulled out a long dragon and rushed to Changping day and night.

In the sky not far from them, a horse-faced boy sat on top of a large eagle and swept by.

Changping City at this time.

The three city walls were violently attacked by the demons, and the five hundred soldiers from all walks of life were somewhat unable to parry, and countless city citizens climbed the city walls in the flames of war, raising the weapons that did not look like weapons in their hands, and defended them with their lives, blood spilled on the city, and then washed away by the heavy rain.

With 8,000 to 30,000, the disparity in strength makes the huge project of defending the city as difficult as ascending to the sky.

Those demons are like wolves and tigers, constantly attacking upwards, there are full 3,000 troops on both sides, only the rear gate is only 2,000 troops attacking the city, probably because they think that the rear will not be so difficult to attack.

The battle was still going on, and on the stormy walls, no one spoke, only shouts and roars, only the sound of blood splattering and swords clashing, and people constantly spurting blood and falling off the walls.

The wind and rain are howling, countless human races and demons are entangled together, dense, almost people next to people, there is not much space in the middle for them to toss and move, just close to their lives, you stab me, I will stab you back, you can't talk about hiding or not dodging, only insisting on not falling.

Puff out your cheeks, twist your face, and tense your muscles.

Roaring and raising their swords, they slashed down with all their might again and again, all the Terran soldiers were exhausted at this time, and the demons were as endless as the tide, but their bodies seemed to have no feelings, and they were still exhausting every bit of strength in this body, just like draining every drop of water in a pond, and then evaporating from the mud, until all the strength was exhausted, and there was still the will to persevere.

The rain lapped on the face with the wind.

The great banner hanging high above the city hunted in the wind and rain.

It's been the middle of the night.

Bai Qi was exhausted at this time, his face was bloodless, the rain was left down his dark hair, reaching a deep wound on his forehead that was visible to the bone, and the blood flowing there flowed through the dark and bright but still indifferent and unwavering eyes, and he lowered one arm, because of exhaustion, he was slashed with a lot of knives on his body, and there were countless criss-crossing cuts on his clothes, and there was blood in the mouth, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

He looked at the battle on the city wall, knew that he had no time to rest, every moment of rest, a person left, and the odds of victory were a little less, so he hurriedly took a pill, looked at the sky, watched drops of rain fall from the sky, pursed his lips, and looked at the east again.

Raising his hand to kill a demon who had no arm and wanted to kill him, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward with one arm lowered.

Da Niu was also uncomfortable at this time, besieged by a circle of demons, his arms were getting weaker and weaker, the big axe slowed down a little bit, the red on his body was slowly fading, and his hair was slowly turning into a curl. The demons used their lives one by one to wipe out the anger of the big bull. Let his movements slow down, let his strength leave his body little by little, but he still insisted, he felt that he was about to die, he glanced around, and did not see Bai Qi and Li Yao in the heavy demon clan.

It seems that he is the only one here, and the rest is all foot bathing

There are fewer and fewer Terran soldiers on the city wall, and slowly at a glance, almost most of them are scarlet-eyed demons. Only the side close to the city is still a layer of soldiers holding on, not letting the demons break through and open the city gate.

Defeat and retreat.

Outside the city, several Xuan kings were all covered with wounds, and the general's clothes and armor were already shattered, tattered, cracked in some places, and scorched black in others.

The armor on his chest was cut wide, revealing a blood-drenched heaving chest, and he carried a gun, and blood flowed from his sleeves, mixed with rain, and dripped down his wrist and down the spear to the ground.

One of the three demons had lost his combat power, and he was only swept on the sidelines, and every time the general tried to kill him, he was stopped by the other two.

They grinned grotesquely, scimitars in their hands, and looked at the general with interest, as if they were looking at a dying beast being teased.

Now there are no demons around the few people, and the demons are all piled up near the city wall. The city gate was still not knocked open, and the demons in the city did not break through the defense line forged by the Terran soldiers with their bodies.

They don't understand, the end is already doomed, why are they so persistent and tenacious, so crazy, so hysterical, that makes the demons feel chills.

It's not just that they are fighting for their lives, those people are like they can't die, they go down with a knife, there is no screaming, no wailing, no fear, no even trembling, only a pair of cold eyes, with extremely cold eyes, persistent and even paranoid to stab you back.

At this time of the battle, every demon clan was chilling and frightened, how could they have such a tenacious life? They even saw some people, with dozens of stabs in their bodies, and the knives were fatal, and they fell to the ground, their eyes open, and they still held knives in their hands.

When everyone thought he was dead, he suddenly burst out and slashed in the demon clan, and was finally chopped into pulp by the panicked demons.

They don't understand because they don't have a heart.

Only those who have a heart will burst out with the power that transcends life.