Ling Xiao looked at the expressions on the faces of these people, and some hesitation passed through his heart, everything must have a corresponding cause for him, and the expressions on the faces of these people must have corresponding things to compare, so that it will be like this.

If he felt sad because his comrades might not be able to come back to the battlefield and made such an expression, Ling Xiao would not believe it, these red-clothed Praetorian Guards were well-trained, and at first glance they were good men rolling out of knives and fire, and they would not feel sad for this reason at all.

And in this current battle, these red-clothed guards have the upper hand, what is there to cry about.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's heart suddenly understood something, and removed the word "maybe" from his previous thoughts, and some things became somewhat clear.

They are not lamenting that these people may not be able to return, but because these people will not be able to come back.

Ling Xiao let out a sigh of relief, feeling chilled by this idea in his heart, the number of Praetorian Guards outside this city was at least a thousand, which was almost the limit of the number of red-clothed Praetorian Guards that a Dao City could equip, and in the battle of Shanyang City that day, the number of red-clothed Praetorian Guards was only three or four hundred.

If these 1,000 people can't come back, how will the next battle last? This is the last backing of a city.

He knew the importance of the defenders to a city, and if the city did not have the presence of the defenders, its strength would be greatly reduced, let alone a big city like Red Rock City.

Even if you want to drag these fierce beasts to hell, you can't make these defenders die together, and there are many tactics that can be used.

Ling Xiao hurriedly suppressed this idea of his own, this idea is really difficult for people to accept, the matter is not over yet, and let's see what will happen next.

Ling Xiao froze and continued to look towards the battlefield.

In the distance of the battlefield, on top of a mountain cliff, Fang Hua stood on the cliff, his hands back, looking at the battle below, red and gray, dark yellow various colors were already intertwined together, there were all kinds of blood on the ground, the blood flowing out of the red-crowned snake was green, the blood of the white bear in the extreme north was blue, and the blood of the fire salamander was the color of inky black, these various kinds of blood were intertwined with each other, and mixed on the ground into a color that made people feel cold.

Standing on the top of the cliff and looking down, these various colors were intertwined with each other, like a Shura painting, Fang Hua chuckled lightly and said: "These guys in red clothes can be regarded as durable, when there is no protective shield, they can still firmly block this group of fierce beasts from the third layer of protective shield, they are really admirable opponents." ”

Zhao He crossed his hands and put them in his cuffs, he had already changed into a dark blue robe, his long hair had been tied with a belt and draped behind his head, and there was a pampered expression on his face.

It is an elegant demeanor.

Zhao He opened his mouth and said: "This red-clothed army is already all their troops, and the beat of the war drums in this formation is a death order, after the drums sound, unless the sound of retreat sounds, this group of red-clothed guards will not retreat, even if they turn around and are at the city gate." ”

Fang Hua chuckled lightly and said, "Heh, in this way, this gang can be regarded as a respectable opponent, a thousand Praetorian Guards, hum!" Fang Hua glanced down with disdain, and said coldly: "I want to see how long these guys can last." ”

A smile slightly bloomed at the corner of Zhao He's mouth, and he said, "If everything is correct, it should be dawn." ”

Half of the night had passed, and Ling Xiao could hear the sound of the beating of the city guards in the city gate, and the sound of future battles on the battlefield, these two sounds were intertwined, on the one hand, reminding what time it was, and on the other hand, letting Ling Xiao hear the sound of blood and fire coming from the Shura field.

Ling Xiao let out a sigh, and the feeling in his heart became more and more real.

The battle has reached the second half of the night, and the Red Guards have turned from the initial situation of slaughter to a somewhat suppressed and anxious scene.

One fifth of the red-clothed guards had already died in battle, and the ways in which these red-clothed guards died were very different.

There is no other reason, no matter how strong the red-clothed guards are, they are only human after all, and after fighting for most of the night, the hand holding the gun will also have a time to shake, the fist that swings out will also have a time of soreness, and the blade of the cut out will always have a dull time.

And those fierce beasts, tens of thousands, one body died, and soon there will be more physical strength, the same grade or even stronger fierce beasts to make up for it, and the cycle continues, and the war has changed from the killing of the red-clothed guards at the beginning to a relatively slow speed, so that the red-clothed guards have been eaten away.

Fang Tianhe struggled to pull the meteor hammer in his hand out of the head of a fire wolf in front of him who had shattered his braincase, and subconsciously turned sideways, avoiding the long hand claw attack of a ghost gibbon behind him, and then threw his meteor hammer out of his own way, the chain was infused with his spiritual power, and along with the inertial movement, a twist directly wrapped the ghost gibbon's neck, kicked out and kicked on the back of the ghost gibbon, and in the crunching sound, the ghost gibbon's spine was directly pulled into dislocation.

With another hammer, he sent the beast to the western heavens.

Fighting with these beasts, the most important thing is to use skill, to fight with them with the ingenuity of the body, these fierce beasts are stronger than people in the wild brute strength, and their own or spit water, or spit fire The ability to resist is bound to suffer, and it will not take two or three heads to consume their physical strength.

Therefore, for a person like him who has been fighting with fierce beasts all year round, honing this kind of skill has become the most important thing, Fang Tianhe has always been quite confident in his own skill, his skills in this regard have always been much stronger than others, in battle, he can use the least amount of strength to defeat the attacking beasts.

But even so, he felt a little exhausted, and he had been fighting for half a night, and his meteor hammer had been soaked in blood, turning into an uncomfortable color.

There have been more than one miserable shouts of their companions before they died, they are tough guys, they are not greedy for life and afraid of death, but at the moment of death, few people can maintain their composure.

"When is this war going to be fought, why hasn't the sound of the evacuation battle sounded yet, is it because you have been killing for too long, and your ears are rusty?" Fang Tianhe thought of it, reflexively dodging a wind blade in front of him, and sent the meteor hammer in his hand into the belly of the fierce beast in front of him.

Above the city gate, the tears in the eyes of the bearded man were about to overflow, and at the same time as the sound of the fight came, the shouts of his companions before their dying also penetrated into his ears, and he saw with his own eyes a soldier with a severed thigh lying on the ground and howling, but there were fierce beasts all around, no one could rescue him, everyone was fighting, and one was distracted, and what was given away was his own life.

The soldier with the broken leg was eaten alive by three northern snow wolves a few minutes later.

Lu Ming knew this soldier, he had drunk with him, he was not married, he had secretly told his boss after drinking that he had a crush on the only daughter of the lord of the city.

For a moment, Lu Ming wished that he would fight on the battlefield until the last drop of blood was shed, but he didn't, he just stood on top of the wall, watching his soldiers fill in with their lives one by one.

One of the Praetorian Guards on the side also had the same face, he glanced at the name of the road, and said softly: "Adjutant General, let's go into the inner city, this time...... We ......"

Lu Ming knew that he had lost his temper, reached out and wiped his eyes, calmed down, and said in a cold voice: "When my own warriors die, seeing them is their best funeral, I will engrave their deaths in my eyes, and then in the future, this is the anger that gives me strength when I take revenge on those bastards like the Kun forces!"

Ling Xiao also heard this conversation in his ears in detail, it seemed that he really guessed correctly, this group of soldiers was going to fold all here, and there was no possibility of them coming back.

Ling Xiao turned his head to look, just looking back at the conversation of the bearded man, on that battlefield, thirteen red-clothed guards had already been killed, the original number of thousands, now there were only more than six hundred people left, and at an increasing speed, it was decreasing.

This is a whole thousand red-clothed guards, is this city lord crazy, these elites died in battle, how to deal with the war after that?

He couldn't figure out the reason for this, so he could only turn around and look at the battlefield that was still fighting.

An hour passed.

Fang Tianhe already felt that his right arm was almost painless, he was slapped by a wild grizzly bear just now, almost breaking his hand bones, and at the same time he killed the grizzly bear, he also found that his right arm was no longer painful, and he could only maintain his original strength to swing the meteor hammer in his hand.

His strength and physical strength have been reduced to a certain low point, this is a wheel war, and it is a wheel war with no end in sight, the tide of fierce beasts in front of him seems to be surging endlessly, he can only kill one in one move, and he can only kill two in two moves, but in front of him, there are tens of thousands of such fierce beasts swept over.

But none of the Praetorian Guards retreated, they were elites, they were veterans brought out by General Fang Tianhe Liang to get a hundred battles, before the order to retreat sounded, even if they died in battle, they couldn't take half a step back, the back of the soldiers, there were no scars left by the shame of escaping, Fang Tianhe didn't want this kind of thing on his body, and when he bragged to his son in the future, he would also say that your father was on the battlefield back then, and he never took a step back, protecting the lives of Hongyan City.

That little guy, he should be lying on the bed now, his handwriting is a little bad today, he spanked his ass a few times, his son is crying and sleeping, he was angry when he went out to fight, and he must apologize well when he goes back.

A sharp pain came from his chest, pulling Fang Hua out of his memory, he subconsciously took a step back, and a sharp-clawed wolf in front of him was wearing some blood on his hand, and that blood color was generated from his chest.

It's so dangerous, if I had been a little later, he would have cut open my chest alive.

Fang Tianhe subconsciously glanced at the sky, and the bright moon was hanging high.

Why didn't the sound of retreat come?