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His own reinforcements are only one step away from Gabur and from Sail City, but they just can't catch up, knowing that if they continue to fight, they will definitely die, Wu Peng reluctantly proposed to Tang Ling to give up defending Sail City, and the whole army broke through. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Tang Ling is the emperor and not the general of the unified army, she can also see that her soldiers have indeed reached the limit, and they are really unable to defend it anymore.

She looked at Wu Peng, who had gray hair and sunken eye sockets, and couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart. As a general and an important minister of the country, Wu Peng is very well maintained on weekdays, he is in his fifties, but his hair is black, his face is red, and he only looks like he is in his early forties.

But in the month of the Battle of Sayre, Wu Peng seemed to be one or twenty years old all of a sudden, and his whole person was already thin and about to lose his appearance.

In the DPRK, Wu Peng formed a party for personal gain, forming his own family, sometimes colluding with Cai Xiao, Song Sheng, Qiu Yi and other ministers for profit, and sometimes intriguing with them, but really at a critical moment, at the juncture of life and death, Wu Peng can indeed show the role of an important minister of the country, unyielding, fighting bloody battles with the soldiers, and would rather die than retreat, which is one of the reasons why Tang Ling can repeatedly tolerate him and those ministers.

She slowly stood up and walked in front of Wu Peng. Wu Peng hurriedly bowed his waist, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty!"

"General, you can have a gut-breaking medicine on your body?"

"This ......" Hearing this, Wu Peng's cold sweat almost dripped down, his head hung lower, and he stammered: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, WeChen...... Wechen ...... "héiyaпgě intoxicated chapter, new stalks."

"Give it to me. Tang Ling slowly raised his hand and stretched it out in front of Wu Peng.

Wu Peng's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a pop, and said in a trembling voice with a crying voice: "Your Majesty......"

"In the hundreds of years of the gale, in the thousands of years of the Wind Country, there has not been a single emperor who has been captured, and the king who has been captured, how can I lose the face of my ancestors and the dignity of the Wind Country?" Tang Ling said slowly: "Give me the medicine!"

"Your Majesty!" Wu Peng's eyes turned red, and tears couldn't help but roll down. If it was before, he, the patriarch of the Three Dynasties, really couldn't look down on Tang Ling, a little girl in her early twenties, and felt that she had obtained the throne by relying on a shady conspiracy.

But now, based on her words alone, and her determination to refuse to be humiliated even if she dies, Wu Peng admires it in his heart. As a royal family, who was not born with a golden soup spoon, pampered, glorious and rich, and really had the courage to die, how many people have been there throughout the ages?

If he is fortunate enough to overcome this difficulty, Wei Chen will do his best to assist His Majesty in the future! Wu Peng secretly swore that people could not cry silently.

He raised his hand tremblingly, and took out a small porcelain vase from within his belt, which he held in his hand, and was speechless.

Tang Ling's expression was calm, he took the porcelain vase from Wu Peng's hand, only glanced at it lightly, and put it into his cuffs.

It was her own decision, and now she was trapped, life and death were uncertain, if she really died, she didn't blame anyone, this was the price she had to pay.

She patted Wu Peng's arm, pulled the old general up from the ground, and then lowered her gaze, landed on the saber at his waist, and said in a brisk tone: "General, if I am about to be captured and I don't have the courage to kill myself, you can use your sword to kill me, don't hesitate!"

"Your Majesty-" Wu Peng, who had just been pulled up, knelt on the ground again, kowtowed forward, burst into tears, and cried loudly.

Tang Ling's waist was straight, his hands were put behind his back, he glanced at him condescendingly, and said slowly: "General, I am not dead yet, why are you crying? Save your tears until I am martyred!"

She has never been a crying person, even if she knows that she will die in the next moment, she will never shed a single tear.

Strong! Grit your teeth and be strong! This is the dignity and pride that comes from the emperor, and this dignity and pride have already penetrated into Tang Ling's blood and bones.

That night, the Wind Army began to break through with all its troops.

The breakthrough of the wind army is also very skillful, not like a headless fly, rushing out in a swarm, but dividing the 300,000 soldiers into four parts, breaking through from the four directions of southeast, northwest, and north. Tang Ling and Wu Peng chose the direction of their breakthrough in the north.

Choosing to break through to the north, this is very understandable, the wind country is in the south, the reinforcements of the wind country are in the south, in the eyes of the Besa people, if the wind army in the city of Sail wants to break through, it must choose to break through to the south, and the south will naturally become the focus of the defense of the Besa army, so the defense of the north will be relatively weak.

Of course, this is the thinking of a normal person, and the person of Heracgus cannot be understood by the thinking of a normal person. He did put the center of gravity of his defense to the south, but strangely enough, he himself was not in the southern camp of the Bessa army, but in the northern camp.

Tang Ling and Wu Peng chose to break through to the north, just when they ran into one of the people that the Feng Army soldiers were most reluctant to encounter, Herakgus, and the Templar Army under his command.

At the beginning of the breakout battle, the wind army fought very smoothly, and it almost didn't take much effort to break through the camp defense of the northern camp of the Besa army, and the soldiers fought into the camp of the Besa army with all their might.

Feeling that there were not many defenders he encountered, Wu Peng was excited, thinking that he had chosen the right route to break out this time.

But just as the Wind Army was struggling to kill northward, a sea of Bessa's troops poured out in front of them, and it was the Templar who rushed to the front with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.

The soldiers of the Wind Army subconsciously raised their fire guns and fired forward. The projectile struck the shield of the crowd opposite, clanging, and the Templars bent on their waists, shielding their upper body with their shields, and rushed forward with a swift stride, rushing forward against the volley of the wind army, rushing to the camp of the wind army, and the people took advantage of the inertia of the sprint, and the sharp swords stabbed forward. For a moment, the muffled sound of puffing was heard, and a row of wind soldiers were pierced through the chest by sharp blades, screaming and falling on their backs.

The Templars roared in unison, striking forward with their shields, placing their swords on their shields and stabbing forward continuously, causing rows of Wind soldiers in front of them to fall to the ground.

While the Templars frantically charged the Wind Army, countless Bessa troops rushed out from the left and right sides of the Wind Army's camp, forming a phalanx and firing a salvo at the Wind Army's camp.

The wind army on the flank also reacted quickly, and immediately set up a formation to fight back, the salvo of the two sides came and went, the soldiers in front fell to the ground one after another, and the soldiers in the back immediately filled forward and continued to shoot at the opposite side.

The battle between the two sides quickly turned into a meat grinder. The sound of firecrackers, the roar of artillery, the sounds of people's fighting and screaming at the scene have been connected.

"Get out of the way!" (in Bessa) With a loud roar from within the Templar camp, the Templars automatically retreated to the right and left, and Heracgus strode out of the crowd.

He was covered with spirit armor, holding a spirit shield and a spirit sword, and walked straight to the camp of the wind army. Before the people arrived, the 'Flame Roar' he cast arrived first, only to see a large ball of fireball smashed into the camp of the wind army, with a muffled sound, the fireball exploded, and the wind army within a radius of seven or eight meters was affected by the flames, and the people were covered in fire, making heart-rending screams, rolling all over the ground, and finally being burned into a black and dark mass.

With a roar of flames, he opened a gap in the camp of the wind army, and Herakgus took advantage of the situation to kill the camp of the wind army, and the spirit sword in his hand swung out, slashing and slashing the surrounding wind army, it was really like cutting grass and cutting vegetables.

"Heracgus!" "Heracgus!"

The Besa army at the scene shouted the name of Heracgus in unison, and people's eyes were bloodshot with excitement, turning red, and they followed Heracgus, desperately slashing and slashing the wind army.

Heracgus was alone, but he played a role in boosting the morale of all the Bessa's soldiers.

Seeing that Herakgus was in the camp of the Wind Army, as if he was in a no-man's land, constantly approaching his side, Wu Peng, who was guarding Tang Ling's side, changed his face and shouted to the generals around him: "Stop him!

Hearing Wu Peng's order, more than a dozen generals of the Wind Army, each with a weapon, rushed towards the oncoming Herakgs.

None of them could get close to Heracgus when they were stopped by Dionysus and the others who rushed out from behind him. Both sides are cultivators, and when they meet together, you immediately fight back and forth.

Herakgus ignored the generals of the Wind Army, and at this time, he had already seen Tang Ling and Wu Peng, who were protected by many Janissaries of the Wind Country. Herakgus's eyes lit up, and he almost looked up to the sky and laughed, the emperor of the Wind Country was really unlucky, it was not good to break through to which side, but he chose to break through to the north where he was.

His heart was excited, his eyes were shining, and he walked over to the crowd of Praetorian Guards in front of him, holding the spirit sword and spirit shield in both hands.

He was walking forward, and suddenly, his figure turned to the side, and he heard the sound of sand, and a black light pierced from his back and swept over his side.

Herakgus turned his head and looked at it, only to see that there was an additional Wind Army Spiritual Cultivator behind him, covered in black spirit armor and holding a black spiritual knife.

The dark cultivator who drifted behind him with a shadow drift, saw that he missed the sword, followed by another sword, and swept out again, slashing towards the waist of Herakgus.

He sneered and blocked the opponent's spirit knife with his spirit shield, and at the same time, a sword stabbed back, straight to the throat of the dark spirit cultivator.

The dark spirit cultivator secretly said so quickly, his body quickly flashed to the side, he let the edge of the spirit sword pass, who knew that Herakgus still had a back move, he slapped the stabbed spirit sword to the side, and heard a crisp sound, and the sword surface of the spirit sword slapped the cheek of the dark spirit cultivator. He screamed, his body leaned back, and he retreated again and again, and the spirit armor on his face was smashed into a large piece.

Herakgus did not give up, his body shook, and the arrow rushed to the front of the dark cultivator, and another sword was still stabbed at his throat.

The Shadow Cultivator did not dare to resist its edge, and prepared to cast a Shadow Drift to flash out of the opponent's attack range. A black mist had risen around his body, but his form had not disappeared.

At the moment when he cast the Shadow Drift, he suddenly felt a powerful spirit pressing towards him.

That was the spiritual pressure of Heracgus. His cultivation was too high, and under his spiritual pressure, the shadow drift of this dark cultivator was completely impossible, and by the time he realized that it was not good, the sword of Heracgus had pierced his throat mercilessly.

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