Ba Gesang finally relieved when he heard Xiang Yuwang, and hurriedly pointed to the South Vietnamese soldiers who were led over by his subordinates.

"Lord Divine Messenger, hurry up and kill those soldiers wearing South Vietnamese uniforms!"

“……”

Xiang Yuwang was speechless.

I can't wait to slap the brain flower of the general Ba Gesang who is in charge of 5,000 people next to him to see if it was made by pig brains.

It is true that he is a high-level martial artist.

However, he has not yet reached the strength that only an eighth-order martial artist or above possesses, and he can target the target he wants to attack in the chaos without harming others.

What's more, there are so many South Vietnamese soldiers, everyone is slashing forward as if they don't want to die, even if he counterattacks one by one and kills back, it will consume a lot of time and physical strength.

"Let them disperse, I want to dispose of them in batches!"

Xiang Yuwang shouted anxiously.

"Don't take anyone to me anymore!"

It's a pity that there are too many people, and the sound of shouting and killing even covers his shouting mixed with internal energy.

In desperation.

Xiang Yuwang could only stare at a South Vietnamese soldier who was waving a knife at the Japanese Kou, picked up a long knife on the ground, and threw it at it.

Poof!

The long knife cut through the sea of people, cutting off the right arm that was raising the knife with unmistakable precision, and piercing it in the forehead.

And the head was passed through another South Vietnamese soldier who was seriously wounded behind him.

"Squeeze further, no matter who it is, don't be killed!"

Xiang Yuwang's hand finally shocked the chaotic scene.

Even if there were many uncivilized Japanese who didn't understand Xiang Yuwang's Western Chu dialect, it was Qi Jigong, who heard the identity of the person, looked awe-inspired, and shouted at the soldiers in the rear after cutting down a Japanese who was chasing a hundred meters.

"Stop! There are Western Chu people! ”

"And it's also a high-level martial artist!"

The high-level martial artists are different from the group of Japanese miscellaneous soldiers in front of them, and they can not be desperate to exchange one for two or pull one more as a cushion to play effectively.

As Qi Jigong, who had been fighting against the extremely mobile Japanese for several years, he made a quick decision, and when the Japanese were hesitating and obeying the orders of Shangfeng, he shot and cut down two more people, turned around and rushed towards an alley.

"Spread out!"

"Prepare for street fighting!"

Orders are forbidden.

There were also South Vietnamese soldiers who had killed red-eyed soldiers who did not listen to orders, but they only followed Qi Jigong's example, and took the opportunity to slash the Japanese who were pursuing all the way, and then found the nearest street and alley and drilled in.

Due to the frequent transfer of garrisons in Linhai Castle and the fact that many of them were born in Linhai Castle, they were more familiar with the situation of the alleys in the city than the Japanese Kou.

Wait until Ba Gesang asked his generals to convey Xiang Yuwang's instructions.

The South Vietnamese soldiers who were still chasing the Japanese army just now, only a few dozen people remained, and all the others got into the streets and alleys to see their bodies clearly.

"Cunning South Vietnamese!"

Ba Gesang scolded angrily.

Especially when I saw that the number of those men who were cut to the ground was obviously more than that of the South Vietnamese soldiers, I was even more angry.

In terms of the ability to fight alone, they are the hegemons of the sea, they don't know how much hardship they have endured, and those who can survive in the harsh environment are the strongest, and they are definitely not weaker than the weak South Vietnamese soldiers.

I didn't expect to lose to the South Vietnamese soldiers in the shirtless battle!

"Your Excellency, what should I do now?"

Ba Gesang asked anxiously.

But seeing a black shadow flickering in front of him, the divine envoy was already like a gust of wind, rolled up the sword on the ground, and rushed towards the broken South Vietnamese soldiers.

Flutter!

Flutter!

Before the man comes near, the sword goes first.

Facing the lower third order, and even many South Vietnamese soldiers who were barely considered warriors, especially the South Vietnamese soldiers who had been fighting for a long time, Xiang Yuwang, who had rested for a night and had eaten and drunk enough, and was ready to kill all the 5,000 reinforcements in Jiazhou and attack together, was mortally wounded.

In peacetime, the South Vietnamese soldiers on the opposite side may be able to find ways to avoid the vital points and rely on experience or luck to escape death.

But at this moment, they simply didn't have the extra strength to make a resisting move.

The moment they were in charge of the break, they knew what their fate was for the high-ranking martial artists.

When I felt the awe-inspiring wind coming, I didn't know who shouted.

"Death will be more!"

The remaining South Vietnamese soldiers, who could still breathe, shouted in unison.

"Bring the widows here!"

"Death will be more!"

This blood feud will be remembered by their South Vietnamese people.

Until.

The West Chu is destroyed!

When Xiang Yuwang heard their wishes before death, he didn't think so, and even made a special mockery.

"Death must be crossed? After you die, you will have a spirit in the sky and watch with your eyes wide open, whether it is you who destroy my Xichu in Nanyue, or who will destroy you in Nanyue! ”

Xiang Yuwang admires these soldiers who defended their homes and defended the country regardless of sacrifice.

Therefore.

He struck harder, leaving no room for strength.

Almost instantly, fifty or sixty South Vietnamese soldiers lay in a pool of blood with their limbs in pieces, without any life.

Originally, they were dissatisfied with the fact that they were always being pointed at because they had been forced to stop, but when they saw the Divine Envoy face the South Vietnamese soldiers, they were even more powerful than yesterday when they dealt with the stragglers and villagers.

Born to bully the weak and worship the strong, they immediately revered this divine envoy as if he were a god.

All of them stood honestly in their place, waiting to be sent.

"Guard all the two city gates, and don't let any South Vietnamese leave this place!"

Xiang Yuwang picked up two steel knives in the hands of South Vietnamese soldiers, and rushed towards a dark alley in a flash.

Not much.

The sound of fighting came from the dark alley, but it soon became calm.

"God sent your lord to kill the enemy for us! We just need to guard the gates! ”

Ba Gesang was overjoyed.

Just now, the Divine Envoy said that he was helping them one last time.

I didn't expect to change my mind.

"It seems that the Lord of God is angry with the phrase 'Death must be crossed'."

Or maybe they want to kill someone.

Whatever!

Ba Gesang only knew that in this way, it was enough for him to be able to reduce the loss of manpower.

"The rest hurry up and clean up the battlefield and grab everything that these South Vietnamese people can use!"

Hearing the word robbery, the widows who had been chased and beaten swept away the previous gloom and became positive.

In the dark alley.

Xiang Yuwang looked sad after dealing with a few soldiers in an alley.

"I didn't expect that in this group of soldiers who are only four or five ranks, there is also a general who is good at guerrilla warfare and is extremely quick."

If such a person was born in Xichu and has a good family background, he is at least a famous general with a head and a face.

"It's a pity that in South Vietnam, gold has to be covered with a layer of dust, and where there is no place to display ambitions, in the end, you can only be wrapped in horse leather and die in the hands of others."

Xiang Yuwang jumped onto the high wall, squinting at the scorching afternoon sun, trying to see the distribution of South Vietnamese soldiers in the surrounding alleys.

But I felt a strange vibration on the ground.

He followed the sound to the west, but the vibration disappeared in an instant, and his gaze fell on the closed west gate, only that the intuition of Fang Cai as if he was facing a great enemy was an illusion.

Ten miles west of the city.

Riding a galloping horse, Xu Yong and others asked many people along the way, confirming that the invasion route of the Japanese invaders came all the way to Linhai City, and when they saw the people who were running away with their families and mouths, they hurriedly dismounted and made way.

Looking at the winding "human river", he saw this familiar scene and gritted his teeth.

"General, Linhai City has been lost, it is said that two thousand reinforcements from Jiazhou rushed in to save people, His Majesty's order is for us to make a detour to cut off the back road of the Japanese Kou, but the gate of Linhai City has been closed, and it will take another day to detour."

"The reinforcement general who led the troops was Qi Jigong, who was good at guerrilla tactics, but there were more than 5,000 Japanese robbers, and they came prepared, and General Qi didn't know if they could hold out until the reinforcements sent by His Majesty arrived."