Within the army of Yan State, the Duke of Yu State crossed his horse and slashed at the forefront.

In the past five days, the Northern Expeditionary Army finally crossed the Hanshui River, first inflicting heavy losses on the enemy with artillery, and then experiencing a series of fierce battles.

Finally, the barbarians were killed.

As a result, the Yan Kingdom paid the price of more than 100,000 deaths.

Lan Yu was at the foot of Cold Water City, where he walked all the way to the corpse.

Wiping the blood of the enemy on his face, the old man looked up to the sky and roared.

"Coldwater City !!"

Lan Yu's last obsession in this life is to recapture this border city outside the fortress and replant the banner of Dayan at the head of Cold Water City.

Now, the barbarians have retreated, the lost land has been regained, and the victory of the Northern Expedition of the Yan Kingdom is in sight.

"Strike while the iron is hot! Kill! Kill the barbarians back to the depths of the grassland, and kill them so that they don't dare to come to Cold Water City again for a hundred years!"

Blue Jade issued a military order, and the army continued to charge.

At this moment, an earth-shattering roar came from the direction of the defeated barbarians.

The roar was like thousands of beasts, and the sound overshadowed the sound of Yan Guo's snare drums.

"What's going on!"

Lan Yu ascended to the heights, and then the old prince who had fought all his life turned pale as paper.

He saw 100,000 blood barbarians sweeping towards him like a vicious wave, and those defeated barbarians also turned around and killed one after another.

"100,000...... Bloody ......"

Lan Yu's body swayed, and his eyes turned black.

He couldn't believe that the barbarian side had gathered such a large number of blood barbarians over the years!

Lan Yusheng hurriedly hugged his grandfather and said in horror, "So much blood! Where did it come from?"

Zhou Shibo frowned tightly and said, "The total number of barbarians is less than one million, and it is unreasonable that there are 100,000 blood barbarians."

Lan Yu quickly came to his senses and said heavily:

"The origin of the blood barbarians is extremely mysterious, but one thing is certain, it must be related to blood, the old thief of Udana must have collected a large amount of blood by cruel means, and it is possible to create an army of 100,000 blood barbarians!"

"Could it be that the old, weak, women and children of the barbarians are all used as sacrifices?" Zhou Shibo's voice trembled faintly, and he felt chilled by his guess.

If this is the case, then the rest of the barbarian tribe, except for the warriors, is afraid that they will be extinct.

The speculation of Yu Guogong and Shoufu was quickly verified.

An old, cold voice came from afar.

"Yu Guogong, don't come unharmed, this bloody barbarian army built by all the clansmen of Zhu Xie, I don't know if you are still satisfied."

After the blood barbarian army, there were four extraordinarily tall blood barbarians carrying a bamboo raft, and on the bamboo raft sat an old man, it was Wuda!

The barbarian Hesa finally appeared in person in front of the two armies.

"Uda!"

Yu Guogong's eyes were bloodshot, and he scolded, "Old thing! Today I'm going to slash you old thief!"

"Hahaha!" Wu Da sneered on the bamboo raft and said, "The old man also has this intention, after Yanmen Hou Yun Changji, I should also personally see you off."

Zhou Shibo involuntarily took a step back and said in horror:

"Using the blood of the Zhu Evil Clan to create a hundred thousand blood barbarians, it is simply a demonic method!"

Shousuke couldn't understand the barbarian Hesa's actions.

The Zhu Evil Tribes are the strongest and largest number of barbarian tribes, and if the Zhu Evil Tribes disappear here, the remaining barbarian tribes will become scattered sand, and survival will become very difficult.

Throwing the life of Zhu Xiebu to fight against the Northern Expedition of Yan Country belongs to the same way of fighting, and it is not beneficial to either side.

The army of 100,000 blood barbarians and barbarians has already come to the front, and there is no room for Yu Guogong and Shoufu to think too much.

Lan Yu immediately ordered, "Summons! Relying on Coldwater City, the whole army tried its best to defend it, and ordered the artillery battalion to open fire!"

As the heralds interspersed with the army, the Yan side gathered under the cold water city, and the artillery roared in unison!

Clusters of flaming cannonballs smashed into 100,000 blood-barred.

Artillery that can be called a sharp weapon against ordinary barbarians, at this moment

Lost its effectiveness.

The Bloodbarian has an extremely agile reflexes, and can predict the location of the cannon in advance to avoid it.

Looking at the artillery fire, after a round of artillery bombardment, only a dozen blood barians were killed.

Artillery, completely ineffective in this battle.

One hundred thousand blood barbarians came in an instant, colliding with the army of the Yan Kingdom.

Just by looking at the face, tens of thousands of Yan soldiers were killed.

The big axe in the blood barbarian's hand was like a sickle cutting wheat, quickly harvesting the life of the Yan army.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors also surrounded on both sides, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The vicious battle begins in the bloody storm.

Under the city of cold water, it has become a strangulation field, and a lot of life is lost every moment.

The soldiers of the Yan Kingdom fell in pieces.

Some were pierced through the abdomen and intestines, some were split open and blood splattered from the heart and lungs, some were still on the head one moment, and the next moment they disappeared, and the headless corpse rushed forward several steps before falling to the ground.

Since the appearance of 100,000 blood barbarians, the battle situation has become one-sided.

In the face of the blood barbarians, the Yan army became a vulnerable lamb and was slaughtered.

Lan Yu's eyes were on fire, and he did not hesitate to go into battle in person to kill the enemy.

He knew that in this battle, he would definitely not be able to go back, not only would he not be able to go back, but even the million Northern Expeditionary troops he brought would also be defeated here.

A touch of desolation appeared on the face of the old man.

After slaying a barbarian, Lan Yu raised his sword and roared:

"Yun Shuai! You are scattered in the spirit of the sky, today the old man will fight for you in the north, and there will be descendants tomorrow! This place does not belong to my Dayan, and I will not give up!"

Yun Shuai in Lan Yu's mouth refers to the Marquis of Yanmen, Yun Changji.

Crunch!!!

As Lan Yu shouted this bold word, he actually heard the sound of a sword being drawn.

It's not out of the sheath, but the long sword rubbing against the masonry, as if the iron sword that has been trapped in the ground for many years is being pulled out of the years little by little!

Turning his head, Lan Yu looked at the gate of Cold Water City that had been opened.

He saw the broken tent of the Chinese army marshal!

I saw the mottled iron sword that represented the military order!

I saw the old man who died here five years ago, wearing iron armor, standing in the city!

At this moment, Lan Yu's eyes blurred.

He seemed to have returned to many years ago, to the time when the Great Yan Military God was still alive.

At that time, Hanshui City was like a prosperous flower, proudly blooming on the north bank of the Hanshui River.

As long as this city exists, the barbarians will not dare to step across the cold water river.

This lonely city is like a solid nail, nailed to the barbarians seven inches.

Since the defeat of Hanshui City five years ago, the barbarians have crossed the Hanshui River unscrupulously, burning, killing and plundering all kinds of evil, and the Yan Kingdom has not only declined year after year, but the Marquis of Yanmen has been nailed to the pillar of shame and reviled by others.

The past was spinning one by one, and the old man of Yu Guo was in tears, and he shouted hoarsely:

"Dayan...... God of War!"

Zhou Shibo on the side looked at the figure in the city in disbelief, and muttered, "Yanmen Hou, Yun Changji......

In the city, Yun Que was already shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Daddy!"

Yun Que saw his father's corpse pull out the iron sword with his own eyes, and the dead man five years ago actually made the move of drawing the sword at this time!

In the distance, Uda motioned for the four barbarian warriors holding the raft to stop, and he looked in the direction of Coldwater City, his cloudy gaze as if he could see the iron-armored figure in the city through the city walls.

Hu Tieshan was stunned in place, his corpse drew his sword, he had never heard of it in his life, and he was still his old friend.

Yun Changji is dead.

Yun Que was very sure of this, because since he came to the city, he had sensed his father's corpse with his spiritual sense.

It's cold, lifeless, and you can't see anything unusual except that it's not rotten.

But now, Yun Changji actually drew his sword and stood up!

With Yun Changji in his hands

's iron sword was raised high, and the ground of Coldwater City sent out a fluctuation.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Big white and withered hands poked out of the ground, thousands!

A cold corpse crawled out of the ground!

That's the corpse of 100,000 border soldiers!

These corpses are like ghosts who refuse to belong to the underworld, stubbornly waiting for the commander's orders!

Every time a corpse crawls out of the ground, it immediately grabs a pitch-black iron sword buried beside him.

In an instant, 100,000 war corpses were assembled!