"Honk, call up!"

At this time, the black-robed middle-aged man who was watching the battle in the barbarian camp suddenly issued such an order.

"Woo~Woo~"

When the horn sounded, Buer frowned, but he instantly retracted his momentum, glared at Pan Feng viciously with his eyes, and then flew back to the barbarian camp.

In this battle, for Pan Feng, the consumption is really not small, and he didn't say anything at the moment, and he returned to the wall with a dodge.

"Wushuang, are you alright?"

Seeing Pan Feng coming back, Leng Xinghe hurriedly went up to ask.

At present, it is relying on Pan Feng, if he has a good one, then this Loushan Pass will be hanging.

"Lord, the last general will be fine, and the last general will be incompetent, and the enemy general cannot be left behind!"

Pan Feng, who returned to the city wall, was a little ashamed in the face of Leng Xinghe, and said that he could kill him before, but he was almost hammered.

"Eun, it's okay, it's good that you're not hurt, I want to see what tricks he has behind him. ”

Leng Xinghe saw that Pan Feng was not injured, and the hanging heart let go.

Just now, it really frightened him, and he was knocked out hundreds of meters away by the brute general's direct blow, which was really terrifying.

"Strategist, why did you sound the trumpet? In one more hour, Lord Ben will definitely be able to kill the Emperor of War under this wall!"

Buer, who also returned to the camp, yelled at the middle-aged man with anger on his face.

"Yes, what strength Lord Commander has, others may not know, but the Emperor of War against you, yourself, and me, should all know, right?"

The middle-aged man, as if he didn't see Buer's anger, still sat in the big tent, slowly drinking the wine in his cup.

"Humph!"

When Buer heard this, he had to snort coldly to express his dissatisfaction.

But he knew that what the other party said was true, and maybe, in two hours, under such a high-intensity battle, he would definitely lose.

The reason why I was angry just now was because I wanted to vent my unhappiness and unwillingness.

"Lord Governor, in fact, it is not that he wants to sound the horn to collect the troops, but because of Lord Zuo Khan, there is a letter!"

After the middle-aged man took out Buer's anger back, he took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Buer.

Looking at the letterhead in the middle-aged man's hand, Buer frowned, reached out to take it, glanced at it carefully, and then said with a solemn face: "Strategist, can what you say in the letter be true?"

"Lord Governor, whether it is true or not, we will see tomorrow. ”

The middle-aged man didn't reply, and gave such an answer directly, and then went out of the big tent.

Buer looked at the middle-aged man's back, a pair of big rough hands, clenched tightly, he was suppressing his anger.

Because he knew that this person only had the cultivation of the first level of the War Emperor, but it was definitely not something he could provoke, otherwise King Zuo Khan would definitely not spare himself.

It's just because now the lifeblood of the entire army of King Zuo Khan is in the hands of others.

Without the help of their family, the food and grass of their wasteland warriors this year would not be enough to support this southward journey. ————————————————

The autumn of the other world is cooler than the previous life of the cold galaxy.

The breeze blows so slowly that people who are asleep don't want to wake up at all.

But these beautiful things have nothing to do with the two sides that are fighting in Loushanguan at this time.

After the original repair, the Loushan Pass Wall, which looked very simple and atmospheric, has been covered with layers of blood at this time.

Purple-black coagulated blood clots can be seen everywhere on the mottled walls.

And the system soldiers who were originally brightly clad and armored were falling crookedly on the wall one by one at this time.

It was as if I hadn't rested for many days.

And this is indeed the case, at this time, three days have passed since the previous fighter.

But it was these three days that made Leng Xinghe feel that it was longer than a century.

It's just because of those barbarians, on the second day of the fight, suddenly a lot of barbarians came.

According to the observation of Hao Zhao and others, there are at least 500,000.

And it was these more than 500,000 barbarians who seemed to be crazy, tireless, and did not know what the morale was, storming Loushan Pass, day and night.

Even according to Hao Zhao's defensive skills, the effect is minimal, and only by relying on human lives can it be defended.

"Woo~" There was another rapid horn sound.

Leng Xinghe knew that this was the barbarian outside the gate attacking again, and the countless attacks in the past two days had made him accustomed to it, what was an attack and what was a collection of troops.

Leng Xinghe looked at the barbarian soldiers who came like a tide again under the wall, his eyes were a little confused, he didn't know how long he could hold on.

After all, at this time, there were not many soldiers on the wall, a full 24,000 soldiers, of which 20,000 fourth-order soldiers had died, and there was not a single one left.

"Roar~"

I saw a barbarian warrior dressed in barbarian armor climb the wall, staring at Leng Xinghe with a vicious look, and then turned over and entered the wall.

There is one and there are two, and in an instant, there are three barbarian warriors, surrounding Leng Xinghe.

Looking at the barbarian warriors who surrounded him, Leng Xinghe's face was numb, and he just shouted hoarsely:

"Kill !!"

Then he raised the Martial God Halberd in his hand, swept away, and killed the three barbarian warriors who had just jumped into the wall.

Then he pulled out the Star Shatterer crossbow with his backhand, which he had not used much for a long time, and pulled the trigger against the wall in another place.

"Puff~Puff~"

Three crossbows sounded into the flesh, and the two barbarian warriors in the distance, who were about to besiege the other soldiers, fell to the ground.

After solving the crisis of the soldier in the distance, Leng Xinghe ran away, wielding the halberd in his hand, slashing and killing the barbarian warriors who surrounded him again.

"Drink~"

Leng Xinghe transported his own battle qi, and through the Martial God Halberd, it continued to increase, and a golden-red battle qi was formed from the battle halberd, and it slashed forward with Leng Xinghe.

The battle qi flew away, and a small piece of open space in front of him was emptied in an instant, and it can be said that Leng Xinghe's greatest joy now was that he had eaten up those top-grade Tongmai Pills in one go.

If it weren't for this, I am afraid that I would have been tired of such a high-intensity battle today, how could I still be like now, like that perpetual motion machine, fighting fires everywhere.

"Woo~Woo~"

Two hurried horns sounded from the barbarian camp, and those barbarian warriors who were not afraid of life and death finally slowly retreated after throwing down thousands of corpses.

Looking at the barbarian soldiers who had retreated, Leng Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief slightly, it seemed that this wave of attacks had survived.

Then he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Where is Pan Feng!"

"The last general!"

I saw a blood-stained figure walking slowly, leaving a blood-red footprint on the ground with every step he took.

When he got closer, he could see from the giant axe that was still extremely sharp in his hand that this person was Pan Feng.

At this time, Pan Feng is more like the demon god who came out of hell than a general in the world.

It's just that the armor on his body has long been stained with blood, and patches of purple-black blood clots are solidified on it.

Coupled with those slightly reddish eyes, people feel terrified when they see it.

If it weren't for the fact that his voice was still very loud, I'm afraid no one would think that this person still has a rational existence.

And Pan Feng, as a strong man of the War Emperor, ended up like this, which shows how tragic the battle was, and all of this was due to the barbarian soldiers outside the city.

"Wushuang, how many soldiers are there in the city?"

Leng Xinghe held the Martial God Halberd and looked at Pan Fengdao a little tiredly.

"Back to the lord, Bo Dao reported before, and now there are only 1,000 white horse servants and 1,000 second-order crossbowmen left in the city. ”

"Hehe... Damn barbarians!"

Leng Xinghe, who heard this number, cursed with a wry smile.

During this period, Pan Feng had gone out of the customs several times, wanting to deal a heavy blow to the barbarian camp, but unfortunately, the barbarian general Buer on the opposite side seemed to be looking at him specifically.

As long as Pan Feng is out of the customs, the other party will definitely come out to stop it, so that several attacks will be in vain.