What kind of scene is it when two waves of 700,000 people collide together?

If you look from above at this moment, the silver-white waves are shattered the moment they touch.

The roar shook the sky, Rao is Chu Li's ten-year campaign, and such a large-scale scene was also the first time he had encountered it.

But where did he have time to sigh about this!

No one of the 200,000 soldiers of the Predator Army thought about the outcome of the war, or even whether they would see the sun the next day.

Kill, kill, kill!

As long as it is not a person wearing silver armor, it is slashed with a knife.

It doesn't matter if you're injured, it's okay if your hands and feet are broken, all the soldiers of the Iron and Blood Army today don't want to live at all.

Or for the undefeated reputation of the Iron Army, or for the sake of following the man who is revered as a god, or for the 200,000 brothers around him who are also dying!

Kill, kill, kill!

Killing three is enough, and for every extra kill, the brothers have more hope of survival!

But who doesn't want to live.

Who doesn't want to return home alive.

But somebody has to die, a lot of people have to die.

Pound was a ten-captain, he had already seen three of his ten sons dead, Pound was roaring, his chest was already blurred with flesh and blood, it was smashed by an enemy with a hammer, but so what, he still cut the strong man who was two heads taller than him under the nine-ring knife in his hand.

Pound felt that his physical strength and energy had reached the limit, and his eyes gradually began to blur, which was a sign of excessive blood loss, and if he continued any longer, he would be dying.

The blood loss caused his mind to be in a trance, and in a hazy way, he saw a young man in silver armor tripped and fell to the ground, and another enemy had already walked towards him with a knife.

"Little one!" Pound roared, he no longer knew what he was yelling at.

Xiao Mi'er is his pawn, because he is the youngest among the eleven people, so everyone else calls him Xiao Mi'er, and they take care of him like a brother on weekdays.

Pound didn't know where he got his strength, and he walked on his already stiff legs.

"Faster, faster!" Pound had already gritted three teeth, for he knew that if he walked slowly like this, the young life would disappear before his eyes.

Pound hadn't been home for years, and he thought every day that his son, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was probably that old.

It's a pity that I haven't hugged that kid a few times in my life, and I won't have a chance in the future.

"Run, my body, please burst out with the last bit of strength!" Pound felt that he was really running, but after running for so long, that he almost forgot where the little boy like his own son was.

Finally, he saw the face of the little girl, right in front of his eyes.

Pound stood in front of Xiao Xiao'er, and he could feel the sharpness behind him and the slight pain in his skin.

Pound didn't care about that.

He looked at the unyielding effort on Xiao Qi'er's face, but how the fear in his eyes deceived his old fritter.

Pound still remembered what he said when he was called to the camp on the day he became the commander of the ten.

Sun Li was a centurion at the time, but he had already died in the last battle.

"Pound, right? Do you know that we, the ten-commanders, centurions, and even the generals, have not only ability, but also responsibility. ”

"Do you know what the responsibilities of our people are?"

"It's our responsibility to make sure that one of our men survives, if we have to die. ”

Sun Li didn't finish his words, but Pang De understood everything.

"I guess I deserved to die. ”

Pound thought so, but his heart was indescribably safe.

But instead of waiting for the imaginary pain, Pound felt like he had been knocked away, and then the liquid sprayed on his face.

Pound saw a man fall in front of his eyes, a familiar face.

That smiling face.

Zhang Xu?

Zhang Xu!

Pound has always looked down on the new centurion, and he always feels that when Sun Li dies, there will be no one to be his boss, let alone a hairy boy.

But when the hairy boy fell in front of his eyes, he clearly saw that the person lying on the ground smiling and dying was Sun Li!

If someone had to die first, it would be me.

Pound remembered the general's words before the war, and he smiled, this is the Iron Army.

Pound felt his head fly, and the last thing he saw was that Xiao Qi'er was like crazy and cut the big man who hadn't taken back the knife into several pieces.

Live well, little girl.

Chu Li was carrying a head in his hand, it was Feng Jiu's, but he was also stabbed several times on his body, how could there be no master next to the dignified commander!

But Chu Li still took his head.

Even though he knew that even if he cut off the head of the enemy commander at this moment, he would not be able to make the enemy retreat in the slightest, but he still did it.

For the sake of a breath in my heart.

Throwing away the head with an expression of disbelief, Chu Li held the chopping phoenix with both hands.

Heavy Slash!

The size and weight of the slashing phoenix are really amazing, and it is basically a heavy slash that Chu Li uses when holding the slashing phoenix.

It's been ten years, and he performs this heavy slash today, which is very different from the first time he performed it ten years ago, not only in terms of power, but also in terms of spirituality.

To be honest, there are really not many people who can withstand his heavy blow now, so when the slashing phoenix smashed the enemy in front of him and was about to land, Chu Li shook his hand and cut out a circle horizontally.

A circular clearing was instantly vacated, but it was soon filled with a steady stream of enemy soldiers.

Endless, endless killing!

Corpses are all over the field, and the blood is red and the sun is setting

The song was still playing, and Liu Rui'er's ten fingers on the city wall were already oozing blood, and a thrilling red was dotted on the green white fingertips, but she was still playing, and she could see the red figure in the endless black armor.

Her little beggar is still fighting, how can she help him?

She couldn't help him, this was her little beggar's battlefield, so she was waiting for him here, playing the piano.

The wind is bleak, and the water is swaying

The general drew his sword and slashed at the fall

The sky is a little dark, and today's sunset is extraordinarily red, a few points redder than the blood river outside Ankang City.

Forty percent of the casualties have long been regarded as the criterion for defeating a battle, and if an army has more than forty percent of casualties, it has lost the morale and strength to continue fighting.

The Iron Blood Army has nearly half of its casualties, and people are dying every second, but how good can those 500,000 people be, basically every soldier of the Iron Blood Army will take several enemies before they die.

No one flinched, today is a battle to the death, there is no way for Chu to retreat, and so is Great Qin.

At this time, Xuanjing, Ying Yeol had already dropped everything on the table that could be dropped.

"The Divine General's iron-blooded army is less than 100,000. The spy who was kneeling on the ground did not dare to look up at the man in the main hall, he knew that the king had ordered the beheading of several civil officials who had more than one word.

"Where is the supporting army?" Ying Lie had calmed down, he had told Chu Li that there were reinforcements, he didn't expect Chu Li to be so strong, and directly attacked the 500,000 Chu army with 200,000 iron-blooded troops.

"There is still one day left to reach Ankang City. ”

Ying Lie was silent, the reinforcements he gave this time were all men of the right age in the Qin State.

In fact, it is said to be support, but what is the use of a group of people who have never even seen blood on the battlefield, Ying Lie is directly filling in with human lives!

He can't help but do this, if he wins this battle, then the time for Great Qin to unify the Central Plains is not far away, and if he loses, then there is no need for Great Qin to exist.

Ying Yeol closed his eyes, and his voice was endlessly tired.

"The fate of Great Qin is now in Chu Li's hands. ”

Chu Li was a little tired, it was indeed good to kill the enemy in this ten thousand armies, but it was too heavy, and it would cost him a lot of physical strength to swing it once.

Chu Li was holding his sword, no one dared to approach him on this battlefield, and the smell of blood emitted by the already red and somewhat dull blood armor seemed to be even stronger than this battlefield.

The sun is setting.

The moment when light and darkness are at their fingertips, is the time of the day when people are most likely to get tired.

Chu Li was in a trance for a moment, and a vague shadow shot out from a pile of minced flesh on the ground, heading straight for Chu Li's face at an astonishing speed.

"Danger!"

A suffocating sense of death filled every cell in Chu Li's body.

Dodge.

Dodge!

Be sure to get out of the way!

Chu Li knew that he couldn't dodge, so if he couldn't dodge, he would resist.

Lowered his head and rested his head on the cold chopping phoenix, and the next second Chu Li felt like he had been hit by a galloping carriage, and there was a buzz in his ears.

After withdrawing seven or eight zhang, Chu Li vomited a mouthful of blood, which had already hurt his internal organs!

It wasn't until this moment that Chu Li saw the shadow that was like nothing, it was a needle!

A needle is so powerful, how strong should the person who controls this magic weapon be.

And such a powerful immortal cultivator, when facing a mere mortal, he still has to choose at dusk, and then use a flying needle to sneak attack, how cautious should this person be.

The needle spun in a circle in mid-air and shot in the other direction.

The dignified Chu State only invited the power of the flying needle's master's blow, or the ancestor of the King of Chu had helped that person by chance.

If you miss a blow, you will have to escape, and the life and death of a mere mortal do not matter.

Chu Li spat out another mouthful of blood, he was angry, he was assassinated twice in one day today, did he really think that he Chu Li was muddy?

All the stream-like true qi in his body was collected into the slashing phoenix in his hand.

Heavy Slash!

At this moment, Chu was still more than ten meters away from the flying needle, but he resolutely swung a knife.

Silently, a red arc of light flew out from the blade of the slashing phoenix.

Sword Mang!

It was not the faint light attached to the sword that was demonstrated to Lin Hu that day, but the sword that was really being cut out!

At this moment, on this battlefield, everyone who saw this light was shocked.

It's actually a sword!

How many years has it been on this continent that no one has slashed the sword?

No one knows, as if the sword is a legendary martial art.

This bloody general, how strong is he!

Silently, everything in the place where the red light passed was split in half, whether it was a corpse, a rock, or a broken weapon.

"Bang!"

After all, Jian Mang still caught up with the flying needle.

A loud bang was followed by a strong wind, as if a storm had swept through the center of the collision.