A purple-red whirlwind raged on the battlefield, purple lightning flashing.

rushed left and right, unswervingly towards the banner of Ningxia Weizhong Army.

There were still many obstacles in front of him, cavalry, swords and shields. Gu is brave in the army, but there is no enemy in his match.

Xu Ruyi is not good at equestrianism, although he has practiced diligently for many years, but in this chaotic war, it is still not of great use.

A quarter of an hour ago, the horse under his crotch was lame, and he simply got off the horse and did the cold thing. The Longmen ordnance that was just a decoration was thrown aside by him, and the pitch-black gentleman's sword, like ink dyeing, bloomed with black lotus.

The sword technique of warding off evil is treacherous and poignant, but what really supports him to fight to this moment is the Tiangang Yuan Qi Body Protective Qi Cover supported by a hundred years of skill.

The armor on his body had long since been peeled off by him, and he was wearing only a lean coarse cloth military robe.

"Bang Bang"

There were four muffled sounds, and four sabers fell overhead.

Xu Ruyi waved his hand and flew away, his body rose up, and he slashed through the choked throats of the four with a backhand.

"Kill my robe!"

There was a burst of cheers in his ears, and his numb eyes did not give a proper response.

"Come with me!" the captain on his horse grew angry, and with a roar, countless moths pounced on the flames.

No matter how many people there are, there is always a limit around them, and the corpses of humans and beasts are under their feet, and they are surrounded by knives and guns. From time to time, arrows fell overhead.

Xu Ruyi was a little tired, his body could withstand it, but his heart was tired.

Killing people to the point of softness is by no means an understatement of joke.

The bloody smell that permeates the mouth and nose is sticky, pungent, and disgusting.

"Ahh!!!h

The hell wind roars!

The roar of the resentful spirit, the absolute strength of the drumming in all directions, and the person who heard it had a splitting headache and a cold heart. After a moment of distraction, follow the evil and chase the evil, and the evil will be changed.

Under the handsome flag, Li Jinglong looked at this one-man army and was shocked in his heart.

He practiced martial arts, but he had only practiced military martial arts on the battlefield, and he did not have too advanced cultivation for internal strength. In his eyes, on the battlefield, personal bravery is of little use, and meticulous strategy is the key to victory. But the scene in front of him refreshed his cognition.

Will he just kill in front of his eyes and plunge his sword into his heart?

This ridiculous thought suddenly appeared in Li Jinglong's mind, and he immediately shook his head vigorously, and threw this idea aside.

For the general, the most hesitation, questioning oneself is the way to death.

There is no invincible martial artist on the battlefield, one person can't stop you, how about ten people, hundreds, thousands, even if it's ten thousand, it will consume you to death!

Li Jinglong gritted his teeth and looked around.

Wu Kedi was surrounded by only a hundred cavalry guards, and he was rushing towards the west of the formation, and he wanted to escape.

Hu Che'er, Yi Muqi, the leaders of the grassland barbarians, are now also falling under the horse, and they are still fighting with several wounds.

The whole battle was in his hands, and he didn't feel that he could fail.

"Someone. ”

"Grandpa. The adjutant stepped forward.

"The cannon must be almost cold. Li Jinglong asked with a smile.

When the roar of the iron cannon stopped, the infantry charged, and the artillery battalion led the people from the rear baggage to water and cool, and several large buckets of water went down, and now it is indeed useful again.

The adjutant general naturally understood the deep meaning of Li Jinglong's question, but he was unwilling to answer.

The sergeant of Ningxia Wei has been completely surrendered, and if the cannon is fired at this time, it will not only be the enemy who will die, but also his brother Paoze.

"Wutong, let me ask you again, didn't you hear?" Li Jinglong looked at the deputy general beside him, and his smile grew cold.

"Return, back to Grandpa, the iron cannon is almost cold, and it can indeed be fired again, but now the situation has implicated the whole army, if it is... ”

"Oh, it's good to be able to fire. Li Jinglong nodded with satisfaction, and interrupted Wutong's exhortation before he could speak: "Pass the order down, shoot a few more rounds." ”

"Grandpa, no, our army has already won the victory, and the victory and defeat can be divided within an hour. If the cannon is fired at this time, it will add variables. Why should a soldier lay down his life before him... Belch... ”

Wu Tong covered his throat, looked at Li Jinglong in disbelief, and raised his hand, the bright red color was indeed his own blood.

I reminded you, why not listen to it

"Poof!" the body fell from the horse.

"You. Li Jinglong casually pointed to an adjutant general: "Pass the order down and open fire." ”

"Ahh Be. ”

The tragic death of the adjutant general, the roar of the iron cannon.

It's not that Li Jinglong doesn't know that such measures and choices will make the military's morale fluctuate, but he also has his own considerations.

Wu Tong is right, the winner has already been decided, it is only a matter of time.

But it wasn't his purpose to just slaughter the ants in front of him.

What he wanted was the big fish in Ganzhou City.

What is he going to do when the battle outside the city is decided?

Of course not.

He wanted the soldiers of Ningxia Wei to storm the city and slaughter the city.

All the people are dead, and the only ones who are alive are the participants with blood on their hands, and he has an explanation from above, so that no one will denounce him.

So how can Ningxia Wei these Ming soldiers slaughter a Ming city?

He wanted to add a feeling of sadness, despair, depression to the heart of every soldier.

Just like the gunpowder in the iron bucket, just one spark will explode the desire to burn reason.

Rumble!

Between the virtual and the real, a cast iron projectile hit with a thousand great force, and the numb eyes saw it, and also saw a pair of red eyes tightly surrounding him.

Hide?

It's too late.

Will it die?

The gentleman's sword suddenly attached to him, and his left hand unconsciously raised naturally to meet him.

The purple gas is like substance.

The surging power converged in the palm, and the internal force of the most masculine and rigid converged, and the corners of the mouth suddenly pulled a trace of inexplicable arc.

Boom!

Rumble!

The shock wave erupted the moment the cannonball collided with the palm of the hand, and the wave of qi was pushed away around the weak figure. Billowing smoke gathered blood-colored flying sand on the ground.

The stump flew up, swallowed by the smoke and dust. The dark red flames danced and flickered.

The wind rises and dissipates.

The broken figure shook a few times, and the helmet disappeared, dancing with green silk and hanging down scatteredly.

"Give up, leave it to me, I can help you. ”

"You... You don't want to. ”

"With you alone, you can't get to Li Jinglong. ”

"I can. ”

The earth trembled one after another, and the tip of the sword was pointed on the ground, supporting the weak body, and it shook again, not falling!

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light shot out from the green silk.

The ghostly figure shuttled through the array, like a flowing lightning, and blood kept shooting out from the moment it came into contact with the black sword from the throat, dyeing this electric light red.

The purple air shield was no longer able to maintain, it was completely the body manipulating the consciousness, just a firm thought, he, did not give up.