Liu Heng and Wen Short fought each other, and the winner was already divided in just a few breaths.

That section of the wall collapsed, more than a dozen logs were destroyed by the vitality, and countless wooden houses collapsed in the broken hole.

Among the ruins and broken trees, there is only a ruin.

More than 100 cavalrymen rushed out of the wooden village and rushed onto the hanging board lying on the moat.

One rolled over and sat down on the broad horse's back, reaching out to stroke the sideburns around the horse's neck.

Looking at the cavalry rushing from the drawbridge, a smile appeared on his face, and his heart swelled with excitement for war.

Reaching out and patting the black dragon's head, he kicked the black dragon in the abdomen with his heel.

The steed shook its head, and its mouth made a "beep" sound.

The smile on his face was immediately full of bitterness, and Yougen turned his head to look at the black dragon's side, pulling the reins tightly, with a persistent look on his face.

After a slight sigh, Yougen raised his head and stretched out his hand to the sky.

"Formation!"

The five fingers of the right hand are together with the sky, and the body and body of the horse are all golden and shining.

Yougen waved his right hand and pointed in front of him.

"Points!"

The loud cheers are like thunderbolts in the snowy sky.

The soldiers, who were already standing in front of the drawbridge in a whole formation, holding weapons and waiting for them, immediately split into two after shouting the order.

In the previous fierce battle, Liu Heng's army suffered 5,100 soldiers, 2,100 militiamen were killed and wounded, and 3,000 barbarians were killed and wounded more than 200.

More than 4,000 soldiers who had been baptized by blood and fire were divided into two phalanxes behind the drawbridge.

The more than 100 cavalry who rushed across the drawbridge were inseparable, and dozens of cavalry as the vanguard rushed straight between the two phalanxes.

Liyue rode a horse and stood in the middle of the village, looking at the military columns that quickly changed formation behind the drawbridge, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

The cavalry was moving at a high speed, and now it was too late for Mingjin to withdraw his troops.

Turning his head, he frowned, and looked at the village with a worried face.

Between the clusters of collapsed houses, there was a cloud of dust.

In the dust, dozens of ragged and unrecognizable corpses could be vaguely identified.

They were originally trapped in the village and expelled by the soldiers to hide in the wooden huts.

Blood poured out of the rubble and spread across the ground covered in wood dust.

After hesitating for a moment, Liyue greeted the only remaining general, then pulled up the reins, turned the horse's body and ran towards the ruins.

Dozens of guards followed him.

The broken wall was not far from the gate, but when Yue Shang was on his way to the ruins, a figure had already stood up from the ruins.

His long hair was stray and dipped in blood and wood slag, and half of his body was covered in blood and slag.

The bloody text is short, and the body at this time is crooked, and the broken bones as white as snow can be seen at the joints of the deformed calves.

"General!"

Liyue roared in grief, and the mount under him shook off the guards behind him.

Wen Xiao looked up slightly as if he hadn't heard it.

Through the air, the floating that had not yet settled, looked at Liu Heng standing with a halberd in the distance.

Holding the halberd rod of the ancient halberd, Liu Heng looked at Wen Short in the ruins in silence.

"Hey!"

Outside the wall, Yougen, who commanded Liu Hengjun, watched most of the cavalry rush into the two formations, bending his hanging arms and folding them vertically in front of him.

The militiamen, who had been standing on the edge of the two formations with long weapons, let out a roar in unison.

The roar was very chaotic, shouting everything, but it was very neat, and the sound of boiling sky suppressed the loud sound of more than a hundred horses' hooves stomping on the ground.

"Bang!"

Countless barbarians with armor strapped to their arms jumped up from behind the militia, and the barbarians, about three meters tall, slashed their arms diagonally towards the cavalry in the middle of the army.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

In the midst of countless muffled sounds, countless cavalry were knocked off their horses, and the formation was chaotic for a while.

The militia maintained their formation, and as the barbarians swarmed up, the more than 100 cavalry suddenly shrank by half.

In the wooden village, the horse drove away from Yue and ran to a place not far from Wenxiao.

In that collapsed house, it was no longer possible to ride horses.

Turning over and dismounting, ignoring the sharp sharp angles that can be seen everywhere between the broken wood and the ruins on the ground, he used his hands and feet together, and quickly climbed towards Wen Short.

After looking at Liu Heng for a moment, Wen Short raised his head, his face full of blood, and a pair of clear and scattered eyes, looking up at the snowy sky.

I can't fall.

Lowering his head slightly, Wen Short's body was in severe pain and weakness, and his right hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled.

I still have to do something for you.

Mother.

Rising up with all his strength, Wen Short quickly moved the broken sword to his slender neck.

What is the saddest thing for children who are on their knees to their parents?

The ancients said: The son wants to raise, but the kiss does not wait.

Well, for parents who are raising their children to grow up.

And what is the saddest part?

Quickly climbed towards Wen Short, who was covered with scratches on his hands and body, stopped his movements, and looked at Wen Short who lifted the broken sword in a daze.

Not far away, Liu Heng, who was still outside the collapsed wall, turned his head and sighed softly.

Today's language: Treat yourself with affection.

The broken sword body, the sharp and hard cut, easily cut through the skin that had no vitality to protect the body, and then pierced the trachea behind the skin, and finally the medullary column connected to the back of the brain.

Hot blood gushed out, and blood rushed through the bright white blade of the sword, and spread down the blade of the sword to the back of the hand holding the sword, wetting the blue robe on the arm.

And the Son is not there.

The more than 100 cavalry outside the wooden village were about to be wiped out, and many of the cavalry who landed were captured and bound, but more cavalry were divided in a chaotic struggle in the struggle.

Only a very small number of more than 30 cavalrymen who had not yet crossed the drawbridge could turn their horses around and rush back towards the village.

The soldiers who were already standing in a group at the gate of the village automatically made way for the cavalry.

And the partial general who had been instructed by Liyue to temporarily lead the whole army would look into the wooden village at this time, staring at the ruins not far from him.

looked at Wen Short, who was standing in the floating dust, and was already motionless.

Most of the eyes of the soldiers in Wen Short's army also converged on Wen Short's motionless body.

Ignoring the mess in one place, Liyue fell to his knees, and his grief-stricken face was already full of tears.

"You guys. ”

Turning his head and looking at Wen Short who was still standing in the distance, Liu Heng's face was gloomy, but he still raised his vitality and shouted: "Come down!"

Let's go down, let's go down, let's go down.

The echo faded away in the snow, and Liu Hengjun, who was commanding the cavalry outside the wooden village, stopped moving, and the blood-stained cavalry in front of the more than ten retreating drawbridges pulled the horse body and quickly ran towards the village.

"Drop?"

Sobbing incessantly, the more he raised his head, his eyes kept dripping with tears, staring at Wen Short not far away.

"Surrender?"

The originally vague eyes suddenly widened, and the whites of the bloodshot eyes were full of ruthlessness and determination.

"Descend to your mother!"

Get up and draw your sword.

The sword was unsheathed, and Li Yue turned angrily, and was about to swing the sword forward, when a wind sounded in his ears.

A beam of golden light instantly rushed to his chest, and the golden light passed through his chest, and the arrow came out through his back, sending a blood mist.