"Do you think our cheap master will come to save us?" Zhang Wutian was amazingly angry, but he couldn't break free from the rope. In the midst of the dead, he thought of the Buddha and the old way.

Speaking of Luohezi, Zhang Hui looked up at Zhang Qi, who was held in his hands by the soldiers, and remembered the events of that day, and then took a long breath and replied: "If that Taoist priest really saved us, this cheap master will admit it." ”

"Do you think we'll survive?" Zhang Wu said calmly, but his eyes were full of fear.

"Perhaps. Zhang Hui was also afraid, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only pray for God's blessing.

On the other side, the Hyakki, who was proficient in the art of assassination, had already been killed, and the shadow was exposed to the light, and soon five or six spears pierced his body. His eyes were fixed on his prey until death, the eyes of the ghosts, deep and terrifying.

The prince still had palpitations, the opponent's speed was too fast, and the weapon in his hand was extremely sharp, even if he held a heavy shield on top of it, he was cut in half by one claw. Fortunately, the soldiers behind him were brave, exchanged their lives for their lives, and rushed forward in a swarm, and finally killed him.

Both sides are fighting with their lives, and the attack of the hundred ghost generals is very fierce, and they do everything they can, and only two of the five royal tent relatives are left in a few breaths, which is as strong as Zhang Yu added a few new injuries in an instant.

It's just that fate is so ruthless. Even if Yang Ye worked so hard, even if the hundred ghosts would exert all the strength of their bodies, they would obviously only need a little more time, or they would be able to succeed in the next second.

But it was too late.

The heroes finally caught up, and the returning royal tent rode in front of the prince, and the heroes of the army appeared here. It was like a moat, destroying all of Yang Ye's hopes.

"Die!" Yang Ye knew that he had lost, but he still had to make one last fight. The long knife in his hand was thrown out by him and went straight to the prince's chest, which was a blow with all his might, and it was the final blow of Yang Ye, a legend in the north.

Yang Ye's final blow was very powerful, and the prince was also at the end of his rope, and a large amount of blood loss made him nervous, and it seemed that he couldn't dodge.

It was just a soldier who rushed forward, and a heavy shield stood in front of the throwing knife. A sword pierced through the heavy shield and pierced the soldier, but the prince survived.

"Heaven!" Yang Ye saw that the prince was unharmed, and his face suddenly turned like ashes. His body, supported by his will, immediately collapsed, and he fell to his knees, his eyes staring straight to the sky, and the hatred seemed to drown the sky.

Lightning pierced the night sky in the already unusually cold Northland in November.

Then the rain began to rage wildly through the Northlands. The rain doused all the flames and plunged the area into darkness. The rain was loud and drowned out all sound.

After this rain, the traces of these battles will be cleaned, and the northern land will be truly cold.

Yang Ye was captured alive, and the border army was captured alive, along with three hundred ghost generals and more than a hundred people who dared to die. The people in the hidden city fought very fiercely, and only a dozen people were captured alive in the end, among which General Chu, Tong Guan, and Li Jinzhong were all arrested by exhaustion.

More than 20,000 soldiers were killed in the battle on the Sang side, more than 20 halberds were broken in the imperial tent, and the prince and Zhang Yu were seriously injured and fell into a coma for a time.

This kind of heavy rain comes and goes quickly. It didn't take long for the rain to slip away, and after a while, it stopped completely.

As the dark clouds dissipated, there was a glimmer of light on the horizon, and the sun slowly climbed up from the mountains on the horizon.

The sun after the rain is very comfortable, and the people who survived the brutal battle, facing the sun at this moment, with their eyes closed, seem to have forgotten everything.

When the sun was fully rising, the prince dragged his wounded body to the tent.

"Can the rest of us take the ghost city?" the prince asked Zhang Yu beside him.

"The specific number of casualties has not yet been counted, but the defender of the ghost city has been taken by Weichen last night. If you attack strongly, you should be able to win the first level in the world. "Zhang Yu's injuries are more serious than those of the prince, but a night's rest has made him recover a lot.

The prince nodded undeniably: "Bring in all the important captives, pay attention, be kind, they are warriors, don't insult if you are captured at this time." ”

As Zhang Hui, he is actually not worthy of being brought into the big tent. It's just that the prince ordered them to be arrested before, so Zhang Hui was honored to be pressed in with Yang Ye.

"Young master, what should I do!" Zhang Wu was already impatient, and it seemed that there was no way to live.

"Don't be afraid, the prince has won, and he is in a good mood. Zhang Hui was also anxious in his heart, but his face was not very obvious. At least the prince won and captured Yang Ye beside him, so he Zhang Hui had more chances to survive.

Zhang Hui's words made Zhang Wu settle down for a while, but the others were so unhappy when they heard Zhang Hui's words, several people looked sideways and glared at him,

Zhang Hui knew that he had said the wrong thing, but at this time, he had nothing to fear.

Above the ghost city, Fu Yin didn't sleep all night, he stared at the battle outside the ghost city. Although he could only look at it and hear the earth-shattering shouts of killing, he still stood on the tower of this city all night.

"Fu Yin ......" After everything calmed down, a yazi beside him stepped forward and called tentatively.

"Ten words mistook me... Ten words mislead the country!"