"Get in, get out of fear of death!" The Hunan Army burst into roars after wave.

Not only the Central Army where Li Mingchang was located, but also the entire Hunan Army's formation was launched.

"We have a high morale!" Li Mingchang shouted.

A cannon sound came from a distance, which was a signal of a long-haired attack. The drummers gritted their teeth and smashed them wildly at the drum surface. The 12 giant drums in the Hunan Army camp sounded together, and the Hunan Army was about to attack!

In Li Mingchang's sight, the military flags on the top of the hill disappeared in the thunderous shouts of killing. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the warriors of Hunan Army rushed towards the thief.

The central army where Li Mingchang was also located began to advance forward, replenishing the position of the forward in the rear.

As they marched behind the hill, a dull roar erupted in front of the hill, one after another, as if dozens of angry dragons fighting fiercely behind it, and thunder rolled.

"What's the sound?" someone asked.

"A cannon." Li Mingchang replied.

After a while, the central army started to marching to the edge of the hill. Several generals lie on their saddles and retreated frantically from the side of the hill. Their faces were black and the military flags that were dragged diagonally had become broken, as if someone threw them on the stove. They immediately took them out and threw them on the ground and then stepped on them to destroy the ground.

"Isn't that Lord Li? Why? The spear was defeated?" someone whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Someone scolded him with a stern but lack of confidence.

Then hundreds of people ran in on both sides of the hill, and everyone was losing their armor. They were covered in dark mud, and there was a faint cry from the defeated army: "The cannon is so powerful! The cannon is so powerful!"

But the judge of the Hunan Army and the local army arrived on a horse team and slashed a Hunan Army soldier running in the front with one knife. The judge of the Earth Army was splashed with blood and shouted: "Those who retreated will be killed! No retreat is allowed!"

The Hunan Army’s war drums beat even more powerfully!

As the brothers in front kept fighting out, Li Mingchang of the central army kept moving forward slowly. He held the spear and began to walk up the flat hill before him. The last 500 people of the front army shouted and killed them. The central army stopped in the middle of the hill and listened to the various thrilling sounds coming from the hill.

But the 500-strong land commander did not move. He rode his horse back and forth on the top of the hill. His flag was stuck on the top of the hill and did not move at all.

"No way? Did Changmao attack Xiaoqiu?" Li Mingchang said in disbelief.

Not only him, but everyone in the middle army looked frightened - fighting, they were about to rush out and kill people, but the front army finally did not move at all. This only means that the enemy had already reached the front of the hill and the battlefield had already pushed towards this side.

"How old is this, the front army has 2,000 brothers!" Uncle San stared at him, all in horror: "You can't even kill him?"

After a terror, the central army calmed down instead because everyone was listening to what was happening in front of them.

There was no thunder in front of me, and the brothers yelled wildly: "Kill the long hair and get rewards" sounded farther and farther away, as if a long roaring tiger was running forward in front of the hill.

Then there were bursts of fried beans like bursts in front of the hill, so densely and so concentratedly. It seemed that the sky in front was torn apart, and countless beans rolled down like rain.

Soon, the front became silent, and then the Hunan Army's war drums stopped, and for a moment, the entire battlefield became silent.

"Look!" Someone shouted, Li Mingchang looked in the voice, and saw that on the top of a hill 10 meters away, the man who was supervising the battle suddenly pressed his chest and planted a green onion from the horse. His groom rushed up and turned his head and shouted, "The master has committed a heart disease! The master has committed a heart disease!"

Several personal soldiers carried him on their backs, supported him, and hurriedly ran past the long wall in front of the central army. Everyone's face was as white as if they had painted Bai Gui.

"We're going to get on?" Uncle San asked suddenly.

"We're going to get on." Li Mingchang replied. In the face of the sudden silence in front of him, he suddenly felt his legs weak, as if there was a huge poisonous snake spitting out venom in front of the hill, crawling towards him quietly.

"Why is there no drumming?" Uncle San continued, Li Mingchang turned his head and saw that the brother was already trembling all over.

"Listen!" Someone shouted, and everyone in the army heard it.

"Bang, bang, bang..." A strange sound came from the hill, which was not loud, nor as explosive as the sound of cannons, but it was clearly audible and clearly rhythmic, just as if the hill had a heartbeat, and it was ringing again and again, causing everyone's heart to be beating.

Then a faint strange music came, which was a series of drum sounds after drum sounds. It was definitely not the heroic big drums like the Hunan Army, but the ghost-like small drums were constantly beating, "dong dong dong...dong dong dong...dong dong dong", as if they would never stop.

The drum beats combined with the "clang" sound, making the Hunan Army, who was holding the weapon and unable to move and did not know what was ahead, were so annoyed that they wanted to cry.

Amid the small drums and clangs, sharp music like a flute sounded intermittently, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"It's them! They are here!" Uncle San suddenly grabbed Li Mingchang's hand and shouted.

Uncle San's palms were covered with wet and cold sweat. Li Mingchang swallowed his saliva, but his eyes were so dry that it hurt that it was staring at the lonely military flag on the top of the hill, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes.

The Hunan Army drum finally started again, and the adults rode their horses in front of the team, shouting: "Let's attack! Kill the long-haired and reward!"

But at the first moment, no one moved. Li Mingchang's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he kept moving without moving a single step with his spear. He stared at his eyes and turned his head to look at his companion, but found that he was covered in cold sweat and his face was rolling with his eyes, and his eyes were turning terrified.

"Go forward! Those who retreat will slash!" The adults roared heart-wrenchingly, and their voices were also filled with horror in the strange music and clanging sounds behind the hills.

"Kill." The central army shouted weakly, and reluctantly rushed towards the top of Xiaoqiuqiu.

As soon as he reached the top of the hill, the entire central army seemed to be immediately hit by an invisible fist. The people in front slowed down in panic and refused to move forward, and the team was shocked.

The same was true for Li Mingchang. He saw the tall blue demon soldiers walking in line. They seemed to be coming from all over the mountains and fields, stepping on the drum beats of the band next to him like evil, and lined up neatly long lines, stepping on the wailing Hunan Army soldiers or corpses of the wailing Hunan Army, jumping over the Hunan Army artillery on the ground without any hesitation, and walking straight forward without turning.

They seemed to be unable to speak and lost their joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. There was no expression on their faces, and they pressed towards themselves calmly.

The clanging sound that could make the hill vibrate was actually caused by the thousands of them marching in unison!

Their leaders were wearing feathers on their hats and wearing bright and weird clothes, just like Taoist priests driving corpses. They walked slightly in front of the queue, with their hands close to their pants, as if they would not wave their hands. The white saber was pressed against their arms and leaned against their shoulders, and reflected dazzling white light from time to time. They led rows of zombies towards them without saying a word.

The swords in front of the zombie platoon are as bright as a wall, and the slender bayonets are lined up in neat sword lines. In such a strange situation, how can people lose their souls without seeing them?

At this moment, Li Mingchang seemed to have forgotten where he was. His gun tip pointed at the demon man 20 meters away, but his feet couldn't move at all. His ears were filled with demon music, and he couldn't hear anything. It seemed that their adults were running in front of him, and then a horse whip twitched into his neck. Li Mingchang let go of one of the hands holding the gun, touched it in his neck, and reached it in front of him and saw that his superior was yelling at him, but his mouth was wide open, and there was no sound at all. His horse whip pointed at the zombies with blood in front of Li Mingchang.

Not knowing where he was, Li Mingchang slowly followed the crowd mechanically and rushed down the hill, as if he was driftwood wrapped in by the abortion.

Then the zombie team stopped, and the leaders of the corpse drove the strange white sword that was pressing on their shoulders at them. "Feer!" screams came one after another, and suddenly bursts of black smoke rose in front of them.

The ground under his feet seemed to be covered with mud and could not run, while the ground in front seemed to be covered with watermelon skin. The people running in front slid up to the ground one by one. Soon the crowd began to run back towards the top of the hill. Li Mingchang, holding the spear, made a bend in front of a bunch of bayonets like a sleepwalking, and followed his brother back, his ears filled with invisible chirping sounds flying by around him.

When Li Mingchang came to his senses, he was already leaning under an old tree. Two horses beside him were eating dew-filled grass. When he turned his head, he saw that Uncle San was also leaning on the tree to take a nap, while the sun was rising in the east in front of him.
Chapter completed!