This was a noise coming from behind. Zhao Feibai took a look and said, "Call us back." Fu Qing's eyes became evil, and the corners of his eyes turned red. He felt that he could not control his impulse. He said, "Big man, did you see the golden general? My brothers went up to get him."

Mo Yibai quickly dissuaded, "No, no, Young Marshal, you are trying your life."

"Brother Qing, you violate the order in front of the formation and follow the rules to be executed. Let's go back. It's not fun to be killed by your own people. You are the young man." Zhao Feibai also persuaded half-jokingly.

Lu Yan and Fang Tian swung his painting halberd, "If you are afraid of death, go back, I will go with the young man."

Fu Qing shook the reins, and the young master's temper became flushed, and two heat surged out of his nose. He spoke quickly. He immediately finished a lot of words and rushed out. "My second cousin is afraid that he only let the imperial guards go back. He doesn't sing gold and only sing flags. It must be that reinforcements are coming to attack. After all, the imperial guards are the emperor's treasure army. They are not good on the face of losing too many things. Moreover, the Washington people are good. My second cousin doesn't want to offend you. Do you want this credit? The Golden Armor General will die today, and I just want to kill him."

"Fuck, I'm going to die. Today I'll try my best to play with you." Mo Yibai spitted. The task given by his master was really awkward. If I had known that fool Qiushi would come, I would be just right to match Dama Lu."

Under the leadership of Washington, the large imperial guards began to charge back, and no one noticed the right wing team.

Zhao Feibai squeezed his legs and his pupils into his blood. He grabbed the sword of the horse with both hands and continued to follow Lu Yan on the right side. There were about a hundred people behind him, all of whom were old subordinates of the Shenwu Army, familiar with Lu Yan, and the descendants of the God of War were famous throughout the army. Because of Lu Yan, they already knew that the leader of the Shenwu Army was the Young Marshal. In the northwest, Sailing Ye and returning to the Imperial Army, how could it be possible to follow the Young Marshal and fight out a bloody path.

The sea of ​​people in front of Fu Qing was endless, and the sound of bowstrings sounded, screams came from behind. The little blood seemed so insignificant in the snow trampled by the horse's hooves. Life disappeared, the Chengying Sword was slightly red, and the hostility was visible to Fu Qing's body. Fu Qing's qi and blood were churning, the blood became hotter and hotter, and his eyes became colder.

Lu Yan slowed down his horse stance, and the cavalry behind him slowly formed a horizontal line. Lu Yan raised the Fangtian Painted Riven, inserted it behind the horse, and raised a short halberd. All the cavalry gathered their maces and pulled out the horizontal sword neatly. The cavalry charged the infantry, and the linear charge was the best choice. If a big knife cut into the enemy formation, there was no need to command. The soldiers of the Shenwu Army naturally knew how to do it. At this time, they could see the elite of the Shenwu Army. Facing the rigorous formation and several times that of their own, the team of less than 200 people gathered together and charged without fear. It is said that the Shenwu Army is the most flexible army and never fought to the death. It seems that they still lack understanding. This large army assault was actually a team composed of a team of defeated Shenwu Army. It was like a sharp blade, piercing into the barbarian army.

The two armies were in battle, and at this time the Shenwu Army was no longer silent. The horizontal sword was slashed out with force as the soldiers roared, or the weapons were connected, making a harsh metal friction sound, or directly bringing bright red to knock the enemy down.

Lu Yan stabbed out like lightning, poked an infantryman's forehead, and the long halberd tip pierced from behind the head, stretched up, scattering a ball of blood mist on the enemy's head, slashing horizontally, and then slashing down another head. The enemy may be too nervous. After the head fell, his body fell, and blood spurted high, spraying Zhao Feibai's face, dazzling red, like a ball of fire burning Zhao Feibai's chest, murderous intent buried his chest, the galloping war horse, and the waving weapons were deeply imprinted in Zhao Feibai's eyes. He shouted, and the big knife swung left and right, and blood flew everywhere.

The cavalry did not go straight to the Golden Armor General, but was detouring left and right. The enemy's Golden Armor General had already begun to retreat. The Qin army had already begun to set off attacking formations, with extremely sharp edges. Although the barbarian army was brave, they suffered a lot of losses in this period. Siege was not a decisive battle. Seeing that the Qin Dynasty completely ignored the retreat, it was expected that there was an army to help. The barbarian army retreated without any disintegration. The army slowly retreated, in a stylish and orderly manner.

Fu Qing took a breath and accelerated violently. Zhao Feibai, Lu Yan, Mo Yibai followed closely, and the four of them headed straight for the golden-armored general. For half a quarter of an hour, Zhao Feibai felt as long as a day, and there were waving weapons everywhere, screaming everywhere. Although Zhao Feibai's face turned a little pale, his heart was getting more and more excited. His heart was about to jump out of his chest. The team of people, whether it was people or horses, were stained with blood. Some places were red and black. When he saw it, he could not see whether he was injured or the enemy's blood.

This general of the Golden Armor is not sure what position he has in the barbarian army. Whether his kung fu is powerful or not, how many people can guard him, whether he can kill him, will he rush forward and divide the few people into pieces, Fu Qing will not think about it, and Lu Yan will not think about it, only Zhao Feibai thought about it at the beginning, and then put it behind his mind. During the battle, you are distracted. All you have to do is kill one, kill another one.

The Golden Armored General was close at hand. Fu Qing stood up from the horse's back, his eyes were red, and with force, he flew over a row of long spears, stepped on the head, and quickly approached the Golden Armored General's chariot. Lu Yan lay on the horse's back, drove the horse to accelerate, followed Fu Qing's footsteps, and the halberd quickly spread out and cut off the head of the gun. Mo Yibai had already discovered Fu Qing's abnormality. Seeing Fu Qing rushing forward and leaving the horse's back, he also glared and jumped up from the horse's back.

A big roc spread its wings, Mo Yimu sword swirled a circle in his hand, staring at the masters guarding the Golden Armor General, and shouting while fighting, "Feibai, that white-clothed tall man, go and pester him." Feibai responded, carrying a knife straight up, Mo Yibai fought against three, and the close-range miscellaneous soldiers were suppressed by Lu Yan. Zhao Feibai tried hard to fight one, Fu Qing grabbed the chariot, grabbed the golden pill, and waved the Chengying Sword, and the head of the Golden Armor General fell down.

Yang Shaoyu waved his hand on the city tower, and the army's charge sounded, whimpering, whimpering, echoing in a long time, and the four gates on the west side of Saiye City were all opened, and the entire army attacked.

The cavalry, a mace, was pitch black, coming out from both wings, shaking the earth. Infantry, spear formation, big heads, swords and shields, were the second, roaring and roaring. The soldiers seemed to want to vent all the humiliation of these days, go forward bravely, and sacrifice their lives.

The Golden Armor General was obviously an important figure. The barbarian army retreated, and his guards came forward instead, and they were all putting life and death aside. It seemed that as the Golden Armor General, they let the chief general die in battle, and they could not escape death when they returned. Hundreds of people surrounded Fu Qing and they were surrounded. Mo Yibai beat and scolded him. He had never seen him in such a mess before, and he was a little breathless, "Little bastard, I really think he has a long life. Didn't I just lose my power? You'd say it if you want to commit suicide. I don't know which door you can get crazy. Come with you to join in the fun. Juzi is also blind, so why did he fall in love with you?"

Zhao Feibai jumped off the horse with murderous intent in his heart, and he was extremely regretful now. If there was no horse on the battlefield and he was trapped in the enemy formation, it would be like he was dead. "Brother Bai, you said that these are useless. What should I do now? The enemy is crazy."

"Be brothers in the next life, I think the four of us will die on the same year, month and day."

Lu Yan spat, "Brother Bai, don't be so pessimistic. The Yang family army rushed up, hold on for a while."

"I am not pessimistic at all, tragic," Zhao Feibai continued.

"Get out, you kid, I'm talking to Brother Yibai, why are you talking?" Lu Yan said angrily, and a halberd split an enemy in half, and his intestines flew across.

"Stop quarreling, make a circle, one side of each person," Mo Yibai roared.

Fu Qing's eyes were red and he didn't care about speaking. He had a sword, a life, a life, and a sword, and it turned into an irrational machine. The enemy's golden armor general died, and some of them began to be in chaos. The overall situation was still good. It seemed that this golden armor general was not an important figure. I wonder if Lishan had a high status. Fu Qing stepped in the circle, and several people retreated little by little.

Suddenly, the enemies around began to get messy, and a huge sword like a sewing needle reflected into the eyes. Beiting's first killer god? After the strike, the four of them could not rush out. Zhao Feibai began to despair. The four of them were all attracted by the killer god Sima Hong. In the barbarian army, their strong bows were pulled away. This man was the barbarian army's number one archer, famous archer in the Western Regions, Wanqi Kuangzhan.

The bowstring broke through the air with a whistle. Zhao Fei looked good and shouted, "Be careful, Young Marshal." He pushed Fu Qing away, but it was still one step late. The bowstring was extremely fast and there was no time to aim at Fu Qing's heart. Fortunately, Zhao Feibai pushed it, and it was very dangerous. The bow and arrow came out of Fu Qing's shoulder blades, and the huge force brought Fu Qing up and fell heavily. He did not die on the spot. Fu Qing's eyes turned black and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Fu Qing took a breath, turned over, knelt on the ground, supported it with the Chengying Sword, so that he would not lie on the ground, with his eyes wide open and panting.

Mo Yibai's eyes turned red and he stopped talking. He took out the medicine powder from his arms and slapped Fu Qing's wound. Lu Yan also silently grabbed Fang Tian's painting halberd and surrounded Fu Qing with Mo Yibai and Zhao Feibai. Mo Yibai said, "He is unconscious and is ready to save people. If he can't save them, we don't have to leave."

The three of them were ready to die. Anyway, they had already killed enough money, so how many could they change. Fu Qing opened his eyes in blood, regardless of the wounds pierced on his shoulders, and roared, "Ah!!!", and continued to rush out.

(End of this chapter)
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