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[Text] Chapter 160: Killing General

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Qiqige was also a warrior when he was young, but as time went by, wine, beauty, and power began to erode his once strong body as the logic became stronger. His courage gradually grew as his belly began to diminish. When he saw the black evil that was shaking the desert came, his first thought was not to fight, but to escape.)

He still had thousands of troops, but at this moment, the entire army was in chaos. The enemy had only more than one hundred cavalrymen, but it rushed his troops into pieces. The hundreds of infantrymen on the other side were like tigers and wolves, smashing everything that stood in front of them. He had soldiers, but he could not organize effective resistance. In any direction, there would be more than dozens of cavalrymen gathering, which would immediately attract the attention of the hundred-man cavalry, and then charge and kill.

After several repetitions, the Mongolian army finally began to escape, and the formation became even more scattered. The embarrassing Mongolian army even dispersed some of the troops that were being organized at the farthest.

Hearing the horse's hooves getting closer and closer behind him, Qiqige drew a bow and arrow, turned around, and shot an arrow. The arrow was like a meteor. At the moment of life and death, Qiqige burst out the energy in his whole body, shooting an arrow that he could still shoot at his peak, whether it was accurate or force. With an arrow shot, Qiqige immediately accelerated and ran away, and at the same time drew a second arrow.

Facing the whistling arrow, Yun Zhao had no intention of dodging. He just raised Yi Shuihan and crossed the knife surface. With a crisp sound, the feather arrow shot straight on Yi Shuihan's knife surface. His wrists numbed slightly. Yun Zhao's face showed a grim smile, and his heel gently knocked Wu Yunzhaixue's abdomen.

Accelerate! Wuyuntaxue exerted force with all his limbs and rushed forward. He jumped up in the air and jumped for more than a foot, barely reaching the ponytail in front of him. His mouth opened. Wuyuntaxue bit the tail of the horse in front and pulled it hard. The horse suddenly stood up with a long neighing sound.

At this moment, Qiqige turned around and the big bow in his hand had been pulled open. Seeing Yun Zhao who was so close to him, his face suddenly turned white. A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the arrow of the feather arrow and the bowstrings broke with the sound of the sound of the sound. Qiqige immediately reached out to pull out the sword at his waist, and the cold light flashed in front of him again.

Qiqige felt a sudden chill on his neck. Suddenly he felt that he was flying very high. He saw the big black horse carrying the evil god and still running forward. He saw countless Mengqi running away in a panic. He saw the city gate. His troops were still crowding there. He saw a headless corpse falling down from a war horse.

My eyes went dark and my thoughts fell to this point.

Their character, the clan leader of the clan is dead!

Zion and Rava escaped early and quickly. With the riots, they rushed desperately. At the time of their desperation, they turned around and saw their huge heads flying high, and the blood rising into the sky was so dazzling. The dark horse was still approaching them.

Hurry, hurry up! The two wanted to run farther away from Yun Zhao because they saw that the longbow in Yun Zhao's hand had been raised, but the bad thing was that they had fleeing troops in front and back, blocking their way out very hard. Even if the war horses under their crotch were much stronger than these soldiers, they could not play their advantages.

The two of them had red eyes, and they pulled out the sharp scimitar from their waists at the same time, and slashed at a soldier standing in front. The Mongolian army screamed and fell down, but they didn't even think about why their leader suddenly killed them.

The two of them raised their swords to open the way, and they actually exerted their combat power by 10% of them. Yun Zhao, who was behind them, was stunned when he saw this scene. The raised bow and arrow slowly lowered. Such a person no longer needed him to kill.

With the two patriarchs taking the lead, the Mongolian army who were running away immediately followed suit. Anyone who stood in front would be cut over with one knife, as long as they could run faster.

Yun Zhao turned the Pojun and aimed at the Mongolian generals with better armor and luxurious clothes. With the sound of sounds, these people fell off the horse one by one.

More than one hundred cavalry and more than three hundred infantry actually chased thousands of Mongolian cavalry to escape on the snow field at this moment. In the stone fort, Su Dingfang was covered in blood. The place where he stood was the last fortress. Behind him, there were less than one hundred soldiers. There were only ten Mo Dao Hands beside him, and they were all covered in scars and bloodstains. Even himself, the heavy armor, was covered in scars. No matter how hard the armor was, it could not withstand the continuous chopping, and some places had been torn apart.

He had just led his dozens of Mo Dao Hands to launch a recoil, killing dozens of enemies who were attacking. The price he paid was that the two Mo Dao Hands remained outside the wall forever.

Looking at the dense Mongolian army on the city wall and looking at the more enemies coming towards them, Su Dingfang leaned on the Mo Dao and turned around, "Brothers, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!" more than a hundred people hissed.

"Okay, don't be afraid, you are all good. Follow me and fight out and kill all these ***!" Su Dingfang raised the Mo knife in his hand and turned out the wall. Ten Mo knife hands came out one after another, lined up next to him and behind him. More soldiers rushed out with big sword spears and surrounded them.

"Kill the enemy!" Su Dingfang roared and advanced forward with great strides.

"Kill!" The soldiers behind him let out a low roar and walked forward firmly. This section of the road will be their last section. Perhaps, if they can't walk to the city gate, they will all be buried on this road.

Above the city, the Mongolian army raised their bows and arrows to them. In front of them, the shiny sabers were like a forest of swords, but more than a hundred remaining troops walked forward without any hesitation.

A shocking shout suddenly broke out outside the city. The Mongolian army above the city turned around and showed an extremely strange expression on his face. Then the expression turned into horror. When he noticed the abnormality, Su Dingfang suddenly raised his hand. "Stop!" He shouted loudly, and everyone stopped.

After listening carefully, Su Dingfang showed a look of surprise on his face. When there was a war outside the city, a friendly army came over. Although he could not see the specific situation outside the city, looking at the appearance of the Mongolian army above the city, he knew that the situation outside was beneficial to his side.

"Retreat!" Su Ding Fang Mo's sword swung around and began to retreat towards the barricade. He knew he would die before, so he wanted to go crazy again when he was dying, but now he had hope of living, but he was unwilling to take these more than a hundred remaining soldiers to die.

When Su Dingfang retreated, he saw that the enemy was rushing out of the city, whether above the city head or at the city gate.

"Sir, sir, the enemy is retreating. Let's take advantage of the situation and fight back against them!" A Mo Dao hand said in surprise.

"It's not the time!" Su Dingfang said: "There are still many people in the city. If we fight out now, they will still fight beasts. Our more than a hundred people have been fighting all day long, and they have been exhausted. They are definitely not the opponents of this group of Mongolian soldiers. If the opponent is anxious to jump over the wall, we will die many brothers. I don't know which friendly army is coming outside. We can't let their efforts be in vain. Wait a minute, when these people have left the city and have a way to escape, we will fight out."

"I understand, sir!" The Mo Dao Hand nodded. It was like a siege of the city. He always wanted to leave a wall for his opponent to escape, so that his opponent would have hope of escape, and instead would break the city more easily. If he sieges all over the world, the city would lose hope of escape and fight to the death, but it would often cause great harm to the siege.

Seizing the rare opportunity to breathe, the group of soldiers who had fought for the whole day quickly recovered their strength. Su Dingfang tried hard to listen to the shouts of killing outside the city.

There should be cavalry and infantry coming to the rescue. Where did they come from? Su Dingfang couldn't understand for a moment. Although Anqing was very close to him, it was impossible to send reinforcements because they had no one. Tanzhou could not count on him. Su Dingfang looked at the vast Bayankala Mountain behind the stone fort. Could it be that the army of Yizhou? In such a season when the mountains were covered with heavy snow, they came through the mountains? It's impossible! Pan Haoran, the governor of Yizhou, did not send a soldier and a soldier across Bayankala Mountain when Anqing was still as stable as a rock. How could he send troops over in this harsh environment?

Su Dingfang couldn't figure it out and waved his head. He was too lazy to think about it anymore. There was nothing better than surviving. He stared at Meng Jun who was retreating out like a tide, and pinched Mo Dao tightly with his hands.

Two-thirds of the Mongolian army, who had entered the city to attack, retreated, and the remaining people were also crowding near the city gate. Su Dingfang jumped up, "It's now, brothers, follow me!"

He trotted Mo Dao all the way to kill the city gate. Beside him were ten remaining Mo Dao players.

The heavy Mo Dao raised it and slashed it down at the same time. Blood was rolling around. Near the city gate, and in the blink of an eye, blood flowed into a river. The Mongolian army, who was still crowded at the city gate, fell near the city wall like snow melt under Su Dingfang's attack. More soldiers rushed up, slashed with swords, axes, and spears, and everyone vented their anger to their hearts.

There were bursts of cheers outside the city, which was the enemy's cheers, which made the Mongolian army in the city even more panicked. They couldn't see clearly what was going on outside, but since the enemy was cheering and shouting, they were naturally at a disadvantage.

The Mongolian army in the city rushed out of the city, but what was greeted was not a free running and a wide road, but an army with neat steps, lances more than three meters long and fierce eyes. At the front of these people, a big man like a black bear dragged an iron stick, laughing loudly, and with just one stick, he slapped a general of Meng to the ground, and his head was shattered like a watermelon.

The bear and tiger raised their sabre high, "Kill!" The sabre pointed in front of the sabre, and more than 300 gunmen shouted in unison, erecting their spears, slowly approaching forward. Jiang Xu had already rushed into the Mongolian army with an iron rod.

Behind him was the city wall, and there was nowhere to retreat. He could have retreated to the city, but at this time, inside the cave in the city gate, ten extremely vicious Modao hands were pushing out step by step. Every time he slashed, flesh and blood were flying everywhere. (..)

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