Chapter 52 Kings and Generals

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"Burning City...Burning City..." The general muttered to himself, as if he was still immersed in the unparalleled power of the mysterious man just now. Indeed, the scene was so terrible that it was even inconceivable that a person could destroy the shield wall that was helpless in an instant, and even the wall of the erratic city that was more than 20 feet high and nearly ten feet thick behind the shield wall was cracked. The general looked at the terrible cracks in the wall, and the chill in his heart became more and more... Is this the power of the magician? Is that the kind of person who wants to kill him? No, it's not a human. This has gone beyond the category of 'human'. The power gathered by the man when he chanted the spell is like the only eternal existence in the universe. Any force must worship him. Is this... God?

The killing sound of the Chinasi warriors shocked the sky, and the fierce riding warriors became excited. They roared while charging: "Tengli God - Tengli God..." The warriors regarded the mysterious man just now as their creator, which was the god who was protecting them, and the gods opened the obstacles to the ethereal city for them. At this time, the god They are standing with them to destroy the city together.

Bear the battlefield, the king Bo Rite sat on the war horse, looked at the Alatan warehouse standing next to him, and asked, "What was that just now? Alatan warehouse, what do you think..."

The gloomy and silent leader of the tycoon horse held the dragon tongue bow in his hand tighter, as if he could feel at ease with the weapon. After a long time, he said, "I don't know, God or the devil, I can't tell! However, he just stood by our side, which is our god, the devil of Mengyang people... But the heart of God can't be guessed. Maybe he will become our devil, the god of Mengyang people the next moment..."

The king stroked the mane of his war horse. This is his second war horse. The first war horse died when it attacked the light armor brigade in Yining City. He said slowly, "I suddenly feel that someone is leading this war. They are deliberately balancing the forces of all sides, and our Mengyang fight. They are looking down! Even the game between Mengyang princes is under the control of the leader... But who will it be?" The king looked up at the hazy sky. The sky in the east was slightly brighter, and the clouds were slightly milky white. Then he turned his head to look at the northern sky. His eyes were far and quiet, as if he wanted to cross thousands of miles and see the grassland of their hometown.

"There is no time to wait any longer. End this war and go back to the grassland as soon as possible!" The king said, "I feel very uneasy... In fact, we should stop killing the city. The grain gold we robbed along the way is enough for us to deal with this winter... Mengyang has maintained extreme restraint on us. As long as we don't move the city, they will open one eye and close one eye. But in the end, I became greedy and wanted to kill into the erratic city and create the same glory as the god of war. If Shen Guo hadn't joined hands, I think I would only deter Mengyang outside the city and leave... But now..."

"It's hard to get off the tiger!" Alatancang said simply! His words have always been so concise, but they are often the best to hit the nail on the head.

However, this also shows the sad side of Mengyang warriors. It takes several warriors to be equal to the enemy's combat strength. Finally, Mengyang's death and injuries are even greater. This is also the first battle of Yining City, when only thousands of people died, while the Yeguo Light Armor Brigade suffered more than 20,000 casualties... The absolute gap in combat strength is still difficult to make up for...

The vigorous riding and slashing, their screams were extremely excited, as if they wanted to exert the courage of the heroic warriors who died tragically.

A thousand captain was fighting against a vigorous horse alone. The warrior who could be a thousand captain were all capable. He could hold the end of the broken armored gun in one hand and push the gun straight out. The armored gun was like a poisonous dragon, roaring at the chest of the red-minded warrior. At the moment when the gun came out, his body bent back like a bow. He held the end of the gun with his right hand. The whole body and the gun were like a full bow. The body of a thousand captain's body was a bow, and the two-meter-long armored gun was an arrow. At the moment of firing the gun, the gun was like an arrow from the string, and the power that burst out at the moment when his waist and limbs were straight would weigh more than 20 The jin armor-breaking gun pushed forward at such a terrible speed.

The heavy armor of the fierce riding warrior was on his arm, and the heavy * could not be recovered in time to block the gun. Even if the knife could be recovered, I'm afraid the knife would be penetrated by this stab! The fierce riding warrior's face hidden under his armor was ferocious and unwilling, and he roared angrily and broke in his chest. The poisonous dragon-like stab of the armor-pierced gun undoubtedly penetrated his armor. The head of the three fronts shattered the organs of his chest, and the blood flowed out along the blood groove on the head of the three guns, bursting a dazzling blood flower.

He shouted sadly, and his voice was extremely tragic. The warriors around him stopped to recover and looked at the two people here. Mengyang's commander smiled cruelly, holding the wrist at the end of the armor-breaking gun, and the head of the three-pin gun that fell into the chest of the powerful riding warrior also rotated, and twisted a big hole in the warrior's chest. Thousands of captains collected their guns and rode warriors and fell off their horses. The whole process is less than a breath.

Thousands of people bent like a bow, and the long gun was an arrow, and then fiercely shot the gun. The gun was like a dragon. After riding the heavy armor, he vigorously stirred the barrel and shook the viscera. The whole movement was flowing, but it was murderous. I have to let the heroic warriors be careful. How can there be no hero?

The amazing force of the commander immediately attracted two powerful mounted warriors to encircle and suppress it. Five feet * opened and closed, hitting the barrel of the armored gun, shaking the commander's arm in a crushing sharp pain. He gritted his teeth and persisted - behind him was the erratic city, and they had no room to retreat. Since the shield wall was destroyed by the demon-like man just now, they have lost their last support, and now they can only fight back! He is the commander and the absolute elite on the battlefield. His sense of honor as a samurai will not allow him to retreat at all.

With a sound, the commander's gun was opened by a right-wing attacking horse. The armor-breaking gun was too long and heavy. The commander's body was tilted by the gun, and the whole side was in a huge neutral. Another vigorous rider seized the opportunity to raise his knife and cut it down--

"Is there no room for rotation?" Looking at the vigorous riding *breaking cut down, he silently thought that his body was still twisted by the gun, and he could not adjust his body to avoid this knife, which was a must-kill knife!

Suddenly, the nearest Mengyang warrior rushed over as quickly as a leopard, filled the gap on the side of the thousand-man, raised the knife in his hand under the fierce horse with a tragic ghost roar, and held the fierce knife and saved the life of thousands of the commanders.

But the strength of the condescending knife on horse riding was too great. The Mengyang warrior was hit on one knee and knelt down and hummed in pain! After the two knives fought, Mengyang Samurai's machete shook slightly and collapsed. The heroic warrior picked up the war horse. As the horse's hoof fell, he used his strength to cut it again and split the head of the Mengyang warrior into two pieces from the center with a knife.

The beast-like fury enveloped the heart of the commander. He quickly stepped back a few steps, distanced himself from the two heroic riders who besieged him, and then once again gathered his momentum like a bow. The armor-breaking gun roared to the chest of the heroic warrior. The gun was violent and penetrated through the heavy armor of the vigorous riding again. Like the action just now, he violently turned the barrel of the gun. The three spearheads made a hole in the chest of the horse. He did not pull out his long gun, bullied himself, split the * in the hands of the vigorous warrior, and then cut off against the sword of another vigorous rider. He held a knife in his hands and cut it out from the bottom up. He cut off the huge head of the horse obliquely. The horse fell to the ground and came down with the heroic warrior on the horse's back. The warrior struggled to pull out the pressed horse leg from the heavy horse corpse, but the commander would not give him another chance. He saw the heavy * cut off his neck and accurately cut into the seam between the breastplate and helmet. The head of the warrior was cut off like his horse, thrown high into the sky, and the headless body was still maintained. In a fighting posture, a column of blood spewed out of the broken neck, like a scarlet fountain.

The thousand-fu chief wiped the blood on his face. Looking back at the Mengyang warrior who blocked him with a knife, he looked at his young face split in half, and there was no trace of life in his wide eyes. He only had time to take a look and tried his best to remember the appearance of the warrior who blocked his sword at this moment, but he understood that it was just a delusion. He smiled silently and was lonely with a blood-stained smile.

But his smile froze on his face in an instant, and his eyes widened painfully round, and his incredible expression was the last expression before his death. He turned his head with difficulty, and a dark arrow rod pierced his back. The white arrow feathers were stained with scarlet by his blood. He fell down powerlessly and merged with the many remains on the battlefield, adding another layer of bones to the wall base of the city...

I saw a sting warrior behind him holding a big bow, and his eyes under his high eyebrows were deep and indifferent. The strings of the big bow are still vibrating, and the buzzing sound is like the life song of death.

A hoarse and vicissitudes voice said, "Alatancang, I am very optimistic about this Mengyang warrior, and I still want to have two hands with him. Since I can kill three magnificent riders on my own strength, it will definitely heat up the blood in my old man's veins... Alas, will I die under your bow like this?"

Alatan put down the bow in his hand with a blank face, sat on the horse, looked behind the king, and said, "Your Majesty, the one behind you should be more suitable for lighting the wolf blood in your body..."

The king turned his head and saw a figure in moon-white armor coming with a sword in his hand. His eyes were as calm as the starry sky, his face was calm and indifferent, which was particularly incompatible on the bloody battlefield. But when he came over, the fierce warriors around him couldn't help making way, as if the warrior's cold murderous intention would cut them.

King Chi. His naked chest straightened up excitedly, and his dry lips gently opened and said hoarsely, "General Zhentian of Mengyang... Sure enough, we met again!"