Chapter 80 Under the Sack Castle

30,000 military sergeants placed under the Sack Castle and looked at this not-tight castle, and they showed a bloodthirsty desire.

The man standing in front of them held a huge cutting horse in his hand, shining silver in the sun, reflecting a dazzling light, which was the signal of attack.

The heroic warriors charged forward, which was the outbreak of Dawu's anger. It was the glory of a warrior and the triumphant song of the knight.

Charge forward, huge square wood, infinite crowd, huge city car, slowly moving towards the castle.

The soldiers in the castle gritted their teeth, and they were familiar with all the achievements of this army in front of them. This is the army of heresy. Their good fighting is as well as their notoriety.

Since the city of Cortez was destroyed, since the sacred was trampled, and since the priests came here to preach the greatness of God,

Although afraid, although worried, although unwilling,

But they never retreated. They decided to defend the army of here, just because they were messengers of justice.

The arrows are as follows, power, that's the roar of the warrior, anger, will burn all over Kyushu, that is the sad cry of the passing of life,

One by one, the corpses are like the sky, as if the spiritual leaders of all things have become the most valuable existence between heaven and earth. The broken limbs and arms piled up infinitely there, and the wall has long turned into a pond of flesh and blood.

With a neat step, you are an unprecedented warrior, as if you have lost your pain, you hold up the steel shield in your hand, you move forward bravely, and you have never taken a step back,

In front is victory. I have never retreated, I have never regretted, and I have never been afraid, because this is the glory of soldiers and the virtue of knights.

Impact, this is a blend of blood and fire. One side is for faith, one side is for glory, one side relies on a strong city, and the other side is brave, all of which have never retreated.

When the neat Wufang array rushed into the city, it seemed that for a moment, there was no time to block it,

Countless arrows flew out of the head of the city, and the whole phalanx seemed to welcome the bloody rain. The sky was full of red raindrops, which was a blood drill.

The sun is like fire, the wind is infinite, the rage is unbearable, and the ambition is in the sky. Is this the battlefield?

The ladder was set up, and the army rushed up. Everything was so simple, but it was so not easy. Tang Feng in the back looked at it, and his fingers were almost clenched white. He was a little anxious.

This small Sack Fort has lost more than a thousand troops. Although the enemy's losses are estimated to be twice as large, Tang Feng's purpose this time is not to fight or kill people, but to plunder supplies.

What's more, two of the great warriors were killed in the battle, which made Tang Feng extremely regretful.

You should know that on this strange land, any great warrior is precious, and in the battle just now, it means that two other great warriors sleep in this exotic land.

After conquering Cortez City, they almost lost all the supplies they deserved in a fire. Later, when they invaded the territory of Poly, they found that there were almost no people and no storage. Even the water source became a problem. Under the organization of the church, those The sheep-like people have learned to resist.

When I saw those people with farm tools for the first time, the Dawu army laughed. Was it a mockery? Some untrained sheep also dared to fight with lions.

It took no effort to solve the mob with the weapons in their hands, but the next thing made them laugh no longer,

Countless people do everything they can in any place, anywhere, in any way. They are not ordinary people. They are like saints who do not hesitate to die in mythology.

What makes these people so powerful? What makes them willing to lose their lives? What makes them so crazy?

Is it faith, habit, and role model?

When the ridicule of the Great Armed Forces becomes bitter, when the ease of the Great Armed Forces turns into casualties, and when the progress of the Great Armed Forces becomes difficult, at this time, their heroism in the face of these people who are not afraid of death seems to be so equal. Their fearlessness, in the face of the fanatical crowd, as if they have never existed, their morale, In the face of a group of crazy people, it is unreasonable, coupled with the situation of hunger and thirst, for the first time, the Dawu army faced a different opponent.

They may not be the most powerful, but they are the most resilient.

Today, Tang Feng and others came to Sack Fort. He has made up his mind that he must conquer here, because after this, it will be the rich Yaxi City, the granary of Poly, the countless grain and fodder materials. They have been out for more than half a month, but they have almost nothing. .

Today, Sackburg must be captured. Thinking of this, Tang Feng moved.

He raised his machete and came to the battlefield. Countless armies were crazy, and the sound of "mighty" resounded through the world. It was a soldier's fanatical worship of his general.

"Kill." Without any extra words, Tang Feng, who was not particularly tall, came to the battlefield and rushed into the crowd.

The oncoming boulder can't hurt me at all. My heart is full of the power of blood. Come on, come on, come on,

Let the sword in my hand thirst for blood, let my soul burn, and smell that strange fanaticism,

Cheers, right? Countless people are cheering for me. What a majestic man is. Isn't that the reason why a good man was born in the world?

At this moment, let us forget the secular worries, forget the rules of the world, and forget the ups and downs of superiority and inferiority,

At this moment, only soldiers, only soldiers, only warriors, and only the bloody blood can interpret that feeling,

Tang Feng broke through to the wall with almost crazy courage, fanatical desire and strong strength,

When he climbed up, he faced countless crowds,

What a terrible scene it is. Countless people have lost their ideals. Is it a priest? You hold an axe and hammer in your hand and a holy book in your hand.

What are you in the singer? Is that the glory of God? Before countless people are brave under your call, then die, die, and let my sword end your life.

Tang Feng is a heroic priest who moves towards the priest. Why don't you have fear? Are you being martyred and dying because of faith? Do you think it is a great happiness? Oh,

runs through your chest. Why do you show a smiling face? When I look back, I find that the corpses everywhere seem to be talking about desolation.

You fell, but you did not fail. More people rushed up, and the heroic army was repulsed on the frontal battlefield for the first time. What kind of power is this?

Tang Feng was flying and shaping the most beautiful flowers in the world, but he suddenly found that there was hostility around him. The anger burned as if it could melt steel,

Incredible, unimaginable, incomprehenible, is this still a weak civilian? They bite with their teeth, they jump, and they kill themselves with their lives.

What is the feeling of being alone on the battlefield? Tang Feng felt that there are enemies around him. Although the huge knife and gun can't be hurt, the impact is still painful.

The Dawu army is looking forward to the return of its own general, and the garrison of Sackburg will do its best to stop the largest heresy in the world of St. Lan.

I can't stay any longer. Tang Feng made a roundabout and hit the steel gun in the sky with his own body. The wound that could not be made had great pain.

Go, this is the feeling of Tang Feng at this moment. For many years, the Dawu Army has not been so hindered. How long has it been? How long has it been since I am not as embarrassed as it is today?

Draging the two defenders and jumping off the wall, the huge impact, the two defenders who became meat pads turned into mud, and the disgusting flesh and flesh were stained all over their bodies. However, Tang Feng didn't care at all. He threw away the broken meat on his body and completely ignored the head of the city head of the city. He raised the cutting knife in his hand and aimed at the retreat. The slightly decadent 30,000 warriors roared like beasts. Suddenly, the whole battlefield was full of roars, and there was no sound of people. Suddenly.

Tang Feng turned his head, and his eyes stared at the wall. The indifferent murder and anger in his eyes, even though he was a believer in the city, still felt a trace of trembling in his heart. For a moment, the battlefield suddenly quieted down, and Tang Feng's black clothes collapsed by blood. At this time , it seems to be so weird.

At the top of the city, the defenders silently cleaned up. When they came to the killed priest, they suddenly found that there was no pain on the priest's face, but a pleasant smile, which could be called warmth.

Everyone was moved by this. Countless such unnamed priests have built the great prestige of the Holy See in Poly in thousands of years of wars.

When night comes, the early spring, which is not warm at all, reveals a kind of warm-blooded mood.

Under the brightly lit city, the crescent moon hung in the sky like a knife, as if it predicted that tonight would not be calm.

It was another moment of battle. Tang Feng looked at the city silently, took a deep breath, looked at Chu An, who had been impatient for a long time, and said, "Be careful."

The excited face looked so red under the reflection of the fire. He held a long knife in his hand, as if he were an unstoppable general in ancient times. He led a group of military forces to attack at night.

However, how did the night attack succeed at such a night? When the sad horn sounded at the head of the city, is this a battle with a changed taste?

The brave two sides are waiting for each other's collapse. This is a struggle for endurance. Tang Feng's palms are sweating. He still has the bottom card, but is it time to use it?

At the head of the city, the huge sound of chanting made the battlefield cover the sacred atmosphere. Under the head of the city, the sound of glory added great strength to countless warriors.

The two sides crossed together again, and the scarred city hair made a sound of pain. Countless lives dissipated between heaven and earth, but it seemed to have become the embellishment of the picture scroll, Chu An, this giant man.

The huge long knife harvests life, his body, his flesh and blood, his soul, excited and trembles. Every great military sergeant has a natural desire for battle,

A knife is waved, the head is separated, a knife is split, the human intestines are broken, and a knife is taken horizontally, turning into a dead soul.

This is the battlefield, not the arena, there is no fancy, there are only killing skills, violent warriors, and cruel scenes.

However, this seemingly fragile city is using its persistence to tell these arrogant military forces that I have never succumbed.

It fell overnight, and the bodies were all over the wild, but the smoke was still there.

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