Chapter 193 War is like this

When Saranick looked at the information in his hand, his hand was clenched with white hair, and the short words on it told him an unbelievable news.

Rister died, Sisyphus ascended the throne, Catherine followed Tang Feng, and the most unacceptable news was the cooperation between Puo and Cangyue, which made the king feel a kind of fooled ridicule. Who is he, the supreme king of Golden Poly? When was he played and applauded like this? It's ridiculous that he thought he was extremely intelligent, but in the end, he found that the stupidest person was himself.

Everything is understandable. He let the flames swallow this information. He looked at the sky from afar, the country was picturesque, and the remnant sun was like blood.

Outside the towering wall of Bugace, those Pu'ao people have now completely entered the madness. The walking knights and his followers lined up in a neat formation, carrying the ladder well railings and other things, and attacked Bugace one after another. The black and gold metal armor on their bodies were in the remnant sun. Below is the enchanting beauty.

The long front broke through thousands of mountains, but in the face of Bugast, their blade could not be broken, because the Poly people behind knew that they had no way back. This was the capital. This was their last hope. After countless years of war, the tough and brave character of the Poly people was sharpened and realized at this moment. In the face of shameful betrayal, each of them has infinite anger in their hearts.

In the tide like the edge, the solid Bugast, the brave Bugast, they are like the reef in the sea, despite the waves, but still remain motionless. At this moment, the brave Bugast people show their most holy side.

Philip outside the city looked at this heroic city, but he didn't say anything for a long time, because he saw another wave of Pu'ao retreat. It was not because they didn't work hard, but because they had too much awe in the face of such a heroic city.

Have you ever seen that in the stone rain, these Bugathers and these Poly knights have no retreat. They laughed. They faced the hard stone with their own flesh and blood and did not regret it, because our feet are the land that belongs to us. If we die, let us smell the land here. The fragrance of the soil sleeps for a long time.

The blood is turbulent and majestic. Every time these people shouts, they shout, symbolize a proud nation. At the last moment, the glorious shouts displayed belong to a battlefield of warriors. In the face of such a situation, the traitors first of all feel the last timidity, so, Pu'ao was trapped in the hard city for five days.

In this hellish five days, 300,000 walking knights were divided into ten echelons, each of which was 30,000 people, day and night, wind and rain. They launched a charge towards Bugaster. Although their slogans were terrific, there was still a trace of shame. What is knights? Only holy people can become knights, so it is difficult for them to abandon the confusion in their hearts.

Only a higher ideal can eliminate that trace of confusion.

It's like a famous saying, freedom, how many sins are in your name.

Maybe it doesn't need to be correct, but you need a reason to convince yourself.

In five days, the Puao army was injured by 100,000 people. Their bodies converged under the city into rivers, into mountains, and converged into scenes of fear. The Poly and Leo on the wall also suffered huge casualties, and a boundless cry was made for this moment. Easy to interpret.

Saranik, the king of Pauli, has countless sorrows at this moment. He looked at his people, and the sadness in his heart slowly gushed out. At this time, Stilanding came to him. Salanick looked at him and said, "What's the matter?" Stevenine said cautiously, "Your Majesty, our wall may not be able to hold up." Hearing this, Saranik shouted loudly, "What?"

No wonder Saranik's look is so. You know, they can resist these Pu'ao people, but it all depends on these walls, but Stevenin said helplessly: "These Pu'o people seem to be where they are tireless. They work day and night, the siege hammer, the stone thrower, the ladder and so on. Day and night, although the wall is strong, there are still many shortcomings. Moreover, there are 200,000 troops in our city, but they can be called elites, but 100,000 people. In the face of the Pu'ao people, we are a little unable to do it.

Hearing Stevenin's words, Saranick's heart was full of bitterness, but immediately his fighting spirit rose, and he said with bright eyes, "Poly will not die." At this time, it suddenly became a sound of countless cheers, as if it had penetrated the clouds at this moment, as if it was declaring the final determination and anger.

Saranik and Stylanding walked up the wall together and looked at the Pu'ao people below, but saw that it was not far away. A team of warriors seemed to come out slowly. Their golden armor seemed to be the color of Poly, but there was another difference, which represented killing. The color of killing and blood, which represents the last killing, the Immortal Knights.

Although they had a lot of damage in the war against the Dawu sergeant, all of this was not destroyed by their reputation, because of their pride, especially at the moment of the death of the Goten Knights, they had a sense of mission.

Everything about them brought people a sense of unspeakable oppression, especially the Poly people on the wall, which made them feel unable to breathe. At this time, Philip came out and knew that many things needed to be told to these noble knights that the army was trapped in the strong city. What a terrible scene, especially for Pu'ao now. He rode his own brave mount. He waved the Pu'ao flag in his hand. He gently took off his helmet and showed his haggard face, which made all Pu'ao knights shocked.

Because there is an old face in front of them, Philip no longer has a handsome face, and this is only a few days. He is so old.

I'm sorry, book friends, the computer graphics card is broken. Due to the wildness of my work, I sent it out today. I hope to get your understanding. I can't sleep and eat these days. After all, this is a novel that I have painstaking efforts in. This book is nearing the end, but the legend will not end. I will continue to write the next novel. It used to be the struggle of this hero. In my novel, it will be the bloody heroes who make history, not the villains who camp behind them. For the sake of heroes, the aspiring people drink this cup, which is the shock of the world by the people and authorities of our generation - remember it on a drunken night.