When the redness on the sky dyed the top of the mountains, a palm suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff ten steps away from the stone pavilion in the middle of the mountain!

The thick palm, which had blood marks, snatched the raised stones on the edge of the cliff, pulled it out, stretched out its upper body, revealing a face biting the blood-red scimitar - the end of the world.

Finally climbed up!

The person who finished it was so excited that he saw two people standing and sitting in the stone pavilion ahead.

The two of them were very strange. The man in official robes stood, while the man in soldier costumes sat, and there was a fierce battle ahead, but the soldier sat like a mountain, looking like a general, not more like a commander. Their eyes were staring at the Suluding Banner on the mountain road, and they did not see the end of the world.

Could it be... the person who finished it was all over his heart, and his luck would be so good?

He stared at the sitting person. From this angle, he could only see the side face, but no matter how you look, it looks familiar - yes, it was him! Song Lord Zhao Lie!

All those who finished it were ecstatic at this moment.

Master Song Zhao Lie, who is sitting in the stone pavilion, is the ultimate goal of this battle, Master Song Zhao Lie!

"Changshengtian has not abandoned us!" At this moment, almost everyone wanted to kneel down to worship the sky, feeling that Changshengtian had finally opened his eyes. Seeing that so many warriors had died in battle, he finally gave his good luck to himself.

Although Zhao Lie was wearing the clothes of a soldier, the Mongolian soldiers would definitely regard him as a martial arts warrior when they saw him, but the senior generals of the Yuan army were exceptional. He had seen Zhao Lie's portraits, not only he had seen them, but also Alslen. Their target was Zhao Lie. If they could not recognize the real master, when they reached the top of the mountain, wouldn't they be afraid of making a mistake if anyone wearing a dragon robe and wearing a robe?

At this moment, Song Lord Zhao Lie had no guards around him, only one official, and hundreds of martial arts soldiers were fighting fiercely with the Mongolian soldiers dozens of steps away.

At this moment, there were no soldiers around Wanzhe. He was the first person to climb up the cliff. The other raid soldiers were still trying hard to climb, and the fastest one had already exposed half of their body.

At this moment, Zhao Lie still turned his back to the end and did not realize the crisis that was so close to him.

A God-given opportunity!

The end of the game made a quick decision and made a gesture of silence towards the Mongolian assault soldiers under the cliff. They supported their hands and quietly climbed up the cliff, took off the scimitar in their mouths, stared at Zhao Lie...'s battle suit hem, and got closer step by step.

Wanzhe has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and knowing that most of the warriors have a special intuition. If they are stared at closely with murderous eyes, they will produce sensing. At least that's what he is, and Song Lord Zhao Lie is also a battlefield legend. So Wanzhe didn't dare to look directly at his back, for fear that the murderous aura in his eyes will trigger the other party's sense of sensing, but stared at the hem of his battle suit. As long as the other party moves, the hem will also move.

One step, two steps, three steps...

When the finished person took the fourth step, a red sun jumped out of the top of the mountain behind him, pulling his shadow long and throwing it into the stone pavilion...

Oops!

Those who finished it all had their pupils contracted and their whole body was tense.

The next moment, Zhao Lie and Ma Nanchun in the stone pavilion seemed to have some awareness, and at the same time, their faces changed suddenly!

The two main generals of the Battle of Tonggu Mountain were facing each other under this strange situation.

The end of the game roared and rushed out like a leopard. The scimitar reflected the sun, and the blood shone brightly, slashing at Zhao Lie, who was sitting in the stone pavilion, holding the gun.

This is a good opportunity given by God in immortality. He must capture Song Lord alive. The final outcome of the battle between Song and Yuan dynasties is his decisive blow!

At this time, there was no guard beside Zhao Lie. His guards were all martial arts teams. At this moment, all the martial arts warriors were forced to be sent to the battlefield by him. Even Ding Xiaoyao wanted to stay by his side as a errand. He didn't want him.

At this moment, there was only one person beside Zhao Lie - Ma Nanchun.

When the roar suddenly started, Ma Nanchun's face changed drastically. He immediately reached out to lift his shirt and touched the gun. Ma Nanchun was wearing a fourth-rank official robe, and his pistol was hidden under the official robe. As a close minister of the emperor, he naturally could not always show his weapons in front of the emperor. It would be reasonable to hide it on weekdays. However, when encountering an emergency like in front of him, the action of pulling the gun seemed too slow.

Ma Nanchun pulled the gun slowly, not only slower than the finisher, but also slower than Zhao Lie.

Zhao Lie's hunting rifle was already horizontal on his knees, and the barrel was filled with shotguns. He was going to participate in the war, so he naturally had live ammunition. If it was an empty gun, wouldn't he pretend to behave?

When the shadow of Wanzhedu appeared at his feet, Zhao Lie was already alert, and the tempered nerves immediately fed back to his body, making his reaction faster than his turning back. The Remington shotgun bounced from his knees and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang the direction of the roar - this is the terrifying thing about the shotgun shotgun. There is no need to deliberately aim at it. It is roughly locked in one direction and just bombarded. As long as the luck is not too bad, the shotgun sprayed all over the sky will definitely hit the target. The difference is that it hits more or less.

When the gunshot sounded, the end of the game had already rushed to the steps and was rushing to the stairs. The scimitar in his hand had been cut off...

The next moment, the strong body of the Wanzhe jumped into the air, shook three times with three loud noises. The first time the gunshot was broken, knocked away, and his body was knocked out of the stone pavilion; the second time the gunshots, the body was shaken away again, and blood was thrust all the way; the third time the gunshots, the Wanzhe was directly bombarded to the edge of the cliff he had climbed out of, and smashed hard on a Mongolian soldier who had just climbed up the cliff.

The Mongolian soldier screamed and danced and fell off the cliff. Because of this, he was blocked by this. His body fell on the edge of the cliff. His whole body seemed to be fished out of a blood pool, and he kept gurgling out blood...

These three gunshots also alarmed the martial arts warriors in the Stone Reward. The gunshots on the position suddenly stopped, and hundreds of eyes shot towards the direction of the stone pavilion. When they saw them, the dead souls were all rising, their scalp was numb, and all the soldiers' brains stopped for several breaths, and then turned into a shocking roar: "Protect the car--"

In an instant, the position that was originally as solid as a golden pot and ten times the enemy could not defeat, began to move on its own, and the almost uninterrupted gunfire and the firepower net woven into it suddenly disappeared.

"Protect your damn car!" Zhao Lie shot with a bang, knocking away a Mongolian soldier who had just climbed up the cliff and had not yet rushed out two steps. He turned his head and roared, "Preserving the position is the real protector. Who dares to leave the position without permission? He is a deserter and kills it on the spot!"

Ma Nanchun also raised his hand and fired several shots, lifted the newly revealed Mongolian soldier's sky spirit cover, shouting: "Your Majesty has a powerful weapon with me and I have a better area. The Tatars can't rush in at all. You are loyal to your position and protect yourselves. Don't be in trouble!"

Zhao Lie's decisive order and Ma Nanchun's timely reminder finally calmed down the panic of the martial arts soldiers. Everyone also understood the situation. Under the terrible bombardment of His Majesty's strongest hunting rifle, the Ma Jianjun was still replenishing the guns from time to time. The Mongolian soldiers climbing up the cliff fell one after another, but they did not die quickly and could not have any threat to His Majesty.

Long Feiyi and other martial arts team soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty was not in danger. However, this breath just started to be raised again, because the martial arts team was in danger.
Chapter completed!