Yelu Jienan didn't go down to the city either.

This little king used a simple bet to fool Cheng Qianzi, who should have taken him down to the city.

Under the escort of Ade and others, the little king wearing black armor squeezed against the city wall. The southerners in front of him had rushed out of the camp, and more than 10,000 people shouted and rushed towards the city wall.

The huge ladder has also been launched into the camp, and everyone on both sides holds swords and guns tightly.

There were more than tens of thousands of people all over the city of Yanjing, and they were all ready to fight to the death.

Such murderous intent splashed, and thousands of people roared, causing the world to change color, making Yelu Jienan on the city wall unable to help but hold the pearl and jade short sword with symbolic meaning and greater than practical significance in his hand.

This is the battlefield.

It's where men fight.

No romantic stories.

Nothing can be regarded as a thousand.

These are the most ordinary men, who, for fame, country, relatives, and loyalty, have turned into two invisible giant beasts that swallow hope and swallow despair with their boldness in their hearts, swords and guns in their hands, and bravely in their blood.

In this battlefield of fighting for hegemony on earth, a place that turns men into beasts.

It is so cruel that the sword is bloody, and it is so cold that it is so devoured to the soul.

But this.

It's the stage for men.

Only on this stage can an ordinary man shine with the glory that burns all things.

Yelu Jienan on the city wall, in the evening night, watched the fire flowing, towards the southern soldiers used by the city wall. The torches were like flowing sea of ​​fire, which made him fall into a strong sense of déjà.

Back then, my father was probably the same. The good men who commanded the Liaodong area fought all over the world, which led to the northern country today.

As a descendant of the king of the country, when I grew up to fifteen years old, it was the first time I went to the battlefield.

It's really lost someone for my father.

However, the little king was a calm person. When he felt the fierceness of the battlefield, he let go of the short sword in his hand and sighed in his heart.

This battle is destined to be unable to fight.

He has information that ordinary soldiers cannot grasp.

Through this information, he knew how these things in front of him would develop.

Once you have mastered the context of things, you will naturally know how to deal with them.

As a war begins, just as the first ladder approaches the city wall, when the momentum hits the peak? At night in the evening, bright fireworks suddenly rose into the sky and exploded in the night sky.

It was like a grand performance, which was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected situation at the beginning.

Seeing the light of fireworks rising into the sky? Yelu Jienan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and was riding on the horse. Zhao Lian, who was walking out of the camp, also saw the fire in the sky.

The veteran stopped in place with his bearded hand twisted.

It was exactly the opposite of the small king? The face of this veteran immediately became gloomy.

Abrupt changes one by one? After ten breaths, the positions of the Southern Army's vanguard seemed to have undergone some changes. The captain of the Bai Zhan Army, who was commanding the front line, changed direction without authorization.

With the army of war like tigers and wolfs, they rushed to the northwest, where the fireworks rose.

Compared to the cold city walls, these warlike madmen seem to have discovered more valuable and more capable targets.

In front of this tiger and wolf army's turn, on a hillside northwest of Yanjing City, in the evening night, a red light gently floated, extremely strange.

It is like a flag, or a lighthouse fire leading to the abyss.

You Wuming held the evil sword, and the magic sword seemed to feel that you could drink blood today, so it kept roaring, dissipating its red light brighter.

Beside You Wuming, Zhang Chu, wearing black clothes, leaned on an ordinary Western Regions straight knife with both hands.

The wind with bloody killing aura came towards him, blowing Zhang Chu's black hair in the night, and even his robe was flying.

Under the red light, there was also a light that was under control in the strange-colored pupils.

He had a smile on his face.

Enjoy a smile.

He was enjoying this feeling of approaching victory a little bit, this feeling of everything moving forward according to his own vision, without the interference of others.

In front of his eyes, tens of thousands of war troops roared wildly.

It was like a group of wild beasts out of the cage, smelling the deliciousness of blood, and the hungry stomach sac, roaring, craving for fresh meat.

But Zhang Chu didn't want to face these hungry beasts alone, with his brothers.

The Hundred Battles Army became famous overnight in Jinling. Zhang Chu had seen with his own eyes how powerful this violent army would be when crushed by it, but he was not afraid, because behind him, there was also an army of wild beasts.

Today’s Zhang Chu is not the simple leader of the Seven-Secret Sect.

He is the beast king!

The beast king who controls the group of yellow spring beasts!

Zhang Chu raised his hand, and the true energy of life and death spread quietly, quietly. In the darkness behind him, a piece of darkness emerged, and people one by one.

The Western Regions warriors who were strong and strong, carrying restless true energy, had chaotic eyes, trembling bodies, and grabbed weapons, walked out of the dark night behind Zhang Chu.

Their aura is more irritable than the aura of the Bai Zhan Army, and more like a group of wild beasts that have been destroyed and swallowed their souls.

They are demon soldiers.

The Seven-Secret Demon Soldier, a terrorist legion that has been rumored for several years among the countries in the Western Regions.

Choose strong and strong people, teach life and death skills, and practice hard for many years, so that everyone in this legion has the true energy that is comparable to the warriors on the human list.

What's even better is that they were driven by the true energy of life and death, and their hearts were filled with desire for destruction, but they did not lose their minds like the army of war.

They also know how to cooperate with the military formation and learn the seven-character martial arts, and everyone is an elite.

He was also manipulated by the life and death contract and was not allowed to resist instructions and prohibited.

Zhang Chu worked hard to manage the Western Regions and accumulated over the years, the number of this demon soldier was quite considerable. This is the most intimidating card in his hand.

All of this is for the scene in front of you.

"Weihou, Zhang will take your victory without hesitation."

"It will eventually turn into, my victory."

In the dark night, the war cry of the Hundred Battles Army was clearly heard. Zhang Chu chuckled in the dark night. He looked at the Southern Army camp, raised his arms, and waved forward the next moment.

The demon soldiers standing on the high ground roared in unison, like a black tide pouring down from the hillside, like a rolling turbid current, from top to bottom, destroying everything.

After half a stick of incense, they collided with the hundreds of war troops who were rushing towards them.

It was like the convergence of two tides, and at the moment of the impact, it brought a splash of water. Death came so violently that it almost made a substantial sound when the two sides collided.

Under the dark night, the broken limbs and arms were sprinkled everywhere, the hundred battles with red eyes, the roaring wildly, the demon soldiers blessed by the thick true energy, and the demons of the Wanpo Sect who were gathered by Zhang Chu, and the Five Elements Sect Assassin.

Blood-red battle aura, black true aura, rising poisonous smoke, flying hidden weapons.

Everything is in chaos.

It seemed that in just a moment, everything was stirred into a pot of porridge.

"Hundred Battle Army...is it blocked?"

Outside the camp, a few miles from the battlefield, the deputy general who was riding on the war horse said in shock.

The tone is incredible.

In the past ten days, he had seen several tenacious military formations, under the irresistible impact of the Bai Zhan Army, were defeated by the Bai Zhan Army, and also saw with his own eyes that the former strong enemy, the elite army of the northern country, was easily penetrated by the Bai Zhan Army.

In his mind, in addition to his poor discipline, Bai Zhanjun was able to compete with the Tiance Army.

But now, the almost impossible to defeat the Bai Zhan Army was blocked by another army that was also chaotic and violent, despite the great casualties and difficulties.

But it did block it.

Next to the deputy general, the main general Zhao Lian, Weihou of Nanguo, had a pale face. His body shook for a moment, and a pain rose in his heart. The veteran felt a strong feeling.

The victory that was close to him was now getting farther and farther away from him.

"Send troops!"

Zhao Lian suddenly said something.

"Press up all the troops! No preparations are left!"

Weihou's shouting became sharp and rough in the next moment, and he shouted:

"Defeat him! Defeat that evil man! At any cost!"

"Mr. Marquis!"

The deputy general was shocked. He saw that Wei Hou's face had never been so distorted and so irritable. He was about to stop him when he saw Wei Hou turn his head and stare at him like a wild beast.

The old man was breathing heavily, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"That army is short of people. Even if it blocks the Bai Zhan Army, it cannot stop our entire army from pressing. That is the reinforcements from Yanjing, as long as they are defeated.
To be continued...