My law is immortal

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Song Wei sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly coughed violently.

He coughed violently, and he bent forward. His waist, which was originally straight, seemed a little bent at the moment.

"Can't surrender!" Suddenly, the leader of the guards roared angrily. He waved the steel knife in his hand vigorously, roaring, roaring...

Song Wei stopped coughing, and he stood up straight again. He was still thin and short, and the expression on his face was still indifferent.

Suddenly, I don't know which soldier took the lead and knelt down on the ground first.

Following the clattering and iron-boned man, the oath with a crying voice spread throughout Songjiang County.

"My lord, we are willing to die with Songjiang County!"

On the city wall, they fell to their knees in an instant.

The last scorching light in the sky was also blocked by the haze. Songjiang County stood between the sky and the earth, docked by the sea, like a wrecked ship that was about to be destroyed by a storm at any time.

Willing to die with this city?

Song Wei narrowed his eyes, he suddenly couldn't figure out why he had to sacrifice so many lives for a city, a city where people would be lifeless without the slightest spirituality.

In front of them, more than 100 young soldiers knelt in darkness, holding the long knives in their hands tightly, as if what they were holding was not just a sharp weapon for killing people, but their own lives.

Since you want to die with this dead city, then die together.

Sometimes, between passion and rationality, a man's choice is simply unbiased.

Song Wei sighed, waved his hands, his voice was hoarse and heavy: "Get up, fight!"

After saying those weak words, he suddenly raised the spear in his hand and shouted loudly: "Fight to the last man!"

"war--"

Hundreds of soldiers shouted in unison, and the sound was as straight as a huge wave that hit the table, and even made the ground tremble slightly.

"boom--"

A huge black boulder turned into a stream of light, instantly opening the curtain of war.

The little warriors under the city wall still had blood-red eyes, they were dodging the scattered arrows, and rushed towards the city wall at an extremely fast speed.

Under the cover of the trebuchet, the enemy crashed into the city wall like a red tide in an instant.

With only their hands, a strong warrior can climb the city wall like a gecko and jump up directly.

Huge black boulders kept falling down, and the soldiers in Songjiang County suffered heavy casualties, but no one was willing to retreat—a step back was to give up their homeland.

A true iron-blooded army is tempered with iron and blood. Perhaps those well-equipped imperial guards in the capital have good qualities and can walk in a uniform pace.

However, without going through the tempering of iron and the baptism of blood, they will never be able to become the masters of the world like the Shenwei Army.

The war continued, but obviously, today the Japanese pirates did not intend to give Songjiang County another chance to breathe.

They want to break the city today.

Therefore, the offensive was much more intense than yesterday. Even if the soldiers of Songjiang County on the city wall were full of blood, even if their arms were broken, they still had to bite the opponent's throat with their mouths.

However, no matter how strong the will is, at this moment, in the face of absolute strength and absolute numbers, it is gradually losing the wind.

Song Wei shot down an enemy who kept screaming, and suddenly he glanced at the steps descending from the city wall from the corner of his eye.

Then, he was startled, and then turned cold.

Because he saw a touch of red, and instantly disappeared from the steps.

"Go and guard the city gate!" Song Wei shouted, before he could rush forward, he was entangled by several warriors and couldn't escape at all.

The leader of the guards, the man with bloody blood, chopped off a head with one knife, and then jumped down.

Jumping hastily from a height of five meters, he staggered a step, and then put the long knife across his body, blocking the three red-clothed warriors.

The steel knife is Ling Ran, and there are traces of blood on the back of the knife.

Suddenly, a drop of clear water dripped on the back of the knife, trying to wash away the bloodstains on it.

Naturally, a drop of water couldn't clean the bloodstains, so a drop of water followed.

It was raining, no thunder, no lightning, just a dull, lifeless drizzle.

"Death!" The leader of the guards yelled, and the steel knife turned into a streamer, and instantly attacked the three people on the opposite side.

The three well-dressed warriors sneered, and surrounded them with big strides. Their slender katanas turned into silver chains of light, tightly trapping the leader of the guards.

Sweat and rain dripped from the forehead of the head of the guards. It was very difficult for him to fight three against one.

At this moment, because of the continuous fighting, he is already a little weak, and he can only support it with his strength for a while.

"puff--"

Suddenly, he was stabbed in the waist, and the severe pain disrupted his saber posture in an instant.

"Poof, poof—"

The knives were scattered, so his chest and abdomen were stabbed fiercely by two slender knives.

His eyes began to loosen, and his strength was rapidly draining with the blood. The leader of the guards shook his body and tried his best to support his body with the steel knife. He didn't want to fall down.

The three Japanese warriors didn't even bother to pull out the steel knife inserted in his body - they wanted to free their hands to open the gate.

Inside the thick city gate are three huge wooden bars.

These logs were lifted one by one, and in a blink of an eye, only the last one remained.

The rain became more and more dense, dripping on the face of the tottering head of the guards, he squinted his eyes, and slowly stood up as if he had recovered his light.

Then, he was as powerful as a bamboo, with two long knives on his chest and his own steel knife in his hand.

rushed over directly.

"Puff——" Two swords flashed, and the two warriors were caught off guard, and their heads rolled off in an instant.

Then, the head of the guard named Song Zhong rushed up, turned his back to the gate, and slammed his back against the city gate fiercely.

By the way, he did the last thing in his life—inserted his hands into the slot where the item was originally placed, and dunked it hard.

His name is Song Zhong, and it was Song Wei who chose him among the orphans, let him practice martial arts, and gave him the name Zhong.

On weekdays, others ridiculed that his name was too ridiculous—to die, to die, who are you going to die for?Even though he was ridiculed like this, he always responded happily: "My name was given to me by an adult. What do you know? It's called loyalty!"

He wrote the word "loyalty" with the fullness of his life.

The No. 3 samurai, seeing his companion was killed by a surprise attack, howled angrily, picked up the steel knife, and stabbed the hateful Han in the heart.

This hateful Han man died, but his eyes did not close at all, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was really mocking, mocking himself.

Therefore, the warrior was even more annoyed. He drew back the long knife abruptly, then snorted coldly, and slashed the knife horizontally, turning the unrepentant man into a headless corpse.