The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Wu Jiang was instantly horrified. He felt a numbness all over his body, as if his whole body was being eaten by thousands of ants.

No matter how stupid he was, he still understood what Ma Hongying was doing.

She wants him alive!

Wu Jiang turned his head and shouted in the direction of Ma Hongying, "Ma Hongying! If you die, how can I live alone!"

Ma Hongying's left hand could no longer move and hung unnaturally by her side. However, her right hand swung the sledgehammer with great force. Her whole body was covered in blood from head to toe, and her appearance was no longer visible.

The longbow that had been with him for many years had been completely broken. His hand had been cut deeply from pulling the bow too many times, and the flesh and bone could be seen. But he still didn't stop, and the sword in his hand kept slashing at enemies one after another.

How could smart people like them not think of things that Wu Jiang could think of?

But they still chose to fight bloody battles to the end for this land.

Wu Jiang didn't stop, but his clothes were already wet with tears. How could he live alone?

How could he survive alone when so many brothers were dead?

He just went back and brought in reinforcements, so what, it was too late, it was completely too late.

Wu Jiang thought and turned the horse's head vigorously.

But the horse didn't obey his orders at all. He gritted his teeth and moved if the horse didn't move! As soon as he loosened the reins in his hands, he was about to roll off the horse.

But I heard Ma Hongying let out a shocking roar, "Wu Jiang, if you dare to do a horse vault, I will never forgive you in the next life!"

She said as another weird whistle sounded. The ownerless horses around him instantly surrounded him with him as the center of the circle, and charged like crazy.

The desperate fighting style of Dayong's warriors and war horses made the soldiers of the Northern Dynasty stunned for a moment.

Wu Jiang looked at it, his eyes blurred.

Ma Hongying knew him too well. With the horses surrounding him, there was no way he could roll down like before, because no matter which direction he fell from the horse, he would be trampled to death by the crazy horse.

He shouted loudly, like the dying cry of a ferocious beast.

He watched the brothers fall down one after another, and watched Wuzhong's neck being chopped off. The bright red blood marks seemed to overlap with the way the red rope of his safety talisman was wrapped around his neck.

He regretted it!

He should listen to Wuzhong. He is not a godly person. He is clearly a semi-immortal.

God's surname is not Wu, but the crow's surname is Wu.

Those crows might be the heroic spirits of their Wu family ancestors who died in battle, so they reminded him again and again not to leave seclusion...but he didn't listen!

Wu Jiang only felt that his hands were numb. He didn't know how many people he had killed or how many injuries he had on his body.

He saw Hongying riding on the horse's head, piercing her with a spear and a sword.

Those people from the Northern Dynasty surrounded her like ants, gnawing at her.

He seemed to see Yelv Xun's evil smile, and saw the jade seal in his hand turn into a bloodthirsty vulture... sucking away the lives of one wave after another.

Gradually, the horses rushing out with him disappeared.

The fighting voice in my ears was gone.

There was deathly silence all around, and the sun shone through the thick clouds, forming a path of light.

Wu Jiang lay on the horse's back like a corpse, and the horse's pace also slowed down. Its body was cut to pieces, and now it looked like an old man staggering on the road. "General Xiao Wu! It's General Xiao Wu! General Xiao Wu is back!"

"Wujiang! Wujiang! Where's Hongying! Where's Hongying! I'm here to ask you a question!"

Wu Jiang stared at the sky with empty eyes. There were many people around him who seemed to be talking, but he couldn't hear them at all.

Today is Hongying's birthday, and he hasn't had time to send out the birthday gift he prepared for Hongying.

It wasn't the red date cake he was talking about, but a pair of hairpins. Although Hongying was good at martial arts, she was also a girl who loved beauty when she wasn't fighting. It was a pattern he drew by his own hands. He was very clumsy, unlike Han Shiyan's drawings.

He thought for a long time and drew a total of thirty-nine drawings before finally settling on it.

Hongying also said that when they return from victory, they will be treated to wine and meat tonight.

Wuzhong said that the omen was ominous and asked them to go back to the city, but he was the one who fooled them...

But even though he was so stupid, Hongying and Wu Zhong still chose to let him live... It was obvious that he was a man, it was obvious that he was Hongying's future husband, and it was obvious that he had imagined countless times, if they met each other on the battlefield Death in action.

The other person must carry the other person's dream and live with more excitement.

He thought he could do it, but when things came to pass, he couldn't.

There were a hundred people when he went, but he was the only one when he came back.

Only his body returned. Wu Jiang's soul has stayed there forever with the brothers in the vanguard.

Just as Wu Jiang was thinking, a slap suddenly hit his face.

He looked over blankly, and the sounds around him seemed to be heard all of a sudden!

"You bitch! If you are a member of my old Wu family, cheer me up! Where is Hongying? Where did Hongying go? Where are the others? Why are you the only one back?"

The war horse beneath him seemed to feel something, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and fell to the ground with a neighing sound.

Wu Jiang rolled around a few times and lay on the ground like a ball of rotten meat.

His eyes moved a few times and he looked at the horse lying on the ground. It spit out bloody foam from its mouth and closed its eyes without any struggle.

"All died in battle, all died in battle."

Wu Jiang said in a hoarse voice.

"What happened! How could Hongying die! Bastard, if your spine is not broken, if you are still a man, stand up! Did Hongying want you to come back just to live like this?"

Wu Jiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up with some difficulty, staggering and staggering into Yanmen Pass, and rushed towards the residence of the supervisor, "Liu Huang! Liu Huang, you thief, you will die for grandpa." Come out! Liu Huang..."

Wu Jiang stood blankly in the courtyard and looked towards the main room of Liu Huang's residence.

Liu Huang knelt straight towards the door, with his sword pierced in his heart, and he just lowered his head towards the door.

He had no clothes on his upper body and carried thorn sticks on his back...

The supervisor Liu Huang died.

He didn't leave any suicide note, but he left thousands of words.

Wu Jiang looked at it, but he burst into laughter. He smiled, but he hiccupped desperately...

He thought that he would never be able to set foot on that battlefield again.

His dream with Hongying died today.