My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 667: The building is empty and the flower blooms for a short time

On the outer walls of the Nongma Palace, sounds of fighting and screams could be heard one after another.

The formation was toppled and people were knocked flying from time to time. Those who charged forward were not ordinary soldiers of the Seris people, but a group of extremely terrifying people.

At the moment it tilted and fell towards the soldiers below, figures rushed into the city gate, leaping and crashing on the door panels, and smashed into the array of palace soldiers like raindrops.

Arrows flew over the heads of the crowd with a bang. Li Yuanba took a look at the armor with white marks left by the nails, and suddenly swung the Wengjin drum hammer in anger, sweeping left and right, sweeping the imperial soldiers who were blocking his way to the left and right like monkeys.

Jaharad, the Seat of Disaster, drew his bow and shot quickly. The arrows he shot in succession did not cause any damage to the opponent. They were just two bang sounds and a few sparks.

Seeing that terrifying figure rushing towards him like a prehistoric beast, Gaharad subconsciously stepped back and waved his hand to let the surrounding soldiers rush forward: "Stop him!"

Soldiers surged.

Several palace soldiers armed with spears rushed forward, and with a few bangs, the spears broke. Several people were knocked away as if they were hit by war horses, and fell into the crowd surging nearby.

Li Yuanba killed a bunch of people, his body covered with blood and flesh. He raised his hand and swung a hammer, smashing the head of the soldier who was rushing over from the side, causing his brains to splatter.

The guards around Gaharad rushed towards the other side like crazy, and were instantly swept by a pair of huge iron hammers.

Head, neck, hands, chest... the sound of countless bones breaking was heard.

"Haha, you barbarians dare to call yourself heroes in front of me. My second brother said, kill the barbarians without mercy!" The terrifying body, wearing ferocious iron armor, swept away Galahad's personal defense and smashed a path out of the crowd with blood all over its body.

Le Jin ran up from behind him, dragging his long weapon. Just as Li Yuanba swept his two hammers, he lowered his upper body, passed through the swinging hammers, bent his body, and stepped forward.

Bows and arrows were shot at him by the soldiers gathered in Sakpruit, but Le Jin dodged them by running left and right. Occasionally, there was a feather arrow that he could not dodge in time, but he would knock it off the target with the iron spear in his hand. The moment he stepped down, he jumped up.

As the spears in the formation in front of him stabbed upwards, Le Jin raised his right arm in the air, and the iron spear in his hand rolled up a strong wind and nailed directly into the forest of spears, piercing one person. At the moment of nailing him to the ground, a violent strong wind spread along the ground.

The entire gun formation collapsed in an instant. He fell down, cracking the ground with his feet. He drew out the ring-handled sword at his waist and rushed straight into the messy crowd with the blade flying, slashing out streaks of blood. At the same time, he pulled out the iron spear on the ground and swept and smashed it with one hand.

Arms, spears, and heads were flying around him madly. Iron Mask's eyes were now bloodshot and he was in a state of excitement.

Around him, gushing blood formed a whirlpool, and a mighty figure, holding a Xuanhua axe, had already rushed to his side without him knowing when.

"Push forward!"

Xu Huang dragged the huge axe in one hand and walked steadily forward among the crowd. The centurion among Gaharad's personal soldiers rushed towards him.

The mighty body that was moving suddenly burst out with terrifying power at this moment.

The giant axe dragging on the ground became incredibly swift with Xu Huang's simple movements. The heavy axe made a whistling sound that tore through the air and directly chopped off the opponent's arm holding the knife, along with his shoulder.

Qin Qiong followed closely. He was a fierce general by birth, and this kind of battle was like a fish in water for him. With the cooperation of Li Yuanba, the human beast, and Xu Huang and Le Jin's left and right attacks, he tore through the crowd in the first time and went straight to Galahad from the other side.

The soldiers of the Nongma Palace are capable of guarding the palace walls and are the best among the soldiers. However, when they confront the enemy in front of them, it is like a three-year-old child challenging a grown man.

At the first moment of the battle, a large number of soldiers fell in the enemy's rapid advance, and the most elite among them were Haragad's personal guards.

However, more than a hundred people were killed to pieces by three Seris people after just one encounter.

Gaharad, holding his knight's sword, saw General Ceres rushing out from the side. The enemy was armed with a pair of short weapons, and he shot arrows left and right, hitting the heads and faces of the soldiers approaching him, smashing them to pieces.

"Ah!"

As Gaharad roared and tried to muster up his courage, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, passed over his head, and rushed towards Qin Qiong who was almost close to him.

Bah!
The lightning flickered and faded, and along with it, Qin Qiong, who was holding the iron whip and iron mace in his hands, retreated. He maintained a blocking posture and slid back a distance of two meters.

On the other side of the field of vision, when the lightning faded away, it was a Knight of the Round Table named Bedivere. He rushed back from outside the city as soon as possible, and when he entered the palace, he saw Haragad in danger, so he came down to help.

As a famous knight under King Arthur, and now possessing the power of thunder, he is not afraid of these Ceres people at all.

The general of Seris who was repelled by him shook his head and rushed up again with a pair of short weapons.

Bedivere was whipped on the sword by him, and he stepped back a few steps, then suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the opposite side.

A flash of lightning shot out silently, while Gaharad next to him ran around, looking for an opportunity to kill this general of Ceres.

Electric snakes flew out, Qin Qiong suddenly pounced forward, he used the iron whip in his hand to block Gaharad's sword, pushed forward, making the opponent's body unstable, staggering backward, at the same time, the iron mace in his other hand was suddenly thrown out!
Secret Technique: Trump Card!

Bedivere retreated quickly in a hurry, with the knight's long sword across his chest and the flying iron mace nailed on it. The hard sword body was bent inward by the sudden and terrible force. The moment it hit Bedivere's chest, he flew out like a cannonball.

Qin Qiong rushed up closely behind, leaped into the air, and caught the iron mace that bounced back.

Below, Bedivere, who was barely standing, blocked with his sword in his hand, and in mid-air, the iron whip and iron mace swung down with a violent sound of breaking wind.

boom!
Crack!

The next moment the two weapons touched, Bedivere's whole body flashed with lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled backwards. Qin Qiong, who fell from the air, also rolled to the ground. The fine stones on the ground were squeezed and flew out, hitting the nearby soldiers guarding the city, killing them instantly.

At this time, white smoke was coming out of Qin Qiong's whole body, his tiger whiskers stood up one by one, and his body twitched and shook from time to time as if it was electrified.

"Go!" Gaharad waved his sword in a panic and shouted at the chaotic soldiers around him. Behind him, a figure in a cloak and silver armor holding a city-breaking halberd walked slowly from the city gate, and his pace gradually accelerated.

Just as Bedivere rushed towards Qin Qiong again and started a fierce battle, the screaming voice of Gaharad suddenly stopped.

Instead, there were countless screams. Bedivere instinctively turned around and saw that Gaharad was rushing towards a figure taller than him. Then he was hung in the air by the other party and kept flying back towards him. Before he could touch the surrounding soldiers, he was knocked to the ground by the air wave caused by the other party.

"Don't waste time, destroy this barbarian city!"

With his cloak fluttering and his loose hair flying backwards as he ran forward, Xiang Yu's sudden roar resounded throughout the courtyard near the city gate.

In the hand of Gaharad, who was holding a siege-breaking halberd, his plastron and stomach were pierced by the thick siege-breaking halberd, leaving a horrible gap. As he ran wildly, the organs and flesh in his stomach kept falling and spilling, hanging outside his body and floating.

There were not many personal soldiers left around. When they saw Gaharad dead, they rushed towards Xiang Yu madly.

In response, the halberd with Gaharad's body hanging on it was swung across, and the terrifying whistling sound instantly turned into a tiger-like roar.

The remaining dozen or so personal soldiers had their arms broken while holding their weapons. Three of the unlucky ones were cut in half by the waist. There was another person whose upper body was only connected to his lower body by a little flesh. He fell to the ground, not completely dead yet. He used his hands to pull the lower body next to him, trying to connect it to the broken part of his abdomen. Xiang Yu's hair was disheveled, and his appearance at this moment was truly like the King of Western Chu during the Chu-Han contention.

In a short while, more than a dozen people were beaten to death or injured as soon as they got close to him. Those who were lucky enough to be alive were no different from being dead.

After a slight pause, Xiang Yu shook the city-breaking halberd, and the corpse hanging on it was thrown out. He bent his steps when he landed, and the moment his feet pressed against the ground, the ground cracked with a loud bang. His figure disappeared from the spot with a bang, and he rushed straight towards another barbarian general in front of him.

Bedivere reacted like thunder and swung his sword fiercely at the attacking General Ceres. However, before he had swung the sword halfway, the figure on the opposite side had already approached him. Bedivere wanted to retreat, but the other side put a hand on his face.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning appeared together.

In the chaos, the soldiers defending the city were crushed and killed. Their nerves were tense at the moment. When they heard the noise and the flash of lightning, they subconsciously looked back.

A tall general of Ceres pressed Bedivere's face and pushed him straight forward, then, with a bang, he slammed heavily on the gate of the inner courtyard.

The lightning was dissipating, and the body pressed against the city gate was twitching.

Bedivere's head was sandwiched between the city gate and the rough big hands, and his face was squeezed and deformed.

He glanced sideways with difficulty. The Seris man opposite him had no expression on his face, but just kept increasing the force of the squeeze.

"Barbarian, do you still want to be the Thunder God?"

Xiang Yu smiled at the barbarian and gradually pressed his palm towards the city gate. The barbarian's head became flat little by little in his sight. Blood rushed through his facial features, and his eyeballs burst out and hung on his cheeks.

"Don't be a barbarian in your next life!"

The big hand loosened, and Xiang Yu didn't even look at Bedivere with a flat head. He turned around and shouted to the people who had already dispersed the crowd: "Yuanba, I leave it to you!"

He knocked on the second gate of the palace.

……

At this time, there was chaos inside the castle.

The news that the outer city gate had been breached kept coming in. Lancelot was sitting in the royal palace, but when he wanted to mobilize his troops, he had no soldiers available.

Of the twelve knights in the palace, besides him, there were only Gawain, Tristan and Bors. He had sent his sons to the outer city.

I guess they have already started fighting with the group of Seris who raided the palace.

Soon, news came that the inner city gate was attacked, along with the news of the deaths of Gaharad and Bedivere.

The soldiers on the inner city walls naturally saw this scene.

Lancelot seemed to have lost his soul, listening in a daze to the messenger's report. The words rang in his ears like a noisy buzzing sound.

Gao Wen was also shocked.

"Bedivere is dead too? Could the one who attacked the palace be a general of the Seris?"

"That's impossible...their troops are attacking outside..."

Tristan had just said this when another messenger rushed in from outside. The situation was critical and the soldiers no longer had time to be polite.

"The inner city gate was breached?" Gawain asked quickly.

"No... it was the southern city wall. Suddenly, a group of Seris people came and climbed up the city wall directly, then jumped down and headed towards the palace!"

As soon as the messenger finished speaking, the screams of the guards and the sound of fierce weapon collisions suddenly erupted from the south right side of the palace.

"Tristan, go check it out!"

Lancelot was no longer able to manage the affairs, so Gawain took over the power and gave orders to the beautiful knight who looked like a girl. The latter shuddered, but ultimately did not disobey, drew his knight's sword and walked out of the palace.

He just landed on his back foot
A figure rushed over very quickly from the stone pillar on the side of the palace. The distance between the two sides was shortened in the blink of an eye. Tristan only had time to make a blocking gesture before he was chopped by the opponent's sword and flew back a dozen feet.

Flying upside down in the air, Tristan could clearly see the face of the person in front of him. It was a maroon face with drooping brows and slightly closed eyes that seemed to have a flash of lightning.

He didn't know how to describe this strange-looking man from Seres.

Besides, there is no time to think about it.

The sword in Tristan's hand broke into two pieces, and the sound of breaking wind followed closely in front.

He threw the broken sword over, and his body suddenly became soft, like a wisp of smoke. Despite such a quick reaction, what was reflected in his eyes was the blade with a winding dragon body, which slashed down angrily and directly tore through the smoke.

Tristan flew backwards with a flash of blood, hit a stone pillar, slowly slid down and sat on the ground.

The iron plate of armor on his left shoulder had been chopped into pieces by the knife, and the white bones could be seen among the blood and flesh. The scar extended to the chest. If you looked closely, you could even see the beating heart behind the ribs.

The sound alarmed the guards near the palace. They rushed towards the Seres people wearing golden armor and green robes. At the same time, the soldiers guarding the south side of the palace were fleeing like crazy.

Behind these defeated soldiers were rows of oriental faces holding different weapons, wearing different armors, and with various appearances.

Lu Bu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Li Cunxiao, and Yang Ye surged along the eaves of the royal palace and around the stone pillars.

Their eyes were fierce, and their entire bodies, including armor and blades, were covered in thick blood, which was dripping rapidly onto the ground as they moved forward.

Murderous intent overflowed.

The conquest of the past two years is finally coming to an end.

The anger and murderous intent that had been pent up in his heart finally burst out completely at this moment.

(End of this chapter)