Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 526
In the dark night, the Ice City was blazing, illuminating half of the sky red, and the smoky fighting in the city continued. On the bloody battlefield, soldiers from the Far East were soaked in blood.

The Hanhai Empire continued to increase its troops to the Ice City, and countless elite troops with sharp armor rushed forward like a tide, as if they were going to submerge the city that was moaning in pain under their iron hooves.

In the face of the fierce offensive of the Hanhai people and the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, the banner battalions under the Far East No.20 Nine Banners Regiment fought bloody battles to defend the last dignity of the soldiers in the Far East.

But there are too many enemies, too powerful, all over the mountains and plains, they are like violent waves hitting the shore, struggling to hit the fragile defense line of the 29th Banner Regiment, which is precarious and constantly loosening.

"Denzel, flatten the Ice City—" In the darkness, Orlando, Marshal of the Hanhai Empire's Western Expedition Army surrounded by hundreds of fierce generals, looked at the Ice City that shook the sky, showing impatience on his face look.

Major General Denzel of the No.11 Army of the Hanhai Empire felt extremely dissatisfied from the tone of Marshal Orlando. He hurried back to his troops and personally directed the attack on Ice City.

"Soldiers of the No. 11 Army! Whoever breaks through the Ice City first, I will grant permission for three days without sealing the sword!" Denzel stood on the chariot, pointed the sword at the Ice City and shouted!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" In the darkness, the divisions of the No. 11 Army, which were assembled on standby, let out overwhelming roars, and Han Haibing's ferocious face was full of excitement.

Denzel yells: "Attack!"

The divisions under the No.11 Army roared like an avalanche, turned and rushed towards the Ice City in the middle of the fight, unstoppable!
The Ice City, which has been fighting fiercely for an hour, has piled up like a mountain of corpses, bleeding and floating on the oars. Kill one, and ten or eight will rush up. There are too many enemies, and the Far East soldiers feel exhausted.

With the No.11 Army of the Hanhai entering the attack sequence, the pressure on the Far Eastern soldiers defending the city suddenly increased, like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The No.20 Nine Banners Regiment's No. 2 Banner Battalion, which was in charge of defending the western city, withstood the onslaught of [-] people from the two reorganized divisions of the Hanhai Bing for an hour. In the end, they were outnumbered and the line of defense was breached.

Seeing the Hanhai soldiers who kept jumping over the gap and jumping into the city wall, and looking at the remnants of less than 200 soldiers behind him, the commander of the Third Banner Battalion did not choose to retreat.

"Brothers! When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins! Kill!" The commander of the Third Banner Battalion was worthy of the title of a brave soldier, and brazenly launched a desperate charge in the face of several times the enemy.

"Kill!" The two hundred surviving Far Eastern soldiers followed their commander, resolutely telling the invaders in this way that the Far Eastern soldiers would never give in.

The result is obvious, the two hundred remnant soldiers faced the elite Hanhai soldiers several times, and they quickly fell in a pool of blood, bloody and bloody, but none of them chose to be deserters, they showed the iron bones of the soldiers of the Far Eastern Dynasty.

On the smoky battlefield, the tragic scene on the south wall of the city was staged again. Dozens of the last soldiers from the Far East rolled down the wall with the enemy in their arms and fell into a pulp.

"Sir, brothers can't hold it anymore, let's retreat!" The east wall of the city is the main attack direction of the Hanhai people, and they are under the greatest pressure. The No. 20 Nine Banners' No. here.

"Who dares to withdraw! Slash!" Mark, the head of the banner with disheveled hair, waved his sword and shouted like crazy.

Although there are nearly [-] Far Eastern soldiers deployed here, facing the attack of tens of thousands of Hanhai people, they are like a mantis holding a car, still unable to escape the fate of being crushed.

Zhao Yun, whose armor was torn, fell to his knees on the blood-stained ground with a plop, and choked up his request to Mark, the leader of the flag group: "Sir, please leave some seeds for our 29th flag group. The whole army was wiped out."

"Coward! Coward! I'm going to kill you deserter!" Mark kicked Zhao Yun to the ground and roared angrily.

"Sir, we're done—" someone said in despair.

"You guys are talking nonsense, we still have thousands of soldiers, and our defense lines are still resisting!" Mark roared loudly.

"Sir, the Third Banner Battalion was wiped out 10 minutes ago, and the defense area of ​​the Second Banner Battalion has just been captured..."

"Sir, retreat, the Hanhai people have already entered the city—" An officer pointed at the city that had turned into a sea of ​​flames. Countless Hanhai people had broken through the city gates and poured into the Ice City continuously. The whole city was mourning. Cry, cry in blood.

Seeing this scene, Mark's spirit could no longer bear the blow, and he had to accept this cruel reality. Although they fought hard to kill the enemy, they still couldn't stop the iron cavalry of the Hanhai people.

The sword raised in Mark's hand hangs down feebly, and he cries loudly: "God is going to destroy my Far East—" full of despair and unwillingness.

"Sir, keep the green hills here, don't worry about running out of firewood, let's go, we must fight back in the future!" Zhao Yun got up from the ground, and they were about to evacuate with Mark.

Mark struggled to break free from their arms, looked at the city wall where the corpses piled up like a mountain, and said, "You guys go, I won't go."

"Sir, let's go, if you don't go, it will be too late." Seeing the people from Hanhai rushing towards this side, Zhao Yun almost roared his request.

Mark looked at Zhao Yun, smiled sadly, and stuffed the broken battle flag into his hand.

"Boy, the flag of our 29th Banner Regiment will be handed over to you. Take the brothers out alive, and avenge the dead brothers in the future."

Zhao Yun shook his head stubbornly: "Sir, if you don't leave, I won't leave either."

"My order is to defend the Ice City. If I leave, it will be a deserter! It will insult our military flag, so I can't leave, but yours is different. You are right, I can't let our flag regiment become extinct !"

"General!" Zhao Yun looked at Mark with a sad smile, choked up and couldn't speak.

"I order you to lead the brothers to break through!" Mark saw the stubborn Zhao Yun and shouted anxiously.

Seeing the Hanhai people getting closer, and even seeing their ferocious faces, Zhao Yun wiped away his tears, held the broken military flag tightly, bumped his feet together vigorously, saluted Mark as a final military salute, and then pulled He roared unwillingly, "Follow me to break through!"

For the honor of the No.20 Nine Banners regiment and to preserve the No.20 Nine Banners regiment, Mark, the head of the flag group, finally decided to stay.

Because he knows that once he leads the army to break through, he will only end up with the infamy of desertion and desertion. Instead of living in humiliation, it is better to die vigorously in battle. He hopes that with his death, the command will not embarrass the soldiers who broke through. .

Zhao Yun, the leader of a thousand people, led more than 300 scarred survivors to start a bloody battle to break through, and on the east wall, Mark also ushered in the last battle of his life.

Looking at the deep night in the west, Mark threw away the incomplete saber of Zhou Zhong, pulled out the saber at his waist and held it high: "Come on, let's see how powerful you are!"

The Hanhai soldiers rushed in, their messy boots trampled on the city wall, and blood spattered. Seeing Mark's lonely figure, they felt lonely and tragic for no reason.

Mark died, fell straight like a stake on the place where he had fought, lying among the soldiers from the Far East whose corpses had already been cold, and he did not abandon his soldiers.

Looking at Mark's bruised corpse, Denzel, commander of the No. 11 army of the Hanhai Empire, was in a complicated mood.

Mark killed eight of his soldiers before he died. The enemy he wanted to tear Mark into pieces, but as a soldier, he admired Mark's attitude towards death. He is a real soldier and worthy of admiration.

"Find a place to bury him." In the end, Denzel couldn't bear the corpse of such a warrior in the wilderness, and decided to let him rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)