Killer Crossover: Sixth Miss of the General's Mansion

Chapter 293 The Flame of War Spreads 3
More and more corpses fell down, a mountain of people slowly piled up.

The soldiers who trampled on the corpses and continued to fight in blood, their eyes were red, and the blood on their clothes could not tell whether it was their own or someone else's.

Numb people's hands, numb heart, already numb, even the wound can't feel pain.

Heavy body, sweating profusely, full of messy flesh and blood, in heart, eyes, and actions.There is only one word, kill, kill, kill. . .

Only by killing the other party can one get a chance to survive.

Cruel war, war, is the bleakest and most helpless tragedy in the world.

How many people will lose their homes and become displaced because of this.

How many old and helpless mothers will lose their beloved son and lose their homes due to the ruthless loss of life?
How many young women can be made to look forward to the return date of the husband every day?
Pairs of worried eyes looked at the distant horizon, almost turning into watchdogs, isn't it just to wait for their return date?
Which young child is not longing for his father's love?You can sit on the shoulders of your father and run together, enjoying another kind of love that only a father can give. . .

Once the pain is gone, it will be infinite suffering and regret!

But the man is fighting for peace and peace, and war can only be war, and peace can only be achieved after war.

Those who live behind are doomed to tragedy.

Stable lands and mountains are all piled up from corpses.

Definitions that have not changed since ancient times.

The cold wind was blowing, the war was raging in Liaoye, and the smell of blood was strong and dazzling.

The large splashes of blood are bright and eye-catching, like a carpet made of blood, like countless blood-colored flowers on the other side of the road leading to the underworld. It is said that they are as red as fire, and a large piece of flame is waving to the dead. , guiding the broken soul to the door of death.

"Pfft." Another column of blood splashed, leaving a heavy mark on history.

General Ling Tian's majestic figure occupies one side firmly, with a strong aura, he raises his sword and falls.

The big swords in the hands of the Xixia soldiers who dared to rush over killed one by one. The blood splashed out soaked the clothes, and the weapon that made the tiger in his hand was like a harvesting sickle. Grain.

When General Ling Tian was young, he followed the old general Jin Ge Iron Horse, galloped on the battlefield for many years, from an unknown soldier to the position of general, it can be said that he has paid a lot of hard work.

Since the signing of world peace, the emperor thought of his meritorious service in protecting the country, retained his position, retreated to the back line, and returned to the capital to serve the country.

In essence, it was a little selfishness of the emperor. He hoped that their family would be reunited, which was worthy of their loyalty to serve the country.

Now that he returns to the battlefield, his sword is not old, he is calm and steady, majestic and domineering, and he is even more merciless in fighting and killing the enemy, as if he was born on the battlefield.

Only by killing silently can the enemy's invasion be prevented, the family can have a peaceful life, and the family can have a safe place.

After an unknown amount of time, the red-eyed man was panting slightly, and his movements also unknowingly became sluggish.

People who used to be ambitious and energetic would take out a person with one blow, but now they have to slash a few times, otherwise they can't hurt their combat effectiveness. In this way, there are a lot of painful wailing sounds on the battlefield.

I really don't know if the knife has become blunt after using too much, or the physical strength of the person is gradually disappearing. . .

(End of this chapter)