Datang: My God of War identity was exposed by the princess

Chapter 38 The people of Yizhou request to fight (for collection)

Outside Yizhou city.

Tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry surrounded Duan Xiaofan and the others tightly, encircling and suppressing them non-stop.

Ash Zhenxiang tried to use crowd tactics to completely encircle and suppress the prodigal son and others.

Kill them all!

Facing the non-stop charge of the Turkic cavalry, they kept compressing the space.

Prodigal son and others, now it is impossible to escape.

How can the prodigal son not know that this is just a fight between trapped beasts.

How can everyone not know that this battle is already a foregone conclusion.

It's just a matter of time.

But none of the crowd gave up, let alone retreated.

Because they didn't want to win the war at all.

From the moment they walked out of Yizhou City, no one planned to go back alive.

Killing one person is enough.

Kill two, earn one!
With a mentality of mortal danger, everyone kept fighting with the Turkic cavalry.

One life for another!
Knowing that he is invincible, knowing that he is going to die.

They are still charging!

Even if they couldn't change their fate against the sky, they were unwilling to give in.

I swear to die, I would rather die than surrender!
Ash Zhenxiang in the distance was completely bewildered.

He never expected that the fighting power of the blood-clothed general and these cavalrymen would be so terrifying!
It's almost four sticks of incense time, but the blood-clothed general is getting more and more courageous!

……

"I'm going to chop you bastards!"

The demonized Duan Xiaofan entered a berserk state.

He is completely crazy!

The spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. It pierced the eyeballs of the Turkic cavalry and exploded their heads.

Streams of blood splattered everywhere, and the blood mist above the prodigal son's head became thicker and thicker.

Seeing this scene, Ash Zhenxiang in the distance could not help but tremble all over.

This damn blood-clothed general, is he still human?
And when the prodigal son was sliced ​​through the arm by a sharp Turkic scimitar, Ash Zhenxiang finally screamed excitedly.

This blood-clothed general is not a ghost.

As long as he is human, he will tire and die!

Now that he is exhausted, this is the perfect opportunity to kill him!

Ash Zhenxiang laughed with great excitement, and ordered the Turkic cavalry to continue to encircle and suppress the prodigal son and others.

At this time, the Turkic army was at the center.

"General!"

"The Bloody General!"

Xiahoudun, Lao Dubi and others exclaimed at the prodigal son.

They don't have violent skills, and they don't have attributes.

They were already scarred and exhausted.

If there were no prodigal sons to protect them, they would have died under the Turkic scimitar long ago.

But now...

Even the Bloody General was injured.

That is the god of war standing in their hearts.

Now, God of War is injured, is he about to fall?
Everyone is going to die...

"Pfft!"

A machete slashed fiercely on the prodigal son's back.

"Pfft!"

A machete then pierced the prodigal son's chest.

At this time, the prodigal son is like a flat boat in the sea, crumbling.

"For me, go! Die!"

The prodigal roared, and shot the Turkic cavalry headshot.

Then he turned around and swept out with a shot, taking away the head of the Turkic cavalry behind him.

"A bunch of bastards, what can I do!"

The prodigal son raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, reaching out his hand and pulling out the scimitar from his chest.

The pride of despising tens of thousands of Turkic cavalry is extremely arrogant!
As the blood soared, a piercing pain spread throughout his body.

The severe pain stimulated his nerves, and the blood in his eyes gradually dimmed.

At this moment, the prodigal son slowly woke up from the demonized state.

He turned his head and glanced at the soldiers beside him, feeling desolate in his heart.

Three thousand tiger and leopard riders, now less than a thousand.

There are nearly a thousand people in Yizhou, but less than a hundred are alive today.

And around them, there are still the dark Turkic cavalry.

Even if they desperately killed the enemy, the Turkic cavalry only lost less than half.

The remaining [-] Turkic cavalry, even if they stand there and let them chop, they can't kill them all...

The prodigal son couldn't help laughing miserably, and his eyes dimmed accordingly.

Lao Tzu is a suave, unrestrained prodigal son of Chang'an.

I was known around the world to watch widows take a shower when I was 13.

At the age of 14, he fell in love with Pingkangfang.

At the age of 15, he rolled the dice and became the God of Wealth in the casino.

But who knows, Lao Tzu also killed the enemy in the northern border!

Even the people of Yizhou who knew about Lao Tzu's glorious deeds are about to die...

The prodigal son who has always pretended to be an ideal, is now full of unwillingness and loneliness...

The end of the hero, that's all.

"General, die in battle. The last general has long wanted to die for the country."

Xiahou Dun reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared with pride.

"General, die in battle. This old man misses the brothers below..."

The old one-armed man looked at the gradually gloomy sky and said with a smile.

"General, die in battle. I'm tired..."

Ma Yulin, governor of Yizhou, supported his body with the saber in his hand, and said with a wry smile.

The prodigal son's eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces.

Seeing their death-defying expressions, the unwillingness and loneliness in the prodigal son's heart were swept away.

"In that case, let's fight to the death!"

The prodigal son looked up to the sky and roared with pride.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Everyone looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

The pride of seeing death as home, soared to the sky!
now,

They have no choice.

Only fight to the death!

The prodigal son put the spear in his hand horizontally on his chest, and blew lightly in a pretentious manner.

Then he wiped it gently with his sleeve.

It's like touching a young woman.

"Brother, follow me and kill a few more bastards."

"Old Tie, send me one last ride..."

Just when the prodigal son was holding the spear in his hand, stroking and sitting on the horse, and was about to fight to the death.

At the gate of Yizhou City, a group of people came out.

Although they all faltered.

Although they are all gray-haired.

But they walked so vigorously!

"General, Yizhou can't be defended anymore, so we don't want to defend it."

"General, we group of immortals also want to be heroes for a while, so that those stinky women under the nine springs can take a good look at it."

"One day husband and wife, one hundred days of grace, on the way to Huangquan, husband, please don't abandon me."

Those desolate voices came along with the wind.

Let the prodigal son and others be shocked.

because,

What they saw was not reinforcements, let alone the troops sent by Li Er.

Instead,

People!

The last old, weak, sick and disabled in Yizhou...

They want to fight to the death with the prodigal son.

They want to go to the underworld together with their closest relatives.

"This bunch of damn two-legged sheep, are they really not afraid of death?"

Seeing this scene, Ash Zhenxiang in the distance couldn't help but growl with livid face and numb scalp.

Yes, they are not afraid of death.

This group of old, weak, sick and disabled, who were struggling to walk, walked out one by one with crutches.

They are here to die!
"General in blood, the people of Yizhou request to fight!"

The old master who was leading tried his best to straighten his hunched back, and shouted in a trembling voice.

That gray beard flutters in the wind...

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