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

Chapter 41 General, You Must Live (For Collection)

Duan Xiaofan led the remnants out of the heavy encirclement of Turkic cavalry.

But they did not take the opportunity to escape.

They had no intention of running away at all!

They went straight to the gate of the city, trying to save the people who were dying.

However, they were still one step late after all.

There was no one standing in front of him.

Only the dead bodies strewn across the field.

Only the slowly flowing blood.

"Father! Wake up, open your eyes and look at the child..."

"Madam, Madam! Wake up, have you forgotten our vows?"

"Old lady, open your eyes and have a look! I, Lao Li, am not a coward..."

Everyone knelt down, holding the corpse of their closest relatives, and couldn't help crying.

They came back too late...

Old Master, Ma Yulin's wife, and countless old people from Yizhou...

They all died under the scimitar of the Turkic cavalry.

Lying forever on this land they love so much.

The corpses all over the ground, the blood flowing slowly, was indescribably desolate and tragic.

They are a group of helpless old people, women and children!

But this group of conscientious Turkic cavalry didn't even let them go.

When Duan Xiaofan and others returned to the people of Yizhou, they looked at the corpses all over the ground.

The endless desolation enveloped everyone deeply.

Even the horses they sat on roared.

Everyone knelt down in front of the common people, their eyes were red and blood and tears flowed.

Their tears have already dried up.

Now, only the hot blood is left.

The prodigal son got off his horse, staggered and knelt down on one knee.

Facing the scene in front of him, a deep sense of self-blame and guilt welled up in his heart.

"Dead, all dead."

"Hahaha……"

The prodigal son smiled bitterly.

But before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This blood is full of helplessness and anger!
In front of him, there were all the corpses of Yizhou people.

They once said that they would live and die with Yizhou.

Now, they do!

They are Yizhou's last hope, and they are also the reason why everyone is desperate for it.

But now, they are all dead.

Although Yizhou City exists, it has become an empty city.

The people in the city have died in battle.

What's the use of guarding it?

"Master, Master!"

The old one-armed man shook the old master's body and shouted loudly.

The empty sleeves, along with his extremely desolate voice, echoed non-stop at the gate of Yizhou City.

"Ma'am, so-and-so will go with you."

Ma Yulin, governor of Yizhou, hugged his wife's corpse tightly, murmuring incessantly.

He carefully put down his wife's body, picked up the saber beside him, and struggled to stand up.

Facing the dark Turkic army, he smiled.

The smile is so magnanimous, so heroic.

The prodigal son got up slowly, and turned to look at the Turkic army.

At this moment, he also looked up to the sky and laughed.

Not only him, but the tiger and leopard knights, the old one-armed man and others all burst out laughing.

As the laughter stopped abruptly, a monstrous killing intent spread out.

Turn over and get on the horse!
The prodigal son holds a long gun and points the gun at the Turkic cavalry.

The blood-stained tip of the gun instantly burst into blood.

The barrel of the gun, which had been slashed by the Turkic scimitar, also trembled.

"eye for eye!"

With tears in his eyes, Duan Xiaofan roared hoarsely.

"eye for eye!"

"eye for eye!"

The crowd couldn't help roaring.

"kill!"

Following the prodigal son's order, everyone charged towards the dark Turkic cavalry.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten time and life.

Just remember one word, kill!

This group of Haoerlang of the Han family, who were full of scars, took the initiative to charge towards the Turkic cavalry.

This may be the last charge...

"Pfft!"

"Pfft! Kill!"

"Turkic bastard son of a bitch, let's die together!"

"Even if I die, I will drag you with me!"

The crowd roared angrily, and once again fought with the Turkic cavalry.

In just a split second, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

There are Turkic cavalry, and there are Yizhou Haoerlang.

A life for a life!
Everyone is doing the last struggle.

But there are too many Turkic cavalry, even if they fight hard, there are now as many as [-].

But the prodigal son and others are less than a thousand people.

As the battle continued, they were dying step by step...

But everyone did not have the slightest fear.

For them, dying on the battlefield is the greatest glory in their life!

"Son! You must reach Chang'an alive."

"You must hand over Father's blood book to His Majesty!"

"You have to tell the world that I, a man from Yizhou, am not a coward, let alone a coward!"

Ma Yulin, governor of Yizhou, kept roaring.

But the sound is getting smaller and smaller.

His vision is also getting blurred.

"Pfft!"

A sharp Turkic scimitar sliced ​​across his back.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Seeing this scene, the surrounding Turkic cavalry roared excitedly.

But Ma Yulin let out a miserable laugh, turned around abruptly, and stabbed out with a sword.

"Pfft!"

As the blood soared, the Turkic cavalry who attacked him was blocked with a sword.

Ma Yulin immediately showed an extremely happy smile.

He is a civil servant, and he can even seal his throat with a sword...

But in the next second, Turkic scimitars fell on him.

Ma Yulin's body shook, and he fell into a pool of blood.

But he looked in the direction of Chang'an and laughed again.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The scimitar was still waving, and the blood was still splattering.

But Ma Yulin's back was already bloody from being cut.

"Old horse!"

The prodigal son yelled at Ma Yulin while desperately slaughtering the surrounding Turkic cavalry.

He originally thought that the officials of Datang were all dog officials.

But the appearance of Ma Yulin made the prodigal admire him.

For the people of Yizhou, he sacrificed his life.

How many people are waiting for good officials?
The prodigal son kept waving the spear in his hand, and the Turkic cavalry who killed him retreated again and again.

But there are too many Turkic cavalry around him, and it is as difficult as going to the sky to kill them!
He could only watch helplessly as a sharp machete slashed towards Ma Yulin again.

This knife pierced Ma Yunlin's back and pierced his body.

"General, you... hurry... go..."

Ma Yulin exhausted all his strength, turned his head and shouted at Duan Xiaofan.

But before the words fell, his body completely went limp.

"Lord Inspector!"

"History of the Spurs!"

Seeing this scene, the people around shouted hysterically.

But Ma Yulin couldn't be woken up again.

He was really tired, and walked away forever with a smile...

"General, let's go!"

"General, you must live!"

The good man in Yizhou yelled at Duan Xiaofan, and fell into a pool of blood one after another.

(End of this chapter)