Mo Daoshou took on the enemy.

Ding Yuan's eyes widened, he made a yo yo yo sound, and clenched his fists.

"Win! Win!" Feng Shao was like a gambler, his eyes were red and his neck was stretched forward.

Interception is the most critical aspect of this battle.

The advance of the Northern Xinjiang Army must be stopped before the surprise attack on both sides can be effective.

Therefore, Feng Shao sent all his most elite subordinates to the front line.

The general was his confidant. Before setting off, he said, "Xiaguan's life is gone. Please tell me carefully and treat Xiaguan's wife and children well!"

Feng Shao's reply at the time was: "I take care of you personally and treat it like a family member. If something goes wrong, I will die at the hands of Yang Gou."

Death at the hands of Yang Gou, this oath is too poisonous!

My heart was instantly relieved.

"here we go."

Ahead, the defenders began to trot.

On the opposite side, the Mo swordsmen stopped.

"Raise the knife!"

Whoosh!

Mo Dao was raised high.

The general roared, "Behead!"

The sword flashed and cut the sunbeam into two pieces.

Ahead, blood burst out like an unstoppable spring under the ground.

Limbs were flying in mid-air, and several heads, looking astonished, staggered to the ground.

"cut!"

The swordsmen all took a step forward.

Mo Dao waved.

Ahead, another row fell down.

"cut!"

The swordsmen moved forward step by step.

"Sure!"

A general said desperately: "We can't stop it!"

Ding Yuan's eyes turned red, "No! Please be sure, please order me!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

On both sides of the long street, many stone houses are open.

The common people rushed out, howling, and when they saw that the Northern Xinjiang Army did not intend to kill anyone, they cried and pointed at their homes, saying that there were defenders inside.

"Wait."

The Northern Xinjiang Army's method is very simple, throw poison gas bombs and wait.

The defenders who couldn't bear the smoke rushed out and were killed one by one.

The people who escaped were kneeling on the ground, crying towards their former enemies, as if they had found a place to belong.

"That's so ridiculous."

Yang Xuan shook his head, "It can be seen that the defenders are unpopular."

Han Ji, who came back, said: "These people were forced to move here and were dissatisfied. Now that they learned that the defenders wanted to take them to death, they naturally turned against them."

The old thief whispered to Tu Shang: "Old Tu, how does your family's military strategy compare with Lang Jun's?"

Tu Shang was silent.

"Talk about it." The old thief rushed.

"The second brother is back." Tu Shang pointed forward.

Wang Laoer came back dragging a bunch of heads, covered in blood and extremely excited.

"Lang Jun, thirty-three!"

grass!

Yang Xuan coughed dryly and said, "Let's settle the score later."

Ning Yayun said: "How about finding another King Wei?"

"It's so rare to be taken advantage of!" Yang Xuan sighed a little.

"Then I won't give it to you."

"It's not about money."

"Why is that?"

"It's just a tacit understanding. The second child feels that he is working and not eating and drinking for free."

"What's the meaning?"

"He gave all the money to Yi Niang to keep for him. Last time A Liang was born, he gave away half of the money.

I won’t accept it! He just looked at me eagerly and said it was for his nephew.

That look in his eyes was so pure that it made me... feel ashamed."

Ning Yayun sighed, "No wonder you are so kind to him."

"People's hearts are always mutual, and long-term unilateral efforts will cause problems sooner or later."

"Including the lord and his subordinates?"

"right."

Han Ji said: "Look, the enemy army is about to be defeated."

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "From the moment the people's doors opened, I won this battle, and what follows is just for fun.

I said I would see the guard within an hour, and I am afraid Zhen Siwen will set a goal for himself and end this battle within half an hour."

Ning Yayun asked: "Are you sure?"

Yang Xuan nodded, "I firmly believe it."

…

"We'll see the guard within half an hour!"

Zhen Siwen had already reached the front line, kicked away the subordinate who was hugging him, and shouted: "Follow me!"

The Mo swordsmen swung their swords in unison, and blood splashed all over his face.

What Zhen Siwen didn't care about was a stab in the head.

"kill!"

His tricks are that he has no tricks.

There is no future in blocking on the battlefield, it's just about being faster than anyone else.

"kill!"

Zhen Siwen stabbed each other and gradually advanced forward.

He rushed forward to kill without selflessness, and the Mo swordsmen all looked at him in surprise.

Isn't this person a civil servant?

How come you can kill the enemy more ruthlessly than us?

"Follow up!"

Someone yelled.

The swordsmen sped up.

The pace of advancement is getting faster and faster.

Zhen Siwen was halfway through the fight when he suddenly raised his head.

So tired!

He was startled, the previous fighting experience was still vivid in his mind.

I did that?

Zhen Siwen couldn't help but shudder as she thought about how many times she was almost stabbed.

"Half an hour!"

Some generals shouted.

yes!
To be continued...