One Hundred and Eight, the Cang Wolf Banner by the Sea of ​​Swords

One Hundred and Eight, the Cang Wolf Banner by the Sea of ​​Swords

The cloudless sky is clean and pure blue colors extend from the sea level to the top of your head.

On a very rare and refreshing day in winter, the lead-gray clouds that have been shrouded for many days have dispersed, allowing the sea to show its most beautiful color.

The crisp sound of waves came towards us with the fishy sea breeze. The nearly dazzling white beach spreads toward the end of the vision in front of you.

——Sea breeze, làng waves, beaches, blue sky... The long journey from the prairie to the western ocean has finally come to an end here.

Looking at the scenery of the sword sea under the clear and warm sunshine, Timur Khan's xiong was full of enthusiasm for a moment, and he couldn't help but cheer.

He took a flicking army flag of the wolf with his own hands, chād hard on this beautiful beach, then bent down, scooped up a handful of clear sea water with both hands, and gently splashed it on his cheeks. Then, he stood up in the wind with his eyes closed, letting the sea water flow down his beard and temples, savoring the cool feeling... Among these crystal water droplets, it seemed that there was a childhood dream...

Rows of sea foaming came one after another with the sound of waves. A little water vapor was further poured into the already wet air... Timur Khan took a deep breath and felt that his internal organs were cool and particularly comfortable.

——Standing at the end of the journey, enjoying the wonders you have never seen before, and feeling the refreshing sea breeze... This is the luxury of the conqueror

On the front, back and left and right of Timur Khan, hundreds of soldiers of the Qixue Guard of the Tukan Khanate took off their boots, stood barefoot in this beautiful white sand sea, jumping happily and shouting loudly, as if to celebrate their accomplishment of legendary achievements that had not been achieved by ancestors. The Canglang Army Flag, which symbolizes the tradition of the grassland and tribal glory, was on the Western Beach at the end of this land.

From the oceans in the east to the oceans in the west... At this moment, they seemed to feel in a daze that they had conquered this world

However, in this joyful scene that cheered like a child, behind these conquerors who celebrated their arrival at the end of the earth, there were only a few dozen steps away, but there was a picture of hell covered in the sun, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed into a river.

——In the fishing village that had just been slaughtered, the small wooden houses had already turned into coke in the flames and black smoke. The villagers who had no time to escape, even the children, were also split into a belly by sharp sabers, and their heavy wolf teeth smashed their heads, lying in pieces in shattered between the courtyards and the paths... thus dyeing this beautiful and picturesque scenery with a glaring scarlet red...

As for the "coin city" Ascatra, the "city of coins" further away, it also groaned bitterly in the thick smoke, fire and death.

From the oceans in the east to the oceans in the west, under the banner of the Canglang of Timur Khan, hundreds of thousands of nomadic warriors galloped on horseback, crossed strange countries, overcame all difficulties and obstacles, broke through all strong cities and enemies, and embarked on a great road to conquest.

But at the same time, behind this great journey, a terrifying destruction belt that runs across the earth was artificially created - wherever the Canglang Army flag was chā, the locust-like Tukan army followed closely, and death, destruction, plague and fear were brought there.

——This is the style of grassland nomads since ancient times. They are simple but not kind, innocent but cruel... They indulge their own ejaculation like naughty children, and follow their ejaculation. Finally, they become demons and butchers in the eyes of others without realizing it...

Now, this long journey of glory and greatness, blood and destruction seems to have reached its final end.

So, what will be after this end of dreams, victory and destruction?

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The port city of Askatla (athkatla, the city of coin), the capital and economic center of the Dominion of Am, and the famous city of coins throughout the continent, can no longer see the glory of gold coins, only unconcealed killing and violence.

From the port area to the square, this prosperous trading city is already groaning in blood and fire.

Ascatra City, which was trapped in a full-scale war, is devouring tens of thousands of lives at an astonishing speed.

In this burning purgatory city, fighting is everywhere and death occurs at all times. The twilight that envelopes the earth at dusk looks even more red and dazzling against the backdrop of blood and flames.

“…Recharge shotgun, prepare for ~~shè strike”

Amid the choking smoke and scorching fire, Admiral Li Huamei was wearing a capable cheongsam decorated with red and black background and gold silk, holding a long sword with a cold light flashing cold, standing on a broken barricade near the pier, and majesticly giving orders.

The sturdy and thin Oriental gunner immediately stuffed white cylinders into the barrel, and then pulled the rope suddenly.

The next moment, accompanied by the fire from the muzzle, a series of roars symbolizing destruction and death sounded one after another. The barricade, which was piled up with furniture, debris, boxes, and sandbags, was also wrapped in a thick layer of white smoke.

So, in front of the muzzle of the sixteen-mén light smoothbore cannon in the barricade, a fan-shaped death zone instantly appeared.

——Thousands of tiny iron beads, continuously shoved into the fragile throne at extremely high speed, making a dense "puff" sound like a torrential rain. The Tukan barbarian nomads who were screaming and even screaming, were directly blown out by the hot steel rain and exploded into sieves, dead beyond recognition. Countless scattered blood bones flew like snow for a moment.

Compared with solid bullets, this kind of shotgun made of filled with steel balls is much closer, but the killing effect is amazingly good. Moreover, the price is much cheaper than the complex structure of the bullet, which is suitable for use in such short-term urban street battles.

Only a few lucky officers who were wearing magic armor, alchemy shields and amulets, or who happened to stand behind and were blocked by their colleagues with their bloody bodies, used their embarrassing head-to-head squatting posture to escape the disaster in this overwhelming rain of bullets.

However, as soon as they stood up in shock, they found that the majestic admiral, who had already swung his sword, leaped down lightly from the top of the barricade, carrying a large number of sailors holding axes or scimitars, stepped on the layers of corpses, and rushed towards them, rushing towards them with layers of corpses.

On the buildings on both sides of the street, some people climbed ropes like monkeys, drew an arc from the window, and landed directly in the middle of the street. When they were still in the air, they threw down sizzling grenades, sharp flying axes and flying knives one after another... screams came one after another. Several people's scalp were directly lifted, white brains splattered all over the walls and the ground, and a few strands of hair combined with thick blood stuck to the broken skull, looking particularly miserable.

So, the Tukan soldiers gathered on the street and other vassal tribe warriors who followed them to fight immediately began to howl again - either their skulls were opened on the spot by flying axes falling from the sky, or they were blown up by grenades at a very close range. Even magic talismans could not offset such almost close-fitting damage, so that they were covered with fine iron pieces, turning into blood gourds rolling all over the ground.

At the same time, the anti-stormtrooper team led by Admiral Li Huamei had already rushed to them with great momentum.

In an instant, I could only hear the jingling sounds on the streets, and the sounds of various steel collisions and sharp blades breaking into the bones, and finally connected into a murderous music.

The rows of sharp sword lights rolled up dazzling blood lights in the crowd.

It must be admitted that in this narrow battlefield where you cannot ride a horse, the grassland warriors who have to leave their beloved mounts are obviously not as good as those sailors who are accustomed to jumping on the sidelines, and can adapt to the complex urban street fighting.

Admiral Li Huamei, who led these sailors, is an NV strongman who seems to be born to be active on the battlefield.

——Although her long hair was lifted by airflow, her skirt was hooked by miscellaneous objects, and her clothes were blackened by smoke, her heroic and handsome face seemed to emit a much more dazzling brilliance than usual

The permeated smoke of gunpowder, the choking smell of fire, the pungent bloody smell and the burnt smell... The above-mentioned unique smells of the battlefield make her "Fei Xianghu" more pleasant than any perfume and powder you like.

In this cruel scene of swords and swords and blood splashing, she felt as if she had returned to the vast ocean of her hometown in the past. As the gods of Mazu of the East China Sea, she was surrounded by the power of the Qiantang River, fighting desperately with the Japanese pirates between one island after another - artillery battle, landing battle, night attack battle, ambush battle... Of course, there are also cruel street battles like blood mills.

Time flies, and more than three centuries have flowed from her fingers like flowing water, but fate seems to have not changed much - at this moment, she stands in a burning city, galloping between the winding streets and alleys, wielding her sword to kill all those who dare to offend. The only difference is that behind her is no longer the hometown and elders that need to be protected. At this moment, the "Fei Xianghu" is just fighting for herself.

Accompanied by a clear cold light, Admiral Li Huamei raised his sword lightly and slashed hard at the shoulder of a leader of the Tukan Khanate. However, the magic armor surface of the other party, which was obviously painted with the hexagram of the Nair Empire, immediately flashed a bright green light, as if to counteract the damage of the sword. The wolf teeth stained with blood and ends in his hand were raised high by him with a grin and smirk, and smashed Li Huamei's sky cover without any mercy.

However, as soon as his wolf teeth were raised to the top of his head, the grin on his face suddenly frozen, and an unbelievable astonishment flowed out in his eyes. The next moment, the magic armor on the head of the thousand-man blew up inch inch, like paper scraps that exploded when firecrackers were set off during festivals.

His body as strong as a buffalo was hit by a huge force and then fell heavily into the rubble and ashes. His mouth seemed to be hit directly by a six-pound solid bullet. It suddenly exploded a big ball like a ball, and his internal organs and broken ribs were sprayed out with blood, causing the unlucky guy to die without saying a word.

It was not until the moment before her death that the commander of thousands of men was shocked to discover that there was a layer of dazzling blue divine light as bright as a gem on the blade of Admiral Li Huamei, which vaguely emitted an irresistible awe-inspiring power. She was the elect of the sea god, and the power of the sea flowed in her blood, and this was one of the largest harbors in the world.

Therefore, in front of this nv admiral who was deeply favored by the East China Sea God Mazu and has entered the legendary realm, on this coastal battlefield where it can best exert its power, it is difficult for any magic prop to withstand the power of her sword.

What's more, in these Tukan barbarians who have no arcane talent, they are at most wearing a few second- and third-rate goods seized.

As long as she holds the hilt of the sword tightly and cuts off the sharp blade, whether it is armor or talisman, it will explode into countless pieces under the blue divine light and the roaring sword blade on the spot, splashing out the blood in the sky, and spreading more fear.

"...Oh, this nv person is so scary. Don't worry about other people for now. Let's be her together~~"

Before the little leader could finish his words, Li Huamei walked forward lightly. In front of more than a dozen wolf teeth and sabers that were hit head-on, she skillfully turned her wrists, allowing the sword to collide with the opponent's weapon to lead or pick, and gently avoided the head-on slash.

Then, infinite divine power gushed out from her sword blade again, and the azure blue cold light suddenly appeared again like lightning, sweeping out half an arc like awesome... The next moment, more than a dozen enemy soldiers swept by the half arc all reached out to cover their throats, staggered back in disbelief, and finally fell down, spraying a shocking red blood mist from their necks.

Admiral Li Huamei, bathed in the blood mist, just wiped the blood on her face with her sleeves without any care, and even a bright smile appeared from the corner of her mouth, reflecting the swaying red flame at this moment, setting off the countless corpses scattered around. A unique cruelty, monster and splendor of a bloodthirsty beauty suddenly appeared - it was full of danger and also made people feel extremely drunk...

In fact, Admiral Li Huamei himself was also immersed in this refreshing killing, as if he was drinking the sweetest spirits.

——Only in this fierce battle of life and death, she can temporarily forget the bitterness and misery of being betrayed by her relatives and fleeing in a hurry after the failure of the civil war, forget the various eyes and embarrassment she suffered in this foreign land, forget the sudden despair and helplessness of the Li family fleet in Ascatra City, and she and her subordinates were all under house arrest, forget that she was an exile who lost her motherland, her home, her relatives, and her glory... I only remember that she was still the invincible Feixianghu who set sail for seven seas and swung his sword.

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The impact of swords and dying whine lasted less than a quarter of an hour in front of the barricade, but it felt like a century had passed.

When Admiral Li Huamei's mind was dizzy because of blood, he finally barely recovered from the thrilling rhythm of killing, there were only countless broken corpses that were swept down like harvesting wheat, like a large number of harvested corpses.

Several sailors from the Li family fleet were chopping down the last wolf flag in front of them, throwing it on the ground and trampling it on the ground excitedly and repeatedly.

Although the number of those remaining enemies was still several times that of Li Huamei's troops, they eventually lost the courage to continue fighting. The blood courage that they had plucked up when they charged just now was long ago killed by Admiral Li Huamei's men, and the invincible aura of the Buddha blocking and killing Buddha was overwhelmed. After several leaders died one after another, the others were immediately scared and turned around and ran away. No one was willing to use their blood to test Admiral Li's sword skills.

Seeing that the battle had come to an end, a team of local militias stationed at this barricade rushed over to help clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and added blows to the enemy who was still lying on the ground, and diligently handed dry food and clean water to the sailors who had experienced a bloody battle.

Then, two other priests of the Wojin Church with big ears also smiled and came out of some unknown cellar. They thanked Admiral Li Huamei for his complaints. Not only did they not care about the fact that the Wojin Church had turned against him a few days ago, they suddenly forcibly seized the revenge of the Li family fleet, but they also fought so hard to defend the city of Ascatra. In the future, the Wojin Church would inevitably repay him... For a moment, all kinds of flattery words were really talking like làngcháo. Admiral Li's eyes were circling, and he felt that he was more tired than chopping people.

However, the young Korean young man who came to help her clean up the bloodstained, took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention to it, and quietly approached Li Huamei's ear and asked: "...Sister Huamei, our own warships were driven away by the gang of hún eggs from the Wojin Church. There was no ship left on the dock, which made us only stay here and fight with the Tukan people to the death. Can we last last with this unreliable ragged barricade?"

"...It should be no big problem, according to the latest news, General Taylor... Well, it should be Marshal Taylor. He was already driving his floating battleship and arrived at the north at full speed. It only took a few hours to arrive... Even if he couldn't win, he should at least leave..."

Li Huamei squinted her eyes weakly and whispered, "... What's more, this is not the place where the battle is the most intense..."

Just as they were talking, both of them felt the ground suddenly start to tremble violently, and they couldn't help but stop talking, looked up at the quake source, and suddenly found that at the headquarters of the Woking Church, around the dome of the "Golden Tower" temple, colorful magic lights lit up one after another, as if showing some kind of destruction, and waves of surging and violent energy craziness were repeatedly hitting, tearing everything involved into pieces.
Chapter completed!