The long sword of a soldier in the suicide camp was cut down from the shoulders of the Doushang, and one arm was removed. His eyes also fell on the Yellow Turban soldier behind the Doushang. In his eyes, the Doushang, who was almost the same as other Yellow Turban soldiers, was already a dead person, and he didn't even care about the appearance and figure of the Doushang. Therefore, he did not notice the abnormality of the Doushang.

"Puff."

The next moment, the bean soldier who should have died in his eyes did not fall down. The intact left arm used the long knife held by his right arm and stabbed it. The whole long knife did not enter the chest and abdomen of the soldiers in the Death Camp in front of him. The tip of the knife tore the armor of the clothes and armor, penetrated the skin, and penetrated the soft organs inside, and then came out from behind.

He lowered his head in surprise, and what caught his eyes was the long sword that was not half separated from his chest and abdomen, as well as the blood flowing down. The severe pain had occupied his mind. Every second he passed, he could clearly feel that he was one step closer to death. The strength he should have was passing with the loss of blood.

There was no time to fear death, or for soldiers like them, death was destined to be the end, but they didn't know the exact time of its arrival. He was prepared and awakened, with a bitter smile on his lips. Now it seemed that he was not one of the rare lucky ones, but instead made the unlucky ones.

Dou Bing pulled out his knife and let the soldier of the Death Camp experience the same unforgettable pain before. Now his vision is a little blurred, but he still sees it very clearly, and faces Dou Bing's eyes that have no emotions and no meaning.

Death in the hands of a "person" who is not a human is really unwilling to do so.

With a hint of mocking, he shouted angrily, and his palm suddenly clenched the long sword in his hand. The remaining force on his body made him slash out the knife that he used his life as a support.

This is not a human thing, so how could he understand that it is impossible to relax if he fails to completely kill a person. Moreover, it completely underestimates a desperate person, regards fighting as an ordinary warrior's obsession and revenges. As long as he does not die completely, he will drag the enemy into death!

The Doushang was divided into two, from the beginning to the entire body. The body of the soldiers in the suicide camp fell forward, and the knife held in their arms and palms implemented his will before his death. The inertia also made the blade of the long sword completely cut the Doushang.

However, not every soldier in the Death Camp can be like this soldier.

Their ferocity is almost the same as that of a ruthless person, but some people have worse luck and are killed the moment the bean soldiers falls from the sky. Some dodge the first wave of attacks, defend themselves, and immediately react to kill the bean soldiers. However, the things they encounter are almost exactly the same as the death camp.

The bean soldiers are not humans, and any damage they receive that can kill a person will not cause it to die. The will they implement is to kill the enemy, and there is almost nothing that can stop them from advancing and attacking except to completely destroy them and cut off their limbs.

Caught off guard, more soldiers from the Death Camp died.

"This is a magic trick, cut off their limbs! Don't attack all the vital points, remember to cut off their limbs!" Li Qianjun's voice sounded, and with both swords flying, cutting off another bean soldier's arms.

His voice was not slow, but the same was true for these soldiers to move very quickly. When they appeared, the attack of the suicide camp at the top of the city was inevitably stagnant. Then, some of the suicide camp soldiers were killed, and one gap after another appeared.

The army led by Sun Jian also had the same situation, but the attack momentum did not stop because of the death of many soldiers. The gaps left by the dead Han soldiers were filled again, and new soldiers took over their positions.

"Damn it!" Yunshui Kuanglan cursed angrily, watching the flying knife he threw out accurately hit a bean soldier's vital point, but its movements did not change at all, and he did not even bring any impact.

Just in Yunshui Kuanglan's eyes, his comrade who should have been saved by him but would not die was cut by Doubing's knife and a ball of blood burst out from his chest. His eyes were so bloody that he was filled with a great anger. If it were someone, under his flying knife, he would have died long ago.

But, there is no if!

"Grass." He spat fiercely, and the white dots flew out of the air and turned into an existence like aerosol, mixed with a little redness. Without any hesitation, Yunshui Kuanglan pulled out the long sword behind his back and rushed forward with his fellow comrades in the Death Camp. His flying knife had no effect on facing these things that were not humans, so he could only rely on the long sword he was holding in his hand now.

This knife is like Li Qianjun's second knife, and it is also Yunshui Kuanglan's second knife. In fact, if he only knows how to swing the flying knife, he will not be able to survive now, because on the battlefield, no matter how accurate the flying knife is, he will not be able to survive here safely.

Even the master named Xiao Li, Yunshui Kuanglan will die on the battlefield when he read through the ancient books. Because this is the battlefield, with two hands and dozens or hundreds of flying knives, he cannot face a large number of enemies at the same time.

This is a flesh-and-blood killing field! When you throw out two flying knives, two enemies will die, or more, but when you reach out to get the flying knives again, more enemies will rush over.

Just like now, the Yellow Turban soldiers who suddenly appeared as the ones guarding the city walls, attacked them as they attacked the city walls. Inch by inch, inch by inch, forced them to move forward inch!

"Long live the great wise and good teacher!" A shout erupted from the mouth of a Yellow Turban soldier, and the fanaticism in his eyes surged into a beating flame, including the morale that had been falling, which instantly reached its peak!

They followed the Dou Bing closely, shouting loudly, "Huang Tiandangli", and rushed towards the Han soldiers. They ignored the blades cut by the Han soldiers and did not think about how to defend. They also slashed out with one sword, and they were actually thinking of dying together!

The battle situation on the entire city wall deteriorated instantly. Even with the bravery of Sun Jianli Qianjun and others, as well as the elite soldiers under their command, could not make a bloody road in this attack like a wave in the sea. Because there were always only some people on this city wall. Even if soldiers kept coming to support from the city, they could not ignore the fact that the countless Yellow Turban soldiers were present on the city.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!