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They all thought that this group of men in black were warriors from their tribe, and the warriors who could win again from the cowardly Song Dynasty!

They must have returned with the cowardly Song Dynasty tremblingly tribute, loaded with all kinds of plundered harvests!

Every time the Jin Dynasty fights the autumn wind towards Song State, it can be said to be a carnival for a country. Among the countless scenery along the way, the tribal vendors in every city can earn money from this group of soldiers and warriors who plundered the Song State, which they cannot earn for months or even a whole year!

What an exciting scene that is...

The fathers of every Jin warrior have experienced such glory, and the next generation of brave men, under the encouragement and leadership of their fathers, couldn't help but devote themselves to such crazy national plunder and bloody killing without hesitation. They enjoyed it, generation after generation...

But this time, the kind and simple Jin people who were waiting along the Jin warriors did not know that these people in black armor were not the Jin Dynasty warriors they believed to be true, but the hideous devil climbed out of hell, the extremely evil Shura!

They were like black disasters, swallowing up everything that had nothing to do with them.

Boshulu Aluhan even knew from a few crazy deserters that this group of "devils" who came from the north of the Song State followed three principles.

Anyone who is in chaos will kill!

All traitors, kill them!

Anyone from a foreign race, kill!

The Jingguan, built by the Jin people along the way, was erected one by one.

Countless jackals, tigers, leopards, crows, vultures, and other animals that followed this army of corrupted animals, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, and frantically ate the corpses of the golden man they had cut down. They made people feel very scared when they saw it!

As a Jin man with a noble surname in the capital of Bianjing, Logically speaking, Aluhan should have enjoyed the autumn wind of the Song people's tribute in Bianjing. He urinated in front of the Taizu Emperor's Mausoleum, which had long been emptied and exposed to the wilderness, and then fell asleep in the low sangs of the sluts captured from the Song people, enjoying the happiness of their Jin people.

Instead of here, holding the long sword tightly, gritting his teeth, joining the army guarding the capital, fighting with the enemy of Song that should not have existed at all!!

"You should die! You should die! The damn Song State, the damn soldiers, the damn... all deserve to die!"

Not far away, he looked at his friend who was riding on the same Song slave slut with him a few days ago, was froze by four or five wooden spears at the same time, and then was smashed into a blood hedgehog by the scattered arrows in the sky. He was stimulated by the noisy war atmosphere, and Aluhan became crazy.

There seemed to be a surge of force on his body, and he jumped, and with the help of the jumping force, he tried to use the "Rahan's Grizzly" taught by Shaolin monk to chop the long sword in his hand towards a Song soldier closest to him.

He was red and shouting wildly, with blue veins faintly appearing on his face, neck, hands, and skin, and he actually used all his strength.

"Go to death! You are a bad Song man!" A long sword slashed through it, and blood spilled in the sky.

Song Bing's stomach was cut open, and his colorful intestinal organs flowed all over the ground, and he couldn't even pick it up.

But he let out a sigh of relief, but instead stood up and rushed towards Aluhan like a mad dog, howling and directly grasped him. The latter was still unable to struggle in a hurry. Then a Song soldier from afar rushed over and slashed Aluhan's head away with one knife.

"Why?" Aluhan's head flew in the sky, spinning around, and a colorful and strange scene could not see clearly from all directions.

But Aluhan stared at the eyes of his eyes. Even before his death, Song Bing, who was still pestering himself and dragging him to hell, couldn't help but ask.

"Hu Wuren, Han Daochang! You group of barbarians, bastards, but livestock, how can you live under the same blue sky as me Han people? Don't think it's great to occupy half of the Song Dynasty. Bah! Hahaha, General Guo will wash your hands with the blood of you bastards, you livestock, wait!"

After saying that, Song Bing, who was unknown, seemed to think of something that he was extremely proud of, and burst into wild laughter.
Chapter completed!