Qiang City.

The sound of killing is getting closer and closer.

The twenty-seven people volunteered to enter the city, only Zhang Yuan and five others were left.

Along the way, a few people will fall down at a distance in each row.

And at this moment, the living people are just at the end of their strength.

"Boss, you must bring the accurate news from the city to Miss White."

Several soldiers protected Zhang Yuan and retreated, while they were surrounded by enemies' corpses, and several of them were of their own.

Facing the face to face, they may not be worse than the warriors of Beiyan, so almost all the dead were killed in the plot.

Zhang Yuan looked at the fewer and fewer people and closed his eyes in pain.

When he opened it again, his eyes were left with nothing but the determination to die.

He said, "I will not let the hearts of my brothers be in vain!"

After saying that, Zhang Yuan held the little white marten and ran towards the direction where the sound of the fight came as fast as possible.

Some people wanted to stop him, but they were blocked by several soldiers behind the palace.

Although this battle is not as shocking as the battle between thousands of troops, it is no less tragic than any war.#@$&

At this moment, there are more and more enemies, emerging one after another.

But the five soldiers were already scarred and exhausted.

One of them had his palm cut, so he asked his partner to tie the sword to his arm, and as long as he could still wave his arm, he could still fight.

Although his battle seemed so funny and powerless, he was swearing to stop the enemy's determination to buy time for Zhang Yuan even though he was swearing to death. Who can ignore it?

Even the most brave soldier in the enemy army was frightened and palpitations when he collided with his sword.%&(&

The other man, whose leg was cut off, used his belt to slam the upper half of the bleeding and continued to wield the sword in his hand to fight the enemy.

Each of the five people was seriously injured, but no one retreated.

The soldiers of Beiyan who looked down on the people of Dongling and felt that the people of Dongling were cowardly and cunning, also looked awe in front of these five people.

The Beiyan people led by the leader called off their subordinates and asked the five people in front of him: "You no longer have any ability to resist, but you are still fighting stubbornly. Is it worth it?"

A warrior spat in his mouth: "Your battle is for plunder, and our resistance is for guarding."

"Even if we fall today, one day, my compatriots in Dongling will drive you thieves out of Dongling! You will definitely not be able to rule Dongling, nor will you win!"

The people of Beiyan led the leader said indifferently: "As long as you surrender, I will not kill you, and I will save your life."

The five soldiers smiled, and their smiles bloomed in the pool of blood, so gorgeous, but so weird.

"It's better to be broken than to be complete! Let us bow down to you, don't think about it!"

The people of Beiyan, led by the leader, shook their heads with regret, but there was no pity in their eyes: "Then, you have to die. It would be better not to struggle too much and make your body split, because your body must be used to slightly disturb Bai Ming!"

Five soldiers gritted their teeth and looked at each other.

Two of the soldiers immediately rushed towards the Northern Yan people in the lead, but were stopped by the people around him. They were penetrated by spears, raised high, and then fell down fiercely.

However, before the leader of the Beiyan people showed a smug smile, three swords pierced into his abdomen, one of which was still broken, and was pierced on his intestines, causing him to cover his wound and kneel down on one knee.

Blood overflowed and ticked down.

The smug smile in his eyes had not yet dissipated, but the light disappeared little by little as life passed.

It turned out that the two of them were deliberately dying just now to attract the attention of the people beside him and give their companions the chance to kill him.

One of the Dongling soldiers pulled out the sword and opened and closed his lips with bloody mouths up and down: "We also want your body to make things difficult for the big beast of the Yuan family!"

After the words came, dozens of Northern Yan soldiers besieged at the same time. They held the spear in their hands tightly and stabbed them hard.

The three soldiers were strung together, separated, and then strung together.

After several rounds and turns, their bodies were covered with blood holes.

The three of them also lost their precious lives because of this.

At the moment before their death, they pressed the people of Beiyan, who were led to the ground, and walked to the death with calmness and determination.

"Miss White, we will always be with you."

The missing piece in front of the chest is the proof of their determination to advance and retreat with Bai Mingwei, just like the handwriting embroidered on the bag used to hold relics-

Their souls will always be stationed here, accompanying the people they respect, and jointly resist the enemy.

And they also proved with their actions that even bandits, even women, even old and weak... they can die gloriously without distinguishing each other in the face of defending their country, whether it is evil or good.

It is worthwhile to do their death today to do anything they are guarding.

The people of Northern Yan picked out their armor, the words "family and country" and "people", which were still clear after being soaked in blood.

The people of Northern Yan smiled coldly and raised their feet to trample on the words that seemed to have a hot temperature.

They thought that as long as these dazzling things were destroyed, they could erase the faith of the people of Dongling.

But they forgot that the bullied people of Dongling were once famous for their backbone and blood. The living people were descendants of heroes.

How could the soldiers who have inherited a lineage of blood be defeated in their hands?

...

At this time, Zhang Yuan was approaching the battlefield. Before he could send a signal, he could hear a sharp sound breaking through the air.

He looked back and saw a long sword shot towards him, but he couldn't avoid it. He watched the sharp sword nailed to his abdomen, took him for a distance, and finally hung him on a pomegranate tree.

When he still had a home, he also planted a pomegranate tree in his yard...

Zhang Yuan picked up the trembling Xiaobai from his arms and vomited a mouthful of blood: "It seems that it's over here. Can you walk to Feng Junshi by yourself?"

Xiaobai opened his big misty eyes, turned his head and looked at Zhang Yuan for a few times, stretched out his small claws to wipe away the blood from Zhang Yuan's lips, as if he said again: If we pull the sword, we can still leave.

Zhang Yuan chuckled softly: "A beast is still affectionate. He is born as a human being, but there are so many people who leave it alone but insist on being an animal."

"Little White Sable, you must live well until the day when the world is peaceful and the people live." Zhang Yuan looked at the place across the street with difficulty, "It's so close, but I can't get there!"

The little white marten turned around anxiously on him for a few times, finally jumped down, limping into the darkness.

Zhang Yuan watched the little white marquis leave, and he took out the fire letter tremblingly, gently pulled it away, a touch of green but the fireworks bloomed in the air.

At the end of his life, he gently sang the song "Xiao Ya Chutz" which conferred his good wishes:

"There are some people who are in the sky, and they say that they are thorns. What did they do in the past? I am skilled in millet and sorghum. My millet and sorghum, and my millet are winged. When my warehouse is full, I am Yu Weiyi. I think I can enjoy the wine and food, enjoy the sacrifice, and provide the care and care, and introduce the blessings of the scenery."

"I staggered and staggered, and I savored cattle and sheep in the past. I savored or savored or savored or savored. I wished to worship Kong Ming. My ancestors were the emperor, and Gods were the best. I filial grandsons were celebrating, and I gave me blessings and lived a long life!"

“…”

"The music is in the music and the reward is to swear to the queen. Once the food is coming, don't complain about the celebration. When you are drunk and full, you will bow your head. The gods are fond of eating and drinking, so that the king will live a long life. When Kong Hui and Kong are at the same time, he will save him. Do not lead him to his descendants!"

His voice gradually weakened, and as the last tone fell, his breathing came to an abrupt end.

He died in the war and was destined to wait for the prosperous era where the ceremony had not collapsed and the music had not broken.

But he knew that one day would come.

At that time, his compatriots, and those whom he protected with his life, can witness the golden harvest season.

You can wait until beef and mutton are placed on the sacrificial table to worship ancestors.

Miss Bai, come on...
Chapter completed!