"Thunder?"

Boom-Boom-Boom-

Explosions exploded from the top of the head, and the explosions fell into the ears of many soldiers, mistakenly thinking that it was thunder. Just as they were about to look up at the sky, a ball of black shadows fell from the sky. Gravels of all sizes fell in the unmanned open space, and some just hit the temporary camp.

The tent collapsed.

The soldiers in the tent were in trouble. Some were smashed into meat paste in their dreams, and they couldn't even scream. Some were a little lucky, but they were messed up. The severe pain woke them up from their dreams, and their screams came one after another.

"Is it a thief star?"

Meteorites outside the sky bombard the camp?

The soldiers who were attacked were in chaos.

If it is really a thief star, then the will of heaven is ruining their good deeds. How can there be a good end if it goes against the sky? Before the soldiers could yell at this speculation, a general stood up and killed the chicken to warn the monkey, and shocked everyone with his iron-blooded wrist. The general was furious, his qi sinks into his dantian, and used his force to spread the voices across a hundred feet: "How can the thief star? It is clearly an enemy attack! Those who are traitors will be killed without mercy!"

The enemy touched their heads and turned wild!

The general quickly suppressed the situation and felt irritable.

All of these scouts are having a good meal? And the guards who are on guard today's patrol are also useless. There are several scout teams on the front line mysteriously disappeared, obviously they encountered an unexpected accident. They dared to slack off and let the enemy's hands touch them! Useless!

The general ordered someone to go up the mountain to clean up uninvited guests.

If you can catch it alive, you will catch the skinned daylily, make flags in human skin, and lit sky lanterns in flesh and fat to relieve your hatred! The enemy tonight seemed to be deliberately fighting against him, and he had just stabilized the situation and then changed. A large fire suddenly lit up outside the camp, and the sound of horse hooves was deafening.

The army suddenly appeared without warning.

The war horses neighed, and the enemy soldiers in the front row each drove tall horses, wearing heavy armor, holding spears and heavy shields. When they were charging together, they seemed to be a heavy city wall that could move. This wall not only would run and charge, but also had sharp thorns stretched out from the wall.

The sharp spikes quietly emitted a cold light under the moonlight.

"Reject horses!"

The night attack cavalry was as powerful as a rainbow, and its morale instantly gathered on the charge path to form a sharp-angled barrier. The barrier rushed towards the Southwest Allied camp, who was caught off guard and rushed to meet the enemy, but could only watch the opponent break through two defense lines in a row with a momentum. It was not until the third defense line could barely block it for a while and gain valuable time.

Taking advantage of the buffering distance between the third and fourth lines of defense, the Allies finally set up a solid line of defense before they came.

The two soldiers fought and shouted and killed the sky.

A sword shadow flew out without any warning.

Mr. Yang did not use any fancy moves or extra movements, and accumulated all his strength to condense the blade. His whole person turned into a ball of light blue flame, dragging the sword energy that was filled with endless murderous intent, and directly slashed towards the enemy's shield wall. With a click, the shield wall cracked.

Shulang laughter spread with the sound waves.

"Hahahaha, my son, your grandfather Yang is back!" He completely cut off the decadence and depression that had been in the past ten years, and returned with all his strength. Mr. Yang never felt that his body was so light, his arms were so strong, and the knife in his hand was so sharp. He had only one thought in his mind at this moment - he needed more heads to open the knife!

"Old guy, do you think so too?"

The knife in his hand seemed to respond to Yang Gong's words. The blade buzzed, and the pleasure spread throughout his body along his limbs. The extreme joy made his muscles tremble. His eyes were covered by scarlet fighting spirit, and his ears could only receive endless shouts of killing.

"Apride!"

A figure emerged from the Allied forces and rushed straight to the head of Yang Gong.

He noticed at a glance that the night attacker did not have strong warriors to take charge, and there was only one Yang Gong who was one level lower than him. Such a waste, with such a few people, actually had the courage to come over and cause a scene? Looking for death!

Zheng--

The expected decapitation did not happen.

Not only did he fail to take the head of the enemy general from all sides, he was shocked by the huge force of the sword energy and flew back several feet. The battle boots dragged out two gullies on the ground before barely stopping. As he was careless, the tiger's mouth wrapped in the scales and armored guards tear it into pain, and the meridians were disordered.

The harsh metal impact almost made the eardrum explode.

The Allied generals were stormy in their hearts.

Even though he underestimated the enemy, he had accumulated 70% of his strength with the attack just now. As a result, he was not only blocked by Yang Gong, but also suffered a secret loss in the opponent's hands. This result was much beyond expectations!

Mr. Yang did not give him a chance to be shocked.

Take advantage of the illness and kill people.

The shock and surprise were left to the Hall of Hell to express it slowly!

Yang Gong took the lead, shouted loudly, dragging the giant sword shadow to attack the Allied generals. Although he practiced for the second time, his martial arts level had not yet returned to his previous level, his mood has improved in recent years, and he can easily exert his strength far beyond the surface realm. If the enemy is careless, he will only become his deceased soul. He slashed with one knife: "First!"

"Tsk, what a pity."

The knife was crooked and half of his shoulder was cut off.

Blood splattered from the wound, sprinkling half of Yang Gong's face.

"Another knife!"

You and I will kill you, what enemy will not be killed?

The biggest gain of Mr. Yang in recent years is that his personality has become more and more stable. Some of him are patiently purging his enemies to death, and some are patiently waiting for a good opportunity to kill with one blow! Seeing the blood, Mr. Yang's aura is like a huge wave rising from the ground, with a suffocating sense of oppression. On the other hand, the general of the Allied Army was hanging on the line, fighting for his injuries, and passing death several times, leaving several scars on his body.

Suddenly, Yang Gong's eyes lit up.

The Allied generals sank.

The strong breath of death climbed up his neck.

His premonition was only half fulfilled.

The right half, the invitation to the King of Hell was indeed posted on his forehead. The wrong half, it was not Yang Gong's knife that took his life, but a piercing through his heart from behind. Before his consciousness dissipated, his light saw something protruding from his chest - a sharp-edged hammer head with an adult's arm's handle!

The hammer hit his half of his left chest, leaving a breathable hole. The cold wind from the underworld in the underworld blew and blew his soul from this hole, and took away all the temperature of his limbs...

He was stunned and died in a daze.

Mr. Yang was furious and wished he could cut the attacker in half with one knife.

He shouted angrily: "A thousand-killed person, are you doing human affairs?"

After a few rounds of battle, it was only one knife that could end. As a result, Cheng Yaojin suddenly jumped out of the way to pick peaches?

Why didn't he know that Wu Zhaode was so thick-skinned?

Is there any morality?

Wu Xian almost didn't recognize that the person in front of him was Mr. Yang, but it didn't prevent him from feeling the thrilling anger on the other side.

He said embarrassedly: "Haha, yes-"

The apology was interrupted by the enemy general who rushed to support him, and Wu Xian said quickly: "The head is coming, I will compensate you one!"

After all, he was the Duke of Lu for two years.

Before Wu Xian "traveling around Kangguo with his family", he also attended a court meeting for a period of 800 times. The times were not many, but it was enough for him to feel the culture of the Kangwang Court. Civil officials worked overtime, and military generals were full of heads, which was so evil that Wu Xian doubted life. He was also a brave warrior. Why didn't he think there was anything good about the heads? He had to sharpen his knife if he killed too many people.

I once felt that Shen Youli was good at brainwashing.

I later learned that Kang State has really got its national destiny.

The national fortunes sent to the six ministries were more than those sent to the Gaoguo in one year, not to mention the military generals with great military achievements. Wu Xian dared not think about how huge astronomical figures it was. Shen Youli not only sent, but also sent in full. Generals earned the national fortunes, so how could they go to battle and kill the enemy?

An enemy general's head is really expensive.

The number of people Wu Xian got after the sneak attack was still a middle-high general, even worth the salary of his leisure Duke.

In the flash of lightning, he would clear the account.

He was afraid that Duke Yang would give himself a knife before killing the enemy, but Wu Xian slid and knelt on the spot. As a mascot, Duke Lu, who had no real power, had to get a fixed salary, and received a consolation prize issued by Shen Tang at the end of the year, and had no other source of national fortunes.

If Mr. Yang wants to lose from him, he will not be able to give it.

It is not too late to repair the sheep.

With this idea in mind, Wu Xian also played with a bone hammer, sparks and lightning all the way, and made a sound. He performed extraordinaryly, and took out 200% of his desperate spirit to face the enemy with one horse. When Yang Gong advanced, he retreated and assisted him in a decent manner.

Mr. Yang: “…”

What kind of wind is Wu Zhaode trying to get?

I don't know, but now it's not the time to pursue this.

The Allied generals who were beaten by these two were in trouble, and they were cursing in their hearts, greeting Wu Xian and Yang Gong’s ancestors for the eighteen generations! These two madmen both took the route of breaking tricks with their strength. One was stronger than the other, and one hit was sunk by one. His realm was higher than the two, and he could only be exhausted to deal with it. The arms under the armor were swollen and hard as stubborn stones. The fine blood vessels under the skin were cracked and bruised.

I took every move, and I didn't even care about when my arms were numb.

He only knew that his arms were as heavy as if they were filled with lead water, and warm and viscous liquid came out of the tiger's mouth. Under the control of survival instinct, he mechanically numbly blocked and counterattacked, and he didn't even know when he would kiss the Adam's apple when he died. Before his consciousness dissipated, his body lost balance like a kite with broken strings and air leakage. His spine hit a hard object, and the slight movement of the broken spine sounded in his ears. He didn't even have time to feel the pain, and his consciousness was swallowed by endless chaos...

He was dead, Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so overwhelming, I almost owed huge debts.

Mr. Yang came to pick up Wu Xian on this trip. Duke Lu received it, so he naturally had no reason to continue fighting. He just looked at the situation in front of him. The opportunity was rare, and the order to retreat was slowed down. The Dan Mansion was 80% empty, and he felt that the pressure was too great, so he withdrew his troops.

Wu Xian: "...can still fight!"

Yang Gongdao: "It's not cost-effective to fight again!"

The speed of casualties on one side has a significant upward trend, which means that the enemy has stabilized its position and started to fight back. Although he can continue to expand the results of the battle, the gap between the numbers of both sides is too big. It is not worth it to replace three of the other side with one person.

Wu Xian had to retreat with him.

The Southwest Allied Forces sent people to pursue him. Yang Gong relied on the terrain advantage to throw the other side away and escaped smoothly. It was completely safe. Wu Xiancai realized that his chest was so hot that his mouth and nose could not relieve his breathing, and he almost lay on the back of the horse.

"Hiss-my back-"
To be continued...