A personal soldier was quick-witted and grabbed General Matsumoto's sword. Matsumoto looked at his hands in a daze, covered with blood splashed from the battlefield.

The voice was sad, "Even if I die, I can't face the soldiers who follow me..."

Speaking of this, Matsumoto burst into tears.

The soldiers and soldiers around were all confused. The coach cried. How did this battle fight make the coach cry.

Boom boom!

Bang!

Twist!

There were constant explosions on the battlefield and it could not be covered up, and the coach cried loudly.

At this moment, all the soldiers were depressed and sad, and despair came from their hearts. This was the despair that the Eastern Japanese had never experienced before.

After crying for half a stick of incense, Matsumoto raised his head and his eyes were already red and swollen.

"We surrender and raise the white flag!"

At this time, there were only a hundred thousand soldiers left, and the opponent's artillery fire and bullets showed no sign of weakening, and there was no escape route. All the ships outside were killed. If they did not surrender, everyone would die.

Matsumoto no longer wants to make unnecessary sacrifices.

"General!..." The soldiers also cried.

These tears are shed for the future of Eastern Japan. The Great Xia and Eastern Japan have always been inconsistent. If they surrender, will Eastern Japan still exist?

"No..."

"General, if you surrender, you will be killed by the nine clans..."

General Matsumoto smiled bitterly, "Do you think we have other ways to go?"

"Don't persuade me, raise the white flag and surrender!"

"This is an order."

Seeing that the general had made up his mind, the personal soldiers did not dare to persuade him anymore, and immediately passed the order on his behalf, and a deputy general was responsible for surrender.

After a while, the guns and cannons stopped.

On the side of the Great Xia Kingdom, the general looked at the white flag raised by the Eastern Japanese on the battlefield.

His expression was so wonderful, "Is this surrender?"

The ten masters of Wujianhui fought hard against the masters sent by Fang Hao and the Jinyiwei sent by him at the forefront. Although they had the upper hand, they could not rush through.

When Matsumoto saw the white flag showing off, he took the lead and cursed, "Coward, no ghast!"

"Is this the only thing that the Eastern Japanese people are determined..."

The soldiers on the beach breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and finally didn't have to die.

Although they felt that surrender was shameful, they didn’t care about it when they thought they could live. They were mixed with joy and sorrow about the general’s decision. If they surrender, would the people of Daxia let them go?

"Accept surrender!" General of Daxia thought for a while.

"Call them, put down their weapons, gather on the beach..."

After a while, the beach was filled with soldiers, a total of 120,000 people, many of whom were injured and cold weapons were thrown all over the floor.

And almost every soldier has tears on his face.

Saving your life is very important, but Eastern Japan is their country, and protecting the country is everyone's responsibility. Giving up the responsibility to save your life can be imagined, and some people with strong personalities directly committed suicide.

"Haha... My Eastern Japanese can be defeated, but we will never be a coward or a slave to the country!" A soldier laughed and wiped his neck.

Blood splattered everywhere!

However, most of the soldiers chose to surrender quietly.

"This battle cannot be fought. Instead of undoubted sacrifice, it is better to go to the future."

"The General's decision was right."

“…”

The Wujianhui master also evacuated and walked to Song himself, very angry.

"Why are you surrendering?! Are you crazy..."

Matsumoto shook his head bitterly, "What qualifications do you have to blame me? You agreed to solve the problem of gunfire and turn off the gunman with your phone. Have you solved it?"

"What are you anxious about?" The leader sneered.

"If we hold on for a while, we will definitely be able to kill the opponent's master."

"Don't fool me." Matsumoto shook his head again.

"Do you think I'm very mentally retarded? You Wujian will use the Four Kingdoms as a gun envoy, and you don't care about our lives or death..."

"Forget it, you guys go."

Matsumoto sighed to the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have grown old in his twenties.

...

There was more than an hour in the Southern Ming Dynasty.

Wei Zuo looked at the dead and wounded corpses scattered all over the battlefield. Some of them were still screaming and were in a very gloomy mood.

"There are too many losses in the battle." The general looked solemn.

"Although there are still 390,000 people, the opponent's firepower is too strong. If the ammunition is sufficient, we will have no chance at all."

Wei Zuo looked outside the tent and saw ten masters gathered together, not knowing what they were talking about.

Shaking his head, "We will definitely not be able to rely solely on us. We can only point to the Wujianhui master and kill the opponent's machine gunners, so that we can have a chance."

The general sighed, "I had fought for an hour just now, and even a machine gunner of Wujianhui master was not killed, so I pointed at them? If I weren't pessimistic, Wujianhui people might have underestimated Fang Hao."

In fact, they also underestimated Fang Hao and Daxia Kingdom.

"Fight again!" Wei Zuo gritted his teeth.

"We have many warriors. If you do it again, maybe Wujianhui masters will break through the defense."

The general thought for a while and had to nod. Is there any other way now? Surrender is definitely not possible, and there is no time to truce.

Soon, the order was conveyed.

More than 300,000 troops gathered on the battlefield again. From a distance, they were covered in darkness, and the cold weapons were shining with cold light.

The ten masters of Wujianhui, along with the 100 first-class masters sent by Wei Zuo, took the lead with the cavalry at the forefront of the team.

The soldiers on the side of the Great Xia Kingdom are also ready.

The airplane flying balloon off-road vehicle is filled with ammunition, and the gunman is surrounded by ammunition.

"This battle is really exciting!" A soldier from the Great Xia Kingdom looked extremely excited.

"I dare to invade my Daxia Kingdom, so that they can experience the smell of bombs and brainlessness."

"Haha, just fight..."

The soldiers were in high spirits, and the masters were the same. They were almost injured in the last battle, but none of them wanted to retreat.

"Fuck Wujianhui masters and destroy the world, let's destroy them first..."

"This battle is like Wu Jian being timid, and the culprit must be kept."

The masters are ready to go.

In a blink of an eye, the war begins again.

Boom boom!

Bang!

Twist!

Thick smoke was everywhere on the battlefield, and countless soldiers of the Southern Ming Dynasty fell down. Many people were desperate and could not touch the other person at all, so they died.

How can I fight this battle? It’s not about fighting, it’s about being beaten.

The masters faced each other again.

Hundreds of people on both sides fought together in a relatively close place to the Daxia Kingdom.

This time, with the help of Wei Zuo, it was a little harder here, but it was not bad, because with the help of snipers, first-class masters could not fight against sniper rifle bullets.

Sniper rifle bullets, unlike ordinary guns, are larger in size and stronger penetration.

The battle was in a stalemate. The three masters sent by Fang Hao were already scarred, but they were still timid and stopped them without fear of death.

At this moment, a transport plane flew from the sky, and five masters sent by Qingyang City arrived.

The situation of the battle between experts quickly reversed.
Chapter completed!