The fleeing group never expected that at the moment they thought they were about to escape and ascend to heaven, a rain of arrows ruined their hope, and the "official troops" that followed plunged them into complete despair.

This situation and scene can be said to have just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth.

The opponent's "people" were numerous and powerful, and our own army was exhausted. We had no choice but to form a circular formation and struggle hard.

…………

The cold rain is falling.

The remaining light of the setting sun lingers on the horizon.

The mud underfoot was repeatedly trampled into a swamp, and people were dragged into the ground by their legs.

Long Tu gasped for breath, and the tip of the knife in his hand dug into the chest of the enemy in front of him, and the thick blood slowly squeezed out from the knife edge. He pressed his body up again, pushed it with his shoulder, and forced it out.

Pushed two or three steps.

But the next moment, countless swords and guns stretched out and pushed him back.

Returned without success again.

Long Tu raised his head sadly, seeing layers upon layers of living corpses that looked like officers and soldiers.

They held spears, short soldiers, shields, and hooks to form a battle formation, closing and squeezing step by step in an orderly manner. Like a big hand, they repeatedly tightened the defense circle of survivors.

Even if he had never experienced a battle, Long Tu could realize that these living corpses were compressing their space to turn. Once they were squeezed to the point of no retreat, there would be no end in sight for them.

Reached a dead end?

No!

Long Tu gritted his teeth and told himself.

There is still a glimmer of hope!

The various living corpses encountered along the way, even those with mutated bodies, were mostly irrational monsters greedy for flesh and blood. But the living corpses transformed by the officers and soldiers in front of them could not only form a battle formation, but also suppress

Bloodthirsty nature, making every step of the way.

Judging from his experience, there must be a "leader" constraining him.

He looked up and saw a living corpse dressed as a general sitting cross-legged behind the army formation of living corpses. This monster was huge. Even though it was sitting cross-legged on the ground, it was taller than the people standing there.

A section. The armor on its body has been torn, and the cold rain hits the exposed pale skin under the crack, giving it a rocky texture.

It pressed down at the end of the formation, grabbing the corpse wrapped in a monk's robe and gnawing at it.

That was one of Long Tu's fellow disciples. After the previous failed breakout, he stepped forward to cover for him, but was unexpectedly trapped by a living corpse and lost his life.

Long Tu's eyes turned red.

That's it! Kill it and you can...

"it's useless."

"Don't say we can't rush through. Even if we can rush through and kill it by chance, the remaining living corpses can tear us to pieces."

But Yang Zhiji sneaked up and spoke.

This guy claims to be a civil servant. Although he has been carrying a broken sword along the way, he has been relying on his status to hide behind others and do no good work. At present, the situation is exhausted, but he suddenly shows up, and he doesn't know what he wants to do.

At the critical moment, Long Tu had no intention of arguing with him and only responded with a wry smile.

"Is there any other way we can do it?"

Didn't think about it.

"have."

Yang Zhiji was categorical.

"escape."

He came closer and whispered:

"I also have a 'Leizhenzi' in my hand. I will use it to open a gap and we will work together to break out!"

When Long Tu first heard "Lei Zhenzi", his expression moved slightly, but then his face darkened.

"We can't run. We are all exhausted. I'm afraid if we can't run a hundred steps, we will be overtaken by these living corpses."

Can.

"Who says we need to outrun living corpses?"

Master Yang's eyes flickered and he glanced at the White Lotus Sect members quietly.

"As long as you can outrun them."

Taoist Longtu was speechless after hearing this.

Do we have to do this again?

"Yang Qianshi! The situation has come to this, and I have to cut off my tail to survive!"

Yang Zhiji urged sternly.

Taoist Longtu could only sigh and was waiting for a reply. Suddenly, there was an exclamation from behind him.

The two men quickly looked sideways, only to see one person being hooked out of the formation by Chang Ge and stabbed into pieces by random spears.

Their faces suddenly turned pale.

Presumably, this person is none other than the leader of the White Lotus Sect, the White Lotus Zuo Envoy Xiang Jisheng.

"It's over."

……………………

When it comes to the impression that the White Lotus Sect has given to the world, apart from liars, rebels, and magicians, it is probably only "fanaticism" that is most deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Xiang Ji Sheng was accidentally killed. The first reaction of the remaining White Lotus cultists was not to fill the gap in the front line, but to swarm out to retrieve Xiang Ji Sheng's body.

This irrational behavior immediately caused the fragile defense line to collapse.

The living corpses were like wolves that smelled the smell of blood, pouring in from the gap. In an instant, they rushed and scattered the circle formation that they had worked hard to support. The escapees were naturally separated, and each one fell into the trap alone.

Heavy siege.

"God damn Xiang Jisheng! God damn the White Lotus Sect!"

Mr. Yang was so angry that he jumped up and cursed, but no matter how vicious his words were, he could not stop the zombies from surrounding him.

but.

Suddenly, the living corpses around them stopped, and then scattered in all directions, abandoning the two of them.

However, the two of them had no expressions of joy. They turned their heads and heard heavy footsteps as a huge thing pressed over them.

Torn armor, pale skin, and easily eaten heads...the zombie general had already set his sights on them.

Taoist Longtu smiled sadly, gripped the long knife tightly, and faced him.

"Master Yang, the matter has come to this. Either fight to the death or end it on your own. You..."

Before he finished speaking, Taoist Longtu watched helplessly as an object flew out from behind him, drawing an arc in the air, and was then caught by the Living Corpse General.

It was a goose-egg-sized ball with a moire pattern engraved on the iron shell. This thing had a resounding name among the Zhenfu Division - Lei Zhenzi.

"Yang Zhiji is so stupid!"

Taoist Longtu squeezed out a curse from between his teeth, and without thinking, he threw himself to his side.

"boom!"

Invisible sound waves swept away along with thick smoke, and Taoist Longtu who had not yet landed was immediately thrown away.

……………………

Even though Yang Zhiji was further away, he was still knocked over by the air wave.

In a daze, he raised his hand to fan the thick smoke that spread over him a few times. Then he realized that this was not the time to worry about the smoke. He hurriedly fished out the sword from the muddy water and jumped out of the muddy ground.

rise.

The small bamboo forest was filled with blood and screams. The exhausted living people were no longer a match for the living corpses after they were scattered.

Fortunately, the living corpses around him had dispersed earlier. The saved energy finally came in handy.

Yang Zhiji secretly rejoiced and found an opening before running away.

But as soon as he opened his legs, his scalp tightened and his feet were dangling in the air.

A pale arm actually reached out of the thick smoke, grabbed his bun, and forcibly lifted him up.

The cold rain extinguished the thick smoke, revealing the ferocious face of the living corpse general, as well as another broken arm that was broken at the elbow, with white bones exposed among the bloody flesh.

Yang Zhiji burst into tears. Full of calculations, his wild nature became panic and cowardice in front of the evil smile of the living corpse.

He spoke without hesitation: "Spare my life, I don't want to die! I am a Jinshi, the commander of the Longxiang Guard, and the legitimate son of the Yang family in Chang'an. I can't die..."

Unfortunately, what he said was no louder than a fart to a living corpse.

The living corpse had raised its severed arm with a grin, and aimed its sharp arm bone section at his neck, as if killing a chicken, and was about to cut his throat.
To be continued...